LGHTNOVELBOOK Chapter 250
**Chapter 250: Spiritual Words Curse**
Fang Chixu had just defeated his opponent, radiating an overwhelming aura of dominance.
Even as the Black Robe Law Cultivator, whom he had always been wary of, stepped onto the arena, Fang Chixu couldn’t help but look down on him slightly.
The Black Robe strolled leisurely onto the battle stage.
His black robe, made of an unknown material, seemed to ripple like water.
“Senior Brother Fang will defeat this Black Robe; if he conquers this one-on-one duel, we will win!” a disciple remarked eagerly.
Chen Ansheng shook his head, saying, “It’s nearly impossible for someone at the Xuanxian realm to defeat him.”
After obtaining those three magical artifacts, Chen Ansheng had a general understanding of this type of cultivator known as a Wu.
Ordinary martial power or magical attacks would hardly harm the opponent unless there was a vast difference in realms, which could crush the opponent with a force of destruction.
Beside him, Ying Lan glanced at Chen Ansheng and laughed, “Junior Brother Chen, you are indeed formidable with both martial and magical cultivation. But the opponent is merely a spell cultivator; it’s not as absurd as you claim.”
“Don’t believe me? Just watch; if the opponent does not hold back, Senior Brother Fang won’t last three rounds.” Chen Ansheng replied.
“Three rounds?”
The group was astonished; how could two cultivators of the same realm not last three rounds against each other?
That felt somewhat unreasonable.
This was more of a way to raise someone else’s spirit while extinguishing one’s own.
Chen Ansheng refrained from saying more, and the three Immortal Kings, along with Gu Miaoyan, turned their attention to the arena.
The Sword Immortal King Li Tai’a, with a relentless spirit, approached Gu Miaoyan. “Miaoyan, that Black Robe fellow is a mysterious Wu cultivator. You’d better have that guy named Fang concede quickly to preserve our strength for a six-on-six battle; that would be the best strategy.”
Gu Miaoyan’s expression was cold as she said, “No need for you to meddle.”
Li Tai’a, famously thick-skinned, was not deterred by her dismissal and continued, “Fairy, you know my intentions toward you. There’s an ancient space tavern in Peace City with an unparalleled environment. I’ve heard you’re at a critical stage of breaking through to the realm of Immortal King; why don’t we wait there together? I can help you with that.”
Gu Miaoyan clearly understood Li Tai’a’s intentions. She suddenly turned up the corner of her mouth, revealing a disdainful smile. “Just you? You’re not worthy.”
Li Tai’a’s expression darkened slightly. “Fairy, you are mistaken! Who in the Sea of the Cursed Dragon would dare look down on my Li Tai’a’s strength!”
Gu Miaoyan cast a cold glance at Li Tai’a and replied, “You’ve misunderstood; I simply have no regard for you as a person.”
“You!” Li Tai’a was taken aback. Even with his thick skin, he found it hard to cling to this conversation any longer.
On the battle stage.
“Make your move; let me experience your magic!”
Fang Chixu’s celestial aura flowed as the image of a Green Dragon appeared behind him.
“Let me go first? Fine, you’re defeated.”
The Black Robe’s voice was hoarse, and he then lifted a finger, lightly pointing towards Fang Chixu.
A line made of black runes leisurely flew toward Fang Chixu.
Fang Chixu felt as though facing a great enemy, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.
“ROAR!”
In the next moment, he let out a furious shout, ready to use his celestial mind to desperately block that black line and charge forward recklessly to crush his opponent.
This was a common tactic against spell cultivators.
Only with a thunderous force close to the opponent would a martial cultivator have a chance to eliminate a spell cultivator.
But that flying line was too slow; Fang Chixu felt like he was on the verge of a great urgency, yet he couldn’t loosen his belt.
Gradually, the line finally reached halfway.
However, the black runes dispersed and formed the words “Waste.”
“You!”
Fang Chixu realized at last that this was not an attack at all but a petty trick meant solely to humiliate him.
“It infuriates me! You’re asking for death!”
Boom!
Fang Chixu erupted in anger, his celestial spiritual power violently surging.
