Wait, How Did My Digital Girlfriend Become a Sword Immortal? Chapter 819: The Time of One Stick of Incense

"Taotie?! You've revived? So quickly!"

Wu E gazed intently at Muscle Tyrant, who had seized its razor-sharp claws, his eyes shrinking sharply upon beholding the horrifying, majestic creature whose demonic aura shot straight up into the sky.

He had assumed that for Taotie to fully reconstruct its form and regain peak power, it would require no less than three to five days.

Thus, he felt no concern whatsoever. He believed that even if Chen Huaian managed to fend off several of his strikes, it wouldn't pose an issue. He planned to gradually torment Chen Huaian to his demise, and maybe even reveal the mysteries surrounding Chen Huaian — how could someone at the Void Shattering stage unleash battle prowess akin to the late Feathered Transformation Realm? How did he command such refined sword skills...

These sword skills definitely ought not to exist on Earth Star.

Moreover, nearly all advanced cultivation methods had been withdrawn back to the Immortal Realm. Certain among them were arts that even the immortals there couldn't access.

The power exhibited by Chen Huaian stirred profound doubts in Wu E about his origins.

Yet, prior to executing his scheme, Taotie had already emerged ahead of schedule.

"Who do you think this great king is? Some mongrel with impure blood like you?

This great king is Taotie!"

Muscle Tyrant twisted his frame, his sturdy tail whipping sideways like a lash.

Wu E's talons remained locked in Muscle Tyrant's grasp, restrained by that overwhelming force, rendering escape impossible. He endured the full force of the lash, his form hurled backward with a resounding 'boom' as he slammed into the North Sea's surging waves.

From his elevated position, Muscle Tyrant scorned Wu E, this being with a crocodile-like head and bat-like wings.

Without the Celestial God Clan's interference, during the ancient times, entities like Wu E ranked as the basest, most contemptible among demonic beings.

Not to mention ascending to immortality, even as fodder for Muscle Tyrant, it would prove too coarse to swallow.

Normally, though, he genuinely couldn't reform his demonic form so rapidly. The key factor was that while pursuing Wu E to the North Sea, Chen Huaian had provided a massive hoard of valuables: Celestial-grade pills crafted via the Qilin's recipes, the prized Golden Lotus of Transformation, along with numerous other medicines whose titles he couldn't recall.

Upon claiming Taotie's corporeal vessel, he had crammed every one of these items into his maw at once, yielding remarkably powerful results.

As the sovereign of primeval Fierce Beasts, a being equivalent to Chaos, remaking his demonic body ought to demand enormous vitality and duration. Even at full effort, it would span three to five days. The gifts from Chen Huaian — those treasures and elixirs — hastened the procedure dramatically.

"Truly, the Big Boss lives up to his name!"

Muscle Tyrant cast a look at Chen Huaian, seated in meditation close by, and inwardly marveled yet again.

"Though I've reformed my demonic body and restored my might, I remain unable to fathom the Big Boss's techniques.

No surprise that the Big Boss earned selection from the Ancestral Dragon as the inheritor of the Dragon Soul..."

As these thoughts swirled in his mind, the North Sea's waters erupted in colossal swells. Wu E exploded from the depths, his blood-red eyes locked unyieldingly on Taotie, brimming solely with murderous resolve.

"Does your boldness stem from your renewed form?

How foolish! You'll never grasp the divide separating you from the Immortal Clan!

Lacking a body, I could slay you! Possessing one, I can still end you!"

The declaration barely ended when Wu E flung his wings wide.

A murky teal gale ascended from the ocean, bearing a rancid, murky green toxic fog. It morphed into a towering cyclone, roiling the surrounding waters over a hundred miles and hurling them upward.

"Sample my 'Bone-Corroding Wind Poison'! Though you're an ancient Fierce Beast, a mere touch will erode your skeleton and melt your spirit!"

He howled, his wings quivering once more to unleash a barrage of a thousand murky teal wind edges hurtling at Muscle Tyrant like a relentless storm.

Each wind edge's rim glowed with the sinister sheen of the venomous fog. When they grazed the water, it hissed and frothed, swiftly staining brown.

Muscle Tyrant displayed zero alarm. His rear limbs cracked the sea as he launched his enormous bulk forward akin to a launched projectile, barreling straight into the gale.

His dusky golden scales shimmered icily amid the venom. The toxin, brushing the scales, failed to invade. Rather, it scorched away with a hiss from the malevolent aura coating them.

"Is that the extent of your power? And you presume to label it an Immortal Clan art?" His enormous jaws parted broadly, expanding to impossible width, and he lunged straight at the multitude of wind edges — those edges that could pulverize rocks, as they approached his mouth, seemed drawn by an unseen whirlpool, vanishing into his gullet without a whisper.

Wu E had no chance to respond before Muscle Tyrant charged right<|pad|> to him. A paw vast as a banana leaf seized Wu E's throat outright.

Wu E screamed in agony, his wings thrashing wildly at Muscle Tyrant's skull. Murky teal toxin spurted from the sacs at his wing edges toward Muscle Tyrant's eyes.

