Chapter 1246

The sunset was crimson gold.

"Open the door."

"Yes——"

The treasure vault's great door towered high, its entire body of brass, unadorned, smooth and gleaming, radiant.

On the small open space ahead, the steward, Su Hebalu, Gamachi Lie, and the two keepers of the E'nanhe King's treasury keys—five in total—were all present.

One Tiger Hunter, four Entering Zhen Xiang.

After verifying the E'nanhe King's seal and hand letter, as well as the identity tokens of the Sick Tiger and the Upper Master, stamping left traces, the two keepers exchanged a glance, inserted the keys, and finally the steward, trembling, pressed the seal, opening the vault door.

Heart pounding, fine sweat beading on his forehead, the Wang Fu steward repeatedly swallowed saliva.

He had heard nothing of what happened on the frontline at Shuofang Terrace, only knowing that now, one of the Eight Beasts, the Sick Tiger, together with a Great Snow Mountain Upper Master, bearing the king's seal, had come to inspect the treasury within the mansion.

The Sick Tiger of the Eight Beasts.

Any one of the Eight Beasts would do.

But it was Shuofang Terrace's most solid shield, Ningting's sharpest spear, one who never lightly left Shuofang Terrace—if no major matter had occurred, how could this great figure be alarmed?

Especially the "Upper Master" who lagged half a step behind the Sick Tiger, calling himself "Venerable," causing hearts to tremble with fear——

If the Wang Fu treasury truly had trouble, my sin deserves ten thousand deaths!

Inside the great door, gears turned, mechanisms sprang.

Hearing the sound, the steward's lifted heart trembled along with the three-zhang-high great door, and thereafter the door slowly shifted inward.

"Ga ga ga——"

A narrow white light squeezed out from the door crack, widening from narrow to broad.

Su Hebalu suddenly stepped half a pace forward, one palm thrusting open the great door, light bursting forth like a flood.

The door wind stirred, no dust raised.

Spotless, utterly clean.

Bright daylight shone through the treasury, fan-shaped and spread open, the E'nanhe King's Wang Fu treasury expansive and tidy, like a hall specially cleaned, utterly unlike imagination.

"Not here."

Gamachi Lie frowned.

He turned back.

But saw the steward collapsed on the ground, eyes wide with terror, forefinger pointing forward. Overwhelming psychological pressure choked his throat, mouth open, gasping "heh heh," the two key keepers likewise unable to hide their shock, souls lost.

Thoughts like lightning, piercing the mist.

The Sick Tiger Su Hebalu's pupils twitched, he reversed grip on his blade.

No.

It's not that it's absent.

It's that it has already come!

"Liang Qing, now! Charge."

In the Ze State, the old toad bit a mouthful of fresh treasure plant, rode "Bu Neng Dong," seized the wooden horn, and rose upright like a crocodile.

"Bu Neng Dong"'s double horns shot forth two dazzling green lights, leaping across the Ze State, merging into the "

Fat Fish" lurking in the dark corner.

Divine Ability【Qingmu Shengling】, increases the empowered's strength by ten percent! Lasts half an hour, same recipient, at most two layers stacked, increase fifteen percent!

Golden Eyes Melt Gold, heaven and earth fade, suddenly black and white appear.

Five candle flames flickered.

The Mystic Soldier Dragon Fubo drooped, slashed outward, a sharp light splitting the pupils.

Ambush!

The Sea of Consciousness burned violently, time infinitely stretched, fear clenched the hearts of the foremost Entering Zhen Xiang, both felt brow pain, desperately struggling, activating body-protecting divine ability, true gang.

Left side, golden flames rose all over, condensed into a canopy, atop the head appeared a hundred-zhang azure ox; right fingertip burst forth long light, striking the blade light, a white dragon roared.

The flame canopy shattered, the long light snapped.

The azure ox and white dragon dissolved.

The blade light pierced through.

Two candle flames dimmed.

Utterly ineffective!?

