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Immortality Starts With A Gun [Xianxia]
141 ~ Infernal Sun Bloodline (5)

141 ~ Infernal Sun Bloodline (5)

When Liu Xing saw a severed head clinging to Prince Yang Jinyan's neck, his first instinct was to summon his shield and kick it as hard as he could. He accelerated until he was right beside the prince. In a move as fast as lighting. He released the stone blade from his right hand, balled his fist, and punched the head with all his might. Prince Yang Jinyan shouted, his voice gurgling as the punch sent the head flying.

"What the hell? Where did that head come from?" Liu Xing said.

The fight against the former emperor had blindsided him, which was understandable since the former emperor, even after death, was incredibly strong and durable. The fact that an abomination head had snuck past the Yang clan, including Yang Hongyin, and attacked Prince Yang Jinyan spoke volumes about its stealth.

Liu Xing shouted for Yang Suyin, who arrived swiftly and immediately began stuffing pills into the prince's mouth as he lay on the ground.

Prince Yang Jinyan was gushing blood like a red geyser, his robe soaked, a pool forming around him. The wound was severe; half his neck was gone. Blood blocked his throat and flooded his lungs, causing him to cough uncontrollably. A warm blue glow enveloped his neck as Yang Suyin slapped talismans on his body, shoved more pills into his mouth, and even tore flesh from his own thigh to wrap around the prince's neck to aid in his recovery.

Seeing this, Liu Xing had no doubt the prince would recover. The question was how long it would take and whether Prince Yang Jinyan could still fight effectively afterward. After all, almost all his attacks involved blowing fireballs.

A loud sound reverberated through the air, and Liu Xing snapped his gaze toward Lihuo.

“Come!” Lihuo shouted, and the head that Liu Xing had punched bounced like a rubber ball and launched itself into Lihuo’s hand. Liu Xing realised that the head emitting the red aura belonged to the former emperor himself. He'd assumed that the unaltered body of the former emperor meant that it was just an animated corpse. He'd been wrong. Clearly, the head was controlling the body from a distance.

Lihuo's eyes twitched, bursting with yellow liquid. He then stuffed the head in his right hand—the Elder's head—into his mouth and ate it as if it were a mere bun, tossing the rest aside. He placed his right hand in front of the former Emperor's head, which then spat a mouthful of meat—Prince Yang Jinyan's throat—into his palm.

“Haha! With this, my preparation is complete!” Lihuo shouted.

Liu Xing gritted his teeth. So, his purpose in this fight was to collect Prince Yang Jinyan’s body parts?

“Lihuo, you bastard!”

Liu Xing turned to see Prince Yang Jinyan sitting up, blood still gushing from his throat. He glared at Lihuo with hatred. "How despicable of you to defile our father like this?!"

"It's a small price to pay for my greatness!" Lihuo smirked. "Did you know that our family has a hidden bloodline, one that lies dormant and cannot be awakened by effort or talent alone? Do you want to know why? Because its only function is to host other bloodlines! Isn't that incredible? A bloodline that can only host others is useless on its own, but if you fill it with many, it becomes the ultimate bloodline!" His face contorted with rage. "And it went dormant because of that idiot, the Second Emperor. He diluted our bloodline with fire affinity until there was almost no trace of it! Fortunately, I have a strong trace of the bloodline, and with Wei Yi's help, and you and Father's... donations, I will become immortal and possess everything in this world! I will become the ultimate being after awakening my Infernal Sun bloodline!"

Upon hearing Lihuo's explanation, Liu Xing pressed his lips together. A bloodline that could host other bloodlines was a crazy and valuable concept, which made Lihuo's actions more understandable. Liu Xing knew without a doubt that many cultivators would do the same as Lihuo to secure such a bloodline. His mind began to wonder if this bloodline really existed. If so, was it really that strong? What were the disadvantages of this bloodline? How could someone dilute this bloodline? How could this dormant bloodline be awakened?

But Liu Xing knew that these questions were useless right now. The only thing that mattered was that this snail-faced man wanted to awaken this bloodline, and Liu Xing wouldn't let him.

"Prince, I'm sorry," Liu Xing said, his eyes laser-focused on Lihuo, "but I think I have to be the one to kill him."

He wanted to let Prince Yang Jinyan take his own revenge. He deserved it. But in the prince's current state, it would be foolishly stubborn to let him face Lihuo. He hadn't forgotten about the huge ball of flesh floating in the sky, Elder Yang Zhaoyan below, or Wei Yi either. Time was of the essence.

The prince coughed again, gritting his teeth. “Alright, do what you must.”

Liu Xing nodded. “Yang Hongyin, support me. Yang Suyin and the rest, be careful.”

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Yang Hongyin nodded, while Yang Suyin replied, "Alright."

The snail-faced Lihuo smirked. "You think you can defeat me? Did you forget you couldn't even kill my father?"

As he said this, a loud boom echoed, and Liu Xing turned to see the former emperor's body rocket through the air with a whistling sound. He landed roughly beside Lihuo, causing the jellyfish they stood on to topple like a small balloon hit by a punch before righting itself. The emperor's body turned, and his muscular hands grabbed the head in Lihuo's left hand like a man grabbing a helmet. He placed it atop his torn neck, twisted it slightly, and muscles like worms locked the head into place. Now, the former emperor had a head again. The red light around him intensified, and a wild, battle-ready smile spread across his face.

