I'm Actually a Cultivation Bigshot Chapter 709: Mosha Gone Bald

Chapter 709: Mosha Gone Bald

"Gah! You're so cruel!" The brilliant light illuminated the long night. It contained the most terrifying power of destruction that even a Wisdom Elite could not fight against.
In the fifth dimension, the Wisdom Elites who attacked the old man became targets of the brilliant light. Wherever the light passed, the treasures and spells were rendered into nothingness and soon, five more Wisdom Elites perished. The Wisdom Elites who did not attack the old man were safe but they were scared by what was happening before their eyes.
"Get away from me! Get away from me now!" shouted Mosha maniacally as he flapped his wings. He was a second-step Wisdom Elite and possessed an abundance of Origins of Life.
Warrior God's armor gleamed with golden light, which then transformed into a golden giant, sheltering him while he made his escape. Nobody in the entire fifth dimension was a match for the brilliant light because it was the power of Origins, the source of all the energy in the fifth dimension, the peak of all power!
Mosha's body shattered and regenerated again. "Master of the Blood Clan, what are you waiting for?" he shouted.
"Don't worry. All in good time! He's helping us get rid of the other Wisdom Elites. We never planned to give them any of the Origins anyways," said the master of the Blood Clan sinisterly.
"Oh? Does that mean you wish me dead, too?" asked Warrior God in a low voice. He then appeared behind the master of the Blood Clan and used him as a shield against the incoming white light.
"I'll do it now." The master of the Blood Clan grinned and raised his two hands. "Blood Refining Divine Light!"
In an instant, the blood-clouds formed a blood-red tornado, surging up into the sky. In another blink of an eye, it transformed into a colossal blood sphere. It was an aggregation of immeasurable blood-red energy and it was close to becoming a tangible manifestation. An incomparable tyrannical aura containing despair, hatred, and slaughter radiated from within. The white light could not penetrate the blood sphere at all and it actually bounced off of it.
"Curse you!" The old man's expression changed for the first time. From this blood sphere, he could feel the cry of all the spirits. It was composed of the blood of many beings in the fifth dimension. The blood Qi in it was almost monstrous enough to shake the entire seven dimensions.
"So, how do you find this Blood of All Souls of mine?" The master of the Blood Clan smiled triumphantly. "Did you really think I'll go into this without a plan? Did you think I wouldn't know we'd be able to combat the Origins by using the energy of all the souls?"
"Huh! You're dead for sure!" The old man scoffed and put his hand on his golden cuff. The cuff flew off, turned into a golden ring, and shot at them with unparalleled power while surrounded by the light of Origins.
At this moment, both Mosha and Warrior Gold felt immense pressure coming at them. It was like an individual going against the whole world and the pressure of the dimension almost shattered from the force. However, the ring still failed to penetrate the blood sphere. They had reached a stalemate and the constant friction distorted the space around them, making all the other Wisdom Elites afraid of getting closer to it. It was truly the battle of the dimension.
"Hahaha, an old man like you should've died a long time ago. Why insist on living? The quicker you die, the quicker you'll reincarnate!" The master of the Blood Clan laughed, and under his manipulation, the blood sphere began to roll, sometimes like an angry dragon swallowing the sky, sometimes like an eagle shooting through the sky. It orbited the golden ring, wanting to suppress it.
At the same time, there was a steady flow of bloody energy coming from the entire fifth dimension. There was so much blood energy that it was enough to make the sea of bloody clouds stronger. On the other hand, the old man, who was already half-dead to begin with, had used his last breath to launch the previous attack. He got weaker and weaker until he coughed up some blood, making his haggard face look extremely pale and exhausted.
"Give it up, teacher. You know you can't stop us, so why not just let us be?" said Warrior God.
"You have no idea what the Origins is truly capable of. It'll bring great calamity once it resurfaces in the world. You're all courting death!" said the old man hoarsely.
