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Li Yao was greatly shocked.
The handsome monk who seemed to be a young man in his twenties turned out to be Master Bitter Cicada, who was not one of the Three Saints and Four Rapscallions but was qualified to compete for the title of 'top ten experts in the world'.
According to Dan Fengzi and Yan Liren, Master Bitter Cicada's Cultivation was much higher than that.
He was a real genius in training with innate wisdom. Sixty years ago, he had already been one of the top experts in the world. He was even regarded as the most likely expert to enter the Divinity Transformation Stage after Wu Xingyun and Meng Chixin.
Even Yan Liren, a sword maniac who thought highly of himself, admitted frankly that if Master Bitter Cicada had been focused on training his spiritual energy in seclusion, his achievements would have been much higher than his.
However, Master Bitter Cicada's ambition did not seem to be to break into the Divinity Transformation Stage. Instead, he was truly fulfilling the aspiration of the Stupa Temple to 'relieve disasters and save all the people from suffering'. He had devoted most of his time and energy to resisting natural disasters and saving the ordinary people.
It was said that, in the past decades, he had resisted tsunamis dozens of meters tall, extinguished wildfires that extended thousands of square kilometers, and suppressed volcanoes that were about to erupt next to prosperous towns on his own. He had consumed too much spiritual energy and been heavily wounded many times. His Cultivation stagnated and even plummeted because of that.
Master Bitter Cicada, who had been half a step into the Divinity Transformation Stage, was only on par with the Three Saints and Four Rapscallions after decades of exhaustion, if not slightly weaker.
In the middle of the thunderstorm, Master Bitter Cicada was wearing a moon-white cassock with gold stripes, but he was holding a rusty black staff in his hand. Instead, he was carrying a circle of enormous Coloured Glaze prayer beads on his shoulder. Every bead was the size of a fist and translucent. Many colorful runes were vaguely popping up inside, blinking and emitting brilliance.
Moo.
Master Bitter Cicada looked at the Multi-Horned Bizarre Dragon with sorrow and pity in his eyes. But a deafening roar burst out from his abdomen, and the prayer beads that were on his body flew up one after another. Eighteen prayer beads in total surrounded the Multi-Horned Bizarre Dragon and revolved rapidly like shooting stars.
"Almighty Heavenly Dragon, Ksitigarbha Paragon, Buddhas, Deliverance of All Living Beings, Lock!"
Master Bitter Cicada's voice was like a giant bell that had a history of tens of thousands of years. It pierced through the clouds and the storm and reached everybody's ears clearly.
Every time he shouted a word, the light on the eighteen prayer beads became brighter, and the prayer beads became more transparent.
When the last word "lock" was uttered, the eighteen prayer beads seemed to have melted into the air, and the octagonal runes that were originally sealed within them were all released.
"Pi Pi Pa Pa"
Tens of thousands of runes surged out a series of golden electric arcs, condensing into an earth-shattering shackle, firmly locking the three huge heads of the Multi-Horned Strange Dragon.
The Multi-Horned Bizarre Dragon shrieked miserably and struggled hard, but it could not break free from Master Bitter Cicada's restraint at all.
Even the three Monster Cores seemed to be fixed in midair, trembling for a long time without being able to move.
"Words are law, runes come true!"
Li Yao was secretly surprised.
He felt that the attack mechanism of the prayer beads that Master Bitter Cicada used was similar to that of the Pangu that he had fought on Kunlun.
At that time, the Pangu were also law with words. They transmitted their spirit and will through soundwaves and attracted the spiritual energy in the universe to construct ever-changing models of spiritual energy, which then manifested into techniques of different natures.
The prayer beads were probably made of the secret treasures of the Pangu civilization in the primeval era, too. They were out-and-out ultimate treasures of the primeval era.
Suppressed by the prayer beads, the Multi-Horned Bizarre Dragon was unable to move at all and could only roar nonstop.
Sitting cross-legged on the moon-white cassock, Master Bitter Cicada closed his eyes and put his hands together. Holding the rusted staff in his arms, he mumbled to himself. An awe-inspiring, transcendent aura was spreading out of his body.
As his incantation was activated, the shackles of golden light that surged out from the eighteen prayer beads became tighter and tighter. Like a soldering iron, they branded deep marks on the Multi-Horned Strange Dragon's body. Wisps of stinky black smoke rose into the sky. Even the storm could not extinguish it.
The Multi-Horned Bizarre Dragon was about to be suppressed by Master Bitter Cicada.
However, the violent spiritual energy in the universe had been looking for the most 'delicious' prey in the first place.
Li Yao, Yan Liren, Dan Fengzi, and the empyrean swordsmen of the Purple Pole Sword Sect all lowered their bodies and concealed their aura, not having the courage to act recklessly in the middle of the thunderstorm.
Even so, flashes of lightning and rolls of thunder would often explode around them, and wisps of lightning would flow into their eight extraordinary meridians.
Master Bitter Cicada flew high into the dark clouds and tried his best to summon his spiritual energy and activate his magical equipment blatantly, almost turning himself into a glittering 'lightning rod'.
BOOM!
Crack!
