Wait, How Did My Digital Girlfriend Become a Sword Immortal? Chapter 819: The Time of One Stick of Incense

"Taotie?! You've come back to life? This fast!"

Wu E fixed its gaze on Muscle Tyrant, who had seized its razor-sharp claws, with pupils shrinking as it beheld the terrifying, majestic creature whose demonic aura pierced the skies.

It had assumed that Taotie would need at least three to five days to fully reconstruct its form and regain peak condition.

Thus, it felt no concern whatsoever. It believed that even if Chen Huaian managed to fend off a handful of its strikes, it wouldn't pose an issue. It could leisurely torment Chen Huaian until his demise, and maybe even reveal the mysteries surrounding Chen Huaian — how he could unleash battle prowess rivaling the late Feathered Transformation Realm despite being merely at the Void Shattering stage? How he wielded such refined sword arts...

These sword arts definitely ought not to exist on Earth Star.

Moreover, the majority of superior cultivation methods had long been withdrawn back to the Immortal Realm. Certain methods among them were beyond the reach of even the immortals in the Immortal Realm.

The power exhibited by Chen Huaian stirred profound doubts in Wu E about his background.

"Who do you suppose this mighty king is? Some mutt with tainted lineage like yourself?

This mighty king is Taotie!"

Muscle Tyrant contorted his frame, swinging his robust tail laterally like a lash.

Wu E's talons remained locked in Muscle Tyrant's grasp, subdued by that overwhelming power, rendering escape impossible. It had no choice but to endure the lash fully, its form hurled rearward with a resounding 'boom' as it plunged into the North Sea's surges.

From a superior vantage, Muscle Tyrant regarded Wu E with utter contempt for this being sporting a crocodile skull and bat-like appendages.

Were it not for the Celestial God Clan's interference, during the ancient times, entities like Wu E ranked as the basest, most contemptible among the demonic ranks.

Not to mention ascending to immortality, even as fodder, Muscle Tyrant would deem it far too fibrous to consume.

Nevertheless, in ordinary situations, reshaping its demonic form so swiftly would indeed prove impossible. The key factor was that while pursuing Wu E to the North Sea, Chen Huaian had supplied it with a massive hoard of valuables: Celestial-grade pills crafted via the Qilin's formulas, the prized Golden Lotus of Transformation, along with numerous other elixirs whose titles it couldn't even recall.

Upon claiming Taotie's corporeal vessel, it had promptly devoured the entire stash, yielding remarkably swift results.

As the sovereign of primordial Fierce Beasts, a being equivalent to Chaos, fully remaking its demonic physique would normally demand enormous energy and duration. Even at full throttle, it would require three to five days. The valuables and elixirs from Chen Huaian hastened this dramatically.

"Indeed, the Big Boss lives up to his reputation!"

Muscle Tyrant cast a look at Chen Huaian, seated in meditation close by, and inwardly marveled once again.

"Though I've reformed my demonic physique and restored my might, I remain unable to fathom the Big Boss's ways.

Little wonder the Big Boss was selected by the Ancestral Dragon as the inheritor of the Dragon Soul..."

While lost in thought, the North Sea's billows erupted ferociously. Wu E erupted from the depths, its blood-red gaze locked unyieldingly on Taotie, brimming solely with murderous resolve.

"Does your boldness stem from your newly forged body?

How foolish! You'll never grasp the divide separating you from the Immortal Clan!

Body or no body, I shall slay you!"

Scarce had the declaration ended when Wu E flung its wings wide.

A murky teal gale ascended from the ocean's face, bearing a rancid, murky emerald toxin haze. It morphed into a towering cyclone, roiling the waters over a hundred miles and hurling them aloft.

"Savor my 'Bone-Corroding Wind Poison'! Though you hail from ancient Fierce Beasts, a mere touch will erode your skeleton and melt your spirit!"

It howled, flapping its wings once more to unleash a barrage of a thousand murky teal gust blades hurtling at Muscle Tyrant like a relentless storm.

Each blade's rim glowed with the sinister sheen of the toxin fog. Where they grazed the sea, it hissed and frothed, swiftly discoloring to a murky russet.

Muscle Tyrant displayed zero trepidation. His rear limbs fractured the water's skin as he launched his colossal bulk ahead akin to a launched projectile, slamming straight into the gale.

His somber gilt scales shimmered icily amid the toxin haze. The venom, on contact with the scales, failed to infiltrate but rather sizzled away, incinerated by the malevolent aura coating them.

"This is your limit? And you presume to label it an Immortal Clan art?" His enormous jaws parted broadly, extending impossibly, and he lunged straight at the multitude of gust blades — those blades that could pulverize stone outcrops dissolved upon approach to his maw, drawn into it by some unseen whirlpool, vanishing tracelessly down his gullet.

Ere Wu E could respond, Muscle Tyrant had closed in. A paw vast as a palm frond seized Wu E's throat outright.

Wu E wailed in agony, its wings thrashing wildly at Muscle Tyrant's cranium. Murky teal toxin jetted from the venom sacs at its wing ends toward Muscle Tyrant's orbs.

