Chapter 500 - 499: Only Jiang Zuo is Fearless

Chapter 500: Chapter 499: Only Jiang Zuo is Fearless

After the live stream went up, the "Death-Defying Streamer" was instantly featured at the top.

Their follower count skyrocketed, quickly rivaling that of Jingyue and Witch Dan Xue.

It was shaping up to be a three-way rivalry.

If Jingyue saw this, she would have been dying to fly over and stream it herself. This person was actually catching up to her.

Witch Dan Xue, on the other hand, had a different reaction. ’When should I go and kill this streamer?’ she wondered.

’How many times has it been? Why isn’t he dead yet?’

But thoughts were just thoughts. She was still very interested in the content.

Unfortunately, the camera angle wasn’t very good.

Just as she was thinking this, she suddenly received a message.

Demon Cultivator Mo Yan has invited you to a private live stream.

Witch Dan Xue paused for a moment, then tapped "Accept."

Whatever it was, she wasn’t intimidated by Demon Cultivator Mo Yan. If Mo Yan was trying to mess with her, she’d just get her back next time.

No one ever interfered with the skirmishes between her and Mo Yan, so she wasn’t afraid of retaliation.

Soon, Witch Dan Xue entered the live stream. The first thing she saw was Mo Yan’s pale face.

Then she noticed quite a few other people had been pulled in as well.

Her Senior Brother, the Black-robed Demon Cultivator, for instance, along with some of those clueless Daoist Cultivators.

Zi Feng commented in the chat, "What’s going on?"

Witch Dan Xue: "One of Mo Yan’s tricks? I don’t have time for this."

Lan Yue: "We really don’t. We’re busy watching someone Crossing the Tribulation."

Just then, Mo Yan moved aside.

An image appeared on the video feed.

Massive tribulation clouds churned in the sky, where a towering Thunder Warrior stood, leaning on his sword.

The sea had been parted, and a figure stood upon its surface, facing the Celestial Punishment head-on.

The view wasn’t too far or too close, and the angle was just right. It was absolutely perfect.

This was the scene of the Celestial Tribulation they had been waiting for. Who would have thought they’d find it here?

And who would have thought Mo Yan would actually be on site?

Just then, however, a hand blocked the camera, and everyone in the chat went wild.

’It’s the most crucial moment!’

They wanted to kill Mo Yan.

"One Fourth-Grade Spirit Stone per person. If you stay, you agree. I’ve brought my master into this, so if any of you dare to back out, I’ll cry, I’ll scream, and I’ll threaten to hang myself.

I’m my master’s illegitimate daughter, so he’ll definitely do my bidding and come after you all." Mo Yan’s voice echoed through the stream.

Everyone in the chat was stunned. ’This Mo Yan really knows how to play the game, doesn’t she?’

Meanwhile, Mo Yan’s master was thinking he wanted to be the first in line to kill her.

’What’s the point of having a disciple like this?’

’Is she trying to give me a heart attack?’

Zi Feng was the first to leave the live stream, followed by the Black-robed Demon Cultivator.

Zi Feng went over to Lan Yue and said, "Junior Sister, my phone’s dead. Let’s watch together."

Zi Feng conveniently failed to mention the fee.

Lan Yue: "..."

The Black-robed Demon Cultivator, meanwhile, quickly found Witch Dan Xue. He took out a pile of rare, limited-edition designer cosmetics.

"I looted these a while back. A gift for you, Junior Sister. My phone has been lagging lately, mind if I watch with you?"

Witch Dan Xue eyed the cosmetics. "Are they real or fake?"

"They’re real," the Black-robed Demon Cultivator swore.

What he didn’t mention was that they were also about to expire.

A profiteer to his very core. Still, he wouldn’t dare pull a stunt like this on Po Xiao.

Witch Dan Xue then made some room for the Black-robed Demon Cultivator.

"Want me to sell you Demon Cultivator Mo Yan’s location?" the Black-robed Demon Cultivator asked.

Watching the stream, Witch Dan Xue replied, "We’ll talk about that in a few days."

"How about I sell you a chance to really get to Mo Yan?" the Black-robed Demon Cultivator offered.

Witch Dan Xue looked at him.

To be honest, Witch Dan Xue’s zombie makeup was a bit of an eyesore. ’Where did she even get so many fans?’ the Black-robed Demon Cultivator wondered. ’Are they all a bunch of freaks?’

’And most of them are women, too.’

Still, she was a big spender, so the Black-robed Demon Cultivator rarely brought it up.

In the end, Witch Dan Xue tossed a Fourth-Grade Spirit Stone to the Black-robed Demon Cultivator. She might be lacking in many things, but money wasn’t one of them.

