At this moment, Zhang Ye was stunned.
Before he could even figure out what was happening, Ji Mo had already thrown him flying.
Damn it, heartless!
If it weren't for his own Heavenly Master, he would have cursed out loud on the spot.
Wasn't this just feeding the Eight-Headed Serpent, sending him to his doom?
"Heart like clear ice, unshaken by calamity; steadfast amidst a thousand changes, serene and tranquil."
Ji Mo spoke, reciting a Daoist scripture, the "Ice Heart Art."
Zhang Ye felt as if he had been enlightened, instantly waking up. His panic dissipated, and his mind became clear.
As a favored son of heaven, his adaptability was naturally top-notch.
He immediately reacted correctly.
"Body encased in golden light, illuminating my form."
Zhang Ye immediately activated the Golden Light Spell, his entire body enveloped in a thick layer of golden energy.
Compared to his previous Golden Light Spell, this was several levels stronger.
"Slay gods? Ignorant and laughable."
Seeing food willingly delivered to its mouth, the Eight-Headed Serpent immediately opened its serpentine maw and bit down cruelly.
As its blood-red mouth opened and closed, the surrounding space was sealed by an inexplicable force, preventing anyone from escaping its jaws.
Zhang Ye's scalp tingled, and he was unable to move, believing he was doomed.
But peculiar runes flowed across his body, the empowerment from the Investiture of the Gods list allowing him to break free from the confinement and instantly regain his mobility.
Zhang Ye immediately employed the Yin Lightning technique from the Yin-Yang Lightning Arts. Dark lightning surged around his body, and in an instant, he vanished from his original spot, escaping the serpent's maw.
Simultaneously, he counterattacked with a Yang Lightning strike.
The lightning, as thick as a water vat, emitted a deafening roar and struck the Eight-Headed Serpent's body.
A wisp of smoke rose, the scales at the impact point cracked, and a faint trickle of blood emerged.
"Bastard!"
The Eight-Headed Serpent's pupils contracted, filled with immense rage.
Although such injuries were negligible to it, it was a god, and being wounded by a junior was a humiliation.
"Seeking death..."
All eight heads of the Eight-Headed Serpent glowed, exuding divine might like ten thousand mountains crushing down, distorting the very void.
It intended to disregard the rules and bully him with its cultivation.
When a god rages, heaven and earth lose their color!
At this moment.
Another divine might surged forth, confronting it.
Anubis made his move, circling behind the Eight-Headed Serpent and began to rummage.
Scales flew, and blood splattered, causing the Eight-Headed Serpent to yelp in pain.
"Anubis, do you truly intend to oppose me? You might not win in a fight to the death."
The Eight-Headed Serpent roared, filled with anger.
Anubis sneered, "Who wants to fight you to the death? You are merely a tool left by the master for the juniors to practice on. Adjust your attitude, and perhaps you can pass on more peacefully."
Knowing that Ji Mo intended to use the Eight-Headed Serpent for Zhang Ye's practice, Anubis understood his role was to be a "babysitter."
"Practice tool?"
Upon hearing this, the Eight-Headed Serpent was furious.
Who did they think they were looking down on?
No, wait, master?
Anubis actually recognized a human as his master? Was he insane?
It mocked, sneering sarcastically, "The dignified God of Funerals, recognizing this brat as his master, Anubis, you truly are something!"
Anubis felt no shame but pride, stating proudly, "As a god, knowing when to yield and when to advance is how one lives longer, understand? Look at you, with eight big heads, you understand nothing. Perhaps you've forgotten the ancient saying: those who offend China will never return!"
"You also know that's an ancient saying. Seas change, and time flows. This is no longer an era when China ruled the world."
The Eight-Headed Serpent was dismissive, turning its gaze to Ji Mo, "You can't possibly tell that this guy is only in his early twenties, barely out of his infancy. He's definitely not an ancient god."
As long as it confirmed Ji Mo wasn't an immortal, it had nothing to fear.
Zhang Ye shouted, "You ignorant beast, what do you know? My Heavenly Master never judges combat power by age. They are all capable of defeating gods while being weaker."
As he spoke, he unleashed continuous Yang Lightning strikes, bombarding it relentlessly.
"Pah, I'll kill you first, you stubborn little Daoist, and then I'll take care of this pretentious fellow."