Tiger roared, saber sharp, heart fire blazing, Su Hebalu twisted, stepped, drew blade from sheath, wrapped in three thousand qi sea, likewise a slash of cyan-gray blade gang issued, thin as cicada wing, faster than flowing light, yet at the moment of contact with the Fubo blade light, like autumn thin ice, shattered into fragments, the tiger and long blade phantom wavered and dispersed.

Before him, no obstruction remained, the Sick Tiger faced the Slaying Flood!

Danger!

In the pupil flashed a cold gleam.

The bright light stung the pupil dim, replacing the eyeball, like a startled cat's vertical pupil, Su Hebalu's hairs stood on end, pores tightly contracted, sweat seeping from the nostrils.

In the flash of lightning and stone fire, "Gamachi Lie" shattered the jade tablet in his palm, white fragments scattering.

Two Dharma Protector Venerables rose into the air.

In the altar city, the Vajra with hidden traces had a ferocious visage, glaring angrily, teeth gritted, one hand holding steel whip, the other a vajra pestle, arms crossed, both striking toward the blade light.

In the lotus, the Auspicious Heavenly Mother opened her arms, bare upper torso, large breasts swaying, bending to shield Su Hebalu, J

"Gamachi Lie", back pure white, welcoming disaster.

Boom!

Heaven and earth trembled, the earth dragon turned over.

In the altar city, the Hidden Trace Vajra collapsed and vanished, in the lotus, the Auspicious Heavenly Mother let out a sorrowful cry.

The setting sun bathed the great hall in light, unobstructed.

The Great Snow Mountain, the butter pool reflecting clear light, the old monk in the pool grunted, his brow tightly furrowed.

The layered clouds in the sky split apart, the artificial hill in the pond collapsed, the pond cracked, the stream water overflowed, revealing a blazing red sun.

The entire Wang Fu of the Wannan River was split in two, a gorge emerged, the ceiling of the treasury was forcibly lifted open, beams and pillars snapped, countless rubble buried the treasury.

The maidservants embracing each other in the grass woke up dazed, the cook in the woodshed looked around blankly.

The slaves screamed in misery, fleeing with all their might.

The entire thousand-li radius of Zhen Xiang was stirred!

"Wah!"

Su Hebalu spat out a mouthful of blood, his chest heaving, a wound deep enough to see bone stretched horizontally from his left shoulder to his waist, exposing his beating heart.

The golden radiance flashing in "Gama Chirel"'s eyes intensified.

The two Zhen Xiang and the hunt-tiger household steward were instantly slain.

He lifted his gaze.

A creature as tall as a person, plump, transformed into humanoid form, wearing a straw hat, dressed in grey servant's attire, of unknown species, holding a long spear, stood diagonally against the wall.

The buttons of the grey servant's attire had all burst open, forming a small cape that fluttered wildly.

"Liang Qu!"

Su Hebalu stared fixedly at the strangely dressed hat-wearing stranger, his teeth gritted until they bled, he recognized the martial saint's divine weapon, Fubo!

Was it this method used to sneak attack Nanjiang, avoiding the "River Stone"?

But how could he be this strong?

"Liang Qu" ignored the sick tiger, glanced at the rooster-headed monk nearby, and locked eyes with him for just a moment.

【Soul Descent】 / 【Please Honor】!

The Great Snow Mountain has the same method.

The setting sun on the horizon sank completely below the skyline, like lowering a stage curtain, darkness spread across heaven and earth, only two golden points of light illuminated, as the countless stars dimmed.

Blazing heart-fire, spiritual collision.

In just one glance, wills clashed, seas of consciousness collided, Liang Qu actually failed to suppress the golden-eyed monk, instead falling into a stalemate.

【Soul Descent】 / 【Please Honor】 The opponent's people are not weak!

"Gama Chirel" clenched the crimson eyeball in his palm, blood plasma flowing.

"Boom!"

