Chapter 293 - An Awkward Encounter Inside The Stargate (1/2)
On Earth, in the skies directly above Jiang He’s mansion in Jinyintan Village, the spatial ripple that the Stargate had caused when it formed had left all martial elites stunned. The old monk of the Shaolin Temple, the old Daoist of Mount Qingcheng, and the others were about to move and rush to the scene when Wang Hou quickly stopped them, saying, “Dear elders, patience.”
He then repeated what Jiang He said…
Of course, he had to replace some words and his tone since Jiang He had put it rather badly. Though Wang Hou himself did not mind since he was used to it, he was afraid that the elders present would get uncomfortable.
Still, the Void-tier elites—the old monk from Shaolin Temple, the old Daoist from Mount Qingcheng, the sloppy Daoist of Mount Wudang, the Jiang clan’s elder and the Guo clan’s elder—were left taken aback by those words…
“Reckless…”
The old Daoist of Mount Qincheng muttered, and that was when a resounding rumble echoed and everyone turned to look.
What they found was a flame brighter than the sun ejecting out of the Stargate that had barely formed.
Even from afar, the might of the explosion left them palpitating after the fact.
“It’s here!”
“It’s here!”
“Bomberman…” Cheng Dongfeng cried out in shock inside Jingdu City.
Beside him, the ears on a pudgy figure pricked up, his already small eyes narrowing to slits upon hearing the explosive echoes, and he exclaimed in shock, “A thermonuclear bomb?”
“No, no, the sound of that explosion is different.”
“But judging from the bang and the flames… the explosive yield is at least two hundred thousand tons!”
The fat self-proclaimed ‘munitions expert’ was speaking eloquently.
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Outside the Stargate, Jiang He’s eyes shifted as he slapped out with one palm. A draconic roar thundered through the air as the silhouette of a golden dragon flew, knocking the flames back into the Stargate.
In the air above Lingzhou City, there was a twitch in Elder Guo’s look as he exclaimed in shock, “The Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms?”
The old Shaolin monk and Elder Jiang all turned towards Elder Guo then, saying, “Is that Jiang He your brother?”
Elder Guo shook his head, looking baffled.
He did not even pass down the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms to his own clan disciples. How did that youth learn it?
Nearby, Wang Hou quietly said, “Perhaps… he had created it himself.”
He did not dare to believe it himself, and so, had to stiffen himself right then. “The truth is that Jiang He is quite adept at creating martial techniques on his own. Aside from Elder Guo’s Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, he had also developed a body shielding technique that looked like a cross between the Shaolin Temple’s Indestructible Diamond and Golden Bell Shade along with something similar to Dragon Elephant Prajna.”
Being an honest and frank person, Elder Guo exclaimed in awe at those words, “Are there actually such wonders in this world?”
However, the old Shaolin monk and the old Mount Qincheng Daoist clearly doubted it…
“Minister Wang is right.”
That was when a voice reached them as the white-clothed guru arrived walking on air, smiling. “Jiang He is really good at creating cultivation techniques and I’ve seen the Dragon Elephant Prajna he created. It is superior in both potential and power compared to my sect’s own Dragon Elephant Prajna.”
Everyone turned toward the white-clothed guru with baffled looks.
Was he from the Tantra Sect?
When did such an elite like him appeared among the Tantra Sect?
Weren’t everyone in the Tantra Sect lamas?
On the other hand, this person had that shoulder-length hair, scorn on his face and a folding fan between his fingers…
The white-clothed guru was not bothered to explain much to the others either… these old men shared no common ground with himself, since he was 200 years older than Elder Guo, who was the oldest among the others…
After a long silence, everyone looked up toward the horizon.
Up in the skies, Jiang He was sitting cross-legged just outside the Stargate and munching on sunflower seeds. Then, getting a little thirsty, he flew back inside his house and took out a pot of Big Red Robe.
There was not one bit of impatience or worry on his face.
Why rush?
Would the Sky Demon legion not come if he was worried?
As for the Doom Shrooms…
Throwing those now was too early since there was not even a whiff of the Sky Demon legion.
The Doom Shroom just now was just a test.
He had to ensure the stability of the Stargate so he wouldn’t blow it up directly when he threw hundreds of Doom Shrooms inside. When that happens, he certainly could stop the Sky Demon legion from coming, but…