Chapter 115: Yet You Still Dare to Fight Back
After watching his “talent and hard work” go off to research how to upgrade the [Yama Hall], Lu Yang glanced at the battlefield again, feeling somewhat unsatisfied.
“A pity. It won’t be possible to have such battle results again in a short time.”
After all, one had escaped.
After that person fled back, he would definitely report his situation. In this way, the Buddhist cultivators likely wouldn’t rashly gather to deal with him again.
“Tianhe greets the Perfected One!”
Just as Lu Yang put away the Myriad Spirits Banner, Qin Tianhe scurried over eagerly. Just like before, he bowed respectfully without another word.
Lu Yang could only smile helplessly upon seeing this.
Unlike the time at the Equilibrium Sea, he wasn’t a real Foundation Establishment Perfected One after all. If he just accepted it by default, it would be very troublesome if he were exposed later.
Therefore, he said decisively, “Senior Brother has misunderstood.”
“I am Lu Yang, a newly promoted Direct Disciple, not a Foundation Establishment Perfected One.”
“…Lu Yang.”
Qin Tianhe was instantly stunned upon hearing this. He had previously discussed this name with his good friend Xu Xin, but wasn’t that a newcomer who had just become a Direct Disciple?
At this moment, the clever brain of a Saint Sect disciple began to spin frantically.
First, rule out the possibility that he wasn’t a Foundation Establishment Perfected One. After all, with this kind of strength, killing Qi Refining cultivators was like cutting grass. Who would believe you if you said you weren’t a Foundation Establishment Perfected One?
I understand!
What “newly promoted Direct Disciple”? It was clearly an identity specially hidden and disguised by a Foundation Establishment Perfected One specifically for this Dao Seizing War!
The person before him should be the reincarnation of a Saint Sect Perfected One, deliberately wearing a skin and changing to a new identity just to bully the small with the big in this Dao Seizing War, ensuring that the Saint Sect could stand out in the Dao Seizing War… Insidious, truly too insidious! Worthy of being a Perfected One of my Saint Sect!
Looking at Qin Tianhe whose expression was constantly changing, Lu Yang felt a bit strange. “What are you thinking about?”
As soon as these words came out, Qin Tianhe instantly shivered, then hurriedly shook his head. “No! Nothing! The Perfected One is wise and mighty; this disciple admires you immensely.”
Lu Yang waved his hand again. “I’ve told you, I am not a Perfected One.”
Qin Tianhe nodded hurriedly upon hearing this. “Right, right, right, not a Perfected One. My Saint Sect didn’t send a Perfected One in at all. Please rest assured, I understand!”
Bastard, what did you understand?
Lu Yang shook his head. Just as he wanted to speak again, he suddenly frowned. His Divine Sense felt something, and he looked up towards the distant horizon—
Rumble!
A magnificent sound echoed, like ten thousand armies beating drums or angry thunder rolling through the sky. It was as if something that exceeded a certain limit was rapidly approaching.
Immediately afterward, a golden light rose slowly at the end of the horizon.
The golden light traversed the ground, crossing a distance of a thousand li almost in a single leap. It instantly shone before Lu Yang, then split abruptly, revealing layers of light and shadow.
Immediately afterward, Buddhist cultivators with solemn and precious appearances walked out from within the light and shadow. Some held Zen staffs, some wore kasayas, some had prayer beads around their necks, and some held golden alms bowls. All of them had strange appearances: some had three heads and six arms, some had Dharma Eyes on their foreheads. They arranged themselves in the air just like that.
In the next second, more than a hundred Buddhist cultivators spoke in unison:
“Amitabha!”
Four characters. Each character sounded like a thunderclap exploding in the air. Rolling thunder sounds echoed with a boom, crashing towards the two like a tidal wave!
“Ugh!”
Qin Tianhe’s face turned slightly pale. The Buddhist Thunder Sound Technique grew stronger with more people. With so many Buddhist cultivators speaking simultaneously, it was enough to cause him significant impact.