Golden aura surged upward, condensing into a golden lotus, enveloping "Gama Chirel" and Su Hebalu, Su Hebalu's depleted three-thousand qi sea rapidly replenished, returning to five thousand, Liang Qu's martial saint will on his chest was expelled, flesh sprouted, atop the golden aura, a black-clad dharma protector deity descended once more.

Disheveled hair shot up like burning iron wire, white bone mala beads woven between the strands, each bone bead inlaid with freshly peeled human skin.

It had six arms, each holding a dharma implement, seated atop a golden altar city, auspicious clouds flowing on its chest, countless tiny figures running and dancing.

Black face, red eyes, gnashing teeth.

Liang Qu had seen this dharma protector deity before.

Great Black Heaven!

Great Black Heaven glared with red eyes, the fat fish's entire skin itched and ached as if wanting to follow the bursting blood-red eyes. Liang Qu's heart stirred, the golden light of the Dragon Tiger Golden Body blazed, transforming into dragon and tiger forms, subduing demons and exterminating evil, tearing open the entwined calamity, dispelling strange sensations.

"Gama Chirel" furrowed his brows, astonished at the opponent's powerful Buddhist divine powers, the fluency of 【Please Deity】, he quickly formed seals.

"Charge charge charge! Go take care of him!"

The old toad gripped the "cannot move" horns, leaping up and down.

Conical air waves exploded.

"Phe Yu" held Fubo, pushed off the ground, his plump figure leaving afterimages, "Gama Chirel" chanted incantations, rapidly forming seals, flying backward, Su Hebalu in the center intercepted.

Liang Qu hesitated not, turned the spearhead.

After not seeing each other for years, the sick tiger had become even more terrifying, nearly retaining a fraction of its former glory when he went to Nanjiang, even if placed on the northern battlefield, even with adjustments, a single encounter, the Yuanshou Prefecture would likely suffer greatly!

His body ached, his arms trembled.

A Fu's stamina was limited, he could not endure long, the previous move of slaying the flood dragon had already left him feeling exhausted.

He must not be spared!

Boom!

Cold light clashed.

Tremendous force surged from the blade's edge, unstoppable.

The saber grazed his shoulder, leaving a shallow bloodstain, Su Hebalu flew backward, plowing the earth to carve a gorge, collapsing countless houses, yet under the support of the ritual golden flame, he once again broke through the ground and surged sideways.

Fierce anger burned in Su Hebalu's heart, like underground coal on fire, he almost feared no death, all emotions vented in the heart-fire, the crisscrossing blade light split the heavens.

Great Shun! Great Shun! Or still Great Shun!

Zhang Longxiang!

Liang Qu!

The opportunity to prove the Dao, today!

The pallid water dragon roared overhead, bit the sick tiger, and slammed it down into the earth once more.

Great Snow Mountain, butter flowing, every time the sick tiger was injured and his qi sea plummeted, a withered bone would float out from the butter pool, drifting on the water's surface.

The old monk inhaled deeply, his bones rubbing and colliding throughout his body, emitting a golden-iron sound, the butter pool's water surface rapidly receded, replaced by the old monk's flesh and blood quickly filling out.

Between heaven and earth, a streak of golden light shot forth, piercing the darkness, rushing toward the Northern Court battlefield!

Outside the Wannan River Wang Wang Fu, the tribal Zhen Xiang sensed the battle, bathed in night color, drawing near, rushing to reinforce.

"What thing!"

A streak of golden light crisscrossed, brushing past the flesh of the reinforcing Zhen Xiang, merely an instant, the flesh on the neck of the reinforcing Zhen Xiang began to rot and decay, dark purple mingling with night color, seeping into the bone marrow, not yet reaching the Wang Fu, they stumbled and fell cross-legged, suppressing the toxin.

The remaining parties.

Ten white-jade-colored great yaos spread out, surging forth one after another, all intercepting outside the battlefield!

