Chapter 147: One Staff, Three Kings!

Cry!

The eagle's cry rang like a sword, piercing gold and splitting stone, making people's eardrums ache.

As the sky king ruling the heavens, the Golden Eagle's speed absolutely ranks among the very best.

Although the Golden Eagle attacked last, it instantly surpassed the Huwang and Jiuwei Yaohu, like a stream of light, directly lunging at Qin Shuo inside the golden bell in the back courtyard.

"Holy shit!"

Qin Shuo's heart rang with alarm bells.

He could not even make out the golden Ying Wang's silhouette, seeing only a golden light, like a meteor streaking across the horizon, or like a golden arrow piercing the void.

"This speed..."

Qin Shuo's heart tightened.

At this moment, trapped inside the golden bell, unable to flee, he could only pray that the old monk hadn't lied to him—that this golden bell could truly withstand the Ying Wang's attack.

"Old monk, you better not screw me over!"

Bitterness welled in his heart; for the first time, he felt utterly powerless, his fate entirely in others' hands, unable to control his own destiny.

"Get stronger—I must get stronger."

In this instant, Qin Shuo's desire to grow stronger nearly peaked, and his tension reached its utmost.

If the golden bell were shattered, he would surely die.

This is a demon king comparable to a Martial Arts Grandmaster; even with divine abilities, he could not possibly be its match.

"That demon king seems to have come for Qin Shuo!"

On a distant rooftop, watching the Ying Wang resolutely charge toward the golden bell, Yan Jueming's eyes flashed with a strange hue.

Yan Jueming was no stranger to Qin Shuo.

In fact, these past days, the intelligence sent from the valley had almost every item related to this newly arrived Cloud Dragon Captain of the Demon Suppression Division.

Slaying demon kings, killing city lords, even the Ninth True Inheritor Yue Shan had suffered considerable losses at his hands.

Then, using the Flying Star General's hand, he ransacked the residence of Prefect Shao Hanshang of Songyang Prefecture.

Each and every one of these incidents tugged at the hearts of the senior elders of Wind Thunder Valley.

Had it not been for the Valley Master suppressing them, many elders in the valley would long have been unable to restrain themselves, wanting to come measure this madman who repeatedly provoked Wind Thunder Valley's dignity.

Now, even the demon king has appeared in Yunzhou for him.

This made Yan Jueming curious: what charm does this under-twenty-year-old youth possess, that he can stir up such a storm?

As his thoughts turned, the Ying Wang's transformed stream of light had already passed over the barefoot monk on the street, about to collide with the golden bell.

Cry!

A mournful, piercing scream rang out.

Like a comet tearing across the long sky, the Ying Wang, just as it was about to touch the golden bell, suddenly seemed struck by lightning, being violently flung sideways by a staff shadow.

Eagle feathers flew everywhere, each stained with blood.

Before the semi-transparent golden bell, the barefoot monk's figure suddenly appeared, his Coiled Dragon Staff's tip stained with fresh blood, still bearing a few feathers.

"When?"

Qin Shuo's pupils constricted slightly.

Even though he had been staring fixedly at the outside of the golden bell, he actually hadn't seen when this old monk appeared before it.

He seemed to have materialized out of thin air, then swung a staff and flung the Golden Ying Wang away.

"It's the Godly Foot Power!"

Qin Shuo quickly realized: what the barefoot monk had just used should be one of the Buddhist Six Supernatural Powers—Godly Foot Power.

It is said that the Buddhist Six Supernatural Powers are divine arts recorded in Buddhist scriptures; if cultivated to the utmost, they can rival Martial Saint Divine Abilities.

And Godly Foot Power, when cultivated to a profound level, is said to grant the ability to shrink ground to an inch and instantaneous spatial movement.

Just now, the barefoot monk arrived late but acted first—exactly like the legendary instantaneous movement.

Swish!

The barefoot monk's figure had just appeared before the golden bell, and in the blink of an eye, he was already on the long street.

This ability, resembling spatial translocation, left the watching martial artists on the distant road with eyes wide and unblinking.

"Is this even human?"

Everyone was shocked beyond measure.

Shrinking ground to an inch, spatial instantaneous movement—this truly seems like myth and legend, making it hard to believe.

Roar!

Only now did the Huwang, who struck first, finally charge onto the long street outside the courtyard.

It condensed tiger-slaying energy into a pitch-black long blade, and an intensely fierce killing will radiated from the blade's body.

