Chapter Thirty-Two: Mom, Come Quick, Someone Is Bullying Me

At the critical moment, Wen Hui arrived, but barely in time—she was still a fraction too late. The Hurricane Spiral Lance’s range was insufficient, and it managed to block only part of the black spears. The remaining spears continued their deadly trajectory toward Zhuang Xiaoyuan.

“Taiji Cloud Hands.” The Taiji boxing used by an itinerant immortal differed fundamentally from that of a martial artist. Martial artists needed physical contact to redirect force, but an immortal could directly employ true essence to create a Taiji field, dissipating attacks without touch.

As the black-and-white Taiji diagram materialized, the remaining spears were instantly repelled upon contact, sent flying away without harming Zhuang Xiaoyuan. Yet, the forceful use of Taiji Cloud Hands aggravated her internal injuries. The manifestation of Huang Xiaoyan’s divine transformation flickered, nearly vanishing altogether; the limits were approaching.

“Heh, consider yourselves lucky. I only came to scout the hidden combat power in this city. Look forward to the grand feast to come. For now, I’ll take my leave.” Seeing his attack fail to injure Zhuang Xiaoyuan, and the three surrounding warriors readying their counterattack, the Evil God Little Wang sneered with disdain, running his hand through the air.

Though his words belittled the three divine-armored warriors, Evil God Little Wang would hardly fare well in a direct confrontation. Now possessing intelligence equal to humanity, he would never foolishly engage them head-on.

With a swift gesture, five spatial rifts tore open in the air, each close but distinctly separated.

A chorus of demonic howls erupted as battle-chariot class fiends crawled out from each rift—two per fissure. The cracks slowly closed, and when they had vanished, ten battle-chariot demons encircled Evil God Little Wang.

Immediately upon their appearance, the demons charged the three warriors. While the divine-armored fighters engaged the monsters, Evil God Little Wang quietly retreated, intending to escape. His identity exposed, he could not linger in the city; to stay would spell real danger. Yet, he had learned nearly all he needed. It was time to begin the true war.

The divine-armored warriors noticed Evil God Little Wang’s movements, but entangled by the battle-chariot demons, they were powerless to stop his departure. Truthfully, for these three, such monsters could be dispatched in a blow or two, but their numbers made things chaotic, leaving no chance to pursue Evil God Little Wang.

“Who are you? Why do you want to kill me?” Zhuang Xiaoyuan, frustrated, pressed her lips together and shouted at the fleeing figure.

“Remember this: my human name is Wang Zhishen. I am the one destined to kill you—if you’re lucky enough to survive the coming feast.” Evil God Little Wang’s voice drifted back, distant and cold. Clearly, he had discovered something about Zhuang Xiaoyuan, prompting his relentless desire to eliminate her.

“Heh.” Hearing his answer, a sly smile curled at Zhuang Xiaoyuan’s lips.

“Destined to kill me, is it? Looks like you’ll fail for now.” She activated the nebula vortex within her, the source of her divine power, drawing threads of energy to stabilize her wounds, especially focusing on her injured organs.

As divine power surged in, her flickering form at last stabilized, becoming corporeal once more. Fearing Evil God Little Wang might escape too far, she wasted no time, channeling the remaining divine power into her sword fingers on her left hand. With that surge, she gently touched the green gourd hair ornament atop her head.

Strangely, the green gourd sprouted eyes and a mouth, and, under Wen Hui’s stunned gaze, cried out, “Mama!”

“Xiaoyuan, your gourd just called you ‘Mama’!” Wen Hui was truly shocked; she had never seen a gourd grow eyes and a mouth, let alone speak. Wasn’t it said that since the founding of the nation, spirits could no longer become true demons? Surely this wasn’t a gourd spirit…

As the little gourd called for its mother, a gigantic red gourd appeared on Zhuang Xiaoyuan’s back, larger even than she herself.

“This… Is this the little gourd’s mother? It really appeared. Xiaoyuan, what is this? It looks so impressive!” Wen Hui’s eyes sparkled, filled with curiosity and excitement.

“Aren’t you the tsundere girl? If you drop your tsundere act, your popularity will plummet, you know.” Zhuang Xiaoyuan, balancing the giant red gourd, leapt onto a nearby rooftop, joking as she went. She truly knew how to find humor in hardship; though her internal injuries still ached, she found the energy to jest.

“Tsundere yourself! You’re the tsundere here!” Wen Hui rolled her eyes at Zhuang Xiaoyuan, keeping her gaze fixed on the red gourd, eager to see what else it might transform into.

With no more idle chatter, Zhuang Xiaoyuan prepared to retaliate. She had been thrust into danger time and again, and she’d had enough. If she didn’t strike back, she would no longer be the Little Tyrant of South Street.

Drawing a deep breath, she summoned her divine power, channeling what remained to her throat. “Wang… Zhi… Shen, Wang… Zhi… Shen…” she called.

As Zhuang Xiaoyuan spoke, Wang Zhishen’s name resonated, amplified by divine power, echoing far and wide. Her voice spread from South Street, then across half the city, finally reaching the wilderness beyond its borders.

This was the unique true essence technique of an itinerant immortal—Voice Across a Thousand Miles. Now, wielded with divine power, it was just as effective. After all, her previous talismanic arts had substituted divine power for true essence, achieving nearly identical results.

A shadow sped through the alleyways between buildings, slipping into one darkness and emerging from another several blocks away. Evil God Little Wang raced south toward the city wall.

If he could reach the wall, he would escape the city using his shadow-shifting ability. Once he relayed his information to a higher-ranking Evil God, his task would be complete. Next time, he would not return with just a handful of useless minions, but would bring a vast Evil God army to crush this place utterly.