Wait, How Did My Digital Girlfriend Become a Sword Immortal?

Chapter 819: The Time of One Stick of Incense

..."Taotie?! You've revived? So quickly!"

Wu E stared at Muscle Tyrant, who had caught its sharp claws, his pupils contracting at the sight of the fearsome, awe-inspiring beast with demonic energy soaring to the heavens.

It had originally thought that for Taotie to completely reshape its body and return to its peak state would take at least three to five days.

Therefore, it wasn't worried at all. It figured even if Chen Huaian could block a few of its attacks, it wouldn't matter. It could slowly play with Chen Huaian to death, and perhaps even uncover the secrets on Chen Huaian's person — why could he display combat power comparable to the late-stage Feathered Transformation Realm while only at the Void Shattering stage? Why did he possess such exquisite sword techniques...

These sword techniques absolutely should not appear on Earth Star.

Furthermore, most of the exquisite cultivation techniques had actually been recalled to the Immortal Realm. Some of these techniques were things not even the immortals of the Immortal Realm could touch.

The strength Chen Huaian displayed made Wu E deeply suspicious of his identity.

However, before its plan could even be put into action, Taotie had already hatched one step ahead.

"Who do you think this great king is? Some mongrel with impure blood like you?

This great king is Taotie!"

Muscle Tyrant twisted his body, his thick tail lashing out sideways like a whip.

Wu E's claws were gripped by Muscle Tyrant, and under the control of that immense strength, it simply couldn't break free. It could only take the whip strike solidly, its body sent flying backward with a 'boom' as it crashed into the waves of the North Sea.

Muscle Tyrant looked down upon Wu E from above, filled with disdain for this creature with a crocodile head and bat wings.

If it weren't for the Celestial God Clan meddling, back in the primordial era, creatures like Wu E were the lowest, most despicable existence among demons.

Forget becoming an immortal, even as its food, Muscle Tyrant would find it too tough to chew.

However, under normal circumstances, it truly couldn't reshape its demonic body in such a short time. The main reason was that on the way tracking Wu E to the North Sea, Chen Huaian had given it a huge pile of treasures: Celestial-grade elixirs refined using the Qilin's pill formulas, the treasure Golden Lotus of Transformation, and many other pills whose names it couldn't even pronounce.

The moment it seized Taotie's physical shell, it had stuffed all these treasures into its mouth in one go, and the effects were exceptionally potent.

As the king of ancient Fierce Beasts, an existence on par with Chaos, truly reforging its demonic body should have consumed a vast amount of energy and time. Even going all out would have taken three to five days. It was the treasures and pills Chen Huaian gave it that accelerated this process.

"As expected, the Big Boss is the Big Boss!"

Muscle Tyrant glanced at Chen Huaian, who was sitting cross-legged nearby, and sighed in his heart once more.

"Even though I've already reforged my demonic body and recovered my strength, I still can't see through the Big Boss's methods.

No wonder the Big Boss was chosen by the Ancestral Dragon as the Dragon Soul inheritor..."

Just as he was pondering, the North Sea's waves surged monstrously. Wu E burst forth from the sea, its crimson eyes fixed intently on Taotie, filled with nothing but killing intent.

"Is your confidence derived from your reforged physical body?

How naive! You will never understand the gap between you and the Immortal Clan!

Without a physical body, I could kill you! With a physical body, I can still kill you!"

Before the words even faded, Wu E violently spread its wings.

A dark cyan hurricane rose from the sea surface, carrying a foul-smelling, ink-green poisonous mist. It became like a sky-reaching tornado, churning up the seawater for a hundred miles around and sending it cascading into the sky.

"Taste my 'Bone-Corroding Wind Poison'! Even if you are an ancient Fierce Beast, touching even a speck of it will corrode your bones and dissolve your soul!"

It shrieked, its wings shaking again, sending a thousand dark cyan wind blades shooting toward Muscle Tyrant like a torrential downpour.

The edge of each wind blade shimmered with the eerie light of the poisonous mist. Upon touching the sea surface, they caused the water to sizzle and bubble, instantly turning it dark brown.

Muscle Tyrant, however, showed not a shred of fear. His hind legs shattered the sea surface as he propelled his massive body forward like a fired cannonball, crashing directly into the hurricane.

His dark golden scales gleamed coldly within the poisonous mist. The poison, upon touching the scales, couldn't penetrate. Instead, it was burned away with a sizzling sound by the baleful energy on the scale surfaces.

"Is this all you've got? And you dare call it an Immortal Clan technique?" His massive maw opened wide, his jaws stretching exaggeratedly, and he actually bit directly toward the sky full of wind blades — those wind blades capable of shredding reefs, the moment they neared his mouth, were as if pulled by an invisible vortex, instantly disappearing into his throat without leaving even a trace of sound.

Before Wu E could react, Muscle Tyrant had already rushed before him. A paw the size of a cattail leaf fan clamped directly onto Wu E's neck.

Wu E shrieked in pain, its wings frantically beating against Muscle Tyrant's head. Dark cyan venom sprayed from the poison glands on its wingtips toward Muscle Tyrant's eyes.

