Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
"Aooo!"
The left and right heads of the Multi-Horned Bizarre Dragon let out heart-wrenching screams at the same time. The head in the middle, which was larger than a millstone, was bobbing up and down in the river. The place where it was chopped off only left a cut that was several meters in diameter. Black blood spurted out violently and turned into a poisonous fog in the storm, spreading to the surroundings with bared fangs and brandished claws.
Under the cover of the poisonous mist, the Multi-Horned Bizarre Dragon sank abruptly and fled toward the depths of the Sorcerers' River in a hurry.
"Do you think it's so easy to leave? Leave the demon core behind before you go!"
Accompanied by the creepy laughter, a green shadow swooped above the Multi-Horned Bizarre Dragon like a vulture that had spread its wings. Naturally, it was Li Yao, who was pretending to be Master Spiritual Vulture.
Wind, rain, lightning, flood …
The violent spiritual energy in the world …
They all lunged at him with their heads covering their heads.
Such an earth-shattering scene reminded Li Yao of the wonderful times when he trained crazily in the thunderstorm deep inside the Grand Desolate Plateau in the Xing Yao Federation.
It was a joy to fight against the heavens and the earth. He was a man who could even kill a hurricane!
"Wind, rain, lightning, you can all go to hell in front of me!"
Li Yao shrieked. The green flames of spiritual energy around his body condensed into two gargantuan wings that blotted out the sky. He flapped them brutally and shattered all the bolts of lightning, wind, and thunder that were coming at him.
Then, the two wings intertwined with each other tightly. Under the precise control of his telepathic thoughts, they constructed a brand-new model of spiritual energy and condensed into an enormous ghost claw, which snatched at the place where the three heads of the Multi-Horned Bizarre Dragon met.
The Multi-Horned Bizarre Dragon had just suffered a heavy blow and lost its most important head. It was dizzy and in excruciating pain. How could it have noticed the strangeness of Li Yao's green will-o '-the-wisps?
Hardly had it avoided the tearing of the ghost claw when it was caught in a trap made of dozens of monocrystal mica threads.
Chi! Chi! Chi!
When it was desperately fleeing into the depths of the Sorcerers' River, Li Yao pulled hard with both hands, and the molecular mica threads easily cut off its hard scales, rough skin, and strong flesh, deeply embedding into its bones.
It was like a big fish that had been hooked. No matter how it struggled or tried to escape, the hook would only tighten.
The Multi-Horned Bizarre Dragon had cultivated for hundreds of years and understood human nature. It knew that this was a moment of life and death. If it did not remove the strange threads embedded in its body, it would have nowhere to run.
After struggling for a moment, it decided to use the force of Li Yao's dragging force to slam its monstrous tail on the surface of the river. Its hundred-meter-long body soared into the air and rolled back towards Li Yao.
Swish!
Yan Liren unsheathed his second primeval sword. The two swords also tangled with the two heads of the Multi-Horned Bizarre Dragon like two dragons.
Master Bitter Cicada took the opportunity to leap to the sky from the moon-white cassock. Holding the black iron staff in his hand, the eighteen prayer beads danced like shooting stars and disappeared into the Multi-Horned Bizarre Dragon's body along its broken neck like a barrage of cannons, leaving long exhaust flames behind.
Dong!
Master Bitter Cicada paused his staff in midair heavily as if it had hit the ground that was made of metal. A deafening explosion immediately burst out.
With the Buddhist staff as the center, a mysterious, complicated, dazzling, and shining rune appeared out of thin air and kept expanding. In the center of the rune, there were three "swastikas" overlapping each other. Around the rune, there were 18 Dharma Images of Gods and Buddhas in different postures.
As the eighteen Dharma Forms flashed with dazzling brilliance one by one, eighteen muffled sounds came from the Multi-Horned Strange Dragon's body. The parts of the Multi-Horned Strange Dragon that made the muffled sounds first expanded violently, as if it had swallowed eighteen iron balls. Then, it withered rapidly, as if all its bones had been removed. It turned from a powerful dragon into a big, soft worm, without any strength to fight back.
Shua!
Li Yao's molecular mica threads cut off the remaining two heads of the Multi-Horned Bizarre Dragon more than easily. Its mountain-like body fell into the Sorcerers' River and soon disappeared.
Li Yao, Yan Liren, and Master Bitter Cicada, the three top-tier Yuanying experts of the Ancient Sages Sector, joined hands. Despite the harassment of the natural forces, it was impossible for a Multi-Horned Bizarre Dragon to get away from them.
"The demon cores are here."
Li Yao intentionally burst into laughter to find an excuse for his attack. Pretending that he was greedy, he manipulated the molecular mica threads to grab the three demon cores that were spinning randomly in midair.
Li Yao raised his head and glanced around, only to discover that Master Bitter Cicada did not even bother to look at the three demon cores. Without even catching his breath, he simply stepped on his cassock and dived into the depths of the Sorcerers' River.
"What is he going to do?"
Li Yao blinked, greatly confused.
But he vaguely sensed that endless tides were sweeping over from the upper reaches of the Sorcerers' River.
It was a new peak of the flood.
Considering the fragility of the dams on the two sides, if the defense rune arrays were not repaired soon, the collision of the flood alone would be enough to collapse the dams, even without the Multi-Horned Bizarre Dragon.
"He, he can't be thinking of relying on his own strength to defeat the endless flood until the rainstorm stops, right?"
Li Yao was dumbfounded as if he had been struck by lightning. He had never expected that a person such as Master Bitter Cicada could be born in the world of ancient Cultivators.
"What are you thinking, Fellow Cultivator Spiritual Vulture?"
