Chapter 87 - 84: Battle on the Sea Train

Chapter 87: Chapter 84: Battle on the Sea Train

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The five Taiping Daoists were all stunned.

’What does he mean?’

’He knows about Taboo Items?’

"Your Taboo Items?"

After analyzing Jiang Chaosheng’s words, realization dawned on the red-robed youth:

"You’re the manager of that antique shop?

I didn’t expect you to be so young."

Although each of them proudly treated their Taboo Items as personal cheats, reveling in the unique sensation of wielding them.

But they knew who the true owner of these Taboo Items was.

They had mistaken Jiang Chaosheng for Li Qinglian.

Their ancestors had all traded with Li Qinglian, so they naturally assumed he was a white-bearded old man.

However...

According to the words left behind by their ancestors, although the man was very strong, he was respectful, even reverent, toward them—the scions of the Great Qing.

Confident in their own Combat Power and bolstered by their prestigious identities, they had dared to boldly prepare to go to the antique shop and snatch the Penalty Fire Flintlock Gun.

In an era when a destitute Prince was worth less than a dog, this Antique Shop Manager was perhaps one of their own kind.

The red-robed youth cupped his fists and said,

"May I ask, sir, are you of the Eight Banners?"

Jiang Chaosheng shook his head.

The long-braided old man narrowed his eyes.

’He’s a person from that era, but not of the Eight Banners...’

’I know the answer to this one!’

The long-braided old man snorted coldly.

"Insolent slave! Do you know who we are?!"

The long-braided old man took a step forward and said with great arrogance,

"I am a descendant of the Shumulu Clan!

Since you are a subject of the Great Qing, you should know who to pledge your loyalty to.

The Court needs your Penalty Fire Flintlock Gun. You..."

Jiang Chaosheng pulled the Scythe of Death from behind his back. His expression didn’t change in the slightest, as placid and still as an ancient well.

"In my eyes, you have only one identity: debtors."

It was unclear whether he meant they were in debt to Antique Shop Zero, or something else entirely.

The faces of the several Taiping Daoists changed.

’How is this different from what our ancestors described?’

Suddenly, the sound of something massive piercing the air exploded beside their ears.

The five Taiping Daoists whipped their heads around, just in time to see a massive octopus tentacle, growing larger and thicker, hurtling toward them like a train!

"Bastard!"

The four other Taiping Daoists grabbed the red-robed youth and rolled into a corner, keeping their heads down for dear life.

The tentacle flew over their heads, the wind from its passage whipping up their hair and clothes.

It was a close call; their heads had nearly been separated from their shoulders.

The four Taiping Daoists quietly raised their heads to look at Jiang Chaosheng at the end of the car.

They wanted to see how this Antique Shop Manager would handle the attack.

And by doing so, probe his Combat Power.

After all, just a few days ago, they had been planning to go to Antique Shop Zero, confront the manager head-on, and snatch the Penalty Fire Flintlock Gun, or maybe some other things.

They wanted to use this opportunity to see the true Combat Power of the Antique Shop Manager.

Half a second later, the pupils of the five Taiping Daoists quaked in shock!

Three great gates erupted from the ground, their surfaces carved with Profound Mysteries and Runes.

BOOM!

The octopus tentacle slammed into the Gate of Hell, the impact roaring like thunder!

The Taiping Daoists watched this scene in disbelief.

They couldn’t have blocked that octopus monster’s attack at all.

They had originally thought the Antique Shop Manager would use some trick to dodge, but they never expected him to block the assault so easily!

CREAK!

CREAK! CREAK!

The sound of a door opening was heard.

The first Gate of the Underworld in their sight creaked open, and Jiang Chaosheng charged out from within, grasping the Scythe of Death.

His eyes were deep and as cold as a thousand-year-old pond, his windbreaker billowed, tracing an arc in the air.

The train attendants started moving again.

With eerie smiles on their faces, they charged toward Jiang Chaosheng, repeating in unison:

"Go back!"

"The control cabin is a restricted area. No unauthorized personnel."

"Go back!!"

Facing so many Living Souls, Jiang Chaosheng’s gaze was calm, his expression unchanging.

His hands never stopped moving as he swung the Scythe of Death again and again.

The expressions of the five Taiping Daoists gradually shifted from shock to horror.

They had been fighting the train attendants for a long time.

Although the attendants’ Combat Power was average, they simply couldn’t be killed.

Even if you cut off their heads, they would just place them back on their necks as if they were building blocks and quickly recover.

But... what about this Antique Shop Manager?

He was like a tiger among a pack of wolves. Every time he swung the Scythe of Death, an attendant’s arm, leg, or head would be severed.

Once the attendants’ bodies were dismembered, they couldn’t recover at all.

Whether they were Living Souls or Corpse Ghosts, they were all supposed to be immortal and indestructible.

