Chapter 421 - 16: Water God

Even Su Zhou himself was a little surprised. ’Resentful Spirits themselves can be treated as a form of energy and converted as fuel by my Dragon Scales? It’s not entirely unreasonable, I guess. And if that’s the case, their attacks are completely negligible to me now.’

But he didn’t dwell on it.

For at that moment, Su Zhou was taking a deep breath. Arcs of crackling, cyan-blue electricity flowed from the corners of his mouth. A vast tide of Spiritual Qi was sucked into Su Zhou, as if being drawn into a Black Hole.

Then, he exhaled.

Just as the Unicorn Person’s Composite Magic was about to arrive, more than seventy Gale Seeds had already condensed around Su Zhou’s head. As he exhaled, cyan-blue Thunder Light mingled with a simultaneously erupting pillar of hurricane-force wind, instantly transforming into a violent, thunderous breath attack. Despite being unleashed second, it struck first, slamming into the opponent’s Nether River Tide.

A streak of light flashed past. A furious soundwave became a shockwave, blasting apart a sheet of rain. The downpour was shattered, and the very air distorted under Su Zhou’s simple exhalation before being torn to pieces.

The bone-chilling cold tide was instantly melted and heated by the scorching electrical light, boiling into steam. A continuous chain of electrolytic reactions and violent atmospheric explosions combined to shatter the Nether River Tide. The undiminished aftershock continued in a straight line, piercing through several hundred meters and blasting apart an untold number of Resentful Spirits.

’Dragon Breath?! A humanoid Giant Dragon?! That species isn’t extinct yet?!’

In that instant, even the Messenger, who was worldly-wise and thought he could no longer be surprised, was stunned for a moment, even forgetting to think. But even so, his combat instincts took over, causing him to whip his head around in his thoughtless state, preparing for an immediate retreat.

He had already witnessed the enemy’s power. This was clearly not an opponent he could match. Among peak Elites, Su Zhou was one of the absolute strongest—he could even be called the strongest below the Near God level. And while the Messenger himself was also powerful, he was no different from a toddler before this foe.

At that moment, Su Zhou was six hundred meters away from the Messenger.

He truly couldn’t stop the other from escaping. Not far away, a large number of Resentful Spirits and other Transcendents among the Water God Believers were rushing over. If he were to be hindered, he might not be able to finish off his opponent—this commander.

So, Su Zhou smoothly sheathed his blade. He raised the Divine Longbow and drew an Armor-Piercing Steel Arrow.

He lifted the bow and drew the string. Spiritual Power surged from his chest and abdomen, gathering along the grooves of his muscles and Dragon Scales. A tide of purplish-blue light and flame poured into the seemingly ordinary black longbow as if flowing into the Ruins. One hundred and twenty Gale Seeds circled the arrowhead, imbuing it with power.

—Rigid Shooting Technique: All Heaven Gale Arrow.

In that instant, the ordinary Armor-Piercing Steel Arrow was enhanced to its absolute limit. Layers of triangular runes of Spiritual Power covered the shaft, which began to glow with draconic patterns.

The next moment, he released his grip and let the arrow fly.

BOOM!

Like the blast of a naval cannon, like a volcanic eruption, the air shrieked and shuddered. The immense recoil even blasted apart a cone-shaped section of the rain curtain behind Su Zhou. Every single raindrop was uniformly pulverized by this force, turning into a fine, hazy mist.

In a flash, a massive, gruesome wound was torn open in the torrential curtain of rain. A thunderous boom rang out, yet it couldn’t catch up to the arrow that had already become a streak of light.

The Messenger, who had just begun to accelerate his escape, only felt a tremendous impact from behind.

Then, his physical body was torn to shreds.

One could see that the moment the streak of light caught up to him and intersected with his body, the Unicorn Person’s burly frame violently exploded. His flesh and blood fanned out in a conical spray, atomizing evenly into the atmosphere before being washed away by the rain.

The foul, coppery smell lasted only for an instant before dissolving into the dark, stormy night.

The arrow, still flying forward, turned to ash like a phantom after fulfilling its duty. Having been enhanced to its limit by Su Zhou’s Spiritual Power, it met its end, completely burned out.

Only then did the silent Su Zhou walk forward step by step, preparing to collect his spoils of war: the Evil Soul.

When he entered a true combat state, he was much more serious than usual, and far less talkative.

However, when he arrived at the Unicorn Person’s corpse, Su Zhou couldn’t help but let out a soft exclamation. "He isn’t dead?"

Then, his voice filled with even more surprise. "You Whale Person... you’re actually an Undead."

The mangled flesh of the corpse lay on the ground, a scattered pile of gore that was impossible for anyone to identify.

But on the ground, one could see a translucent, heavily damaged Spirit Body still clinging to existence.

This Spirit Body, just like that of the Shepherd of Spirits from before, took the form the Unicorn Person had in life. The translucent, solid-looking Spirit Body was covered in a web of cracks, the source of which was the spot where Su Zhou’s arrow had previously passed through.

A powerful impact of Spiritual Power could not only destroy matter but also harm the Soul. The Rigid Shot·All Heaven Mist Arrow was precisely this kind of archery technique, which condensed immense Spiritual Power to kill enemies. The only reason it hadn’t instantly killed the Unicorn Person was that its Soul was special. A strange power seemed to be sustaining its existence and was now even trying to repair it.

"You Water God Believers actually accept the Undead?" Su Zhou bent down, grabbed the Unicorn Person’s long spiritual horn, and lifted it up like a piece of trash. His tone held genuine confusion. Because the Maze in Naisel City didn’t have monsters like Ghosts, he didn’t really understand the Tartadis World’s views on the undead. "That’s rather tolerant of you."