Aspiring to the Immortal Path Chapter 1035: Fratricide

Translated by: Hypersheep325

Edited by: Michyrr

An intense battle was playing out on the Nine Nethers River.

It was a battle between a Ghost March Ship and a Ghostwind Wolf Ship.

Thousands of ghost soldiers were locked in battle, and screeching and howling could be heard all around as death energy filled the air.

At the center of all these ghost soldiers, a Death God weapon was floating in the river, constantly changing forms. At times, it was a Severing Hook Scythe, and at others, it was a giant Funeral Door Nail.

As the ghost soldiers fought over it, it would change depending on its owner.

But no ghost could hold it for more than one second.

Even so, they crazily charged into the fray, the ghost generals unleashing Nether Domain spell arts at their opposition.

Even in the sky, two ghosts were engaged in combat.

"Iron Drought, the Severing Hook is mine! Don't even think about taking it away!"

A Yaksha roared—none other than Maraji.

His blue-gray body was as tough as steel, and his fork radiated immense power as he smashed it down at the opposing ghost master.

This ghost was an armored corpse who had cultivated for a thousand years, its entire body blazing with scarlet energy, its body so tough that it completely ignored Maraji's attacks. It moved as swiftly as the wind, its claws contained a powerful poison, and it occasionally let out a howl.

Yakshas were known in the Nether Domain for their tough bodies, but so were armored corpses. When these two clashed, it was blow for blow, their every blow bursting with wild energy.

As the fight dragged on, Maraji started to lose his patience. He suddenly shouted and grabbed at the air, upon which a black fog descended onto the battlefield, crackling with purple lightning.

As more and more black fog gathered, the lightning bolts grew thicker and more numerous.

Ultimately, the black fog condensed into a giant black sphere, the purple lightning becoming a cage.

Maraji snarled, "Jail of Lightning, slay my foe with your peerless thunder!"

While Yakshas were famed for their strong bodies, that didn't mean that they didn't know spell arts. As nobles of the Nether Domain, their greatest attribute was that they could cultivate like humans.

The vast ball of lightning dissolved into countless bolts that rained down on the thousand-year armored corpse.

The thousand-year armored corpse howled at the air, and powerful shockwaves pulsed from its body, gathering around it and solidifying. The corpse then raised its arms, wrapping them in this power.

Boom!

An explosion ripped through the air.

The lighting bolts blasted the armored corpse, but the armored corpse used its arms to obliterate the lightning!

This armored corpse was like a bellowing giant, fearlessly opposing the might of the heavens.

But despite its strength, the lightning continued to fall. The armored corpse's strikes began to weaken, and the lightning began to fall on its body. Even with its tough body, it still began to crack and splinter under the blows, and as its mighty body crumbled, its wild roars began to fade.

Maraji continued his assault. While using this spell art greatly drained him of energy and his complexion of color, the excitement over victory spurred him on.

He wildly laughed. "Die, die! All of you, die!"

The purple lightning bolts spread out, beginning to target all the other enemy ghosts in the area.

The ghosts hadn't expected such a powerful move from Maraji, and all of them were slain.

Maraji was the ultimate victor of this battle.

Gazing at the Severing Hook, he couldn't help but laugh in exultation.

At this moment, a voice boomed from afar, "Fifth Brother, congratulations on obtaining a Death God weapon."

Maraji instantly tensed up and looked to the sky. In the distance, Tang Jie stood with his hands behind his back, a smile on his face. But as a Yaksha, he had a rather savage smile.

Maraji shivered at the sudden appearance of "Maraju".

He sensed that something was wrong.

Maraji sternly said, "Maraju, are you trying to take my treasure? According to the rules, this Severing Hook is mine. I've already officially subdued it, so you no longer have the right to take it."

Saying this, he used his finger to create a small wound on his forehead, from which a drop of blood fell onto the Severing Hook below.

The Severing Hook let off a crimson glow.

The ghost soldier holding up the Severing Hook suddenly screamed and collapsed to the deck of the ship, writhing and flailing.

White smoke poured off its body, and within the smoke, one could see strange patterns appearing on its twisting body as it gradually took on the appearance of a dog-headed Nether Attendant.

This was how Nether Attendants were created.

Once the dog-headed Nether Attendant was finished forming, it stood up, grabbed the Severing Hook, and stood behind Maraji, displaying its allegiance.