They couldn’t be completely destroyed, regardless of physical attacks or even bizarre Soul Attacks.

Even a super-counter to Soul Bodies like the Scythe of Death couldn’t kill a Living Soul.

But the Scythe of Death was, after all, the Scythe of Death.

It was the Divine Artifact used by the king who ruled Eternal Hell, the most terrifying Soul Body in the world—the Death God.

Even though the Living Souls weren’t killed, the suppressive power of the Death God prevented them from reassembling their bodies.

Like broken, discarded puppets, they lay scattered across the old medieval floorboards, their mouths still mechanically repeating:

"Go back, go back."

"No unauthorized personnel..."

Seeing Jiang Chaosheng fight like a Slaughter God incarnate, all the Taiping Daoists clamped their mouths shut, even quieting their breathing.

’He doesn’t care about our ’noble’ status, and his Combat Power is far beyond ours...’

’How did we ever dare to think of going to Antique Shop Zero to freeload?’

Now, they could only hope that Jiang Chaosheng was too busy fighting the octopus monster to notice them, huddled there like ostriches.

ROAR!!!

Seeing its "employees" beaten to such a state, the Sea Coachman let out a roar of absolute fury.

The roar seemed to leave a tangible trace in the air—it was piercing and reeked of brine and rot.

Jiang Chaosheng raised his right hand, the one holding the Scythe of Death, to cover one ear. With his left hand, he drew the Penalty Fire Flintlock Gun from his waist and pulled the trigger on the Sea Coachman.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

WHOOSH! WHOOSH! WHOOSH!

The breath of Divine Fire from Olympus Mountain formed into three bullets that pierced the air, shooting toward the Sea Coachman.

One had to admit Jiang Chaosheng had a talent for firearms; one of the crimson bullets was heading straight for the space between the Sea Coachman’s six eyes.

The Sea Coachman opened its disgusting, ugly maw and spat out a thick cloud of black mist.

The black mist was highly corrosive, enough to eat through any high-precision metal.

But it was useless against the Punishment Fire Bullets.

And so, it hit its mark.

ROAR!

The Sea Coachman grabbed its head in pain, letting out a series of agonized wails.

Jiang Chaosheng seized the opportunity, closing the distance quickly with the Scythe of Death in hand.

When the Sea Coachman raised its head, it saw the dilapidated blade of the Scythe of Death right before its eyes.

It reacted quickly, whipping out two octopus tentacles to wrap around the Scythe of Death.

The moment they touched the Scythe of Death, the Sea Coachman felt dizzy and disoriented, its soul being violently pulled by a strange, immense force.

The Sea Coachman couldn’t stop itself from falling to one knee. It threw its head back, its six eyes wide with fury, and let out a piercing roar at Jiang Chaosheng:

"ROAR!!"

Jiang Chaosheng frowned, feeling like he was about to go deaf.

He pointed the Penalty Fire Flintlock Gun at the Sea Coachman’s head at near point-blank range and, as if carrying out an execution, fired several more bullets.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Sprays of blood erupted from the Sea Coachman’s head.

The Sea Coachman was wounded, but the damage was clearly not fatal.

It frantically considered its strategy.

The train car was too cramped.

Against weaker opponents it could completely crush, the Sea Train was a veritable execution ground for its victims.

But for a powerful expert like Jiang Chaosheng, who possessed multiple Taboo Items, the Sea Train restricted its movements.

A strange psychic wave rippled out from the Sea Coachman.

The doors of all the train cars opened.

The five Taiping Daoists were overjoyed.

’The doors are open! That means we can get out of here.’

The Combat Power of both the Sea Coachman and the Antique Shop Manager had far exceeded their expectations.

They wanted to escape this place as quickly as possible and reconsider their plans.

...

「In the hard-seat car.」

The passengers cowered in their seats, covering their ears, their faces filled with terror.

They didn’t know what was happening at the front of the train.

Those successive roars made them afraid, made them despair.

They instinctively sensed that it was the sound of a predator at the top of the food chain... no, a predator that surpassed their own Life Level.

Just then, the train doors opened.

The very doors that had imprisoned them for days had now miraculously opened!

They were stunned at first, then their faces lit up with joyous surprise.

"The doors are open!"

"Let’s go, quick!"

The passengers surged toward the open train doors.

But outside was a vast, boundless ocean, and above, a torrential downpour.

The passengers stopped dead in their tracks.

Suddenly, someone saw a black shadow fly out from the front of the train.

After touching the seawater, the shadow transformed into a giant octopus with a thousand tentacles!

The octopus, the size of a locomotive, leaped up and stood suspended in mid-air.

"ROAR!!"

With a furious roar, it announced the arrival of the strongest being in the ocean.

A terrifying pressure instantly blanketed the entire sea!

The monster let out a piercing shriek:

"Come out! And fight!"