Poison God's Heritage

The massacre had been going on for a while now, and I wasn’t winning this one.

The Blue Sun had been taking down these guys like they were nothing, smashing their heads in and their innards with her hammer, spraying blue blood and viscera everywhere. However, the white of her teeth still showed as she was smiling ear to ear.

Our entire group was creating endless havoc inside the bastion, enough that all the Black Rakshasa were ordering the rest of the fiends to back away but they were too terrified and too overwhelmed to even act or react.

The Blue Sun’s Cultivators were mighty and strong and would kill anything that moved without holding back anything. And thanks to the sturdiness of the Bastion they could go all out without damaging it in the least.

I was being overtaken, and I wasn’t going to allow that.

"Poison Tiger Claw!" I shouted as I sliced both hands in a claw shape forward. Ten green energy blades shot out of the tip of my fingers, cutting and wounding any rakshasa in the way clearing up the path forward.

"I’ll go on ahead!" I shouted as I flew forward, destroying any Rakshasa in the way.

"Fist of Roaring Ki! Fist of Eternal Gold!" I shouted out as my fist pumped with enough energy matching that of a bright golden sun.

A torrent of pure energy and poison shot forward as it pulverized any white Rakshasa and blasted away all brutes and Silvers that were in the way, scorching them or at least breaking some of their bones.

I hastily hurried forward and forced my meridians to go into overdrive. "Madness of the Golden Titan," my heart pumped and I could hear it resounding from my ears, as my pale skin turned bright red, and my eyes turned completely white. Veins like green lava appeared on my body and every muscle on me shuddered and inflated.

However, there was one thing that was different from all the times I used Golden Titan’s Madness.

I didn’t lose my sanity. In fact, my mind was clear as day and my vision which had already turned capable of seeing half a second in the future was now able to see twice the time.

The rakshasa that appeared next to me had their chests caved in with a single palm strike as the Book of Body manifested its full potential when it came to using one’s strength.

I tore through the first few brutes and went toward the nearest Black Rakshasa, slamming both palms together right against its temples, popping it like a balloon.

A silver rakshasa tried to slice at me to which I simply parried and sent an upper palm blow right into its chin, then leg seeped it and let the Primordial Serpent God devour its head.

I was still not physically capable of destroying the armored body of a silver rakshasa, but the primordial Serpent God was more than capable of doing so with her sharp teeth.

I flew forward, wreaking havoc among the retreating forces of the rakshasa, slicing using Creeping demise or crushing them if I extended and enlarged the sword’s head. Or outright consuming them via the world-eating Primordial Serpent God.

My flow increased, and I followed the advice of the Dusking Sun, to fight in a flow and rhythm, as if it was a dance, never stopping as I continued the onslaught. And somehow, instead of losing my Qi as I was fighting, I was actually gaining some of it back.

Every attack which used to cost me a lot of Qi to use now was using about a quarter of it, the flow of motion and attacks was like a rhythmic pace that kept on growing.

Bones and bodies flew as I went into a trance-like state, fighting dodging, and ducking in a single fluid motion as I moved from one enemy to break another and back to the first and so on.

The bodies continued piling around me and whenever I felt like I was in a pinch, a single tightening of my hand would make the Heaven Swapping Ring activate and swap my position against another rakshasa making the two of them trade blows which often resulted in a fatality or a severe injury.

"I told you to not use any of your toys!" the Blue Sun said through divine sense.

"This isn’t one of my tools I was given this by the flamboyant sun!" I shouted as I ducked another blow and leg-swept another silver rakshasa only for the Serpent God to launch itself from my arm and gobble up the Silver and a couple more rakshasa that were behind it.

"Consider it the same as your hammer!" I shouted back as I did a backflip and landed on a Brute’s shoulders, I twisted my body and its neck along causing its entire body to spiral in the air before I followed with a roundhouse kick that shot the torso into more enemies.

The battle continued as we went into a flurry of killing and I felt like I had finally discovered the joy of battle.

***

"Quite impressive," the blue sun thought. After all, it wasn’t common to see someone in a battle trance. And Shen Bao had just entered one. Not only did he manage to fight against enemies a bit higher than his cultivation base, he was killing them with the same ease as she was. And she was far more experienced than him in terms of physical and hand-to-hand combat.

Yet he was using the Primordial Serpent God’s eyes to their maximum efficiency, although he needed a bit more work on his footwork, for his battle sense it was as good as any veteran and battle-hardened pugilist.

His motions were fluid as water and his blows were heavy as a hammer. Every hit was precise and with just the perfect amount of strength behind it to achieve his goal, either to kill or displace and disorient.

She thought that if she didn’t increase the pace of her own killing she might end up being overtaken although she outclasses Shen Bao in terms of battle, if he remains in his trance a bit longer, he’ll definitely keep on picking up the pace and increase his kill count.

She wanted to make him owe her a favor once she won, and it was always good to have young geniuses and good talent like him owe a favor. But now, it would be the other way around if she were to simply sit back and watch.

And he wasn’t the only one she needed to be worried of. The woman Tao Yang who had lost her body and is using a newly formed one that is still not perfectly linked to her soul is already crushing the numbers of every other cultivator that the Blue Sun had brought.

Not even the heaven stage cultivators are at her level when it comes to killing rakshasa.

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She too was as fluid as the wind, moving from one to the second, without uttering a single word nor showing any signs of exhaustion or tiredness. She had to give her the acknowledgment she needed as she was the final warrior of an entire race, left to fend against hordes of enemies by herself for god knows how many days.

And with her experience even if her body had a hard time following her commands to it, she was still outranking everyone including Shen Bao who was fast approaching.

Not to exclude Shen Bao’s friends, the old man named Fu was a close third, as he was pulverizing the rakshasas with pure martial force and savagery, every strike of his would not only always find its target, he was the epitome of a berserker who would trade blows, giving flesh but breaking bones.

Though wounded he never stopped, though old and seemingly rusty he still took down the enemies in rapid succession without a single weapon in hand, all via his fists.

Shen Bao was the fourth in the ranking and close to overtaking the old man, but he wasn’t the one that she needed to be worried of. It was actually Dao Shen, who was showing an incredible methodology of killing. He was sucking the very life out of every rakshasa and using their own energy to empower himself.

He was accelerating perpetually almost as he grew faster and stronger the more he feasted on the enemy.

If these guys were to grow a bit more, at least reach the Heaven Stage then they’d be a terrifying force to be reckoned with and it was bound to happen if nothing terrible were to happen.

The moment the thought had crossed her mind, something echoed in the far end of the corridor.

A loud soulless shrike of death and doom, and endless hunger. A soul-wrenching screech that would make a mortal die from sheer terror and even a cultivator below the Ascendant stage have their hair turn white.

It was worse than the soundless echo of death, it was the sound of complete annihilation a sound that causes the soul to feel terror. It was a fear of extinction from existence if they were to die to the owner of that screech.

Looking at it from afar, it was a Black Rakshasa with a golden cap for a head. One of the black rakshasas had turned to a noble and it was too fast for any of them to react to. The Black Rakshasa were cunning and smart and would always be there to guide and lead the rest of the enemy, and if left alone they’d be more than capable of reorganizing these troops into a proper fighting force.

She had to act and take it down, even if she had to use more of her cultivation losing this competition.

But before she could even move.

"MINE MINE MINE MINE!"

She heard as Shen Bao jumped forward into the fray.

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