The Eight-Headed Serpent no longer bothered with pleasantries. How dare they treat it as a tool? They all deserved to die.
It got serious, its eight heads dancing, unleashing torrents of energy like raindrops onto Zhang Ye, exploding continuously and tearing holes in the sky.
Zhang Ye narrowly dodged, transforming into lightning and fleeing in disarray.
"Heavenly Gang, the Heart. With the heart, one manipulates all Qi. Move Yang, and Yang responds; move Yin, and Yin responds. Circulate the Five Elements, constantly face the Emperor, control creation, invert Yin and Yang, and respond to circumstances. Solitary Yin does not give birth, solitary Yang does not grow. Yin and Yang combine, and all methods are born. This is the Way of Heaven."
Ji Mo spoke again, reciting another passage from Daoist classics.
Zhang Ye listened intently, feeling Ji Mo's words were like a great bell, thought-provoking and containing the profound principles of heaven and earth.
He was considered a rare genius of Longhu Mountain, with exceptional talent, familiar with many divine abilities and techniques of Longhu Mountain.
However, the Way of Yin and Yang was too profound, and he only had a superficial understanding. Now, after hearing Ji Mo's words, it was like reading ten thousand books.
"Yin and Yang combine, all methods are born! Thank you, Heavenly Master, for imparting the Dao. Disciple has comprehended!"
Zhang Ye experienced an epiphany, and a terrifying Yin-Yang aura emanated from him.
His left hand crackled with Yin Lightning, and his right hand blazed with Yang Lightning. They then merged, forming a massive Tai Chi symbol above his head.
Rumble!
In the night sky, dark clouds immediately rolled in, accompanied by flashes of lightning and thunder.
"Beast, die."
At this moment, Zhang Ye exuded the aura of a young Heavenly Master. He used the secret techniques of Longhu Mountain to mobilize the great power of heaven and earth to launch his attack.
His movements were like a phantom, constantly spinning, leaping, and shifting, evading the Eight-Headed Serpent's attacks. Simultaneously, countless heavenly lightning bolts, under his control, descended with the might of heaven and earth, striking the Eight-Headed Serpent.
With Ji Mo's backing and the empowerment of the Investiture of the Gods list, Zhang Ye was completely unleashed, treating the Eight-Headed Serpent as a moving target and practicing various techniques.
Anubis, standing nearby, dared not be negligent, constantly observing. If Zhang Ye was in danger, he would swiftly intervene to rescue him.
He felt immense admiration, thinking his master's methods were truly terrifying and unpredictable.
In such a short time, he had caused Zhang Ye's combat power to change dramatically. If he were to teach him for another year or half, Zhang Ye might truly be able to slay gods!
Currently, the Investiture of the Gods list only had two names. If all the slots were filled and these talented individuals were properly nurtured.
Wouldn't that mean his master had the ability to create a large number of experts comparable to gods!
"Damn it, damn it."
The Eight-Headed Serpent was covered in blood, suffering immensely.
It had never felt so wronged.
It lacked the confidence to attack Anubis, and Zhang Ye was as slippery as an eel, impossible to pin down.
Therefore, it shifted its gaze to Ji Mo, its pupils filled with boundless killing intent.
Ji Mo watched with great interest, his eyes fixed on Zhang Ye as he displayed various techniques of Longhu Mountain, secretly learning quite a bit.
Well, the Golden Light Spell was good. If it suddenly flashed, it would surely blind the enemy's dog eyes.
The Yin-Yang Lightning Arts were also formidable, with both offense and movement, perfect for ambushing others.
And this talisman technique was very interesting, unpredictable, though it did waste some paper.
Ji Mo benefited greatly, learning many good things, a huge profit.
Thus, he couldn't help but grin foolishly.
"Laughing at me, he's laughing at me. This brat must be mocking me."
The Eight-Headed Serpent was enraged, roaring at the sky.
What did the ancient Chinese saying go? A gentleman can bear it, but a lady cannot.
Damn it, I'll kill this bastard.
The Eight-Headed Serpent ignored Anubis and Zhang Ye, grinning menacingly as it swooped down towards Ji Mo.
Ji Mo's expression changed, and he shouted to stop it, "Hey, don't come over here. I can't control myself..."