Chapter 877: Hanging

Su Che grabbed House by the neck, while House’s demonic claws tightly clamped onto Su Che’s shoulders. The two of them were pressed face to face, seemingly stuck in a stalemate.

“I’ll count to three. How about we exert force together?” Su Che said, his gaze sharp and tone icy.

House didn’t respond, but from his eyes, it was clear he lacked courage—he was terrified. If both of them exerted force at the same time, they’d surely suffer mutual damage. But the key was who would be hurt less and who more.

House could sense that Su Che wasn’t pretending to be desperate just to scare him—he truly might do it. If his head was torn off, his soul would surely suffer a devastating blow, likely leading to complete annihilation on the spot. House didn’t want to die—absolutely not. In such a situation, he was terrified but couldn’t speak up and beg Su Che for mercy. All he could do was pray silently, “Ao Zu, please come quickly! Save me!”

Su Che immediately noticed the golden unicorn on his forehead glowing again. It was obvious this guy was seeking help from someone else. There was no need to count to three. Su Che planned to use his strength to break his neck and tear his head off.

“Stop!”

At that moment, from somewhere tens of millions of miles away—far beyond Su Che’s mental detection range—there came a powerful mental wave from some place in the chaos.

There was no need to guess—that person had arrived.

House’s face lit up with relief as he transmitted a message to Su Che, “I advise you to let go right now. Otherwise, once the ancestor arrives, you’ll die…”

Before he could finish, killing intent flashed in Su Che’s eyes, and he exerted force violently.

A thousand-fold amplification!

The hint of joy on House’s face instantly turned into utter horror. Instinctively, he also exerted force to stop Su Che.

With a crack, his neck broke, and immediately afterward, with another snap, his head separated from his body.

With a tearing sound, Su Che’s left shoulder was also ripped open by House’s claws, exposing all his internal organs. Only a thin layer of flesh remained, and half of his chest was on the verge of detaching from his body.

“Stop! Everyone, stop!”

Another mental wave came from afar. That person was getting closer, seemingly about to appear before everyone in an instant.

If he could arrive in time and snatch House’s head from Su Che’s hands, he might still be able to save House’s life. As a Chaos powerhouse, as long as the soul remains undestroyed, it’s not a big deal to recreate a physical body. But Su Che wouldn’t give his enemy such a chance.
Boom!
Between his palms, Chaos energy formed a crushing vortex. House’s head, filled with fear of death, was instantly reduced to a handful of ashes, then completely erased.
Swish!
A figure pierced through the thick mist and rushed toward them at high speed. Su Che, using his divine sense, saw that this person’s appearance was very similar to House’s, with the only difference being that the unicorn horn on his forehead was not golden but a darker golden hue.
The man had a ferocious face and let out a deep roar as he charged at Su Che.
Of course, Su Che wouldn’t let him get close easily. With a twist of his wrist, he threw House’s headless corpse at him.
The man caught House’s body, which temporarily halted his advance. He still held out a glimmer of hope, wanting to confirm whether House was truly dead and his soul completely destroyed.
Su Che took advantage of this precious time to close his torn upper body. It only took three to five breaths for him to return to normal.
Having the transformation ability of the Witch Clan meant that Su Che possessed, to some extent, their physical strength. Such injuries, though frightening, actually had no impact on his combat capabilities.
The Witch Clan could transform into giants hundreds of feet tall, with their greatest strength lying in physical power. For example, if one of their arms was severed, as long as it wasn’t completely shattered, they could pick it up, reattach it to their shoulder, and it would heal in an instant—far easier than growing a new arm.
The man caught House’s headless body, felt it carefully, and glared fiercely at Su Che. Yet his once ferocious face appeared much more relaxed.
Fortunately, Su Che hadn’t gone to extremes and left a trace of soul in House’s remains. With this trace, House could still be revived, but his cultivation level would surely plummet, likely dropping to the level of an Immortal or Earth Immortal in the immortal realm. To return to being a Chaos powerhouse, he would need to cultivate for hundreds of millions of years, or even longer.
By then, Su Che would have reached an unknown level of power. Would he still fear House coming back to seek revenge?

