1161 The Fake Spring of Life (1/2)
Chapter 1161: The Fake Spring of Life
Translator: Noodletown TranslatedEditor: Noodletown Translated
Qingfeng Li stared at Snow Eagle King with such coldness that its feathers stood up in fear.
The Snow Eagle King was surprised that this self-cultivator from the East didn't believe him.
Shwoooop...
Suddenly, a huge crowd of self-cultivators appeared, flying towards them.
Leading the pack was Augustine, Uranus, Augustus, Uris, and Poseidon, with other self-cultivators close behind.
”That's the Spring of Life, go for it!” a blonde self-cultivator shouted as he advanced forward at full speed.
”I'll kill anyone who fights with me for the Spring of Life,” Augustine said coldly.
He waved his palm, gathering immense energy. With one swift movement, he slapped the blonde self-cultivator away, shattering the poor guy into a million pieces.
The Tiger Continent's self-cultivators were furious at Augustine's arrogance - they couldn't believe that he would kill other people just to take the Spring of Life for himself.
However, they did not have the guts to curse at him. Augustine was the Pope's godson, and he was very strong; challenging him would be a one-way ticket to death.
”Bahahahah, the Spring of Life is mine, no one can steal it from me!” Augustine laughed arrogantly.
His body moved towards the Spring of Life like a speeding arrow; he landed above the Spring of Life in the blink of an eye.
Holding out his right hand, he reached towards the spring and grabbed at the water.
However, as his hand touched the green waters, Augustine let out a gruesome shriek.
”Ahhh! That really hurt,” Augustine exclaimed as he retreated. The flesh on his right palm had been burnt off, his pale-white bones exposed. It was horrifying.
The green spring water was actually corrosive, and it burned right through Augustine's flesh and blood.
People's expressions changed as they saw what happened; Augustine was the strongest of the group, and he was a cultivator of the Heavenly Cultivation Technique - imagine how malicious the water was if it had the power to erode right through his palm!
Whoosh!
A green vine emerged from the waters just as Augustine tried to escape.
Thorns as thick as arms stemmed from the vines, tangling Augustine within it in a split second.
He struggled but could not free himself from the green vines.
Augustine's right hand had eroded, but his left hand was still intact – with his left fist, he conjured the God of Light's Fist, and aimed it at the green vines.
The fist was capable of shattering a mountain, yet when it hit the green vines, it did nothing but leave a small scratch.
The thorns dug into Augustine's skin as they suckled at his blood.
”Father, Uranus, please come save me!” he shouted in horror.
Augustine was filled with regret – this wasn't the Spring of Life, it was the Spring of Death!