Looking at Master Bitter Cicada who was charging at the flood on his own on the Sorcerers' River, Yan Liren frowned and asked.
"I'm thinking."
Li Yao rolled his eyes for a long time before he said, "Brother Yan's unparalleled sword is already unbelievably fast. It is enough to slay anyone in the world.
"But I wonder, can it slay the incessant flood completely?"
"Slay the flood?"
Yan Liren scratched his bald head and looked at the other bald head in the flood. He sniffed and mumbled, "Interesting."
The overwhelming storm lasted for an entire day and night. It was not until dawn the next day that the lackluster sunlight was finally revealed in the broken morning glow.
Although the river where the Purple Pole Sword Sect was located did not suffer the tragedy of the collapse of the dam because of the efforts of Li Yao, Yan Liren, and Master Bitter Cicada, other places were not so lucky. Dam breaches large and small were happening all the time. Li Yao flew to an altitude of hundreds of meters. As far as his eyes could see, everything turned into a swamp. Only a few places on higher ground were isolated islands and 'long bridges'.
The disaster victims whose homes had been destroyed by the flood, like ants, crowded the isolated islands and the long bridges and flowed to all directions aimlessly. They became the most troublesome refugees for the court and the Cultivators.
For the court, the refugees were the greatest unstable factor.
For the Cultivators, when they were alive, the refugees who were as insignificant as ants and weeds were naturally nothing to be scared of.
However, when the ghost kings such as' Mother White Lotus' Wan Mingzhu caused trouble and absorbed the souls of the victims who died miserably in the natural disasters and added them to the army of ghouls, they would evolve into ferocious ghosts after a few battles. It was quite a headache for the Cultivators, too.
Therefore, resisting the natural disasters and appeasing the refugees were not just the responsibility of the court but also of the entire world of Cultivators.
It was especially so for the Cultivation sects that were located in the southeast in the first place.
If they were left alone, they might be caught in the fire.
Looking at the refugees in ragged clothes, whose faces were numb, and who were drifting with the tide in desperation like zombies, Li Yao did not know what to feel.
Natural disasters, such as floods, earthquakes, and tsunamis, could happen in the Xing Yao Federation, too.
However, for the Cultivators of the Xing Yao Federation, resisting natural disasters was as important as slaying devils. When one party was in trouble, all parties would come to their aid.
Even the country had its own perfect disaster relief system, which was fully operational. Not only was it impossible for the flood to wreak havoc to such an extent, but even if there were victims, they would be quickly and properly settled. They would never be left homeless or forced to flee.
While he was secretly sighing, Li Yao suddenly noticed a white shadow in the dense crowd.
It was Master Bitter Cicada.
Li Yao was full of curiosity about the mysterious' Monk Stupa '.
Last night, in order to resist the flood, he had charged into the flood time and time again. It was not until his spiritual energy ran dry and he was about to collapse that he was rescued by a few high-level Cultivators of the Purple Pole Sword Sect.
But as it turned out, after only four hours of rest, the guy had crawled out again. What was he doing among the disaster victims?
Li Yao's curiosity was greatly aroused. He landed at Master Bitter Cicada's location.
Seeing that a deity who was riding on clouds had landed, the refugees all felt ashamed and fled in all directions. They did not have the courage to approach Li Yao even though they had fallen into the dirty water.
Some of the grey-haired old men were even kowtowing at Li Yao with withered, yellow-haired children. Li Yao felt that his heart was almost broken.
With his identity as' Master Spiritual Vulture ', it was naturally inappropriate for him to play the game of' everybody is equal '. He could only accept it, frowning. Forcing himself not to look at the dirty faces, he focused his eyes on Master Bitter Cicada.
Master Bitter Cicada was mixed in the middle of the filthy disaster victims. His white monk robe was a mess, too. Even his bald head was stained with mud and filth.
But his face was still as flawless and solemn as before, as if it were glowing from inside.
He sat down cross-legged and fell into a pile of mud.
In front of him was a gargantuan, hideous head that was as large as an elephant. It was one of the heads of the 'Multi-Horned Bizarre Dragon'.
Master Bitter Cicada's prayer beads the size of fists hovered above the head of the Multi-Horned Bizarre Dragon, emitting gentle white light that infiltrated the depths of the head of the ferocious beast.
The vaguely brutal air that had been suffocating inside the head of the Multi-Horned Bizarre Dragon was gradually dissolved and dispersed under Master Bitter Cicada's silent chanting.
"He is purging the soul of a ferocious beast."
Li Yao was greatly awed. "I've long heard that the Stupa Sect values equality and that all creatures have souls. I didn't know that Master Bitter Cicada's compassion was so great that he was even purging the soul of a ferocious beast. What a great monk with the heart of a Bodhisattva."
"Alright."
While Li Yao was secretly complimenting him, Master Bitter Cicada withdrew his technique and put the eighteen prayer beads back on his shoulder. Holding the black staff, he stood up and stretched himself. Clapping his hands, he smiled and said, "The poison inside the head of the beast has been removed by this monk. It is ready to be eaten."
Then, he waved his staff. After a crack, the skull of the Multi-Horned Bizarre Dragon exploded, and its brain was spurting out.
Li Yao was rendered speechless.
The cow was too excited. With the help of his friends, the monthly votes of his book had finally reached the top fifty.
His friends were truly too awesome. The cow did not know how he should express himself. Truly, he was weeping.
To be honest, he had been very busy over the past two days. It was the first day of his son's kindergarten, and he had never left his parents' side before. After all, there were a lot of messy things that needed to be taken care of.
However, since everybody was so awesome, the cow would feel embarrassed if he found any excuses.
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