"You're just trying to scare us. Let me help you speed up your death!" said the master of the Blood Clan with an insulting smile. With a thought, the countless blood beings flapped their wings and charged at the old man.
The old man was surrounded by the destructive aura of the white light and blood sphere. Anyone who got close to him would be completely annihilated. However, this did not stop the blood beings as they rushed toward him like moths to a flame. A slight brush from the destructive aura and they were instantly rendered into dust.
Be that as it may, there were just too many of them. There was no end in sight of the blood-red bat-like beings. The old man was completely engulfed by them and still, more were coming from all over the fifth dimension. The entire dimension was completely covered with these terrifying blood beings dancing and flying everywhere.
They were being turned into dust at the rate of millions per second and they did not seem to pose a threat to the old man. However, he was already standing on his last leg, and even using a little bit of his energy could be fatal for him. As time passed, the golden ring was completely covered by the blood-red cloud. It could be shattered at any time.
The old man continued growing weaker as some of the blood beings managed to pass through the barrier, injuring the old man. Wounds began to appear on his body but no blood came out for his blood had run dry in the last catastrophe.
Suddenly, a hole opened up between Heaven and earth and a mysterious aura drifted out from it while rainbow light gushed forward like a newborn sunrise that was poking out its head. A magical power manifested, and although it was only accompanied by a faint aura, it made everyone's mana tremble with both joy and awe.
The master of the Blood Clan stared at the opening and said excitedly, "It's…it's the Origins of the fifth dimension! It finally came out!"
Warrior God slowly made his way to the opening and looked at it with obsessive eyes.
"Hahaha, yes! Yes! The Origins is mine!" he said in a trembling voice.
Mosha locked his eyes on Warrior God and said coldly, "The Origins of the fifth dimension…is mine!"
The surviving Wisdom Elites' eyes burned with desire when they sensed the Origins. They quickly tried to come up with ideas on how to make it theirs.
"Each dimension has bred countless beings and gave birth to many powerful beings to protect itself. Now, it seems like the guardian has become the destroyer. Is there no one in the entire seven dimensions who can protect this dimension?" lamented the old man.
"Teacher, it's not that there isn't a guardian, it's just that…they're all too weak and have been eliminated," said Warrior God in a bid to console him.
"Oh? Are you sure all the guardians have been eliminated?" said a mocking voice from afar.
In the distant sky, 12 streams of light appeared with great momentum. Before they had even arrived, the endless Angel's Light poured down from them and annihilated all the blood beings around the old man.
Mosha frowned and in a shocked tone, he asked, "Huh? Could it be those dratted angels?" He looked up and stared coldly at the newcomers.
Lord Angel was floating mid-air and staring coldly at them, too. "So, you're here after all, Mosha. I bet you never thought we'd be here, too," he said majestically.
"Tianhua, it's you! Why are you here? Why did you even enter the seal in the first place?" Lord Ange's arrival was totally out of his plan, but in the next moment, he could not keep his laughter in anymore."Hahahaha! What's up with your new look?" He then pointed at Lord Angel and said, "How can the majestic Lord Angel be bald? Even the men you brought are bald! Have you become the Bald Angel Clan? Or did you only bring your bald team?"
The angels remained calm under his verbal attack.
'Huh! You ignorant fool!'
"What do you know? Baldness is a symbolism of honor!'
"Stop laughing. I have good and bad news for you. Which do you want to hear first?" said Lord Angel indifferently.
"Oh? What's the good news?" asked Mosha with a cold smile.
"The expert's interested in your feathers."
"And the bad news?"
"We're going to strip you bald, too!"
"You must be looking for death!" Mosha's eyes turned violent as he charged at Lord Angel with the Devil Sword in his hand. "Do you think you're still in the fourth dimension? As soon as you step foot in this dimension, your death is inevitable!"