Right when he activated the power of the prayer beads to the maximum, countless bolts of lightning lunged at him from all directions and hit his lunar-white spiritual shield brutally. Electric arcs and sparks were flying everywhere under the bombardment.
Under the bombardment of thousands of lightning bolts, Master Bitter Cicada's body shook slightly. Blood was zigzagging out of the corners of his eyes and his mouth, but his face remained unchanged. He was still vaguely sympathetic and sorrowful as he inputted his spiritual energy, soul, and life, trying his best to suppress the Multi-Horned Bizarre Dragon so that it would not have a chance to attack the dam.
He was not fighting against a Multi-Horned Bizarre Dragon. Instead, he was fighting against the entire world and the violent spiritual energy that could destroy everything in the world. He was using his body, which was not strong, to resist the thunder, tear apart the lightning, split the dark clouds, and suppress the surging flood.
The more intense the lightning was, the louder the thunder was, and the crazier the storm was, the brighter Master Bitter Cicada's eyes became.
Li Yao had never thought that a person's eyes could be so brilliant before. They were truly spreading out from the corners of his eyes like flowing liquids of light. BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
BOOM! BOOM!
The bolts of lightning hit Master Bitter Cicada's head incessantly. His lunar-white spiritual shield was dying like a candle in the wind.
Master Bitter Cicada's skin was breaking apart. What was revealed from the cracks was vague gold brilliance.
It was as if there was a tiny golden Buddha hidden in his flawless skin.
Master Bitter Cicada gritted his teeth. The rusted black staff in his arms had been dyed bright gold by the blood flowing out of his body.
He was not strong enough to compete with the universe on his own after all.
While Li Yao was hesitating, the Multi-Horned Bizarre Dragon had already found a chance to catch its breath.
Its three heads were all expanding crazily. Every sharp horn on the heads that looked like thorns and poisonous needles had turned blood red. Xiu! Xiu!
Xiu! Xiu!
The thorns and poisonous needles on the three heads of the Multi-Horned Bizarre Dragon darted toward Master Bitter Cicada like a storm.
Master Bitter Cicada might have been able to dodge them, but once he did, the Multi-Horned Bizarre Dragon would break free and crash the dam in the end.
Therefore, Master Bitter Cicada did not dodge at all. Instead, he bellowed and threw out the black staff, which revolved quickly in front of him and formed a bright gold shield. After a series of clangs, most of the thorns and poisonous needles were blocked.
However, some of the needles and darted toward Master Bitter Cicada silently the moment the thousands of lightning bolts hit him brutally.
Pa! Pa! Pa!
Pa! Pa! All the poisonous needles exploded into powder before they touched Master Bitter Cicada's fleshly body.
But they had disturbed Master Bitter Cicada's soul after all. A bolt of lightning that was even thicker than Li Yao's thigh hit Master Bitter Cicada's skull directly.
BOOM!
Master Bitter Cicada grunted. Blood-stained electric arcs seemed to be dashing out of his eyes, nostrils, ears, and mouth at the same time.
The runes that were used to suppress the Multi-Horned Bizarre Dragon were dispersed, and the eighteen pearls reappeared in midair.
The Multi-Horned Bizarre Dragon took the opportunity to dash upward, escaping from the suppression of Master Bitter Cicada's mantra.
The three demon cores that had been frozen in midair were back under its control, too. Spinning for a moment, they attracted tremendous electric arcs and condensed into three deep blue balls of lightning again, attacking Master Bitter Cicada from both above and below.
Li Yao could not hold back any longer.
But somebody was one step faster than him.
'Sword Maniac' Yan Liren roared. The immense spiritual energy of the peak of the Yuanying Stage was unleashed to the maximum. He turned into a sword aura hundreds of meters long and darted toward the Multi-Horned Bizarre Dragon.
Huala!
His arrival was as eye-catching as a firefly that was carrying a lantern in a dark night. A lot of lightning bolts that were lunging at Master Bitter Cicada immediately changed their direction and lunged at him.
"Slash!"
Before Yan Liren's longsword was unsheathed, his sword aura had already split into more than ten unstoppable sharpness, slashing the lightning bolts into twisted electric arcs and shattering them into sparks.
It was not until this moment that a bright sword more than twenty meters long appeared in midair. Like a narrow, long magnet, it attracted all the electric arcs nearby to the body of the sword. The edge of the sword that was surrounded by electric arcs immediately expanded to almost fifty meters long.
It was one of the three primeval swords that Yan Liren had used in the Dragon Spring Meeting.
The black sword, the largest of the three, had been completely wrecked and was not worth repairing.
The other two primeval swords were only full of cracks on the surface. After careful refining, they could still recover some of their power.
Li Yao, on the other hand, had asked the disciples of the Purple Pole Sword Sect to collect the 'powder' of the black sword after it had completely collapsed. After modification, the powder would be melted into the other two primeval swords as materials for strengthening. It was a form of recycling.
Yan Liren slashed his sword, and the three heads of the Multi-Horned Bizarre Dragon retreated at the same time. It no longer had the time to bother Master Bitter Cicada. The three demon cores flew back, trying to stop Yan Liren's sword.
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