God Slayer Chronicles 46 Destroying One's Meridians

But to do this, he first needed to obtain the resources, through strength none the less. Even if the Spirit Sword Sect provided them for contribution points, it's not like he could obtain them like water from a river.

No, first came the Undying Slayer Technique. It would provide the power necessary to carve his way through the legions of enemies he will soon have.

"Unfortunately, this is going to hurt." Sha Ku gave off a small smirk.

Obtaining an Undying Body was in rationality a sin against the heavens themselves, if one were to cultivate it to a high enough level a pract.i.tioner would be able to rebirth themselves from a single cell of their body.

Sha Ku couldn't help shaking his head, knowing how frustrating people like this were to kill. After he awoke for the first time, on his way to the infernal h.e.l.l which Duman resided, he had murdered an incredibly powerful pract.i.tioner that practised an Undying Technique.

The confusion hit Sha Ku like a celestial hammer at the time; he was unable to make hide or tale of it. The only conclusion that he could come to was that an extraordinary genius managed to obtain the corpse of one of his clansmen and from his natural undying body he must have devised a method to create his own.

Of course, an Undying Body isn't easy to cultivate; even the Heavenly Tear Race would express great pain when their body underwent an evolution in power.

Taking a deep breath, Sha Ku clenched his fists, crossed his legs and pressed his knuckles together from a meditative position.

Sitting there, his body became deathly silent, only the feistiest sounds of his breathing emerged. A small warmth from his nose, hardly enough to tell he was still alive.

Sha Ku's current focus was inside his body.

There were nine major meridians in the body, at the current time in Sha Ku's body they were all expanding, twisting, like the gaping maw of a colossal beast trying to swallow its prey.

Soon blood started to leak from the surface in all the meridians, nine spots throughout his body; each began to drip with blood like pools, the red water overflowing.

Sha Ku's calm body started to shake, his fists grinding against each other, his gentle eyes began to twitch, rapidly opening and closing, giving off flashes of a pair of bloodshot red eyes.

His breathing became heavy, the sound in his throat started to rattle, like a dying dog.

With every breath started to bring blood out with it, slowly the crimson syrup started to trickle out of the boy's lips.

A smile formed on his blood covered face, c.o.c.ky and bold, yet rooted in pain, "Now, for the plunge."

"Kid! What are you doing?!" A voice in his head suddenly screamed as Yan Huang awoke from the disturbance in Sha Ku's life force, making him shocked and in a state of horror!

"You're destroying your meridians, are you mad! Do you want to be a cripple for life?!"

"Hahaha!" Sha Ku cackled like a madman, blood pouring from every single orifice.

Pop!

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Pop!

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Pop!

Pop!

A series of nine pops emerged throughout Sha Ku's body, blood spurted out like a hose in all directions, coating the charred black room in a deep red, dripping down the walls, and running onto the floor.

Bang!

Sha Ku collapsed onto the ground!

A spirit like presence coated in Gold emerged from his ring. It was a middle-aged man, bold and bearded.

Immediately it started to shout, "Sha Ku! Wake up, you fool!"

"Wake up!"

The voice was booming and loud. Suddenly a knock came from the outside door, a voice upset and hurt, seeking revenge!

"Sha Ku! Get your a.s.s out here! You didn't compete for your spot."

A tremendous thump was heard, sounding from the courtyard. A terrifying scream shook the air; it was Song Yi's voice.

Quickly Yan Huang peered through the hole-window, looking down towards the courtyard.

Needless to say, what he saw was disgusting. Song Ping stood there, proud and prim. His hand raised, his foot pinning the weak Song Yi, blood pouring from his mouth.

Song Ping's hand which was held high in the air had a small pink thing hanging from it…

"My mongrel brother couldn't keep his mouth shut. That won't be a problem anymore." He said a smirk emerged on his haughty and smug face.

Song Ping threw the chopped off appendage on the ground like it was nothing. Taking out a small handkerchief, wiping his hands clean.

At this moment, Song Yi tried to sit up, struggling against the tyrant of a brother that was Song Ping.

"Oh, you want to help?" Song Ping scoffed, lifting Song Yi by the collar.

"You can help." He smirked, punching him in the gut, tossing him up in the air and sending a devastating side kick towards him in the air!

Crunch!

The sound of Song Yi's ribs cracking resounded in everyone's teeth, they all looked on with horror, unable to contain their reactions.

Song Yi, on the other hand, flew through the air, like a wrecking ball aimed at Sha Ku's doorway.

Huang Yun rushed over, trying to brace the door in his ethereal form pathetically. One word came out of his panicked lips.

"f.u.c.k"