Moreover, in this vast chaos, the chances of two travelers from different universes meeting again are extremely slim. The reason why House was given another chance to be revived was not out of Su Che’s kindness, but rather to take into account the formidable and unpredictable strength of the unicorn creature who had just arrived. It was necessary to create a moderate amount of trouble for him to restrict his actions. If that unicorn creature truly cared about House’s life and death, he should have rushed to recreate House’s body and bring him back to life right away, rather than focusing solely on dealing with Su Che.

“You’re quite smart, kid.” The unicorn creature’s telepathic voice was dark. As he spoke, he stored House’s corpse and remaining soul in his personal space. Of course, he understood Su Che’s true intention—using that faint remnant of soul to revive House—and it was best to act immediately. If delayed, House’s soul memories would fade rapidly, including those most precious insights gained throughout his life. Once those memories were lost, his path forward would be fraught with difficulties; he would have to rediscover and overcome each level of cultivation from scratch. In fact, House would no longer be the same person—he would become a complete blank slate.

Su Che replied calmly, “You should know the whole situation. House came to me on his own, posing a direct threat to my life. It’s entirely justified to say he brought this upon himself. Do you really think I should just surrender without resisting?”

“That’s true; you’re not wrong at all,” the man nodded in response. “But in this chaos, there’s no such thing as right or wrong, justice or injustice—everything is determined by strength.”

“I understand,” Su Che said with a smile. “I had the strength to kill House, so I simply twisted off his head.”

The man snorted coldly and then sent a message to the others, “Stop fighting.” The five chaos travelers from House’s team immediately ceased fighting, and the four Sky Sound members also stopped and flew back to Su Che’s side.

Then, the unicorn creature turned his gaze back to Su Che. “Since I need some time to revive House, you can leave first. I’ll chase after you later. What do you think?”

“Whatever,” Su Che replied indifferently. “I’m not afraid to fight now either. I just don’t want to waste time on such trivial matters.”

After saying that, he stopped wasting words and said to the four of them, “Let’s go.”
Swish!
The five-member team left immediately. The unicorn-like creature stared at Su Che’s back, its dark golden unicorn horn flashing slightly, as if planting some kind of mark on him.
After flying for a distance, Lao He asked, “Master, do you think that old guy can catch up to us?”
“He probably can.”
Su Che replied without hesitation, very confident: “Otherwise, he wouldn’t have let us leave so easily.”
“What should we do?” Lao He replied, “Having such a powerful guy trailing behind us will make everything difficult and uneasy along the way.”
“It’s nothing,” Su Che replied casually. “When I decided to enter the Chaos earlier, I was fully prepared mentally. In the Chaos, there are not only the opportunities we desire but also various unexpected troubles. I wasn’t afraid back then, and now that I’ve reached the level of an Immortal Lord, I’m even less afraid of anything.”
The term “Immortal Lord” Su Che mentioned was just a rough designation. After all, he was in the Chaos, not within his original universe. Whether he had truly earned the recognition of the Heavenly Dao and ascended to the level of an Immortal Lord was uncertain.
It could only be said that after a more than thousand-fold increase in strength, he now had the ability to kill Chaos travelers like Haus.
Reaching such a level in just over a thousand years satisfied Su Che greatly. What more could he complain about?
When faced with troubles, one should just deal with them as they come—there’s no need to drag others down with them.
So, he said to Manzi, “Manzi, should we say goodbye now?”
Manzi understood Su Che’s intention and replied without hesitation, “Are you afraid of dragging me down and trying to get rid of me?”
“That’s exactly why,” Su Che asked with a smile. “Since you’ve seen through it, what are your plans?”
“Let’s go together,” Manzi said, shrugging. “Anyway, I’m already wandering aimlessly in this Chaos. Being with you might even be more interesting. Of course, on the condition that you don’t think I’m a hindrance.”
“How could I think that?”
Since he had said so, Su Che didn’t need to be hypocritical. Having such a strong companion was certainly a good thing. He nodded and said, “Then let’s go together.”
Manzi nodded silently. His already small eyes squinted as if he were asleep, giving him a rather comical appearance.

Among such adorably cute creatures, Lao Hei has the weakest resistance. If it weren’t for the fact that he is actually an incredibly ancient Chaos warrior, everyone would want to take him to the Immortal Prison and keep him as a pet, holding him in their arms every day.