His arrogance surged with unparalleled power. In the fifth dimension, apart from him, Warrior God, the master of the Blood Clan, and the old man, the rest of the people were all fluffs.
Lord Angel's face became serious and with a raise of his hand, a colossal stick with barbs appeared in his hand. It was the hair removal stick!
"This stick's really big so you'll have to endure it a bit!" he shouted as he charged at Mosha.
"Your new weapon's laughably funny!" said Mosha as he swung his sword at Lord Angel.
Lord Angel held up the hair removal stick, and though it did not radiate with light, the energy wave effortlessly shattered Mosha's sword light as it brushed past him. Then, accompanied with a soft sound, a bald patch appeared on one of Mosha's wings and the feathers that were just there moments ago were on the hair removal stick.
'I'm bald?" Mosha's eyes were wide as saucers and he thought he was dreaming. He touched his wings and discovered that instead of the usual softness, there was only the warmth of his flesh. A bald patch had indeed appeared.
"Ah! No! My feathers!" Mosha screamed at the sky. His eyes became blood-red and he was almost at the point of breaking down. He shot daggers at Lord Angel and it infuriated him even more when he saw him plucking his feathers out of the hair removal stick without looking at him.
"Ah—! How dare you! I'm going to kill you!" Mosha's face was twisted with rage and a murderous aura radiated out of him. He charged maniacally toward Lord Angel.
"You came at the right time!" said Lord Angel as he held up the hair removal stick again.
Mosha heard another soft zipping sound as the feathers on his other wing fell off.
"Beautiful feathers," said Lord Angel approvingly.
"You're going down!" shouted Mosha.
Another zipping sound, and another. A bald patch would appear wherever the hair removal stick touched. After a few rounds of this, Mosha was rendered completely bald.
"No, my feathers! My handsome feathers!" Mosha could not accept that all his feathers were gone. He looked at the hair removal stick as if he had seen a ghost. "How could this be? How can a stick be so powerful?"
"Haha, of course, it's powerful. It's given by the expert after all." Lord Angel smiled and passed the hair removal stick to Alina. "Use this to get more feathers from the other fallen angels."
Alina nodded. She smiled and said, "Leave it to me, father! We'll surely go back with loads of feathers today."
The dying old man's eyes were as wide as saucers. "That's no ordinary stick! It's radiating the aura of the Origins. How…how could it be?" he asked in a shocked tone.
"What a weird weapon. It surpasses normal spells and Wisdom. It's definitely the power of Origins, but where did it come from?" said the master of the Blood Clan.
Warrior God was also beyond shocked. He looked at himself and heaved a sigh of relief after he confirmed he had no feathers growing out of his body.
"What a terrifying stick! But it seems like it's only targeting those with feathers, so we should be safe."
"Good. That's very good!"
Mosha was shaking with anger. He gritted his teeth and said, "Now that I'm all out of feathers, let's see if you can handle my next attack! Die!" He used all his power and charged at Lord Angel once again. Filled with hatred and humiliation, he was prepared to fight to the death.
"Pull out your sword, Tianhua!" he shouted angrily.
"Sword? What sword?" Lord Angel's face was serene. With a flick of his wrist, a head wreath appeared in his hand which he then placed on his head. Instantly, an ocean's worth of Angel's Light surged forward.
Mosha's pupils shrank rapidly when he saw the head wreath. His skull nearly exploded and he instinctively turned his body around to escape. However, he was too late. The Angel's Light swept across his back and he immediately felt a searing pain. He started to scream pathetically. It was so hot that even his Primordial Spirit was burning.
He quickly retreated to the master of the Blood Clan's side. His aura had weakened considerably and his fleshy wings were completely scorched black. There was even smoke and the smell of grilled meat coming from it.
Behind him, the head wreath was serenely floating above Lord Angel's head while emitting a faint glow. It really looked like a halo and was truly a miraculous sight to behold. At the same time, the other angels put on their head wreaths. They, too, had halos above their heads.