Chapter 762 - 761: A Mosquito’s Threat? Are You Sure This is a Little Flame?

The bald Cultivator snorted, his tone vicious.

"Hmph! Don’t blame us for killing you first, then taking care of that little wench next to you."

As he spoke, his gaze swept back and forth over Big Y, filled with undisguised lewdness.

The others also revealed knowing smirks, their ill-intentioned eyes sizing up Big Y.

Big Y felt her skin crawl under their stares and subconsciously took a step back, hiding behind Huo Lang.

"Boss, we’re no match for them. We should just stay out of it..."

They were facing seven Cultivators at the Late Stage of the Profound Understanding Realm or higher.

There were only two of them; they couldn’t possibly win.

But Huo Lang, instead of retreating, advanced two steps, completely shielding Big Y behind him as he stood ramrod straight.

"If you want to touch what belongs to Lord Mosquito, you’ll have to get through me first!"

He knew he couldn’t win.

But he absolutely could not stand by and watch others provoke Lord Mosquito.

As Lord Mosquito’s number one fan, he had to step up now!

The seven Cultivators frowned, their faces showing their impatience.

"Since you’re courting death, don’t blame us for what comes next."

"Go! Kill this clueless brat first, then we’ll snatch the Dragon Egg!"

With a wave from the bald Cultivator, all seven of them attacked at once.

Seven streams of Power of Law, each with a different attribute, blasted toward Huo Lang, illuminating the entire cavern with a multi-colored radiance.

Huo Lang gritted his teeth, pouring all his energy into the Profound Iron Shield in his hand and pushing its Defense to the absolute limit.

But his opponents, whether in power or numbers, were far beyond him. They weren’t in the same league.

BANG!

With a dull thud, the Profound Iron Shield was instantly covered in cracks.

Then, it shattered into a dozen pieces.

The immense impact force slammed into Huo Lang.

He couldn’t withstand it at all, his body flying backward like a kite with a broken string.

PFFT—

Huo Lang sprayed a large mouthful of blood in mid-air, his face turning deathly pale in an instant.

"Boss!"

Big Y cried out in alarm, immediately leaping into the air and rushing to catch Huo Lang.

She carried Huo Lang as she retreated.

She fell back more than a hundred meters before barely stabilizing herself and landing heavily on the ground.

Big Y knelt on the ground, holding Huo Lang.

She looked up at the seven approaching Cultivators, her eyes filled with despair.

This was the gap in strength. There was no room for resistance at all.

Watching this scene from a short distance away, Gu Yuexi slowly spoke, a hint of surprise in her voice.

"That guy, Huo Lang, is he a new underling of yours?"

Chu Sheng waved his front legs, equally confused.

"Nope. I just ran into them in the Frost Bone Dragon’s cavern. We haven’t even spoken."

"It’s probably because I killed the Frost Bone Dragon and ended up saving them in the process."

"That kid, Huo Lang, must have taken it to heart."

At this thought, Chu Sheng remembered the sudden 800-point increase in his Power of Faith and had a realization.

’No wonder my Power of Faith increased for no reason. It was this kid.’

’He is, after all, my very first loyal fan in the Spirit Realm.’

’Letting this bunch of Cultivators kill him would be a huge loss of face.’

’Besides, this group’s target is my Dragon Egg.’

’They’ve threatened me directly.’

’Sparing their lives is not my, Chu Sheng’s, style.’

"Wait for me."

Chu Sheng said to Gu Yuexi.

In the next second, his figure flickered, and with an Instant Teleportation, he appeared between Huo Lang and the seven Cultivators.

He faced the seven Cultivators, his tone casual as if he were discussing some trivial matter.

"I’ll give you a choice."

"Kneel and commit suicide."

"This Lord Mosquito will be merciful and leave you with intact corpses."

His voice wasn’t loud, yet it reached everyone’s ears clearly.

The seven Cultivators were momentarily stunned.

They stood frozen, the mocking smirks on their faces not yet faded.