The little mirage dragon gathered the fog-beast great yaos, directly restraining and supporting the Entering Zhen Xiang; Bai Awei vibrated his golden-patterned wings, striking with a poisoned hook at the most critical moment.

Violent gang winds shattered everything; shock waves expanded along the ground wave after wave; the vast Wang Fu was leveled to the ground, chickens and dogs frightened into barking.

"Careful!" the old toad warned, "Crush the talisman!"

Da Hei Tian shook his magic instrument, dazing Liang Qu for an instant; Suhe Balu leaped and dodged to the side.

Two jade talismans exploded simultaneously.

The Jin Fu and the sword strike appeared simultaneously, colliding and mutually annihilating; "Gama Chile" chanted scriptures again, and one decree talisman after another attached to the sick tiger.

Dong!

The large pit caved in, cracking layer upon layer.

Da Hei Tian swung the vajra pestle, raising it high and chopping down, but it sank into stagnation three zhang above Liang Qu's head; his heart skipped a beat — Liang Qu quickly recovered from the daze, Heavenly Gate and Earthly Axis operating at full power, a streak of dark gold throbbed, bracing straight up against the vajra pestle, knocking the Venerable God back a staggering step.

A body fat as a ball displayed extreme agility, shifting left and right; stamina continuously dropped, yet with the support of "Bu Neng Dong" he pivoted back.

The spear tip rotated; the spear shaft pressed down on Suhe Balu's head as he lunged forward, smashing him into the earth; the massive rotational force then made him dig out a crescent-shaped large pit, leaping out anew.

"Gama Chile" flung his prayer beads, hands crossing, using the beads to entangle the rotating Fubo spear tip, and with one kick carried Suhe Balu away.

The ground kicked up a trail of smoke and dust.

The coal-mine fire burning in his heart surged skyward, burning everything.

However.

Can't beat him!

In just a few dozen breaths, Suhe Balu's arms ached, his Hukou bled; the close combat he prided himself on simply could not adapt to the bizarre rhythm within Liang Qu's three-zhang radius, as if he had blundered into an inch-round circle in which movement was difficult, struggling in water — all his offensive methods would suffer violent deviation inside this "circle."

His coordination with "Gama Chile" grew increasingly strained.

"Gama Chile" did not panic, responding calmly.

He did not believe this method had no cost.

The sick tiger is the number one Entering Zhen Xiang under heaven; he himself used two jade talismans, combined with the ritual Da Hei Tian, and this is the Northern Court's home ground — the two of them joining forces, it is impossible they cannot outlast the opponent.

One drum's vigor, second wanes, third exhausts; outlast this fierce bluster, and he will be a sheep awaiting slaughter.

When it comes down to it.

Da Shun Huai Wang.

Merely a second-rank Martial Saint!

The vault of heaven shattered, flowing clouds dispersed.

The sky-supporting, earth-shaking Bai Yuan roared, brandishing the dragon pillar; above it propped the Dharma-protector heavenly god, below it pressed the roaring fierce tiger. Let alone that the supporting Entering Zhen Xiang was held down by Bai Awei and the Third Prince — even if it were not held down, it would not dare join a battle of this caliber.

"Hong!"

The spear tip thrust forward, exploding a blast of qi, flicking the sick tiger flying.

"Gama Chile" retracted his prayer beads, fleeing backward.

Liang Qu did not pursue the golden-crowned monk; his forearm split open with fresh blood, squeezing out the last thread of strength, vast power surging, the spear tip pulled back and returned, directly taking the sick tiger suspended beside him.

The sick tiger wanted to escape, but simply could not make it in time; he crossed his blade and hugged his arms, protecting his skull.

Dark-gold spear glints flicked chaotically, like tide, like sea.

A magnificent chrysanthemum abruptly bloomed!

The spear blade was keen; each stroke sliced open Suhe Balu's skin and flesh; fresh blood was drawn out by the blood grooves, hovering in midair; the golden chrysanthemum gradually rendered into a blood chrysanthemum.

