Chapter 160: Idiot Wave

Being flung along this qi wave? This is a good way to release force, but it's a terrible principle—never mind whether we can dispel it; just being swept up and thrown to who-knows-where is already a bad choice—who knows what dangerous place we'll end up in!

So Bai Lang merely used a thousand-jin weight, firmly planting his stance while lunging forward, pouring his innate true qi recklessly into the front, turning it into a shattered bell shard that held firm. 'One layer not enough? Then stack up!' Bai Lang ruthlessly emptied his rear defenses, turning them entirely into layer upon layer of Golden Bell Shield, firmly planted straight ahead.

Not only must he withstand it head-on, he must also form an angle so that most of the force slides upward while also becoming a downward pressure to firmly anchor himself.

The shock wave was just a few ripples; although it felt like a lifetime, in reality the main shock had passed after only a few breaths. Bai Lang was indeed miserable—blood seeped from his entire body, and from frantically circulating the Golden Bell Shield Divine Skill, even his meridians were torn and shattered, while his internal organs also suffered injury.

Bai Lang spat a mouthful of blood, looked ahead at the Renwang Gate, which surprisingly showed no damage—'Just the aftershock from a distance?' he exclaimed, then looked left and right; everyone else was gone, and he didn't know if they had survived. 'Never mind them—I'll first get through a day on top, otherwise I can't go back. I hope they, even if just scraping by, manage to stay alive for a day.'

Bai Lang saw that the first condition formed by the cracks on the ground ahead had already been crossed out; now only 'survive one day on top' remained. Of course he could probably scrape by a day here—after all, this already counts as the summit—but looking left and right, it seemed not a good choice...

Bai Lang looked ahead, and at first glance his neck shrank—'Damn!' Fortunately he dropped quickly; a burst of qi like a blade sliced straight through the upper half of the towering Renwang Gate, shattering it. Without thinking, Bai Lang launched into a lazy donkey roll, rolling toward those ditch-like places.

A gigantic paw descended from the sky, stomping on the ruins of the Renwang Gate and crushing its lower half. The paw was covered in blue fur—clearly a huge cat's paw. Bai Lang huddled in the gutter, restraining his breath and staring wide-eyed—above the paw, high in the sky, he could see a gigantic blue-furred lion, its whole body invisible because it was simply too large.

However, Bai Lang could see beneath the lion's mane hung the Buddhist Seven Treasures, and the aura of power emanating from the lion's body felt much like that of the fallen Arhat before. Bai Lang couldn't stare longer, for the lion's power shock made it impossible for him to get up.

That azure-furred lion before him was undoubtedly a mighty being—just being near him was already excruciatingly unpleasant, even if the lion hadn't noticed Bai Lang, this insignificant ant, and bore no malice. Bai Lang felt his heart pounding like a drum, his soul seeming ready to burst from his crown, his vision a riot of colors, as if he were about to be hanged.

The azure-furred lion roared; the shout began with sound but quickly fell silent—Bai Lang could no longer hear it, his eyes rolled back.... The illusion of the Golden Bell Shield shifted into a white tiger that clung tightly to his body; as for the man, his eyes were white, his tongue lolling out, his face a picture of death.

The lion's other two paws also came down, the earth shaking violently; Bai Lang was tossed up and down, but his reaction now was that of a corpse. The azure lion's roar alone could scatter Bai Lang's soul.

Originally the azure lion's paw, now lifted—judging by the motion, it seemed the hind legs had risen to stand, using the foreclaws to strike in battle. Together with an earth-shaking roar—but the next moment, a lion's head slammed straight into the ground, its chin gouging a huge pit.

Bai Lang was flung again by the impact and shockwave; fortunately he was thrown toward the inner side of the Renwang Gate, flying over ten li before hitting the ground, rolling about until his eyeballs rolled back into place. 'Where am I? Who am I? What am I doing?'

His body had dozens of broken bones, muscles strained, twisted, bruised beyond count, and even his flesh was scraped raw—if not for the Golden Bell Shield forging a semblance of bronze head and iron arms, he'd be a lump of meat wrapped in bone shards. Though bodily wounds can heal, innate true qi isn't wasted. But damage to the soul? That's far more troublesome.

Indeed, the azure lion's roar didn't make Bai Lang's soul scatter, but the Golden Bell Shield Divine Skill and White Tiger Killing Qi on his body spontaneously circulated to protect his soul—yet he still got injured; one manifestation is memory loss and lowered intellect, at worst turning him into an idiot.

Fortunately the azure lion's roar wasn't aimed at Bai Lang; he's just caught in the pond-fish disaster. But who let him get so close? If he'd heard it from a thousand li away, Bai Lang would surely be fine. Now this lion's head was smashed down by someone unknown, still several li from Bai Lang, yet already as large as a mountain.

While Bai Lang was still wondering who he was and what he was doing, his eyes had already caught the lion's head, the huge tumor on it, and the blood gushing out, brimming with mighty power. That blood sprayed like a waterfall onto the ground, then flowed like a river, gathering into small pools in the hollows that had been smashed open.

Bai Lang was now a person soaked head to toe in lion's blood. He licked the blood on his lips: 'A bit fishy, but tastier than chicken-duck blood soup, and it clots too fast—did platelets overflow or is there a protein denaturant here? No, need to add scallions and white pepper, boil the water, toss in some MSG...' His mind was a clamor of bells and drums; who knows what he's thinking.

He just kept licking the blood clot while stupidly staring at the lion's head whining ahead, his mind unable to think of anything. The lion seemed unable to rise; this blow was truly fierce, the lion sprawled on the ground like a continuous mountain range, yet even so his body couldn't reach the distant golden great Buddhist temple.

Thunder rolled across the sky, the crackling of thunder in unknown heights continuous, shockwaves coming in waves as if someone up there was fighting fiercely. 'Thus Come On, you bastard! One or two is fine, but not three or four! Do you really think I'm a vegetarian monkey?!' A thunderous roar like rolling thunder echoed in the heavens, and Bai Lang's gaze gradually gathered spirit: 'That voice sounds like a habitual offender......'