Muscle Tyrant simply angled his head a touch. His free paw clutched Wu E's right wing and applied colossal pressure — with a *tearing* noise, over half of Wu E's wing ripped free raw. Murky emerald ichor splattered the waves, promptly freezing a swath of ocean into dark, venomous frost.

However, the instant after, a teal radiance bloomed from the gash on Wu E's maimed wing. The fractured wing structure mended visibly, reverting to wholeness within mere breaths.

"Pointless! As an Immortal Clan member, my regeneration eclipses that of you Fierce Beasts by far!"

Wu E leered malevolently. With a wingbeat, the gale veered sharply, ensnaring Muscle Tyrant inside.

Myriad gust blades rasped along Muscle Tyrant's plating. Though unable to pierce his guard, they hindered his advance.

Exasperated by the gale's snare, Muscle Tyrant abruptly reared his head. His cavernous jaws targeted the void ahead and chomped ferociously —

*Snap!*

A sharp fracturing echoed!

In the formerly vacant area, a rough, serrated fissure materialized.

The encircling gale got largely drawn into the fissure at once. Even Wu E's wing, merely brushed by it, lost its extremity abruptly, reduced to a sheer, even stump.

Wu E recoiled in alarm, eyeing the fissure as it mended gradually. Dread at last flickered in its gaze's core.

It was a Demon Immortal, to be sure, yet it couldn't ignore the dread inspired by the archaic Fierce Beast Taotie's ingestion power, which appeared to bypass all laws.

Myths recounted that during primeval days, Taotie devoured sky and soil alike.

Absent the Celestial God Clan's His Lordship's aid, they'd have stood no chance against Taotie.

While Taotie's present fighting strength paled to a thousandth of eons-past prowess, his Celestial Powers endured. The core of his ingestion talent stayed unaltered.

"What say you to this great king's chomp?" Muscle Tyrant whipped his tail, excavating a depression scores of *zhang* across in the waves. "Today, I'll teach you the chasm between a cur like you and our primordial Demon Race!" He sprang forth anew, talons questing for Wu E's crown, his yawning mouth set on its toxin reservoirs, intent on gulping this irksome foe in a single draught.

Wu E, in turn, evaded desperately, trading gusts and venoms. Its injuries mended repeatedly, only to be rent afresh by Muscle Tyrant. Murky emerald blood tinged the full North Sea crimson. The gale and malevolent force clashed atop the waters, quaking the ocean floor's crags into ruin.

Even as the duo grappled evenly, with the waves nearing utter turmoil...

*Qiang—!*

A crisp, icy Sword Intent abruptly ascended from beneath.

Initially, that Sword Intent proved exceedingly subtle, akin to a strand of azure vapor. Yet in a flash, it ballooned violently.

Faint ashen gilt sword phantoms twinkled in the emptiness, cloaked in ghostly pale haze. It even appeared as though Immortal Qi flowed inside.

The Sword Intent rocketed upward, cleaving Wu E's gale, dominating Muscle Tyrant's malevolent force.

Even the roiling, gigantic North Sea swells halted then.

The toxin haze atop the waters got banished by the Sword Intent, erasing utterly in a moment.

Muscle Tyrant's talon halted suspended. Wu E's wings likewise suspended motionless.

Both creatures whipped their heads around at once, toward Chen Huaian, cross-legged amid the waves — a subtle gilt luminescence sheathed his form, his lids sealed, yet an ultra-thin filament of Sword Qi coiled about his digit.

From him emanated that vaulting Sword Intent.

Enfolded in the Sword Intent floated phantom vistas of myriad summits contesting splendor, countless streams rushing onward. It bore a crystalline chill, yet radiated an indisputable grandeur, as though solely this sword silhouette persisted betwixt firmament and realm, rendering sun, moon, and constellations pallid.

Sensing the Sword Intent, Muscle Tyrant's somber gilt plating clenched unbidden. Even the savage nature of the Fierce Beast waned by over half. Wu E quivered throughout, tiny droplets of icy perspiration beading its murky teal hide — this Sword Intent terrified utterly, outstripping any Immortal Clan Sword Cultivator it had encountered. It seemed a lone thread might rend its essence asunder.

"This... what manner of Sword Intent is this now?" Wu E's tone quavered, a shiver coursing its frame.

Muscle Tyrant regarded Chen Huaian's locale, his core overflowing with reverence:

"Truly, the Big Boss is unparalleled... Such swordly splendor, I suspect even the ancient Sword Immortals reached no further, eh?"

The gale upon the waters slowly receded, solely that ashen gilt Sword Intent lancing toward the firmament. It roused the Spiritual Energy of heaven and earth over the whole North Sea, converting it to rivulets of pale currents that languidly orbited Chen Huaian. Amid the ghostly Immortal Qi, faint strains of celestial melody seemed to reverberate through the Sword Intent.

"Muscle Tyrant!" Chen Huaian, lids unmoving, abruptly intoned.

"Grant This Venerable One the duration of one stick of incense!"

He uttered steadily, "Post one stick of incense, This Venerable One shall dispatch this vile creature to the underworld!"

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