Just as he was about to retaliate in rage, he suddenly felt pain coursing through his body’s meridians as if they were pierced by countless poisonous needles.
“Ah!”
Fang Chixu let out a wretched cry, crashing heavily to the ground, unable to even unleash his Chaos True Qi.
“What’s happening?”
The gathered disciples were stunned.
The opponent hadn’t even truly attacked; why had Fang Chixu fallen down?
Was the Black Robe’s magical power really that terrifying?
“Senior Brother Fang!”
In shock, Ying Lan and the others rushed onto the stage, wanting to lift Fang Chixu down.
“Ahhhh!”
The moment they touched Fang Chixu, he erupted in pain, his face twisted in agony.
Chen Ansheng observed Fang Chixu’s plight, silently sighing; this pain was likely equivalent to that of a tortured soul.
According to the information left by his master within the artifact, Chen Ansheng concluded that Fang Chixu had fallen victim to the Wu cultivator’s “Spiritual Words Curse.”
This so-called curse involved the Wu cultivator setting a special rule with a mere thought. If the opponent violated that rule, they would be considered cursed, resulting in a series of negative effects, potentially leading to immediate death.
This was the terrifying aspect of Wu cultivators.
Of course, this Spiritual Words Curse didn’t have the same effect on everyone.
For instance, Immortal Kings transcended certain rules, and spells, including Wu arts, would be significantly weakened or even ineffective against Immortal Kings.
Chen Ansheng had heard Elder Ji explain this long ago.
This was why, below the realm of Immortal Kings, spell cultivators were generally considered more formidable than martial cultivators.
“Junior Brother Chen, please help Senior Brother Fang!”
They insisted on bringing Fang Chixu down, hoping that Chen Ansheng could use magic to heal him.
“Powerless to help,” Chen Ansheng refused.
In truth, one of the artifacts Chen Ansheng had acquired was capable of healing Wu-related injuries.
However, he couldn’t use it now; if he healed Fang Chixu on the spot, the Black Robe would surely be more cautious in their battle, devising all sorts of ways to deal with him.
Thus, he could only let Fang Chixu endure some pain for now.
“This…”
The group was anxious, and Ying Lan flew over to Gu Miaoyan.
“Great General, the opponent went all out, clearly violating the rules. Please, Great General, take charge and punish that Black Robe!”
“No need for you to speak!”
Gu Miaoyan’s figure vanished, reappearing before the Black Robe in an instant.
“Daring to break the rules, do you think I, Gu Miaoyan, am a mere decoration?”
Boom!
Gu Miaoyan slapped down!
Her power, nearly on par with an Immortal King, was not something a mere Xuanxian realm Wu could withstand!
The surge of celestial power from that slap overwhelmed the Black Robe, leaving him without any means to resist, and he didn’t even dare think about fighting back.
“Stop!”
The Immortal King on the Black Robe’s side suddenly opened his eyes wide.
He flicked a strand of celestial power over, protecting the Black Robe and dispersing Gu Miaoyan’s palm strike.
Then, that Immortal King swiftly moved closer, his towering body resembling a mountain, pressuring Gu Miaoyan.
“The rule is that killing is forbidden. He hasn’t died; how dare you bully my Gou Mang’s disciple!”
With the Immortal King personally getting involved, Gu Miaoyan was naturally powerless to retaliate.
“Hmph!”
Gu Miaoyan only snorted coldly.
“No matter when, if Fang Chixu perishes because of this, be prepared to face the unending wrath of Chaos Island!”
The Immortal King’s expression remained cold, without a response.
The Black Robe, Gou Mang, let out a hoarse, cold laugh. “Fairy, don’t worry. My senior brother will definitely not run out of breath; he’ll only end up paralyzed for life. This does not count as a violation of the rules. If you continue to make a fuss, my master will certainly not let me be bullied, haha.”
“Good, very good, I remember you.”
Gu Miaoyan shot the Black Robe a murderous glance before stepping off the battle stage.
Seeing the opponent so rampant, she felt a surge of anger inside her.
If any of the remaining disciples could help her vent this frustration, she would surely elevate them in the future, allowing them to soar to great heights!
Unfortunately, the Wu cultivator was too treacherous; how could these incompetent disciples stand a chance against them?