The Black-robed Demon Cultivator immediately said, "You can tell Mo Yan that if she offered a commission for referrals, she could earn several times what she’s making now. I could bring in a whole crowd for her, but unfortunately, she hasn’t offered."

Witch Dan Xue’s eyes lit up. "Then why don’t you tell her that?"

The Black-robed Demon Cultivator chuckled. "Because your money is easier to make, Junior Sister."

In truth, he had already sent Mo Yan a private message, but alas, she hadn’t replied.

So his only choice was to monetize the information.

Every little bit counted.

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Yue Xi was also among those watching a stream.

She, however, could only watch the low-quality public feed.

After all, the area over there was too terrifying; moving around freely was incredibly difficult.

Just keeping the video feed stable was a challenge, but the Death-Defying Streamer was doing his best.

Yue Xi was intentionally projecting the video with a Magical Treasure for the hidden Jian Shisan to see.

Her excuse was that "it’s more comfortable to watch on a big screen."

By now, dozens of bolts of Celestial Punishment had already crashed down, nearly blowing the very space below to pieces.

But everyone could see the figure still standing tall. Though his body was covered in blood, he would not fall, would not be extinguished, and would not die.

Jiang Zuo’s body was in agonizing pain, an explosive, searing agony.

But he didn’t feel it. In fact, he found it all rather ordinary.

Things like the Celestial Punishment could utterly destroy a person on mere contact, let alone be controlled.

But what others could not do, he, Jiang Zuo, could.

Others could not control the Celestial Punishment; he, Jiang Zuo, could.

Others could not withstand the Celestial Punishment; he, Jiang Zuo, could.

Others feared the Celestial Punishment and the powerful, but he, Jiang Zuo, feared nothing.

Today, he would make this fish pay the price in blood.

Countless bolts of Celestial Punishment merged into Jiang Zuo’s body, and the Celestial Punishment Sword in his hand grew more terrifying, more powerful.

Jiang Zuo swung his sword, thrusting it toward the Flying Fish.

The Flying Fish was about to face his, Jiang Zuo’s, very own Celestial Punishment.

Jiang Zuo’s actions finally shocked the Flying Fish. It shrieked, "Human, you’re courting death! You’re actually using your physical body to reforge the Celestial Punishment! This is blasphemy! You are defying the laws of heaven!

You will be obliterated by heaven and earth!"

"Ignorant creature," Jiang Zuo said coldly.

With that, Jiang Zuo’s Celestial Punishment Sword shot directly toward the Flying Fish.

The Flying Fish thrashed its body, then flew up and roared at Jiang Zuo, "Human, do you think I’ll just sit here and wait to die? You’re asking for it!"

Jiang Zuo ignored it completely, thrusting forward without hesitation. In the next instant, his Celestial Punishment Sword slammed into the Flying Fish’s power.

BOOM! A massive explosion radiated in all directions, its terrifying aura shattering the boundaries of space itself.

Jiang Zuo’s flesh and blood were being torn away, but he was oblivious, as if it wasn’t his body at all.

His eyes saw only the Flying Fish. Pierce it. Kill it. Destroy it.

Endless killing intent and boundless madness erupted from Jiang Zuo’s eyes.

At that moment, the Celestial Punishment descended again, striking Jiang Zuo once more. Instead of alarm, he felt joy. ’Come on, come on! The fiercer, the better!’

Dozens more bolts of Celestial Punishment merged into Jiang Zuo. In that instant, his sword surged forward, closing the distance to the Flying Fish in a flash.

He was about to strike home.

The Flying Fish was horrified. The aura of the Celestial Punishment was far more terrifying than it had imagined. It felt a flicker of fear.

"Human, stop! Stop! You can’t do this! Stop! No! Stop, human! No— AHHHHHHH! AHHHHHHH!"

A mixture of rage, terror, pleas for mercy, and wretched screams instantly echoed out from the void.

Everyone heard it. The sound was distorted, but the words were crystal clear.

’The person undergoing the Celestial Punishment... is killing a fish?’

Everyone was aghast. An Xi, however, backed away in sheer terror. She was afraid. She wanted to run.

Only she knew what that fish was. Only she knew how terrifying this human was. Only she knew. Only she.

As the Flying Fish’s wretched screams echoed, Jiang Zuo’s Celestial Punishment Sword pierced straight through it.

Only then did Jiang Zuo’s voice ring out. "I told you. You would feel the terror of being dominated by me.

You dare to touch my people?

Who gave you the audacity?

You must die. Not even the heavens can save you now."