Living In Another World With A Farm Chapter 8399: Xiangyu (1)

Upon spotting the arrivals from Poisonous Bug Valley, Zhao Hai furrowed his brow in dismay. He then inquired, "Which senior brother wishes to step up?" No sooner had he spoken than a figure sprang from behind him, touching down right in front of the Poisonous Bug Valley cultivator. The individual was gaunt and lofty, his features twisted in smug superiority. Zhao Hai's frown only intensified upon laying eyes on him.

Zhao Hai vaguely recognized this fellow. He hailed from Blood Elephant Island, holding the status of a core disciple there. Still, Blood Elephant Island enjoyed notoriety across the Bloody Massacre Sect. Its denizens usually honed the Blood Elephant Technique. Practitioners of this art grew bulky and hefty, wielding boundless might and ironclad resilience. They excelled particularly with the elephant trunk cone as their signature armament.

Yet this lanky, towering cultivator broke the mold entirely. He counted among the scant handful on Blood Elephant Island who shunned the Blood Elephant Technique. His past carried its own peculiarities as well. Starting as a lone wanderer in cultivation, he had stumbled into membership on Blood Elephant Island, rising to disciple rank. The path he picked outshone even that in rarity—the Blood Sea God-Killing Technique!

Indeed, this very cultivator pursued the identical art as Zhao Hai: the Blood Sea God-Killing Technique. For whatever cause, though, he harbored deep antagonism toward the outer seas' folk. He held Zhao Hai in low regard. Truth be told, disdain marked his view of everyone around. To him, he towered above all as a superior being.

Zhao Hai struggled to grasp how such a former rogue cultivator could foster this overbearing arrogance. On what grounds did he scorn others? Pondering it briefly, though, brought clarity—this man likely viewed himself as a prodigy. That conviction drove him to the Blood Sea God-Killing Technique. He even boasted of conquering it fully one day. Zhao Hai found himself at a loss for words with someone so full of himself.

This man's family name tied oddly to Blood Elephant Island. It was Xiang, echoing the "Xiang" in Blood Elephant Island yet spelled differently. Full name: Xiang Yu! Frankly, Zhao Hai drew a blank on reacting to it. Did his haughty nature stem from that surname somehow?

Xiang Yu's hand flickered, summoning a lengthy blade into his grasp. The weapon bore no extraordinary traits. He eyed the Poisonous Bug Valley group with a mocking grin and declared, "Xiang Yu of the Bloody Massacre Sect here. Your names mean nothing to me. Tough luck running into me—prepare to perish!" With that, he swung fiercely, denying his foe any opening whatsoever.

Zhao Hai watched the display, torn between amusement and exasperation. This fellow truly indulged in his own rhetoric. Self-absorbed to the core, he dwelled in a bubble of delusion. That aside, Zhao Hai approved of the assault itself. Xiang Yu wielded the Bloody Battle Eight Strikes, a basic set, yet executed with finesse. As his blade arced, a crimson river materialized midair. Its ferocity rivaled Zhao Hai's own version of the Bloody Battle Eight Strikes.

The sight left the entire Alliance formation in shock. None had imagined a Bloody Massacre Sect core disciple could command the Eight Bloody Combat Styles at such a level. Zhao Hai already stood out as exceptional, but Xiang Yu surpassed even that. The Bloody Massacre Sect brimmed with such prodigies, it seemed.

The Poisonous Bug Valley man registered the surprise too, growing warier. He grasped the Eight Bloody Combat Styles' potency well, yet Xiang Yu's taunts ignited his fury. With a cold huff, he kept his armament sheathed. Instead, his fingers danced leisurely through the air. As they did, a toxic haze erupted around him, gradually shaping into a massive emerald toad.

This toad loomed enormously, standing roughly fifty feet high and stretching a hundred feet across. Its verdant hide gleamed slickly, while its enormous eyes fixed intently forward. Just as the Blood River neared contact, the toad emitted a sharp "Chi!" It parted its vast maw, unleashing a scarlet tongue that lashed out to strike the Blood River.

A deafening crash echoed as the Blood River shattered, dissolving into a bloody downpour. The toad bellowed a thunderous cry! Weng~! In the wake of that roar, the airborne blood rain encountered an unseen barrier, spraying wildly outward.

Yet the assault pressed on. Abruptly, a towering peak materialized over the blood rain. It plummeted with devastating force, dwarfing the toad in scale. This marked one of the Eight Bloody Fighting Moves' lethal strikes: Blood Sea and Corpse Mountain!

