si-mexico Chapter 303 Ji Rong's Tragic Condition
Chapter 303 Ji Rong's Tragic Condition
"Zilong, wait here!" Kongming said.
"Prime Minister, let me go with you!" Zhao Yun sheathed his spear and leaped to stand in front of Kongming.
Kongming glanced at Zhao Yun and waved his feather fan lightly: "No need. You cultivate martial arts, which is very inconvenient underwater. Besides, Ji Rong is seriously injured and is not a concern!"
Upon hearing this, Pigsy bristled and yelled at Kongming, "You wicked devil! You only went down now that you know there's no danger. Why did you trick me, Old Pig, into going first? If something had gone wrong, could you have taken responsibility?"
Kongming blushed upon hearing this, then coughed twice and said somewhat guiltily, "Ganglie, what you're saying is ridiculous. You're tough and thick-skinned; even Yao Yao couldn't do anything to you, and your underwater skills are so impressive. I'm just believing in your abilities!"
"This is true!"
Zhu Bajie felt incredibly pleased by Kongming's flattery. He tossed his rake over his shoulder and said, "Hehehe... I originally intended to take care of that old turtle underwater, but then I thought about the harm that 'Eggless Prince' had caused you, so I lured him to the surface so you could make the decision..."
Kongming nodded slightly, indicating his understanding.
Just as Kongming was preparing to escape into the water, Zhu Ganglie seemed to suddenly remember something, "Uh... Brother, how about I, Old Pig, accompany you down there again, so we can keep each other company!"
Kongming knew exactly what this guy was thinking; he was definitely eyeing the treasure on Ji Rong's body, but he was also afraid that he would keep it all for himself.
"Alright!"
Kongming nodded, then with a spell, a layer of magical light shield enveloped the two of them and slammed down onto the water...
At a depth of a hundred feet, the riverbed is as dark as ink, but inside a cave near the mountain, there are fluorescent lights, like glass cups suspended in the water, separating the water from the darkness.
"Wushuang, have the thieves been killed? You just stay outside and don't let anyone disturb you again..."
Inside the chakra, Ji Rong's eyes were tightly closed, his face was ashen, and he looked utterly wretched. His two arms had disappeared, and several transparent holes the size of bowls on his upper body were gushing out black blood.
His chest heaved as he tried to heal his wounds, but those wounds were always filled with a thick layer of demonic energy. As soon as new flesh grew, it was eroded and instantly festered into even more hideous holes.
He let out a suppressed groan of pain, and cold sweat mixed with black blood slid down his body.
"Hehehe... Your spineless nephew is long gone to see the King of Hell. Open your dog eyes and see who your grandpa is!"
Zhu Ganglie poked out his pig head, shook his huge ears, and dug towards Ji Rong with a rake.
Ji Rong's eyes snapped open, but it was too late. Several bloody holes had been punched into his head by Zhu Ganglie.
At this moment, he was already seriously injured. Although Zhu Ganglie's cultivation level was not high, the combination of old and new injuries made Ji Rong feel quite uncomfortable.
"It's you……"
When Ji Rong finally saw the ugly pig face and Kongming gently waving a feather fan behind him, he made a strange "hoarse" sound in his throat, as if something was blocking his breath.
"Old Ghost Ji, how have you been?" Kongming's voice was calm and even. With a thought, the Sixth Pearl suddenly appeared above his head, releasing a terrifying gravitational pressure that sealed off his energy points completely.
"Zhuge Liang, how dare you! Aren't you afraid of the wrath of the Ji family?" Ji Rong squinted and glared fiercely at Kongming, saying each word clearly.
"Hahaha... Your ancient family is quite arrogant, but let me tell you, one day I will knock them all off their pedestals!" Kongming's lips curled into a confident smile.
"Insolence! A mere Golden Core cultivator, where does he get the audacity to dare to try and shake the foundation of my ancient family? It's utterly delusional!"
Ji Rong's half-closed eyes were bloodshot, and the hole in his chest was churning with rage, with black blood mixed with black mist gushing out.
"Hmph! You can't even protect yourself now, I really don't know where you get your courage!" Kongming sneered and retorted.
Then, with a flick of his finger, the six old beads shone even brighter, emitting a low hum, and gravity suddenly contracted.
The rocks surrounding the air chamber could not withstand the weight and cracked with a "crack" sound. Fine cracks spread out like a spider web and then collapsed with a bang.
The icy river water, carrying silt and gravel, rushed into the air chamber in an instant.
Ji Rong was slammed against the rock wall by a mudslide. Mud and water poured into the hole in his chest, causing him to convulse in pain. He managed a muffled roar of anger: "How dare you..."