Shocking the Nine Heavens With My Sword-Chapter 38 - The Most Humble Black Donkey

Yet the Black Donkey in front of them spoke, and did so with an air of aged arrogance.

“What’s the matter, why do you look as if you’ve seen a ghost?

Has your Master become handsomer after sleeping for thousands of years?” the Black Donkey posed quite narcissistically, “Hey, you two, aren’t you going to bow and pay homage to me, who is barely willing to accept you as mounts?”

Zhou Heng’s face darkened.

How could anyone feel comfortable being told by a donkey that it wanted to take them as mounts?

“Stupid boy, why are you staring?

With your weak strength, I could crush 10,000 of you with just one finger.

Taking you as a mount is a fortune you cultivated in your past life!” the Black Donkey spoke rudely, sitting down with a plop and resting one front hoof on its mouth in a haughty pose.

So they had encountered a donkey with an attitude!

Zhou Heng unsheathed his sword with a clang, twirled it beautifully, and said, “I’m quite hungry, just in time to have some donkey meat to fill up!”

Judging from the aura that the donkey exuded, it seemed to only be at the Tenth Layer of Body Refinement, not much stronger than Han Yulian.

Zhou Heng had reached the Ninth Layer, and although there was a gap of one Great Realm, the Sky-soaring Nine Forms were sufficient to compensate for it.

“Unfurled fur, trying to eat your Donkey Master, I spit in your face!” The Black Donkey erupted in rage, leapt up abruptly, and kicked at Zhou Heng with a front hoof.

Whoosh!

The swift kick generated a howling wind.

Zhou Heng’s form shifted, deploying the Cloud Flying Step in a split second to dodge the attack.

He counter-thrusted with his sword toward the Black Donkey’s big mouth—this stinky mouth.

“See my Three Styles of Kicking People!” The Black Donkey stood on its hind legs, and with a flurry of kicks, seemed even swifter than a same-tier Demon Beast, positioning itself behind Zhou Heng’s head for another kick.

Zhou Heng pivoted on his foot, narrowly dodging the strike, a surge of shock welling up inside him.

Since the cultivation of the Sky-soaring Nine Forms, he felt he had grasped the major trends of Martial Arts Techniques, enabling him to predict the opponent’s next move from the slightest action—even for an experienced Blood Refinement Realm expert like Zhou Xian Ming!

But the attacks from this Black Donkey completely defied this scope, appearing erratic and unpredictable, leaving him to rely solely on the Cloud Flying Step to respond on the fly.

This was the first time he had felt out of control in a battle.

“Watch my Kick, Kick, Kick!” the Black Donkey shouted, “Stupid boy, you’re no match for your master, kneel down and surrender now, otherwise I’ll kick your ass to bits!”

“In front of your master, you don’t stand a chance!”

“Seeing your talents are not too bad, I’ll reluctantly take you as my disciple!”

“Pale-faced disciple, aren’t you going to kneel down and call out to your gracious master!”

This Black Donkey was completely flaunting itself, making Zhou Heng and Han Yulian wonder if someone was disguising themselves with a donkey hide.

Their initial shock was completely offset by the Black Donkey’s shamelessness, and they longed to shut its filthy mouth for good.

“Silly boy, swear allegiance quickly, and I’ll impart to you an unparalleled mystical skill!” The Black Donkey positioned its front legs behind its back and stood on its hind legs.

Its stepping technique was indeed quite mysterious, skillfully dodging Zhou Heng’s sword thrusts.

Zhou Heng’s gaze intensified, his form suddenly froze, and a terrifying Sword Intent unfolded as he began deploying the Sky-soaring First Form.

“Damn, what kind of Swordsmanship is this, making me feel a bit of fear?” The Black Donkey lowered its front legs, “I’m not playing with you anymore!”

Zhou Heng stood wide-eyed as the donkey dashed off with astonishing speed, instantly vanishing without a trace.

For although Zhou Heng excelled in movement techniques, the Cloud Flying Step was only form without the corresponding cultivation techniques; his speed was not much faster than that of an ordinary Ninth Layer Martial Artist of Body Refinement, leaving him no choice but to watch the Black Donkey quickly disappear.

“This place…it’s too weird!” Han Yulian said with a trembling voice, the series of events that had occurred were way beyond her limits.

Indeed, weird!

Bodies resurrected from the dead, a talking donkey!

Zhou Heng moved to where the original stele had stood, now just a large pit remained.

He peeked inside, seeing only a dark abyss.

He picked up a stone and threw it down, but no echo came back, unfathomably deep!

How did that Black Donkey climb out?

Boom!

A strong and heart-pounding aura emitted from the hole in the ground, causing Zhou Heng to involuntarily retreat continuously until he stopped a few dozen meters away.