Maraji sighed in relief once this step was done. In truth, that process could have been interrupted, in which case the Severing Hook was no longer his and Maraju could have tried to take it. But now that the Death God weapon had recognized its master, Maraju was bound by the rules and could no longer attack.

Maraji laughed. "The Severing Hook can no longer be yours, so hurry up and leave!"

Tang Jie cocked his head. "Did I say that I had come to take the Death God weapon?"

Startled, Maraji stared at Tang Jie. "Then what do you want?"

Tang Jie called out, "What else but… your life!"

Tang Jie unleashed the Evil Punishing Seal.

The divine power of the Evil Punishing Seal was unleashed, a righteous energy descending upon the ghosts.

Maraji paled. "How could this be?"

No matter how hostile they were to each other, they were brothers and knew what each other was capable of. How could Maraju possibly possess this sort of divine attack that specifically countered ghosts?

As he reeled in shock, Tang Jie's terrifying offensive continued. As the ghosts had been caught completely off guard, it took only a single strike to kill most of them.

And they had just been through a battle, so their strength was exhausted and their formation in disarray.

Low-level ghost soldiers fighting out of formation were nothing more than grains of loose sand, unable to turn their advantage of quantity into quality, so they were bound to be swept away.

Tang Jie had struck at exactly the right time, and in a flash, Maraji had lost thirty percent of his ghost soldiers, and even several of his ghost generals. These were stunning losses.

"Kill him!" Maraji roared.

Three Nether Attendants and the remaining ghosts charged.

But what greeted them was Tang Jie's ship charging out of the black fog, three Ghost Kings going to meet the three Nether Attendants.

Maraji was stunned when he saw Tang Jie's ship fully manned, but there was no time to think. He thrust out his fork, sending a torrent of energy at Tang Jie.

This was a Ghost King, and Tang Jie would have found it hard to fight him directly.

But as Maraji's attack bore down on him, Tang Jie simply muttered, "Devil Crushing Fist!"

A punch thundered out!

Tang Jie's Combat Emperor Catalog had finally reemerged, but in a somewhat different form.

A dragon-shaped blast of energy emerged from his fist, hurtling toward Maraji's fork.

Maraji was alarmed to find that his attack was blown away by this roaring dragon, and its remaining power was bearing down on him.

"Awooo!" Maraji yelled, mustering all of his power to resist it.

The Devil Crushing Fist slammed into Maraji, and his body buckled under its weight, blood rushing up his throat and out his mouth. But after swaying for a few moments, Maraji managed to endure. His complexion had turned a light gold, and he seemed on the verge of collapsing.

Tang Jie smiled. "Not bad, but it's a pity."

He blew.

A wind stirred.

It wasn't a powerful wind, but as it buffeted Maraji, he grimaced and instantly collapsed.

It seemed that blocking Tang Jie's punch had taken everything he had, and that light breeze had been the straw that had broken his back.

In truth, Tang Jie originally wasn't strong enough to defeat him with one Devil Crushing Fist, but he had greatly expended himself in his battle with the thousand-year armored corpse, so he naturally didn't have much left to deal with the Devil Crushing Fist. If he had been at full power, and with Tang Jie also drained from using the Devil Crushing Fist, it was hard to say who would have won.

As he gazed at Tang Jie, he said in shock and anger, "You aren't my brother!"

He had finally realized.

Maraju couldn't possibly have such a move, so the only explanation was that this wasn't Maraju.

"You finally get it." Tang Jie smiled. "Now that I think about it, you're the cause of all this."

He removed the Yaksha skin, revealing his face and that familiar human odor.

"It's you…" Tang Jie's words and that familiar scent made Maraji understand everything.

This human was the one who he had detected but failed to find!

Maraju had not only failed in his hunt, he had been hunted instead, and the human had disguised himself as Maraju and infiltrated them!

Such daring! Such cunning!

Maraji howled, "What are you all just standing around for? He's a human, a human!"

But no ghosts paid him any attention.

All of the ghosts on the Ghost March Ship had already been made by the Spirit Communion Grass to have absolute loyalty to Tang Jie.

"Don't waste your strength," Tang Jie casually said. "Let me send you off to your brother."

He waved his hand, sending out a brilliant blade of energy.