The Empress's No.1 Lackey

Chapter 1017 - 570: Senior, Please Show Yourself!

"Put down the butcher’s knife, become a Buddha instantly!"

In the moonlit long street, Monk Guangyuan faced the bizarre and cunning slash of Lang Shiba with a smile on his face.

His prosperous and plump face, thick lips moved slightly.

With each word he uttered, a swastika appeared and then extinguished at the center of his brow. In the cold night, an invisible mental force spread out.

Lang Shiba’s drunken eyes briefly lost focus, his mind was unsettled. In that instant, all the murderous intent in his heart was collected. Memories from decades of his life, filled with regret, surged into his mind, giving him a strong desire to become a monk, as if he no longer had any worldly attachments.

"No good, it’s a Buddhist mantra." From a distance, Zhao Douan felt a sinking feeling in his heart. The materials he had read recorded that the Buddhist sect had a type of mage, specializing in verbal skills, their verbal prowess unrivaled. He hadn’t expected this monk to also practice such soul-disturbing methods... Damn, the information in the Archival Repository of the Imperial Court is indeed outdated and incomplete.

Lang Shiba’s mind was lost; although he did not drop the curved saber, the strike he raised halted in mid-air.

Taking advantage of this moment, Monk Guangyuan wielded his staff, swinging it with great force down towards Lang Shiba’s head!

If this staff landed directly, even if the skull didn’t crack, it would cause severe injury!

Yet almost simultaneously, it sounded like the low rumble Zhao Douan had once heard when a fighter jet flew over his head in his past life.

A flying sword shrouded in blue light came whistling in.

Guangyuan was startled, his movement paused, and suddenly a thick golden bell expanded around him.

"Ding!"

The flying sword collided with the golden bell, sending ripples spreading outward.

Lang Shiba was awakened by the sound, his eyes instantly cleared, and he was shocked, feeling a breeze coming from behind.

From the white cuff of a robe-clad Yu Xiu, a slender white arm reached out, grabbed Lang Shiba’s shoulder with one hand, and tossed him into the distance. The Daoist Suroo said, "You deal with those monk soldiers. Leave this thief to me."

Yu Xiu, being a slim and slender woman, displayed frightening strength with a lift and a throw.

After casting Lang Shiba towards the monk soldiers wielding sticks, the female Daoist flashed, leaving a shadow, and retreated a dozen yards.

The spot where she had stood was smashed down by the staff, with a boom that created a crack on the ground extending three feet under the increasing momentum.

Zhao Douan grinned, gaining a new appreciation for Yu Xiu’s body skill. The Daoist nun maneuvering the flying sword indeed had extraordinary body skill. If she hadn’t dodged, wouldn’t her head have been shattered?

"Ding ding ding—" Yu Xiu floated backward, her toes lightly tapping on the tiles of a nearby house, her form falling. Her hands formed seals, her eyes glowing blue, controlling the flying sword from afar to attack Guangyuan with the speed and force of a storm from various angles.

The fat-headed, big-eared monk had no choice but to both uphold the golden bell and swing the staff like a wheel, unable to focus on anything else, while shouting, "Release the tiger!"

Upon hearing this, the monk soldiers holding plaques on the left and right exchanged glances, suddenly exerting force.

The plaque of the temple, bearing the incense of a century, cracked in the center, and Buddha Light burst forth from the fissure. A tiger as massive as a hill, its entire body composed of black and white fur, with a high-arched back and eyes like large lamps, a massive black "king" character on its brow, leaped out.

The temple guardian tiger landed on all fours, stretched its body, and its joints emitted crackling sounds like exploding beans.

Then it raised its tiger head, opened its mouth, and roared, a piercing gale sweeping the long street, causing everyone’s mind to waver.

They felt the innate human fear of mighty beasts!

"What a big cat..." Zhao Douan grabbed, and a Fearless Stick appeared in his hand. Holding this stick, the fear in his heart rapidly vanished.

He grinned, looking at the Wild God [Mountain Lord] crouching in the street, peering downward with its yellow giant eyes, feeling an intense suppression in cultivation.

This similar sensation, the last time he felt it was in Yongjia City, during a battle with the Southwest "Skinny Tiger" Zhao Shixiong.

"What an incredible Wild God." Zhong Pan praised, his gaze calm as he said, "Divine beings cannot be killed; even Wild Gods are similar. I will subdue it, but fear not to take action, be careful yourself."

Zhao Douan eagerly handed over the Fearless Stick: "Will you use this, senior brother?"

The Little Heavenly Master smiled gently, did not take the stick, but stepped forward, slowly drawing the blood-red wide sword from his back, as large as a door panel.

Zhong Pan walked steadily, exuding a calm and confident aura that naturally flowed out, filling the long street.

The fear born from the roar dissipated completely among the crowd.

The large sword in the hands of the Little Heavenly Master flickered with indistinct characters, while the pitch-black priest robe fluttered softly in the gale.

The Mountain Lord Divine Tiger seemed to sense a great threat, its needle-like fur standing on end, arched back, and its iron-whip-like tail anxiously swept sideways.

"Beast, fight with me!"

Zhong Pan laughed aloud, his tall figure shot forward like a cannonball, forcefully sending the massive Mountain Lord flying.

A man and a tiger, like a storm, swept through the monk soldiers, flew into the distance, and slammed into the city wall, making the ground tremble.

Such monstrous strength... they were supposed to be weak magicians, yet each one was fiercer than the other? Zhao Douan clicked his tongue, first with Yu Xiu tossing Lang Shiba as if picking vegetables, then Zhong Pan grappling with the Wild God.

He turned, his gaze intensely fixed on the Jin Jian in the form of a maiden, thinking: Doesn’t Little Jinzi also have the Vajra Barbie form?

"Cough... cough cough..."

But before he could imagine more, weak coughing reached his ears.

Zhao Douan, along with Jin Jian and Ji Yue, gathered together, looked toward the sound, and saw the tall, thin monk ahead carrying a bowl with one hand while pressing a fist against his lips, making coughing sounds.

Kongzhu...

This Buddhist mage, remarkably silent throughout, stood in stark contrast to Guangyuan. Thin as a ghost, his large red robe seemed to hang on a clothing rod, fluttering and swaying.