Chapter 549

He immediately informed Hong Zun of the Fomen's movements.

As the possible site of the first battle, the fight at Le Yun City is crucial; a victory would heavily damage Fomen's morale, while a loss would obviously be extremely detrimental to the Dao Yi Sect.

Upon learning that the bald donkeys of Fomen were about to arrive, Hong Zun also had the disciples rest and conserve their energy.

All preparations had long been completed; now, throughout Le Yun City, traps were laid everywhere.

The talisman seals and formation disks brought from the sect were almost all used.

Early the next morning, Hong Zun went up onto the city wall early and gazed far out at the boundless sea.

At the same time, black specks appeared one after another on the horizon between sea and sky; needless to say, these were Fomen's star vessels.

"They're here."

Lin Potian beside him murmured softly; hearing this, Hong Zun merely instructed Qin Shanhai on the other side.

"Junior Brother Qin, remember, don't get carried away."

In this battle, the main goal for everyone is to feign defeat and lure these bald donkeys of Fomen into Le Yun City.

Qin Shanhai is also a fearless madman; Hong Zun fears he will lose control and then not care about anything.

Upon hearing this, Qin Shanhai nodded.

"Don't worry, I know."

He is crazy, but not stupid; seeing this, Hong Zun finally felt somewhat relieved.

All the disciples stood ready; as for the numerous evil spirits of Guigu, they had already withdrawn from Le Yun City days earlier, hiding in the forests on either side.

Once the feigned retreat succeeds, they will rush out to cooperate with the Dao Yi Sect disciples in pursuit.

Everything being ready, Hong Zun immediately led many disciples to the seaside, while the Fomen star vessels also slowly came to a stop.

One after another, Fomen strongmen stepped out of the star vessels, their numbers not small, and the two sides faced off.

"Hong Zun."

On the Fomen side, the leading holy one sneered, obviously having known Hong Zun beforehand.

The Fomen certainly knew of the Dao Yi Sect's holy ones, and Hong Zun also recognized this Fomen holy one.

"Who am I? Turns out you're this old bald thief."

"Namo Amitabha, our Fomen possesses the virtue of cherishing life; if you, Hong Zun, are willing to surrender, our Fomen will grant you the rank of an Arhat, thus avoiding unnecessary casualties."

"You think that's possible?"

"Surrender? That's obviously impossible; Hong Zun refused without hesitation."

Upon hearing this, that Fomen holy one's face darkened, losing his previous amiable expression, killing intent flashing in his eyes as he coldly said.

"Namo Amitabha, amidst the rampant demons of the world, our Buddha cherishes life; disciples, hear my command: follow me to slay demons and eliminate evil, protecting the myriad beings."

"Hypocritical, kill."

Without further words, upon hearing this, the disciples of both sides immediately rushed into battle together.

On the coast, fierce fighting could be seen everywhere.

Although the purpose of this battle is to lure Fomen into Le Yun City, we cannot simply flee at the outset, or else we would surely arouse suspicion from those bald donkeys of Fomen.

So we still need to put on a show and fight a bit.

These days of practice were not wasted; the Dao Yi Sect disciples all performed flawlessly, showing no sign of anything amiss.

Zhao Zhengping, Xu Jie, and other Inner Disciple directly faced off against those Inner Disciple of Fomen.

The other disciples also each found opponents of comparable strength.

Upon engaging, relying on their numerical advantage, the Fomen side quickly gained the upper hand, and the Dao Yi Sect disciples felt no different to them.

"Heh, everyone says your Dao Yi Sect disciples are dragons and phoenixes among men, but in this battle, to this little monk, they're nothing special."

A Fomen Inner Disciple sparring with Xu Jie said with a proud expression.

Upon hearing his words, Xu Jie couldn't be bothered to respond.

Had it not been for the later plan, Xu Jie could now kill him instantly.

Having fought until now, Xu Jie has not yet unleashed his full power; his various arts and movement techniques have only been displayed at the great accomplishment to perfection level.

All this is merely to confuse this group of bald donkeys of Fomen; if our strength were too great, we'd scare them off—what then?

While ensuring our own safety, we temporarily conceal our strength, waiting for Fomen to fall completely for the ruse before unleashing our full force—this too is part of the plan.

However, not being able to go all-out does not mean other methods cannot be used.

Look, on one battlefield, Wang Wu directly faced the encirclement of five Fomen disciples.

Seeing that he could barely hold on, one of the Fomen disciples seized the opportunity, reaching for his waist to unleash a treasure and blast him away in one strike.

But despite feeling around, he couldn't even find a single hair.

He clearly remembered that, for convenience, he had taken out his treasure beforehand during the fight, right?

"Where is my treasure?"

His eyes full of confusion, "Damn, where is that huge treasure of mine? The one I had tucked in my waist? Where did it go?"

Not finding the treasure, he could only watch helplessly as the opportunity slipped away.

However, this is nothing; later, after a fierce struggle, a Fomen disciple seeing he could not subdue Wang Wu wanted to draw on the power of a talisman seal.

But as soon as he thought of it, there was no response.

Suspicious in his heart, he then looked closely—damn, his hand was empty; had his space ring disappeared?

"Where is my space ring?"

"What space ring?"

"My space ring is gone."

"Trash, watch mine."

The Shī xiōng beside him, seeing this, initially asked doubtfully, but then immediately wore a look of contempt.

Even the Space Ring can be played while it's not there—really a talent.

He immediately planned to do it himself, but the next second, this Shī xiōng also stood there dazed, because his hands were also completely empty.

"Where is the little monk's ring? Where did it go?"

In the end, five people surrounded and attacked Wang Wu; after a bout of entanglement, the Space Rings of all five were gone.

Upon realizing this, the five's gazes simultaneously locked onto Wang Wu.

"You thief, was it you who did it? Return my Space Ring."

Just now they had contact with Wang Wu; who else could it be if not him?

And Wang Wu also couldn't be bothered with nonsense, a bunch of idiots, only realizing half a day later that their rings had been stolen.

Although these Space Rings all have restrictions, even if Wang Wu stole them he couldn't use them; only by finding a way to break the restrictions could he use them.

But he hadn't planned to use them anyway; first steal, then talk—just like the saying, when two armies meet, first secure the supplies.

Without the Space Rings, looking at these bald donkeys, how will they resupply afterward? They can't even afford to give him medicinal pills.

Upon discovering their Space Rings had been stolen, the five Fomen disciples' anger flared from their hearts, each striking out more fiercely, their mouths filled with continual roars.

"You thief, hand over the Space Ring, and I can still give you a quick death."

"Quickly hand over the poor monk's Space Ring."

"Not being a filial son, you even steal the belongings of monastics."

Faced with the five's angry rebukes, Wang Wu simply couldn't be bothered to respond; at the same time, angry shouts from Fomen disciples kept ringing out from all around.