Chapter Forty-Seven: The Furious Serpent King

Chapter Forty-Seven: The Enraged Serpent King

Wu Jue dug at the black crystal stones with a look of utter misery, feeling as though he weren't mining crystals, but excavating his own life. He sensed a powerful creature watching him, poised to devour his existence at any moment.

Yet, when he glanced back at Chu Jie in confusion, he realized it wasn't Chu Jie who was watching him.

“What are you staring at? Dig faster!” Wang Ye shouted.

Wu Jue turned back and continued digging with his sword. Each crystal he unearthed was piled nearby. In the outer city, black crystals were difficult to obtain. Even a single low-grade crystal could sustain an ordinary cultivator for a day of training, making them the true hard currency of Blood Slaughter City.

In the past, Wu Jue would have been overjoyed to dig up so many crystals—he’d have laughed himself awake from a dream. But now, he barely had time to cry.

Chu Jie ignored Wu Jue, his gaze fixed on the cavern ceiling above, sensing that the Black Wind Serpent King was already present, perhaps lurking in the vast opening overhead.

The serpent king, however, delayed its appearance, stirring Chu Jie's impatience.

Time passed slowly. Wu Jue had excavated more than twenty crystals, their brilliant glow illuminating the cavern. Crystals typically emitted a faint light, but so many together made the space dazzlingly bright.

The pile of crystals was enticing; greed flickered in the eyes of those Wang Ye had brought. Chu Jie saw it all and sighed inwardly.

Perhaps the Mad Dog Camp could keep secrets, but Wang Ye’s men were unlikely to. Thus, after this battle, Chu Jie planned to strip the cavern of every last crystal.

Wu Jue continued to mine, reaching over a hundred crystals, hollowing out a patch of ground. With his core ruined and exhaustion setting in, he was about to rest when two blades of wind shot down from the cave ceiling.

“Form the array!” Chu Jie’s spirit jolted—the Black Wind Serpent King was coming.

Chen Long quickly led his men to set up a defensive formation, moving with astonishing speed.

Wang Ye’s group tensed, crossbows at the ready.

The wind blades streaked toward them. Chu Jie ignored them, searching for the serpent king itself, puzzled by its refusal to show.

Wu Jue dodged nimbly, avoiding the wind blades. Though his core was crippled, his reflexes remained sharp—and the blades had lost much of their force by the time they reached him.

A massive shadow dropped from the ceiling, crashing onto the ground with a thunderous roar.

The Black Wind Serpent King could no longer restrain itself. The failed wind blades had not killed Wu Jue, so it emerged in person.

Everyone was startled as the serpent king’s enormous form sent up a cloud of dust.

The creature’s body then soared skyward, its transparent wings shimmering with spiritual light, gliding straight toward Wu Jue.

Despair filled Wu Jue’s face—was this Chu Jie’s idea of an escape? Fleeing from such a formidable beast?

Even before his cultivation was crippled, he wouldn’t have dared provoke this monster—let alone now.

Resigned, he closed his eyes. The violent impact robbed him of consciousness completely.

From Chu Jie’s perspective, Wu Jue was smashed into a bloody pulp, a mist of gore spraying into the air.

Having killed Wu Jue, the serpent king’s ferocity was unleashed; its gaze fell on Chu Jie—enmity blazed between them.

The serpent king’s eyes burned red, and it shot toward Chu Jie like a bolt of wind.

Such a swift attack was not something Chu Jie wished to meet head-on. He dodged aside, letting out a long cry as the cycle within him churned madly, drawing in vast amounts of spiritual energy. His fist condensed another blazing sun.

The serpent king missed, its head shaking, wings vibrating, launching itself at Chu Jie once more.

It was hard to believe such a massive body could be so agile.

Chu Jie shouted, “Wang Ye, shoot its eyes with your crossbows!”

Wang Ye received the order, and his men fired, but none aimed for the eyes—all their bolts struck the serpent king’s body.

“Master Chu, it’s no use! It’s too fast!” Wang Ye was inwardly delighted, relishing the trouble he caused Chu Jie.

He had done it deliberately—Chu Jie said ‘aim for the eyes,’ but Wang Ye targeted the body instead.

The arrows rattled off the serpent king’s scales, utterly useless.

Chu Jie glanced at Wang Ye, saying nothing, but his anger simmered—Wang Ye had defied his command! A death wish!

But the fight with the serpent king was at a critical moment, leaving no opportunity to deal with Wang Ye.

