642 The Fight over the Divine Weapon (2/2)
”One rests in his home and a treasure abruptly falls from the heavens.
”If one doesn't accept the gift that the heavens have sent, one would suffer the consequences!”
The long-lost divine weapon was an extraordinary artifact capable of direct absorption. While speaking, the black-robed man extended his right hand. The hand exploded in size, turning into an immense palm that grasped at the zither.
”The Oracle of the Covenant!” Ruan Bogao's consciousness trembled and he nearly failed to block the nine-fingered man's attack. Neither did he manage to use his zither tune to affect his surroundings in time.
The black-robed man with decayed breath was none other than the Oracle of the Covenant of Luo Denomination, a peak Exterior expert who ranked fifth on the Black List and 26th on the Terrestrial Rankings.
It was his duty as the overseer of Luo Denomination's affairs in River East to come here for a look when the Ruan clan was going all out this time. He did not expect to see the Zither of Limbo falling from the sky, and in a condition of deep sleep at that. Since it was an item that he could get, naturally he would not let it slip out of his hands.
With a strange smile, the Oracle of the Covenant stretched his immense palm toward the zither without any hesitation.
His fingers were inches away from the zither. Out of nowhere, an item appeared in front of his palm. It was a shabby alms bowl.
Clang!
The alms bowl emitted a crisp sound. A simple, honest-looking monk with a thieving glint in his eyes was hovering in midair as he saluted the Oracle with one hand. ”Amitabha. I desperately need this item to win back what I've lost. I humbly request that you give it to me in the name of charity.”
”Friar Jiedu, I'll give you another item to recoup your losses!” Though the Oracle was stronger than the monk, he did not want to get caught in a battle with the latter. He made a prompt decision to entice the monk with something else instead.
The monk looked conflicted. ”How can I let greed blind me in front of so many staring eyes? I'd be better off obtaining the Zither of Limbo and trading a treasure for it with the Ruan clan.”
”So you'll let greed blind you if no one is looking?” The Oracle had yet to meet such a shameless monk. He was so mad that he nearly spat blood. He unleashed his skill and the image of God appeared behind him. The two-headed and six-armed God was holding a White Lotus Book. The entire sky was filled with the drifting sounds of scripture to combat Friar Jiedu. The Zither of Limbo began to fly on a track that deviated from Langya.
Seeing the ferocious battles that the four grandmasters were locked in, the remaining masters began to make a move to snatch the zither.
This was their chance!
With only the Master of the Ruan clan staying behind to guard the grand formation, the other Peerless Master Pros flew out of Langya and charged straight into the sky.
The activation of the final trick of the Ruan clan required the ability of grandmasters.
Right at this moment, five Blue-blooded People materialized in midair. Behind their leader was a Dharma Form in the shape of a sword condensed out of countless fluttering bugs. The leader, emitting the breath of a Peerless Master Pro, arrogantly said,
”Those who are beneath the level of grandmaster, who among you dare to come near?”
The masters harboring ulterior motives instantly stopped in their tracks upon hearing these words.
”That's right! The Blue-blooded People can manipulate water. Without the realm of a grandmaster and a skill that can restrain their ability, death is certain when faced with Blue-blooded People at the same level. This isn't a numbers game. Moreover, there are currently two Blue-blooded People in the peak of the Exterior realm in the air. If we go forward to snatch the zither, wouldn't it be the same as throwing our lives away?”
No matter how precious the treasure was, it was not worth their lives!
They exchanged looks and realized none of them possessed a skill, secret technique, or treasure to restrain the Blue-blooded People. Even if there were those ranked in the Black List among them, they were not grandmasters. They had no choice but to give up their dream of obtaining the zither and retreat. This even caused slight hesitation in the Peerless Master Pros of the Ruan clan. Without preparation, few could embrace the possibility of death with ease.
The leader of the Blue-blooded People laughed heartily.
”What a bunch of cowards!”
He turned around to retrieve the zither.
Over on the west hill of Langya, Wang Siyuan's expression changed from a pale white to a withered yellow. He rose to his feet and unsheathed his sword.
What he had been waiting for was finally here!
”Young Master!” His servant girl was appalled and inconsolable.
Wang Siyuan smiled at her. ”Don't worry. I'm currently lacking water in my Five Elements.”
”What a bunch of cowards!” When these words entered the ears of the Peerless Master Pros of the Ruan clan, they saw red and their breathing turned haggard. They exchanged looks and saw in each other's eyes the determination to succeed even at the cost of their lives.
Just as they were preparing to make their moves, they heard a crisp clanging sound as if a long saber was being unsheathed.
Chink!
Dragon's Cry resounded in everyone's ears as if something terrifying had broken free of its binds.
An incredibly splendid purple ripped the vast sky open and engulfed the Dharma Form of the leader of the Blue-blooded People.
Bang, bang, bang!
The explosive sounds of collision rang out incessantly. A Blue-blooded figure with translucent skin flew out from the rays of light. His body was worn-out as if it was a ball of water that had been jabbed countless times. It was a pathetic sight.
The long saber catapulted upward as the sound of thunder filled the entire sky. The saber then condensed into a sharp point.
Kaboom!
The saber fell. In the middle of the void somewhere, the strong and boundless sound of thunder covered half the sky domineeringly. It submerged the four remaining Blue-blooded Exterior experts.
Kaboom!
The sea of thunder disappeared, leaving only a single Blue-blooded master in the air. The Dharma Form behind him turned into a vortex and his body was withered and dried as if he was thoroughly dehydrated.
He despaired at the sight before him, unable to answer the questions in his mind.
”How is this possible?
”Impossible!
”How could water manipulation be ineffective against them?”
Nearby, the black-clothed Meng Qi stood proudly in the void with his saber in hand. With the corner of his mouth curved, he bared his white teeth as he said,
”You coward! Do you have still anyone else coming to your aid? I can take down 10 of them!”