The colossal toad gaped wide, expelling a glob of viridian vapor from its jaws to intercept the descending peak. The vapor swiftly expanded into a vast green nebula, enveloping the mountain like roots buried in mist.

Suddenly, a blood torrent cascaded from the peak's heights. This crimson surge terrified even more, its waves churning violently as they crashed against the green cloud. The blood surged like tidal fury! Another facet of the Eight Forms of Bloody Combat unfolded here, piercing with relentless drive.

The giant toad remained utterly composed. It bared its fangs once more, firing its crimson tongue to smack the blood wave. A tremendous boom resounded, and though the tongue recoiled, the blood wave vanished entirely.

The toad wailed in agony, fury sparking in its gaze. It then stretched its jaws to unleash a piercing shriek. With a mighty inhale, its maw transformed into a devouring void. Nearby spiritual Qi, the green clouds, the airborne mountain, and the lingering Blood River all funneled straight into its gullet.

Witnessing this, a voice boomed from above: "Impressive, Sky-Swallowing Poisonous Toad! But let's see if your venomous beast can gulp down my 3000 Blood Kingdoms." As the words rang out, cities flickered into existence overhead. Their ranks swelled rapidly, blanketing the heavens.

Still, the toad below inhaled voraciously. The cities dissolved into scarlet beams, vanishing into its belly. But their numbers overwhelmed, appearing boundless. The poisonous toad's pull matched that endlessness. Each side drained the other through this relentless tug-of-war.

Some fifteen minutes passed before a explosive crack shattered the deadlock. The poisonous toad burst apart and faded away. The skybound cities winked out just as swiftly. Two silhouettes materialized high up, glaring across the gap. Neither appeared unscathed, though. Blood trickled from Xiang Yu's lips, signaling damage to his inner core. The Poisonous Bug Valley cultivator sported shredded sleeves and ashen features. Clearly, their clash had taxed them beyond limits, leaving both wounded in a deadlock.

Xiang Yu brandished his lengthy blade and bellowed, "I never figured you'd hold out against me this long. You've earned a shred of my respect, but that's your limit. Today, you fall!" He hoisted the saber high, roaring as he merged with it in a blazing charge toward the Poisonous Bug Valley cultivator.

The Poisonous Bug Valley man scoffed icily, his gaze sharpening with menace. He thrust his palms ahead, crouching toad-like. Once more, the toad's phantom loomed over him. Its crimson orbs locked on Xiang Yu. The apparition's jaws split open, hurling its scarlet tongue anew. A resounding impact followed, dissolving the toad while the Poisonous Bug Valley disciple darted back. Xiang Yu halted abruptly, coughing up fresh blood. This spurt carried a rancid taint—he'd been envenomed.

Xiang Yu sensed it immediately, rage flaring in his eyes. He glared at the Poisonous Bug Valley cultivator and snarled, "You coward! Resorting to poison?" His words prompted Bloody Massacre Sect disciples to slap their foreheads in embarrassment. Laughter erupted from the Alliance Army's grand formation. The allies could scarcely believe it. They hadn't anticipated this Bloody Massacre Sect disciple's oddity. Facing Poisonous Bug Valley experts, famed for toxins, how could poison not factor in? What nonsense was this?

Zhao Hai glanced at Xiang Yu, who swayed unsteadily on his feet. With a deep breath of relief, Zhao Hai turned to the Poisonous Bug Valley cultivator. The man proved formidable, a master of poisons. Though he fell short of Zhao Hai's prowess, he outstripped most in the Blood Sea Realm. Xiang Yu's setback came as no surprise. The Poisonous Bug Valley fighter bore wounds, but nothing crippling. Xiang Yu, poisoned and battered, teetered on collapse. Refusing surrender meant death. Thus, Zhao Hai announced, "This round goes to them." He gestured, sending several figures soaring from the formation to retrieve Xiang Yu from the fray's heart.

Xiang Yu rejected the aid outright. Clutching his blade, he fixed a venomous stare on the Poisonous Bug Valley cultivator and yelled, "I haven't lost! I'll end you yet. Zhao Hai, you can't forfeit for me. I answer to no one." He lunged to strike again, only to crumple to the ground. Verdant hues marred his skin—he'd blacked out completely.

Zhao Hai regarded Xiang Yu and shook his head ruefully. What a fool this guy made of himself, spouting such lines now. Didn't that just invite ridicule? Even so, Zhao Hai harbored no resentment. Every sect had its unruly types, impossible to rein in. Unfazed, he directed the cultivators to haul Xiang Yu away, dosing him with antidotes. Afterward, he dispatched him to Blood Buddha Temple for the masters there to heal.