Muscle Tyrant simply angled his head a bit. His free paw clutched Wu E's right wing and applied colossal pressure — with a *tearing* noise, over half of Wu E's wing ripped free. Murky green blood splashed across the waves, freezing a swath of seawater into toxic, ebony frost.

But the instant after, a teal radiance bloomed from the stump on Wu E's mangled wing. The shattered bones mended visibly, restoring wholeness in mere breaths.

"Pointless! I belong to the Immortal Clan! My regenerative ability eclipses that of you Fierce Beasts by far!"

Wu E leered savagely. With a wing beat, the cyclone veered sharply, trapping Muscle Tyrant inside.

Myriad wind edges scraped along Muscle Tyrant's scales. Though unable to pierce his guard, they hindered his advance.

Enraged by the cyclone's bind, Muscle Tyrant reared his head abruptly. His gaping maw targeted the void ahead and chomped ferociously —

*Snap!*

A sharp fracture echoed!

In the formerly vacant air, a rough, serrated fissure emerged.

The encircling gale got mostly drawn into the fissure at once. Even Wu E's wing, merely skimmed by it, lost its tip instantly, reduced to a sheer, level cut.

Wu E recoiled in horror, eyeing the mending spatial rift. Dread at last flickered deep in his gaze.

He was a Demon Immortal, indeed, yet he couldn't ignore the dread of Taotie's devouring power, this ancient Fierce Beast's talent that defied all norms.

Myths recounted that in the dawn of time, Taotie devoured sky and soil alike.

Without His Lordship of the Celestial God Clan stepping in, they couldn't have prevailed over Taotie.

Though Taotie's present might paled beside its potency from eons past — not even a thousandth — his Divine Abilities endured. The core of his swallowing prowess stayed unaltered.

"What say you to this great king's chomp?" Muscle Tyrant lashed his tail, blasting a pit scores of *zhang* across into the sea. "Today, I'll show you the chasm between a cur like you and our ancient Demon Race!" He lunged once more, talons seeking Wu E's cranium, colossal jaws zeroing on its venom sacs, intent on gulping this vexing foe whole.

Wu E, in turn, evaded desperately, cycling wind and toxin assaults. His injuries knit repeatedly, just to be rent anew by Muscle Tyrant. Murky green blood tinged the whole North Sea crimson. The cyclone and baleful aura clashed atop the waters, quaking the undersea rocks into fragments.

As the duel between the two creatures ground to a deadlock, with the ocean on the verge of utter turmoil...

*Clang—!*

A crisp, icy Sword Intent abruptly ascended from beneath.

Initially, that Sword Intent proved exceedingly subtle, resembling a strand of pale vapor. Yet in a flash, it ballooned violently.

Faint silvery golden sword phantoms danced in the emptiness, cloaked in ghostly white haze. It appeared as though Immortal Qi flowed through them.

The Sword Intent rocketed upward, slicing through Wu E's cyclone, overwhelming Muscle Tyrant's baleful aura.

Even the raging, towering swells of the North Sea fell calm in that instant.

The venomous fog atop the waves got purged by the Sword Intent, erased utterly in a moment.

Muscle Tyrant's claw halted suspended. Wu E's wings likewise hung motionless.

Both creatures whipped their heads around, directing their attention to Chen Huaian, cross-legged at the sea's heart — a subtle golden radiance sheathed his figure, eyes sealed shut, though a razor-thin strand of Sword Qi coiled about his finger.

From his core emanated that ascending Sword Intent.

Within the Sword Intent, visions flickered of countless peaks competing in splendor, myriad streams rushing onward. It rang cold and pure, bearing an irresistible grandeur, as though solely this sword's image lingered twixt heaven and earth, rendering sun, moon, and stars obscure.

Sensing the Sword Intent, Muscle Tyrant's dusky golden scales bristled unbidden. Even the savage nature of the Fierce Beast waned by over half. Wu E quivered throughout, tiny droplets of icy perspiration erupting on his murky teal hide — this Sword Intent terrified beyond measure, eclipsing any Immortal Clan Sword Cultivator he'd encountered. It seemed a single thread might lacerate his essence.

"This... what sort of Sword Intent is this?" Wu E's tone quavered, a shiver crawling his back.

Muscle Tyrant fixed on Chen Huaian's spot, his inner self overflowing with reverence:

"Indeed, the Big Boss proves his mettle... Such swordly dominion, I wager even the Sword Immortals of old reached no higher, eh?"

The gale over the waves eased bit by bit, sole that silvery golden Sword Intent lancing into the heavens. It roused the Spiritual Energy of heaven and earth spanning the full North Sea, converting it to ribbons of white currents that swirled languidly around Chen Huaian. Among the spectral Immortal Qi, it felt as if distant celestial melodies faintly reverberated through the Sword Intent.

"Muscle Tyrant!" Chen Huaian, eyes remaining closed, abruptly intoned.

"Grant This Venerable One the span of one stick of incense!"

His voice steady, he declared, "Once that stick burns out, This Venerable One shall dispatch this foul creature to the underworld!"

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