“It seems like we’ve caused a disaster!” Zhou Heng scratched his head, now quite sure that the stele was originally suppressing this hole.

“It’s you, it has nothing to do with me!” Han Yulian, after getting stirred up by Black Donkey, felt slightly less frightened and even managed to joke with Zhou Heng.

Indeed, it was he alone who had caused the trouble.

Zhou Heng walked up to the stele and tried to gauge its weight, his hand sinking heavily as he barely managed to lift it an inch.

“My strength is almost reaching fifty thousand jin now, which shows that the weight of this stele is even more than that!” Zhou Heng thought to himself, but still dragged the stele towards the hole, sweating profusely before he reached its edge.

Buzz!

The blood-red stele trembled and then automatically stood upright, shooting towards the position of the hole.

Zhou Heng quickly deployed the Cloud Flying Step, and with several swift movements, whoosh, the stele flew past the edge of his body, nearly hitting him!

The stele, weighing at least fifty thousand jin, coupled with its speed, if it had hit, was enough to crush all his bones in an instant!

Only then did he feel a surge of fright and cold sweat streamed down.

“What exactly is this place?” Han Yulian said, trembling.

Everything about it was eerie!

If only they could ask that donkey, they might get an answer.

Unfortunately, that donkey was incredibly fast!

The Pingtian Mountain Range was not the only place with mysteries; the reflections of human figures from the bottom of the Cold Pool in Jue Valley were equally bizarre.

This place seemed to seal something terrifying.

He was far from having the strength to figure it out, better not to touch.

He hoped, in his heart, that it wasn’t that donkey, or else he really had caused a major disaster.

The two of them walked back, passing through the twists and turns of the narrow path, and again the fog appeared before them, with faint strange cries still audible.

“…

Damn your Donkey Master!”

“Is there no one there, take your Donkey Master out!”

“Donkey Master still wants to capture the Saintess of the East Spirit Immortal Pond as a servant, can’t die here!”

The wailing and howling got louder, and soon a black shadow bolted out of the mist, was it not that nonsensical-talking Black Donkey?

Seeing Zhou Heng and the other, the Black Donkey instantly began to wail loudly, running towards them and shouting, “You’re still alive!

Your Donkey Master really missed you!”

Approaching them, the Black Donkey suddenly made a sharp turn and whoosh, kicked out with its hind legs towards Zhou Heng.

“Always knew this donkey had ill-intentions!” Zhou Heng was prepared, deployed the Cloud Flying Step, dodged the kick, and whooshed a sword strike towards the donkey’s butt.

“Greenhorn, trying to make your Donkey Master’s butt bloom?” The Black Donkey rose on its hind legs, barely dodging the sword strike, then kicked its huge black butt backwards, shouting, “If you’re capable, hit your Donkey Master!

This seat rewards you with a face full of gold!”

Facing this gangster-like Black Donkey, Zhou Heng felt like spitting blood, worsening the shock he had felt upon encountering a talking donkey.

Sky-soaring First Form!

“Here we go again!” Black Donkey, quick to react, landed on its front hooves and dashed out more than twenty meters, escaping the range of Zhou Heng’s Sword Intent, “Lucky your Donkey Master is well-versed, otherwise a smelly kid might have really hurt me and ruined my lifelong reputation!”

“You brat, come chase your Donkey Master!” The donkey stood on its hind legs again, twisting its butt as it clapped its front hooves, behaving in an indescribably cheap manner.

Zhou Heng sheathed his sword, a smile appeared on his face, saying, “I can get out!”

The Black Donkey suddenly froze like it was encased in ice, its movements locked, but in an instant, it darted toward Zhou Heng, saying, “Kid, take this seat out, I might just teach you a few moves in my good mood, ensuring you become the top expert in the world!”

Zhou Heng burst into laughter but shook his head and said, “Tell me your origins first, then I’ll consider it!”

“What, you little brat dare to threaten this seat?” Black Donkey immediately became furious, propped on its front hooves and swiftly kicked at Zhou Heng with its hind legs.

“Damn Black Donkey, always so despicable and shameless!” Zhou Heng swiftly dodged, narrowly escaping a kick to the chest.

He countered with a sword slash that forced the Black Donkey to back away.

“Wrong, this seat is kindly teaching you!” The Black Donkey, with an incredibly thick face, said nonchalantly.

Faced with this shamelessly proud Black Donkey, Zhou Heng was left speechless, only swirling his sword light more fiercely.

“Stop!

Stop!” The Black Donkey yelled, “This seat has no time to bother with you!”

Zhou Heng knew he couldn’t really deal with this quick-witted donkey, so he stopped his attack, but this sly Black Donkey took the opportunity to kick out again.

“You despicable donkey!”