Chapter 653: Half-Demon Race Genius

Jiao Peng was seething with rage. The man was clearly just toying with him and had no intention of handing it over.

At that thought, he threw caution to the wind. He had to get the Nether Life Pill. Gripping his Trident, he shot through the air to attack.

The sea below him responded to his power, and countless torrents surged into the sky, encircling the youth.

"It seems you don't want this anymore."

The youth had also made his decision. He knew Jiao Peng desperately needed what he held, which made him fearless. Holding the Jade Box in one hand, he formed a Blood Coagulation Sword in the other and slashed at Jiao Peng.

However, Jiao Peng attacked with his full strength. His Combat Power was terrifying, and even the youth found it difficult to handle.

The man was also extremely cunning. Whenever Jiao Peng's attacks posed a real threat, he would use the Nether Life Pill in the Jade Box as leverage.

And Jiao Peng had no choice but to halt his assault.

But the moment he stopped, his opponent would ruthlessly launch a fatal attack.

"There are many shameless people in this world, but you are by far the most shameless of them all!"

In that same instant, Ye Wushuang moved.

'I was curious to see just how shameless this man could be, but he has far exceeded my expectations.'

BOOM!

He strode forward and reached for the youth.

The youth's face darkened, his eyes glinting coldly. He raised his hand and swiped it through the air, conjuring a net of Blood-Colored Killing Swords that descended upon Ye Wushuang.

Jiao Peng seized the opportunity to strike, lunging for the Jade Box in the youth's other hand.

Seeing this, the youth jerked his hand and actually threw the Jade Box, sending it plummeting toward the sea below.

"You…"

Jiao Peng was furious.

"My apologies. If I can't have it, then it must be destroyed."

The youth gave a sinister smile.

BOOM!

Jiao Peng ignored him completely. No matter how furious he was, it was nothing compared to the importance of the Nether Life Pill. With a roar, he transformed into a Flood Dragon and dived for the Jade Box.

But he didn't know that the instant he transformed into a Flood Dragon, a blazing, greedy light erupted in the youth's eyes.

BOOM!

Just as the Jade Box was about to be caught, another hand suddenly emerged from the void and snatched it.

Then, a Black-Winged Youth stepped out of the void.

BOOM!

Simultaneously, a pillar of black light shot out and blasted Jiao Peng away. The impact sent his massive body smashing through the void, which cracked under the force. He reverted to his original form to lessen the spatial impact.

However, Jiao Peng had been wounded by the ambush.

Furthermore, there was something strange about this Black-Winged Youth. His attack was laced with a potent poison that had already invaded Jiao Peng's body. Even the blood trickling from the corner of Jiao Peng's mouth was black.

'How treacherous!'

Jiao Peng struggled to suppress the poison spreading through his body, his eyes fixed deathly on the Black-Winged Youth.

But the Black-Winged Youth remained indifferent, as if he had just done something utterly insignificant.

He glanced at the Jade Box in his hand before calling out to the Beastman-like youth, "Wuxi, stop playing around. We still have important things to do."

"Heh heh heh, don't be in such a hurry. I haven't had my fun yet. These two wastes of space are pretty interesting."

Wuxi chuckled, clearly addicted to toying with them.

"It looks like you're having a great time!"

Ye Wushuang extended a single hand and instantly ripped the blood-colored sword net to shreds. He then charged toward Wuxi!

"Stealing from others is despicable and shameless enough!"

"But what's even more shameless is that when you can't win a fight, you resort to threats and then have the gall to call others 'wastes of space.'"

"I have to wonder, when you say 'waste of space,' are you talking about others, or yourselves?"

"Since you all want to play, I'll play with you!"

Ye Wushuang's figure instantly appeared beside Wuxi. His cold voice echoed by Wuxi's ear as one hand shot out to grab him.

Wuxi's smile froze. The shadow of death fell over him, and he retreated with explosive speed.

"Running? If you're not a waste of space, why don't you dare to even face my attack? Why are you running away?"

Ye Wushuang's taunt struck home, and Wuxi's face darkened, turning ugly.