Wang Ye watched the battle, hoping the serpent king would kill Chu Jie so he could claim the cavern’s resources for himself. With enough crystals, he’d quickly reach the Spirit Gathering Realm and become the new boss—who could oppose him then?

But his calculations were wrong. When the serpent king attacked Chu Jie a second time, Chu Jie slipped aside and landed a punch on its head.

The fist, clad in the Universe Wheel gauntlet, packed overwhelming power.

The blazing sun burst forth, detonating with thunderous force.

Heavenly Sun Flame Fist!

The serpent king roared. Previously, Chu Jie’s punch had stunned it; this time, though it wasn’t dazed, it was driven into a frenzy.

Twice struck on the head by the same opponent—it could not tolerate this humiliation.

“The boss is invincible!” cheered the Mad Dog Camp, their voices echoing through the cavern.

While their formation remained defensive, they searched for chances to strike at the serpent king.

The creature’s destructive power was unmatched, its strength irresistible.

Wang Ye’s men were dumbfounded by the force of Chu Jie’s fist, witnessing his true ferocity for the first time.

The serpent king’s eyes glowed crimson as its body suddenly stilled, hovering in mid-air.

“Wang Ye! Shoot its eyes! Ignore my orders again, and I’ll destroy you myself!” Chu Jie barked.

Only then did Wang Ye and his men reluctantly aim for the eyes, but even with the serpent king stationary, they could not hit their target.

A cold light flashed in Chu Jie’s eyes, but he had no time to deal with them now. His Universe Wheel transformed into a stream of light, striking at the serpent king.

Yet, as it neared, the serpent king suddenly moved, its scales radiating intense light, its speed doubling.

Perhaps because Wang Ye and his men had attacked it, the serpent king now flew straight at their group of over twenty.

“Dodge!”

“We can’t—it’s too fast!”

The group scattered in chaos, but the serpent king swept through them like a storm, its massive body tearing through their ranks.

A series of explosions followed—over a dozen were crushed to fragments beneath its assault.

The murderous aura instantly froze everyone in the cavern.

The serpent king turned, its bloody eyes fixed on Chu Jie, jaws opening wide to reveal gleaming, razor-sharp fangs.

Chu Jie’s heart tightened. He shouted, “Mad Dog Camp, fall back—don’t let the serpent king get close!”

A moment ago, the serpent king had killed more than ten people just by charging—the victims all from Wang Ye’s group. It was clear that, in its rage, the serpent king was more formidable than ever and the Mad Dog Camp could not withstand it.

Wang Ye was stunned, having narrowly escaped the serpent king’s wrath—cold sweat trickled down his forehead.

With half his men dead, his body trembled. If Duan Kun learned of this, he would not forgive him.

Wang Ye glared at Chu Jie with hatred, blaming him for the losses.

Yet he never considered that, had he fought earnestly and followed orders from the start, the outcome might have been entirely different.

Now, the serpent king was locked in a death struggle with Chu Jie. After establishing its dominance, it pursued Chu Jie relentlessly.

Chu Jie dodged desperately, knowing the serpent king’s current state wouldn’t last long—this was its peak moment.

Still, as he evaded, he sought opportunities to attack.

The Universe Wheel occasionally found openings to strike, but its blows merely sparked against the serpent king’s scales, leaving no mark.

Chu Jie was unable to unleash the wheel’s full power—his strength was insufficient, only partial force could be mustered.

At his current cultivation, he simply could not defeat the serpent king.

Then, failing to dodge in time, Chu Jie was struck by the serpent king’s head.

Everyone present was shocked, terror etched on their faces.

But Chu Jie’s body wasn't shattered; instead, he was carried into the air and slammed into the cliff wall.

The serpent king’s body, a third of it, embedded itself into the rock.

“It’s over! Master Chu is dead!” Wang Ye cried. “Let’s run!”

The Mad Dog Camp refused. Chen Long stepped forward, “Wang Ye, try to leave and we’ll destroy you right here! The boss will be fine—we live and die with him!”

The camp members were full of confidence in Chu Jie.

Chu Jie, of course, was not dead. His body was twisted into a bent form.

“Damn, that hurts!” Chu Jie felt the serpent king’s head still pressing against him, his back throbbing in agony.

The cramped space prevented the serpent king from opening its jaws to bite him, sparing his life for the moment.

What hurt most were the several black crystals behind him—their hardness was the prime source of pain.

Yet Chu Jie was unaware that the crystals at his back were melting rapidly, streams of spiritual energy flowing into his body.

Suddenly, Chu Jie’s body convulsed.