A mosquito...

Was actually...

Threatening seven Profound Understanding Realm Cultivators...

...to commit suicide???

In all their years of Cultivation.

They had met the arrogant.

They had met the conceited.

They had met those who didn’t know their place.

But they had never encountered a mosquito so arrogant, so conceited, and so utterly clueless about its own place.

They had never even heard of such a thing!

After a long moment, the seven Cultivators finally snapped out of their stupor.

Then, they burst into even more frantic laughter.

"Hahaha! This is killing me!"

"I’ve really seen it all today!"

"First we run into a psycho punk, and now a ridiculously arrogant White-striped Aedes Mosquito."

"The Spirit Realm is truly vast; it’s full of all kinds of idiots."

After a round of mockery, the leading bald Cultivator’s face turned vicious. He thrust his longsword forward, pointing it menacingly at Chu Sheng.

"I don’t have time to waste jawing with a fucking mosquito."

"Either fuck off right now and get out of my sight."

"Or I’ll swat you dead and mash you into a pulp!"

He hadn’t even finished speaking when Chu Sheng’s compound eyes turned to look at him coldly.

[Amaterasu’s Eye!]

Without any warning, a black flame instantly ignited on the bald Cultivator’s body.

The flame wasn’t large, but it was bizarre, burning right against his skin.

It didn’t even burn his clothes first; it directly burned his physical body and his Divine Soul.

"Huh? What is this?"

The bald Cultivator froze for a second before the searing pain hit him.

He hastily summoned the Law of Water.

A torrent of blue water enveloped his entire body, trying to extinguish the black flame.

But when his Emperor Domain Level Law of Water poured onto the black flame, it was like pouring oil on a fire.

Not only did it fail to slow the burning in the slightest, but it made the flame burn even more fiercely!

"Ah! What the hell is this thing?!?!"

The intense pain made the bald Cultivator scream.

He felt as though his very Divine Soul was being incinerated, a pain that pierced his marrow.

"Quick! Quick! Help me!"

"Help me put out the fire!!!"

He fell to the ground, rolling and begging his companions for help, his voice filled with terror.

The other six Cultivators, however, were unconcerned.

"Hey, stop acting. That’s enough."

"It’s just a tiny flame from a mosquito. Are you serious?"

"Hurry up and put it out. We still have to go snatch the Dragon Egg. Don’t waste time."

The group was laughing and joking, not taking it seriously at all.

How powerful could a fire set by a mosquito be?

But the black flame on the bald Cultivator’s body burned stronger and stronger, soon engulfing him completely.

"Aah! It hurts so much!"

"Save me! Save me!"

The bald Cultivator’s screams grew more and more shrill as he rolled on the ground more violently, his skin burning to a charred black.

Seeing his miserable state, the other six Cultivators finally realized something was wrong.

The bald Cultivator wasn’t faking it—he was really about to burn to death!

They cast an incredulous glance at Chu Sheng in mid-air.

The mockery on their faces vanished instantly, replaced by grim gravity.

"All together! Help him put out the fire!"

Another Cultivator in blue robes, at the Peak of the Profound Understanding Realm, barked the order, and the six attacked simultaneously.

Some summoned the Law of Water.

Some used Earth Magic to try and bury it.

Some brought out Defense Treasures, trying to isolate the flames.

All sorts of techniques were unleashed, a multi-colored torrent of light landing on the bald Cultivator.

But no matter what Magical Treasure they used, no matter what Skill they employed...

...none of their methods had any effect on the black flame on the bald Cultivator’s body.

The black flame seemed to have grown out of the bald Cultivator’s body, deeply rooted.

No matter what they did, it showed no sign of weakening in the slightest.

"No... don’t..."

The bald Cultivator’s voice grew fainter and fainter.

In just a few moments, he fell completely silent.

All that remained on the ground was a handful of black ash.

A gust of wind blew, and it scattered.

Not even a single trace was left behind!