Chapter 352: An Origin Dao Blow (1/2)
It was because of Donglin Taihuang that Qing Yu was forced to hide herself from the world; the sight of the man made Lu Yun’s blood boil with fury. There was no way he could hold back his anger at all.
If not for the tiny shred of reason he had left, he would’ve immediately called upon the last use of the celestial emperor’s corpse puppet and smacked the odious man to death. Still, he had no plans of letting Donglin Taihuang go.
The Black Emperor fired an uninterrupted volley of energy blasts at the Donglin genius.
“Are you crazy, man? Stop, stop!” Qing Yunhe roared with panic as he danced around the space, attempting to avoid becoming collateral damage.
He didn’t know what the strange cannon was, but he could feel its threatening lethality against dao immortals. It was potentially even more vicious than a weapon of war!
If the cannon were deployed at maximum power, Donglin Taihuang stood a good chance of losing his life.
Who was Donglin Taihuang?
The brightest genius of the Donglin Clan—nay, the entire world!
His entire clan held him up as its dearest treasure. The first ever natural-born immortal in contemporary times, he was above even Yue Longsha and Zhu Yan. He had reached the arcane dao immortal realm at less than a hundred years of age. If he was to die here, the Donglin Clan would go on an unmitigated rampage!
Considering their tyrannical arrogance, they would absolutely kill everyone who’d entered the dragon tomb. Even the majors’ imperial courts weren’t deterrent enough.
Boom—
Boom—
Boom—
Ray after ray of white light exploded from the barrel of the Black Emperor, tracking Donglin Taihuang’s movements and trying to score a fatal hit.
However, the Donglin scion seemed to have a strange power protecting him. Though the weapon inflicted grave injuries and pummelled mouthfuls of blood out of him, it didn’t endanger his life in the least.
Meanwhile, the recoil from the cannon also caused Situ Zong to stagger backwards. Fresh blood welling out of his mouth bore testament to his injuries as well. If he hadn’t refined the connate-grade Pelagic Orb, the tremendous recoil of the cannon would’ve already shattered his veins, meridians, and spirit—and even expelled his dao fruit.
“I understand why young lord Qing Han told me to refine the orb now. Not to kill our enemies, but to save my life!” Situ Zong chuckled ruefully. After refining the Pelagic Orb, he’d begun uninterrupted service as Lu Yun’s trusty limber. [1] Wherever Lu Yun pointed, he aimed.
“Thirty percent won’t do, huh? Let’s go with one hundred then!” Lu Yun didn’t care about what Situ Zong thought. Intently focused on Donglin Taihuang’s stocky form, he flared with murderous determination.
“Don’t get too excited!” Qing Yunhe and the youth with the sword aura hurriedly came up to him. They’d seen enough already; although Situ Zong carried the Black Emperor, Lu Yun was the real man behind the trigger.
“The fabric of space here can’t possibly survive the force of these blows. A few more shots and you’ll tear this place apart! All of us will die!” Qing Han’s brother spoke in a curt, decisive tone. He was very worried that Lu Yun would do something unwittingly suicidal.
“All of us will die?” Lu Yun blinked, then grinned widely. “Perfect. Death is just what I ordered!”
Rumble!
A vicious contortion of space heralded the entrance of an inky-black ship slowly gliding out from the aether.
The Divine Glory!
Wrapped in black smoke all over, the boat looked like a ghost ship from hell.
After plundering the North Sea Dragon Palace, Lu Yun and his envoys used many of the materials he’d acquired to upgrade the ship once more. After its latest round of refurbishment, the Divine Glory was about as good as a fortress ship could possibly get.