417 Quaking Mountains (2/2)

Swiftly, he pushed both of his hands out. Ripples began spreading, grinding the boulders and soil into dust everywhere that it passed.

Clang!

A long sword came out of nowhere, piercing the ripples and instantly dispersing them.

The one wielding the sword was yet another masked man. He donned the mask of the Star of Northern Dipper from plays.

He whipped about as his killing intent engulfed Wei Gao from all sides. Every strike made the eunuch shudder and soon, he was on the losing end.

The remaining guards and monks quickly surrounded Zhao Qian to protect him. One tried to release a signal to request for assistance from the Exterior masters of Ying City.

Right then, the blades in the guards' hands sprung up as if they had come to life. In some sort of crazed dance, they stabbed the hearts and throats of their wielders and the bodies of the monks next to them.

Painful screeches ripped through the air as the guards and monks collapsed one after another.

A poised and honorable woman riding on a golden cloud appeared from around the mountain. She tapped away with her blade-like fingers, the white Qi around her surging in all directions. The guards and monks collapsed as if she was removing weeds from a garden. Nobody could get near the Crown Prince nor could anyone release a distress signal.

The woman was wearing a mask as well—Golden Emperor Queen Mother of the West!

Zhao Qian, suddenly embroiled in an ambush, was at a loss of what to do. He suddenly spotted a black figure. Devil Qi circled all around him, making it impossible to perceive what was shrouded within. Zhao Qian could feel nothing but a terrifying evil from the figure.

The devil-like shadow grabbed Zhao Qian and a soundless demonic roar immediately struck his Vital Spirit.

A golden dot appeared on Zhao Qian's mid-brows, carrying an inexplicable solemnness to it. With a power that resembled God descending upon the world, it countered the demonic roar.

The trembling mountains seemed to stop for a brief moment as he swiftly drew his long sword. It was none other than the sword art from the Book of Shocking the World.

Sword light flashed, appearing to suppress Devil Qi. It gradually dissipated to reveal the figure it had been concealing—another masked man, this time in the guise of the Mahesvara who had turned his back on Devil Lord and sided with the Celestial Court in the past!

Its supreme art had never been handed down and thus no one knew what it was. The same went for the Myths, who had no choice but to use other Divine Skills in its place.

The sword clashed with the two claws and was suddenly stuck to them. All the force the sword possessed was magically sucked into the 'demonic shadow' like water from streams converging into the sea.

Zhao Qian could also feel all his genuine Qi gushing out of his body. Even his blood, flesh, and bones seemed to have a will of their own and desperately tried to go to the enemy.

Faced with such a bizarre change and a terrifying Half-step expert, Zhao Qian was mired in a hopeless situation. He was on the verge of being sucked dry and turning into a mummified corpse.

However, the Book of Shocking the World wasn't to be trivialized. Eunuch Wei Gao had obtained immense strength after practicing only a small part of it. In a life-and-death situation, the genuine Qi in Zhao Qian's body transformed into several ripples. Disregarding the possible consequences on his body, they dispersed the Devil Qi using powerful vibrations and cut off the sucking force.

Just then, the demonic shadow eerily cackled. The genuine Qi suddenly changed and Zhao Qian felt himself plunged into a state of extreme bliss! It felt multiple times better than when he had women doting on him!

His genitals engorged and tears and mucus began flowing down his face from the amazing feeling. He looked like he was on the brink of collapsing and dying. His flesh, blood, bones, and genuine Qi couldn't be controlled any longer as they began flowing toward the demonic shadow.

He had barely gotten the faintest taste of Extreme Bliss of Heaven and Demon!

”Amitabha...”

”Just as I've heard...”

Buddha's light emerged from within Zhao Qian's Vital Spirit at that critical moment. A Buddha's relic with a colorful glaze surfaced at his mid-brows, holding his blood and flesh in place. The blissful feeling vanished and tranquility filled the surroundings, preventing the Skyscraping Devil from invading it.

Seizing his chance, Zhao Qian released the distress signal.

The secret object fired into the air, tearing through layers of smoke and fog before exploding mid-air into a golden-colored exotic flower.

It dissipated the haze that had kept their activity concealed at the same time. The crowd at the nearby Happycloud Heights became alert to the things happening on the mountain.

”The Crown Prince? The Myths?” Slivery-badge Arrester Qian Kai, who had been in the midst of a conversation with Meng Qi, fixed his eyes on the mountain. Horrified, he instantly leaped up and out to their rescue.

He Jiu's expression suggested his thirst for battle and inexplicable joy. Together with Gongyang Hao, he embodied his Sword Qi and flew toward the Misty Rain Mountain.

Meng Qi couldn't quite make out what was going on at the mountain at his current level of strength, but he had heard Qian Kai's mumbles.

”'The Myths ambushed the Crown Prince?” The corner of his lips twitched a little, though one couldn't tell for sure if it was in shock or delight. ”Could they also believe that the True Emperor Seal is with the Crown Prince?”

”Will Prince Jin interfere?”

”Could he be related to the Myths? Their attack is so sudden and resolute. Unless they've confirmed that it's not with Zhao Yi either...”

”What a show, to watch as they mutilate each other...”

”Hm? The Myths have Exterior masters? So why was Old Zhong the only one who made the attack in the Valley of Unkempt Tombs, allowing Sikong Tu to escape?”

Meng Qi gazed into the distance as various thoughts filled his head. Despite his uncertainty, he felt a rush of excitement of watching things from the sidelines.

All things had to come to an end and the same went for the Party of Happlycloud. The entire place was quiet. When Meng Qi scanned his surroundings, he saw only a few servants remaining.

”All the masters have left...”

”All the masters have left!” He suddenly realized something as he recalled Wang Siyuan's reminder.

A disaster would befall him soon!

Clang! He unsheathed his long saber.

His surroundings started to melt into a pitch-black darkness out of the blue.

Wolf King?