A hair's breadth from disaster.

"Hum!"

"Gama Chile" let spring thunder burst from his tongue; a streak of Jin Guang that had raced from the divination before, rushing from the southwest, finally arrived, slicing through two white-mist great yaos, charging straight at "Liang Qu."

Golden pupils shifted sideways; "Liang Qu" clearly saw what the comer was.

A vajra pestle.

But ————

Martial Saint Xuan Soldier!

Suhe Balu immediately ignored his injuries, seized the opportunity, and chopped with his curved saber again.

The saber qi split open Heavenly Gate and Earthly Axis; the stagnant blood chrysanthemum bloomed.

However ————

Likewise a streak of Jin Guang came from the south!

"Gama Chile" golden pupils shifted sideways, also seeing clearly — it was a string of prayer beads; on every bead were Buddhist true words!

Also a Martial Saint Xuan Soldier!

But ————

Where from?

Datong Prefecture's Suspended Temple, floating islands towering, flowing clouds ethereal, cold snow covering; an old Monk wore a hundred-patch robe, hand forming a meditation seal, concentrating his spirit, manipulating the prayer beads — they strikingly crashed toward the vajra pestle.

On the thirty thousand floating steps, remnant shadows crisscrossed; the nine-ringed staff and bone staff clashed gold and iron, sparks scattering.

"Peng!"

The old Monk's realm is not high, not matching the 【Jiangling】 person before him, but — enough!

The prayer beads knocked the vajra pestle off course, flying sideways, embedding into the earth.

Intense metallic sound shook the surrounding Entering Zhen Xiang until their heads ached to splitting.

"Good chance, right now!" the old toad leaped and shouted, gripping the "Bu Neng Dong" wooden horn, swinging his tail to rise, "Use those two moves, decide victory or defeat!"

"Liang Qu" tightened his fingers, retracted the Fubo; the sick tiger before him hovered in midair, skin torn flesh split, the blood chrysanthemum fully bloomed; for the final spear strike, he reversed the spear blade, slashing down diagonally.

Acting together with Liang Qu was the Heaven-Reaching, Earth-Standing White Ape True Vigor behind him, its canine teeth bared as it swung the Azure Dragon Pillar, smashing toward the Great Black Heaven.

That move again!

Su He Ba Lu's pupils dilated.

"Gama Chalie" saw that Liang Qu was already at the end of his strength, his muscles trembling all over, victory within reach, yet he had no jade tablet left in his hand to use, so he could only desperately activate the Ritual of the Great Black Heaven.

"Rumble rumble rumble."

Electricity coiled, lightning flashed continuously, and the photoelectric current flowed along every line of the palm.

The flesh at the center of the large palm swelled into a full, round shape, crimson red, like a douluo mian; the palm lines displayed the mark of the thousand-spoked wheel treasure, the lines distinct, the felloe and hub all perfectly round; between each finger there was webbing, like that of a king goose's feet, golden yellow in color, the lines like fine silk!

Great Sun Tathagata!

"Gama Chalie" widened his eyes, staring wide-eyed as the Great Black Heaven beneath the crimson-gold large hand shattered inch by inch, dissipating into smoke and clouds.

The night grew dark, the earth grew dim.

The White Ape, swinging its staff with all its might, transformed in an instant, golden light blazing, illuminating heaven and earth.

Fighting Victory Buddha!

Beneath the golden monkey's staff, nothing could obstruct!

Su He Ba Lu strained to roar, intense unwillingness breeding madness, the saber he swung unable to withstand the immense force, shattering inch by inch into fragments.

"Ah!!!"

"Crackle!"

Firewood exploded, sparks drifted, a cold wind brushed past, and shadows flickered on the wild grass.

Liang Qu and Zhang Xiang Xiang sat opposite each other, opening the rabbit head.

"How is the situation?" Zhang Xiang Xiang asked.

"Resolved." Liang Qu answered.