Beside him, Lihuo also began his preparations. He moved behind the three-headed Sun Refining abomination and, with a lazy vertical swing, split it in two. He ate the flesh from Prince Yang Jinyan’s neck, causing the qi around him to surge like a tornado about to rampage, then the two halves of the abomination merged with him as if they were not flesh but wearable armor.

"You're all dead! Dead!" Lihuo exclaimed, cackling madly. Merging with the Sun Refining abomination had made him as large as the emperor, his body covered in exposed red muscles. The branch with eyes on his head grew longer, reaching a meter in height and the eyes tripling in size.

Seeing his enemies, Liu Xing licked his lips. The difficulty of this fight had suddenly increased. Still, Liu Xing believed they had a chance to win. They outnumbered the enemy three to one. True, two enemies were at the Sun Refining realm, but they had Yang Hongyin with her Twelve Sun Armor, and Liu Xing with his gun, his stone blade, the Ethereal Pearl brimming with potent qi, and the treasures he wore.

"Let's begin the massacre!" Lihuo said, opening his mouth to reveal a tongue as dark as night. A ball of yellow qi materialized in front of his mouth, and he shot it forward. The sound it made as it moved through the air was like an eagle’s cry.

Liu Xing aimed his floating gun at the yellow ball, channeled a small amount of qi, and fired a standard variant bullet. The almost transparent bullet whistled quietly through the air and hit the yellow ball mid-flight, triggering an explosion that expanded like a yellow dome, bathing the world in yellow light. Liu Xing opened his eyes wide, his mind sharp as a knife, tracing the shadows of the enemies. He charged his stone blade with as much qi as possible and sent a huge crescent of purple qi flying horizontally, slicing the yellow dome in two.

A condensed yellow beam of qi, like a laser, came out of Lihuo's mouth and struck the purple crescent attack and shattered it into thousands of pieces.

“Incoming!” Prince Yang Jinyan shouted, and Liu Xing looked at the former emperor next to Lihou. His body was now bathed in a fluctuating, almost black light. Then, with a small jump, he disappeared. For a moment, Liu Xing thought he had simply turned invisible, but less than a second later, Liu Xing saw a fist shrouded in blackish light less than ten centimeters away. The punch was so fast that Liu Xing's mind almost couldn't keep up, but his instinct took over and he summoned a shield in front of his face. The fist hit the shield, the shield slammed into Liu Xing's face, rattling his brain, and it also threw Liu Xing back, creating space between him and the former emperor.

“Don't let him get too far from you, Liu Xing! The farther he is, the faster he is!” Prince Yang Jinyan shouted hoarsely.

Liu Xing gritted his teeth, rotated his body in the air, dismissed, and resummoned his shield. He kicked the shield to propel himself toward the emperor, stone blade in his right hand, lightning blade in his left. He didn’t fully understand what the prince had said, but it was probably about the emperor's technique.

He slashed both blades like scissors, trying to cut the enemy in two, but the former emperor stopped the attacks with his hands. Liu Xing shot Exploding Fist bullets packed with potent qi at the emperor's face, throwing him back several meters.

Finding a brief respite, Liu Xing looked around. Yang Hongyin was battling Lihuo in the air, a bird made of fire with twelve heads encased her, each head attacking with a different technique. Yang Suyin led the group attacking the jellyfish dotted with human heads, with Prince Yang Jinyan using talismans to raise earth towers and platforms to manipulate the battlefield.

He wanted to help them, but that would be impossible while the former emperor was still alive. He needed to find a way to kill him.

The black light surrounding the emperor fluctuated more violently, and Liu Xing kicked the ground, launching himself at the emperor. The emperor vanished again and reappeared directly above him, rotating to kick his back.

Liu Xing used his shield to maneuver to the side; the emperor’s kick hit the ground, and the earth surged like water struck by a giant boulder. Seeing this, Liu Xing charged his stone blade with as much qi as possible, encasing it in stable qi, and shot six lightning bullets at the emperor. The bullets caged the former emperor in lightning as thick as ropes, and Liu Xing kicked the ground, arriving before him and swinging his blade diagonally with all his might.

His slash landed, creating a long, shallow gash from the emperor’s left shoulder to the right of his belly. Liu Xing changed the trajectory of his blade and slashed upward, tracing the wound again. Then, before the electricity that paralyzed the emperor could recede, he unleashed another slashing attack. These three slashes, targeting the same wound, had created a deep gash, and he realized the deeper the wound, the easier it was to slash, which was useful information.

The electricity surrounding the emperor finally dissipated, and he unleashed a punch enveloped in fluctuating black light. Liu Xing dodged to the side; the punch caused the air to explode and throw him a considerable distance away from the emperor. The emperor then opened his mouth wide, materializing a ball of black fire and blowing it at Liu Xing. Liu Xing's gun fired an Exploding Fist bullet, hitting it in mid-air and detonating it. The explosion was deafening, accompanied by a shock wave that hit him like a powerful punch and threw him far back until his back hit a wall.

As the explosion subsided, Liu Xing's eyes followed the emperor. He still didn't fully understand what the prince had meant, but he knew that he was now too far away from the emperor.

The emperor kicked the ground and jumped at him but, instead of moving through the air, he suddenly appeared right beside him. The air exploded as the former emperor arrived, his fist coming straight at Liu Xing's face. This time, his speed was greater than before, and before Liu Xing could summon his shield, the emperor’s punch landed on his face.