BOOM!

At that same moment, Ye Wushuang took another step to give chase, but something unexpected happened!

Before his foot even landed, a chill ran down his spine. He sensed an extremely dangerous aura coming from behind.

"You dare lay a hand on one of my Half-Demon Race!"

An icy voice rang out. Before Ye Wushuang could even turn around, two thin beams of black light shot toward him with incredible speed. They scorched the very void, dyeing it black and letting out a sizzling sound.

This showed just how potent the poison they contained was.

WHOOSH!

Ye Wushuang reacted in a flash, tilting his head just enough for the two beams of black light to graze past his cheek.

However, the searing poison was incredibly dense and terrifying. It didn't dissipate, but instead rushed toward Ye Wushuang's face.

Sensing the threat, Ye Wushuang's Protective Gang Qi automatically manifested on the surface of his body, blocking the force of the black light.

However, the poison was so potent it could even penetrate True Essence Gang Qi. A few strands of hair at Ye Wushuang's temple were scorched into nothingness.

This enraged him.

Hmph!

Ye Wushuang snorted heavily. A blinding golden light erupted from his body, instantly blocking all of the poison.

At the same time, he twisted around and violently thrust a hand toward his ambusher.

The man was a youth in black armor with two long, black spikes growing from his shoulders. The two beams of black light had just been fired from them.

"Merely a petty trick, hardly a display of true skill."

The black-armored youth was filled with contempt. With a shudder of his body, his black spikes shot across the sky to kill. As they pierced through the air, they multiplied endlessly, like a swarm of poison needles, each one gleaming with a sinister light!

"Petty tricks? And I suppose you think a shameless sneak attack is some grand technique, a display of true skill?"

Ye Wushuang clenched his five fingers, forming a massive golden fist that he blasted forward.

"Begone!"

As he took a composed step forward, Ye Wushuang let out a sudden, explosive roar that boomed like a Thunderbolt, shaking the very Firmament. His golden fist shot forth a ten-thousand-zhang-long ray of golden light as it crashed forward.

The endless black spikes stopped dead in the void, completely swallowed by the golden radiance.

The two black spikes rapidly retracted, but the terrifying Fist Force still had power remaining, nearly shattering both of the black-armored youth's arms.

'What terrifying power!'

In that instant, the black-armored youth's expression finally changed. Without a moment's hesitation, he rushed toward the Black-Winged Youth.

At the same time, ripples once again formed in the space beside Ye Wushuang, as if with a clear target.

Ye Wushuang had already sensed it. His eyes turned cold, and his fury grew. 'I can't believe it. Every single one of these newcomers is so shameless, they're addicted to sneak attacks!'

"Get out here!

Just as the attacker was halfway out of the void, Ye Wushuang's hand shot down and clamped fiercely onto the man's head.

An immense force pressed down, snuffing out the man's killing blow before it could even form.

ROAR!

Instantly, the man transformed into a Hundred-Foot Centipede and broke free from Ye Wushuang's grasp.

"Waste of space! Do you think a member of my Half-Demon Race is so easily dealt with? You overestimate yourself."

The Hundred-Foot Centipede spoke in a human tongue as its thousand legs moved in unison, firing off pillars of dark red light that shot through the air.

But Ye Wushuang's figure had already vanished, reappearing in an instant directly above the Hundred-Foot Centipede's head.

His speed was so terrifying that no one saw him move. The eyes of the other three narrowed, and they all moved at once, converging on Ye Wushuang to kill him.

BOOM!

Ye Wushuang curved his five fingers into a giant claw and brought it down from the sky, seizing the Hundred-Foot Centipede's head.

"Get off me!"

The Hundred-Foot Centipede roared, its massive body thrashing as it tried to break free from his grip.

But it soon discovered that Ye Wushuang's fingers were like iron pincers, clamped so tightly around it that escape was impossible.

"Now that you're trapped in my hand, powerless to struggle, doesn't that make you the bigger waste of space?"

Ye Wushuang's gaze was icy as he threw the same disdainful taunt back at it.