280 Snatching Food From a Tigers Mouth! (2/2)
Even the Sect Lord of the Galactic Dusk Sect, the crimson-robed youth at the perfected Core Formation realm, displayed his first signs of alarm. He tried to escape at full speed. He even wielded the ninth-grade Dharmic Armament in his hand and tried to slash the mist in halves. However, while the Dharmic Armament might be powerful, the mist was fluid and changeable, and it had the ability to teleport anything!
The explosion of hundreds of Mystic Trace Beads wasn't something to be trifled with!
The Mystic Trace Fog contained within them was voluminous. Deep underground in the cavern, unless one was a Nascent Soul and was able to teleport away… he would be cornered with nowhere to go!
In a blink of an eye, the entire cavern was filled with rolling wave-like mist. It blanketed the entire area. The mist enveloped everyone—be it the Galactic Dusk Sect Lord, the black-robed man who was a tree-turned-man, or anyone else.
The mist that Wang Baole had adapted for his own use had no source. It erupted swiftly and dispersed equally swiftly… After it had dispersed, neither hide nor hair of the Five Generation Sky Clan Core Formation realm cultivators, the Galactic Dusk Sect elders, or their Sect Lord could be found in the cavern…
They were powerless against the mist. Every single one of them was teleported away…
Only the tree and its giant hanging fruit, as well as a flabbergasted black-robed man, remained standing.
Everything had happened too quickly. A moment ago, they had still been at each others' throats, fighting for their own gains. A single misstep would have resulted in a full-blown fight. The next moment, the people who had been fighting with him for the fruit had all vanished.
The Mystic Trace Fog? The black-robed man was stunned and lifted his head towards the entrance of the cavern. Wang Baole walked in with a calm expression on his face.
Wang Baole narrowed his eyes at the giant tree that hadn't been transported away by the mist. He wasn't too surprised. The mist was only effective against outsiders. The giant tree could be considered a native of the moon.
”Wang Baole…” The black-robed man stared at Wang Baole, then narrowed his eyes. He started to laugh. There was a hint of madness to his laughter, a hint of mad glee as well as an unprecedented excitement. He could hardly describe the excitement he was feeling right now. He raised his right hand, intending to destroy Wang Baole with a single blow.
He did not care whether Wang Baole lived or died. As a token of his gratitude though, he was willing to send him on his way.
Wang Baole remained unfazed as the black-robed man raised his hand. The former said casually, ”Awaken!”
Wang Baole activated the green lotus inside him as he spoke the word. Instantly, from deep down underground, a roar thundered and traveled through the ground. Its loudness surpassed the snoring, shaking the heavens and the earth. It sent a tremor through the entire Mystic Luna Realm. Even those outside could hear it clearly, and countless people were shaken to their core at that instant!
At the same moment, the Galactic Dusk Sect Lord had been transported to a lowland on the visible side of the moon. The crimson-robed youth let out a furious howl as soon as he reappeared.
”Damn it, what the hell happened!” He was furious. He knew that even if he were to rush over right now, it would be too late. All his ploys, all that preparation, withstanding the pressure from the Federation and risking it all for something that would be considered mutiny, breaking everything down for the giant tree and persuading it to share the fruit…
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The Galactic Dusk Sect Lord thought about the sacrifices he had made—those he had made in order to execute this entire thing and those that awaited him in the future—and was driven absolutely mad with rage. He was almost tempted to destroy his own Dharmic Armament and awaken the Night Immortal King. Since he couldn't have what he wanted, others shouldn't dream of having it either.
He held his Dharmic Armament, but he was unable to destroy it… not for the lack of ability… but because of fear!
If he had gotten the fruit, it would have been worth the price of awakening the Night Immortal King. As long as he attained the Nascent Soul realm, everything would be resolved. He would have been able to change the current situation in the Federation!
However, now… the fruit was beyond his reach. If he simply left without doing anything more, it was still possible to save his sect. The Galactic Dusk Sect would inevitably be punished, but the penalty would be light. However, if he made any further moves and awakened the Night Immortal King, he wouldn't only lose the fruit but also make enemies of everyone in the Federation. It would no longer be a simple matter of light punishment. The price he had to pay might cripple his entire sect. They would be persecuted fiercely by all the other political forces in the Federation!
His feelings of powerlessness, fear, and raging fury reddened his eyes. He ground his teeth and whirled around, growling inwardly as he sped away.
I'm going to find out who exactly has the audacity to do this. What kind of grudge he has against me… to ruin my path towards the Nascent Soul realm at such a critical moment!