However, at this moment, Lu Yang suddenly took a step forward. His Divine Sense, transformed by the Silkworm Secret, didn’t fear the whistling thunder sound and Buddha chant at all. With one step and a sweep of his Divine Sense, all Buddhist sounds instantly dissipated upon entering the three-foot space around his body, as if they had never appeared.
For a time, facing a hundred enemies alone, Lu Yang remained calm and composed.
On the contrary, after seeing Lu Yang, Guang Hui, the Buddhist cultivator leading this trip, muttered in his heart… Didn’t you say there were dozens to a hundred people?
“Guang Ming?”
Guang Hui turned his head, only to see Guang Ming looking awkward, not walking forward at all but instead trying to drill to the back. Rolling his eyes, Guang Hui instantly understood.
False military intelligence again?
“…Trash!”
Guang Hui cursed in a low voice, then looked at Lu Yang again. Although Guang Ming had caused them to mobilize a large force, it was a happy accident.
If the opponent could truly defeat Guang Ming and the dozen or so Buddhist cultivators under his command single-handedly, then if his side underestimated the enemy and only brought twenty or thirty people, they might not necessarily be able to take him down… But now, with the one hundred and eight Buddhist cultivators of the [Dragon Legion] gathered, it should be absolutely safe.
Thinking of this, Guang Hui suddenly smiled. “This Benefactor, how about we make a deal?”
“…Deal?”
“Correct.” Guang Hui pointed his finger at Qin Tianhe and continued, “As long as the Benefactor hands over that demon head behind you, you may leave on your own.”
—This was naturally nonsense.
It was just that in Guang Hui’s view, although Qin Tianhe was far inferior to Lu Yang, he still had stature enhancement. If the two joined forces, they might have a slim chance of survival.
However, there had never been any solidarity among demon heads. Facing his pressure, it was highly likely he would choose to sell out his sect member. Similar things had happened before. So Guang Hui wanted to use this method to trick Lu Yang. If he could divide him and Qin Tianhe, that would be best.
However, Lu Yang sneered after listening.
Frankly speaking, if he were truly facing a desperate situation where selling out a teammate could allow him to escape with his life, he wouldn’t mind doing so. “Better a dead Daoist friend than a dead poor Daoist,” after all.
But the premise had to be a desperate situation.
“You all are still far from it.”
Lu Yang shook his head and waved his sleeve, smiling. “Since you’ve come, there’s no need to leave today. I happen to need talents like you all.”
Guang Hui frowned slightly upon hearing this. “Benefactor is alone, yet you insist on fighting like a trapped beast?”
“Who is the trapped beast is hard to say.”
As his voice fell, Guang Hui’s pupils shrank abruptly. He subconsciously looked up at the surroundings, only to see that black mist had begun floating in the originally clear sky at some point.
Clang clang—!
The black mist surged, and the sound of armor colliding rang incessantly. Soon, armored ghost soldiers and generals paced out one by one, looking at the group of Buddhist cultivators.
Some people even saw the figures of previously fallen Buddhist cultivators inside.
“Junior Brother Yuan Jue?”
“Junior Brother Yuan Hao is also there!”
“What is that!?”
Rumble!
An earthquake-like sound spread out. That was the loud noise made by thousands of shaman ghosts stepping in unison, encompassing everything in the sky and on earth!
Although the [Dragon Legion] Guang Hui brought this time were elites—one hundred and eight Buddhist cultivators, the weakest being in the Middle Stage of Qi Refining—what surrounded them at this moment were tens of thousands of shaman ghosts! From the Initial Stage of Qi Refining to the Great Perfection of Qi Refining, everything was there. It was simply like a small-scale sect!
What the hell is this thing!?
“W-Wait, Benefactor…”
Before Guang Hui could finish speaking, soaring shouts of killing drowned out his voice. Monstrous Yin Baleful Qi even obscured the sky-filling Buddha Light.
Beside Lu Yang, the figure of Patriarch Nether Whisper appeared again, looking helpless:
“Didn’t I say not to disturb me?”
“Apologies, Patriarch.”
Lu Yang also shook his head. “After all, I didn’t expect… that after being killed by me once, instead of running away, these bald donkeys would still dare to fight back against me.”
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