Ethereal World: Vicious Cannon Fodder's Immortality Road - Chapter 790

Chapter 790: Shenlian Sheshan Vs.

Xiong Zi Ying – The Battle of the Strong Chapter 790: Shenlian Sheshan Vs.

Xiong Zi Ying – The Battle of the Strong For reasons unbeknownst to her, day turned to night as the moon ascended into the firmament, casting a silvery glow that pierced the darkness enveloping the Yellow Planet.

Xiong Zi Ying stirred slightly, his form vanishing amid a transformation that overtook the surrounding landscape.

Luminescent flowers opened in the twilight, their ethereal luminescence brightening the night.

Some blooms dripped with iridescent dew that sparkled like precious gems, attracting creatures from far and wide.

Vines twisted and spiraled, forming living barriers and enchanting arches that wove through the air, while flora burst forth from cliffs and craggy rocks.

The air was laden with enticing fragrances-orchid, jasmine, lavender, sunflower, tulips, and wild roses-mingling with the rich aroma of damp earth.

Bees, butterflies, and mystical beings danced amongst the blossoms, each pollination a delicate exchange of magic that nurtured the cycle of life.

The rustling of leaves, the humming of wings, and the soft murmuring of petals brushed by the breeze combined into a gentle symphony, celebrating the harmony of existence.

Raindrops fell steadily, soaking the vibrant flowers and plants, making them appear even more alive, as if they inhaled the rain.

Though the scene exuded magic, dreaminess, and tranquility, an undercurrent of hidden energy coursed through these beautiful forms, sending shivers down the spines of those who lingered too long.

Often it was not the lurking threat of a wild beast that instilled fear; rather, it was the allure of these delicate, gentle things that could ensnare one into peril in the blink of an eye, more so than any ferocious creature or things.

Xiong Zi Ying stood amidst the blooming flora, a figure of both charm and terror, like a deity of flowers-simultaneously captivating yet seemingly unreachable.

Shenlian Sheshan narrowed his eyes, instinctively wary of the dangerous beauty surrounding him.

He grasped Shenlian Yingyue’s wrist tightly, pulling her closer for safety.

It was her first glimpse into the formidable power of one born with the Legendary Spiritual Root of Flower.

“Xiao Yue’er, you need to find a safe spot to conceal yourself; I’ll take care of him,” Shenlian Sheshan instructed, his voice firm.

Without waiting for her reply, he sprang into action.

The two men clashed, and she watched the display of strength with wide eyes.

Though she yearned to interject, she recognized her own limitations and knew she couldn’t halt their confrontation.

Struggling slightly, she moved to find a place to rest, swallowing healing pills and sipping on Spiritual Water to mend her internal wounds.

Her gaze remained fixed on the battleground, all the while being acutely aware of her surroundings.

Shenlian Sheshan wielded an unparalleled power, the purple fire, which radiated immense strength far surpassing her own flames.

It was a force to be reckoned with, leaving her jaw clenched in awe as she witnessed the spectacular display of abilities unleashed by both sides.

The essence of certain blossoms that Xiong Zi Ying induced hallucinations, distorting reality and confusing foes, which allowed for clever diversions.

She had been unaware that the pure lotus could release a toxic mist, while the water lily and sunflower had capabilities that triggered visions.

The petals and seeds of daisies, peonies, and other plants conjured by Xiong Zi Ying morphed into explosive magical projectiles that erupted on contact, dispersing clouds of poison in their wake.

Yet, the lotus purple flames conjured by Shenlian Sheshan burned away the toxins and effects of these enchanted flowers with fierce intensity.

Water lilies unleashed sharp, piercing streams of water capable of penetrating even the strongest diamonds, but against the purple flames, they evaporated into harmless smoke.

She watched in awe, marveling at how her master could manipulate seemingly delicate blooms into deadly weapons against her uncle.

The thought of her uncle’s purple fire transforming into a vast sea of flames capable of even vaporizing water was mind-boggling.

Fire that could consume water-how could such a phenomenon exist?

She had only ever heard of flames melting ice, but now she witnessed this surreal reality of fire overcoming water, a notion her mind struggled to grasp.

What should have dissipated harmlessly as smoke took on new form, morphing into a mystical vine that shot directly towards Shenlian Sheshan.

Neither Xiong Zi Ying nor Shenlian Sheshan was willing to back down; their powers were equally matched in strength and resolve.

She tightened her frown.

Unsure of how to proceed, she desperately wished to prevent a conflict.

As the war between humans and demons raged on this planet, she hoped that neither side would provoke the demons with their skirmishes here.

“Uncle Shan, Master, can you both please stop fighting for just a moment?

I have something important to share,” Shenlian Yingyue’s voice, though recovering from her injury, edged on desperation.

She scanned the scene, her heart sinking as both men, consumed by their rage, continued to clash, seemingly oblivious to her presence.

Their combat paused only for an instant, a fleeting acknowledgment of her plea before they dove back into the fray, treating her words as if they were nothing more than the wind passing by.

Frustration bubbled within her.

She had found a thread of insight, something that might illuminate the shadows clouding their history, yet they were too blinded by their conflict to hear her.

The tension was palpable, as if secrets hung in the air like a thick fog, and she felt determined to cut through it.

From her observations, it was evident her uncle’s shock was genuine.

His countenance reflected disbelief when her master and his elder brother confronted him about their family’s past, particularly when they questioned him, ‘Don’t you feel ashamed to wear a smile as if nothing happened, given everything you and your kin have done to the Xiong clan?’ The surprise he displayed was not feigned; it seemed he was unaware of the extent of the Xiong clan’s downfall or his role in it.

On the contrary, her master was fully conscious of the family’s dark legacy and the ignoble acts committed that had led them to this moment of chaos.

Something felt deeply amiss.

Yet, despite her urgency, none were inclined to lend her an ear.

Xiong Zi Ying and Xiong Yi Chen were consumed by the flames of animosity and resentment, unable to absorb anything but their own vendetta at that moment.

The prospect of dialogue was extinguished by their fervor for retribution.

And Shenlian Sheshan, standing firm, was caught in the blaze of unearned accusation.

His inquiry into the clan had come from a place of curiosity, yet it had sparked an explosion of hostility from the Xiong descendants, who sought not understanding but vengeance.  He could never allow their unjust wish to be fulfilled; he had never faced this level of disrespect before, and he would fight to rectify it.