Muscle Tyrant merely tilted his head slightly. His other paw grabbed Wu E's right wing and exerted tremendous force — with a *ripping* sound, more than half of Wu E's wing was torn off alive. Ink-green blood sprayed across the sea surface, instantly solidifying a patch of seawater into black, poisonous ice.

Yet, the next second, a cyan glow emanated from the wound on Wu E's severed wing. The broken wing bones regenerated at a speed visible to the naked eye, returning to their original state in the span of a few breaths.

"Useless! I am of the Immortal Clan! My body's regenerative power far surpasses that of you Fierce Beasts!"

Wu E sneered viciously. With a flap of its wings, the hurricane abruptly changed direction, enveloping Muscle Tyrant within it.

Countless wind blades scraped against Muscle Tyrant's scales. Although they couldn't breach his defense, they made it difficult for him to close the distance.

Irritated by the entanglement of the hurricane, Muscle Tyrant suddenly threw his head back. His massive maw aimed at the space before him and bit down viciously —

*Crack!*

A crisp shattering sound rang out!

Where there had been nothing but empty space, a jagged, saw-toothed crack appeared.

The surrounding hurricane was instantly sucked away in large part by the crack. Even half of Wu E's wing, grazed by the crack, had its wingtip vanish instantly, leaving behind only a smooth, flat cross-section.

Wu E retreated in shock, staring at the slowly healing spatial crack. Fear finally colored the depths of its eyes.

It was a Demon Immortal, yes, but it couldn't help but dread the devouring ability of the ancient Fierce Beast Taotie, an ability that seemed to disregard the rules.

Legends said that in the primordial era, Taotie could devour the heavens and earth.

If not for the intervention of the Celestial God Clan's His Lordship, they would have been no match for Taotie.

Although Taotie's current combat power wasn't even a thousandth of what it was countless reincarnations ago, his Divine Abilities remained. The essence of his devouring ability hadn't changed.

"How about this great king's bite?" Muscle Tyrant flicked his tail, smashing a crater dozens of *zhang* wide into the sea surface. "Today, I'll let you know the gap between a mongrel like you and us ancient Demon Race!" He pounced again, his claws aiming for Wu E's head, his massive maw targeting its poison glands, determined to swallow this annoying enemy in one bite.

Wu E, meanwhile, dodged with all its might, alternating between wind and poison attacks. Its wounds healed again and again, only to be torn open once more by Muscle Tyrant. Ink-green blood dyed the entire North Sea red. The hurricane and baleful energy collided on the sea surface, shaking the seabed reefs until they crumbled.

Just as the two beasts were locked in a stalemate, and the sea surface was about to be churned into chaos...

*Qiang—!*

A clear, cold Sword Intent suddenly rose from below.

At first, that Sword Intent was extremely faint, like a wisp of blue smoke. But in the blink of an eye, it swelled explosively.

Pale golden sword shadows flickered faintly in the void, wreathed in ethereal white mist. It actually seemed as if Immortal Qi was circulating within.

The Sword Intent soared skyward, piercing through Wu E's hurricane, overpowering Muscle Tyrant's baleful energy.

Even the churning, monstrous waves of the North Sea stilled at this moment.

The poisonous mist on the sea surface was swept away by the Sword Intent, vanishing without a trace in an instant.

Muscle Tyrant's paw stopped mid-air. Wu E's wings also froze in place.

Both beasts simultaneously turned their heads, looking toward Chen Huaian, who sat cross-legged at the center of the sea surface — a faint golden light enveloped his body, his eyes were tightly shut, but an extremely fine thread of Sword Qi wandered around his fingertip.

That soaring Sword Intent was emanating from within him.

Within the Sword Intent, there seemed to be illusory shadows of a thousand peaks vying for beauty, ten thousand rivers surging forth. It was clear and cold, yet carried an unquestionable majesty, as if only this sword shadow remained between heaven and earth, and even the sun, moon, and stars would dim in its presence.

Feeling the Sword Intent, Muscle Tyrant's dark golden scales involuntarily tightened. Even the ferocity of the Fierce Beast was suppressed by more than half. Wu E trembled all over, fine beads of cold sweat breaking out on its dark cyan skin — this Sword Intent was too terrifying, far surpassing any Immortal Clan Sword Cultivator it knew of. It felt as if just a single wisp could shred its very soul.

"This... what kind of Sword Intent is this again?" Wu E's voice trembled, feeling a chill run down its spine.

Muscle Tyrant stared in Chen Huaian's direction, his heart filled with nothing but awe:

"As expected, the Big Boss is the Big Boss... This level of sword majesty, I'm afraid even the Sword Immortals of antiquity were no more than this, right?"

The hurricane on the sea surface gradually subsided, leaving only that pale golden Sword Intent shooting straight into the clouds. It stirred the heaven and earth's Spiritual Energy across the entire North Sea, transforming it into streams of white airflow that slowly rotated around Chen Huaian. Amidst the ethereal Immortal Qi, it seemed as if faintly echoing immortal music could be heard resonating within the Sword Intent.

"Muscle Tyrant!" Chen Huaian, his eyes still closed, suddenly spoke.

"Buy This Venerable One the time of one stick of incense!"

He said calmly, "After one stick of incense, This Venerable One will send this wretched beast to hell!"

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