Chapter 423: The Young Man Who Stole My Kill! Immortal?! Death Reset?!

Zhang Wei felt as though every drop of blood in his body had frozen solid as a terrifying, unknown force was taking control of him. His face burned with searing pain, and his consciousness began to blur.

“Shit!”

What the hell is this thing?!

Zhang Wei struggled desperately to regain control of his own body. With the last of his strength, he pulled a yellow talisman from his robes and slapped it against the chest of the grotesque woman.

Instantly, the rate at which his face was being torn off slowed down, and his mind began to clear again.

It’s working!

A flicker of hope rose in Zhang Wei’s heart, but his shock soon grew. That talisman capable of subduing ghosts and annihilating demons hadn’t managed to free him from this hideous creature.

Teeth gritted, Zhang Wei pulled out another charm, one that shimmered faintly with spiritual light. It was a Palm Thunder Talisman with its characters drawn in red cinnabar, inscribed with the divine script of the Thunder Division.

BOOM!

A deep, thunderous crack echoed through the air as the talisman detonated against the faceless woman’s body.

Lightning arts was the purest yang under heaven, and it restrained all evil spirits and ghostly beings.

But to Zhang Wei’s horror, the woman merely staggered slightly, not only unscathed, but now radiating a far more feral, murderous aura. An ominous, death qi poured out of her body and crept toward him, invading his limbs, seeping into his core.

Zhang Wei suddenly realized that the spiritual power within him had been completely suppressed by some unknown force!

A wave of despair washed over him; cold fear gripped his chest.

Then he saw it: on the faceless woman’s blank visage, his own face was beginning to appear. The features weren’t yet fully formed, but the process had started, from the ears and jawline, slowly spreading toward the center.

Zhang Wei knew that he would be dead once her transformation was completed, and bitter regret filled his heart. If only he’d unleashed his spells from a distance instead of approaching her, he wouldn’t be in this hopeless situation.

A crushing sense of helplessness swallowed him whole, and his consciousness began to fade into darkness. Then, suddenly...

BOOM! BOOM!

A thunderous impact echoed nearby.

Li Yanchu had made his move! His fist slammed into the faceless woman’s torso, his powerful martial blood and qi erupting from his body like fire.

The sheer force of that strike sent the eerie creature hurtling backward, her form twisting violently in midair.

He hadn’t formed any kind of possession-like link with the faceless woman, and since he was acting purely through external force, it was relatively easier to handle.

That single punch shook the very ground, a blow that could truly be called earth-shattering.

Meanwhile, Zhang Wei hurriedly touched his face, and to his delight, it was still there. He let out a long breath of relief as his spiritual power began to circulate again.

When he looked up, he saw a young, handsome Daoist standing before him with an ancient, simple long saber hanging at his waist.

Zhang Wei narrowed his eyes slightly.

Finally, a man whose looks might actually threaten mine!

Li Yanchu’s eyes gleamed faintly. The strange faceless woman’s power to steal people’s faces had piqued his curiosity, and he was quietly observing her.

But Zhang Wei, still burning with rage, couldn’t hold back any longer. He pulled a Taiji diagram talisman from his robes, eyes full of murderous intent.

“Damn you! You still want my face?! I’ll blow you up to hell, you freak! Heaven and earth without bounds, true law of the Daoist heart, exorcize the evil!”

The Taiji diagram caught the wind and expanded to three or four meters wide. From its center, a cyan longsword shot forth, radiating a razor-sharp sword aura.

Whoosh!

The sword pierced straight through the faceless woman and nailed her to the ground. With a deafening boom, the cyan sword exploded, and the faceless woman’s body shattered to pieces along with it.

Li Yanchu turned around, startled.

What the... this kid just stole my kill!

He hadn’t expected that this young man, who moments ago had been completely overwhelmed, would suddenly pull out such a powerful magical artifact as his trump card.

“Damn monster! You dare go after

my

face? Do you have any idea how much effort it takes to keep this face looking this good?!” Zhang Wei cursed furiously, then turned and cupped his hands toward Li Yanchu. “Thank you, Daoist master, for saving my life! I’ll never forget your kindness!”

However, Li Yanchu had a conflicted look. Since the day he’d begun cultivating, this was the first time someone had ever stolen his kill.

Zhang Wei, seeing that the young Daoist didn’t respond, didn’t think much of it; after all, the man had saved his life. But he failed to notice that the shattered remains of the faceless woman had begun to flow like water, rippling and converging again on the ground.

Before long, a new figure slowly took shape. The figure had a slender waist, long legs, smooth skin like jade, and once again, that terrifying featureless face. The sight made Li Yanchu frown slightly.

Such a strange ability!

The next instant, the faceless woman appeared right in front of Zhang Wei again, and a chill went down Zhang Wei’s spine.

This woman just won’t quit!

Clang!

A dragon’s roar rang out as Li Yanchu’s Jiaoslayer was drawn from its sheath. He struck down with a single, forceful slash that cleaved into the faceless woman’s body. Though the blow didn’t completely obliterate her, this time, the faceless woman did not rise again. Her head and body kept twitching, trying to fuse back together, but it was useless.

The Jiaoslayer specialized in cutting down creatures with those flashy regeneration tricks. And now, after nine enhancements, that power had been greatly enhanced.

Zhang Wei still felt a lingering fear in his heart, so the next second, two rays of divine light shot out from the Taiji diagram in his hands, crossing in midair and landing squarely on the faceless woman.

Boom!

Another thunderous explosion echoed through the air.

This young man really doesn’t know when to stop,

Li Yanchu thought to himself.

But only about three seconds later, the faceless woman’s shattered body once again began to reassemble itself. This time, though, she was holding her own head in her arms, unable to put it back on.

“Damn it! What the hell

is

this thing?!” Zhang Wei cursed, his face turning pale. “Why won’t it die!?”

At that moment, the faceless woman appeared before him once again, still clutching her severed head in both hands and still trying to tear off Zhang Wei’s face.

“Shit!” Zhang Wei leapt back.

But it was as if she had marked him somehow. No matter how far he retreated, the faceless woman clung to him like a shadow.

Even worse, that eerie force once again suppressed his spiritual power. A strange connection began to form between their faces, and his own features started appearing on hers.

Only this time, the faceless woman held that ghastly head covered with half of Zhang Wei’s skin, making her look even more sinister and terrifying.

Li Yanchu didn’t move this time. This young man liked stealing kills far too much.

He walked forward and noticed something curious: the faceless woman wasn’t attacking him at all. She moved like an automaton, locked onto Zhang Wei as if following a preset target. All the demons, ghosts, corpses, and evil cultivators he’d faced before had never behaved like this.

By now, the faceless woman’s face was half-covered with Zhang Wei’s own. When he saw this, Li Yanchu’s curiosity deepened; he actually wanted to see what would happen if she fully took Zhang Wei’s face.

But standing by idly wasn’t his style. So, he drew back his fist and struck again with a thunderous punch!