Even from several li away, people saw that pitch-black long blade and felt a sharp, prickling sensation on their backs, like a blade's edge.

Screech!

Accompanied by rolling gales, the tiger-slaying blade, though tens of zhang away, already ruthlessly chopped down.

This blade carried wild gang wind; its light blazed like thunder and lightning, and that extremely thick, viscous black killing aura transformed into a flash of black light ten times more brilliant than the sun in the sky.

The black blade light, like nightfall, obscured all light!

"Ah!"

Someone screamed, their eyes stabbed by that blinding black light, tears streaming horizontally.

"Old bald donkey, die for this king!"

The Huwang, standing upright, held the blade with both hands; that flash of black light initially resembled a thread of heavenly light, then immediately surged like a tide or waterfall, becoming a black flood that filled the entire long street.

Heaven-shaking killing intent permeated from the Huwang's body; the killing aura on his body flowed, actually revealing a scene of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, eerie and terrifying.

The Demon King, in a rage, slaughtered cities and razed strongholds, blood flowing like drifting rafts.

The power of this blade seemed to cleave heaven and earth; even before it fell, the endless sharp aura had already split the long street in two, carving a deep trench several meters long.

Clang!

The black blade and the long staff collided, as if two great mountains of metal and iron were undergoing the most violent collision.

That metallic ringing sound, like a sharp sword fiercely piercing everyone's eardrums, made people's eardrums ache unbearably, and they couldn't help but tears stream down.

The terrifying aura wind and air waves surged like a hurricane, rolling up clouds of dust and smoke, even bowl-sized blue stones were blown into midair, then torn to shreds by the aura wind.

Golden and black light interwove and collided in the hurricane, like a giant elephant stamping its foot, a fierce tiger roaring, a hundred zhang tall, several hundred zhang...

As if from myth!

Boom—

The aura waves intertwined, spreading layer by layer.

The street, already ruined walls and broken debris, piles of rubble, was swept clean in an instant by the aftermath of the two Grandmasters' collision, spotless.

Bowl-thick cracks spread outward in all directions from the point of collision between the two, dust and smoke rising to the heavens.

Swish!

On the battlefield where dust and black evil intertwined, countless fox shadows darted through the sky, dazzling the eyes.

At the moment the Panlong Staff and the Tiger Evil Black Blade collided, several spirit fox illusions almost simultaneously attacked Chijiao Heshang's throat, heart, back of the head, eyes, and other vital points.

These are the most vulnerable parts of the human body; even a Martial Arts Grandmaster who has condensed True Gang and ignited the Furnace is no exception.

If struck, even if not killed, one would suffer grave injury.

Faced with such a fierce assault, Giant Whale Gang Elder Meng Qianche, Wind Thunder Valley True Disciple Yan Jueming, and the many gray-robed monk staff-wielders of Dalong Temple all had their hearts leap to their throats, breaking into a cold sweat for Chijiao Heshang.

Yet, facing the myriad fox shadows attacking his vital points from all directions, Chijiao Heshang remained unmoved.

Only seen, after he clashed head-on with the Huwang, his body stood like a mountain rock, unmoving, the Coiled Dragon Staff in his hand reversed, with the speed of thunder too fast to cover one's ears, he pointed toward a fox shadow in a blind spot behind and to the side.

"Eh?"

A soft "eh?" sounded from within the myriad fox shadows.

Immediately afterward, everyone saw all the spirit fox illusions vanish in an instant, leaving only the Jiuwei Yaohu about to be struck by the Coiled Dragon Staff.

"Old monk, you do have some skill, actually able to see through my Spirit Fox Thousand Illusions, hehe!"

The silver bell-like laughter rang out; the staff struck the Jiuwei Yaohu, which burst apart like smoke and mist, reappearing already over a thousand meters away.

Thus, the killing formation jointly crafted by the three Demon Kings was easily dispelled by Chijiao Heshang alone with his staff.

"Old monk, you indeed have some ability."

The Huwang, face grimed with dust and dirt, climbed up from the deep pit, his eyes flashing with bloodthirsty ferocity.

"But, no matter how strong you are, you're still just one man and one staff."

"I don't believe you can protect that youth; could you possibly protect everyone here?"

"When I have slaughtered all the humans in this place, let me see whether you save others or continue protecting that human brat."

Having said this, the Huwang suddenly split his mouth open, revealing a mouthful of ferocious fangs, his smile terrifying.