Chapter 418

Dong A'nou has no fans at all.

No one knows him well.

At this moment, he is like Zhang Wuji on Bright Peak—though he has been in the martial world for a while, this is where he truly makes his name.

From today onward, Dong A'nou wields the Heaven-Shattering Mountain-Crushing Hammer and has the protection of the Moon Palace.

The rise of a generation's great martial hero begins here.

"Hah..." Dong A'nou gripped the Heaven-Shattering Mountain-Crushing Hammer and exhaled a long, steady breath.

As if he could never finish exhaling.

"Hmm?"

At that moment, Tang Luo, who had been absentmindedly relaxed, suddenly lifted his head and looked to the side.

As he moved, everyone present suddenly felt a sudden pressure, as if a dark cloud had descended from the horizon.

Fortunately, the feeling came quickly and passed quickly.

Everyone instantly felt normal again, as if no dark cloud had ever loomed.

Clearly, the sky was clear and boundless, the breeze gentle, the water still— a fine day and beautiful scenery.

"Wait!" Ao Yulie also extended his Er Kang hand; when Tang Luo turned his head just now, he too felt a "drip-drip-drip" on the back of his hand.

Amid the gray mist, someone was calling him, requesting a conversation.

The frequency was the one everyone had agreed upon at the start, to be used as a danger signal.

"Master?" Ao Yulie looked toward Tang Luo.

"The protective illumination has shattered." Tang Luo said, "Go take a look."

Let Ao Yulie go first; he will settle matters here before coming over.

"Alright." Ao Yulie nodded, thought for a moment, then raised the Coiling Dragon Staff above his head with both hands and began to spin it.

A gust of wind rose; Ao Yulie's body lifted into the air, shot up into the clouds, and vanished instantly.

"..."

"..."

"???"

Those present stared in shock; Dong A'nou held the Heaven-Shattering Mountain-Crushing Hammer, unsure whether he should put it down.

The Coiling Dragon Staff—does it have such a function?

I never noticed that before!

The Moon Palace Master blinked, unable to help glancing at Bai Zhu.

Bai Zhu wore a blank expression: You ask me, I ask who? I don't even understand the Coiling Dragon Staff.

Actually, among the Nine Sacred Weapons, only the Seven-Colored Immortal Ribbon has the ability to fly; the Coiling Dragon Staff does not grant flight.

If someone else tried Ao Yulie's earlier "propeller" maneuver, no matter how fast they spun, they could not fly.

He simply, with the Sacred Weapon in hand, experienced a great reduction in suppressing force, allowing him to fly again.

After a moment of daze, Bai Zhu stepped forward and spoke loudly: "Young Master Jade Dragon flees without battle—Is Master Xuanzang admitting defeat?"

No matter how Young Master Jade Dragon flew, this is a great opportunity—we must seize it.

"Just going to handle some matters." Tang Luo said, "Let the poor monk take over."

Bai Zhu smiled faintly, about to rebut.

He does not have the flaw of clinging to face while suffering unnecessarily.

According to his master's words, this person's strength is so great that it cannot be measured by reason.

He must absolutely not be allowed to take the stage.

Dong A'nou also showed no eagerness to try; instead, he remained calm and composed, letting Bai Zhu decide.

Not a few people lack the flaw of insisting on challenging the strong.

"You may all come at once—if you can make the poor monk stand, I count it as a loss." Before Bai Zhu could speak, Tang Luo proposed an offer impossible to refuse: "If the poor monk loses, the two Sacred Weapons will be yours."

"..."

I've seen arrogance, but never such arrogance.

Bai Zhu felt he had already retracted his initial judgment of this demon monk.

He is not like those two from the Flying Sword Sect—his arrogance is at least five times theirs.

Even the Falling Flower Sword God would not dare say such a thing in this situation.

"So overbearing."

"Good…… no, too arrogant!"

"Arrogant to the extreme!"

After a zero-point-one-second delay, the Moon Palace disciples who had defected reacted: this is an enemy of the Moon Palace, coming with ill intent, aiming for the Sacred Weapons.

We must stand firm.

"Not necessary……" Bai Zhu's confidence was not that strong.

Sacred Weapons—two full Sacred Weapons! No need to defeat the opponent; just make him stand, destroy the chair he sits on, and we can obtain them.

Bai Zhu refused with great difficulty.

"If I lose, the poor monk will unconditionally do one thing for your Moon Palace." Tang Luo said calmly.

He slowly added a condition.

"One thing?"

"Anything." Tang Luo said, "Even suicide on the spot is acceptable."

"……" Bai Zhu said nothing.

"Two." Tang Luo continued raising the stakes.

"I haven't even refused yet! Do you have to be like this?" At this moment, what Bai Zhu saw was not some martial arts master, but a high roller throwing away a thousand gold pieces in a single bet at a gambling den.

In the jianghu, a master's unconditional promise is worth ten thousand gold.

And with strength reaching Tang Luo's level, even Yue Gong could not ignore his promise.

"Three."

Bai Zhu's body trembled, nearly extending the Erkang hand.

I can't take it if you're like this!

"Actually, this poor monk's Enlightenment can also treat old chronic injuries." Tang Luo unhurriedly added the final counterweight.

As he spoke these words, the person he looked at was the Yue Gong Palace Master.

Not Bai Zhu, who had been acting on behalf of his master all along.

"Fine—" Bai Zhu's eyes narrowed, about to agree.

"Wait." The Yue Gong Palace Master stopped Bai Zhu, looking at Tang Luo, "Master Xuanzang, are you really this confident?"

"If you can make this poor monk stand up, it counts as your win." Tang Luo merely repeated the "way to victory" once more.

"Master!" Bai Zhu said, "The two of us will attack together, I don't believe we can't even destroy his chair!"

"Right, one swing of my hammer can smash out a huge pit." Dong Aniu said, his tone carrying a hint of displeasure.

Being underestimated to this degree, even a clay Buddha would have three parts of fire.

Tang Luo's unconditional raising of stakes clearly showed he was certain they couldn't win.

Not only were the conditions hard to refuse, the attitude he displayed also made them wish to swarm him and beat him violently.

You're doing this, doesn't our Yue Gong want face anymore?

"Good, since Master Xuanzang is so confident, my Yue Gong also cannot let the Master down." The Yue Gong Palace Master stood up.

Having Bai Zhu make this decision would be disadvantageous to him.

"Then let's do it." Tang Luo laughed, leaning back slightly against the chair back.

That appearance was exactly the same as one hour ago, when he alone fought the Yue Gong crowd in the main hall.

And now, the conditions were even harsher, and the enemies faced were even stronger.

Dong Aniu held Zhen Tian Sui Yue; his head-on assault strength was only stronger than the Yue Gong Palace Master's, not weaker!

"Yue Gong disciples of Half Moon and above, form the Heavenly Moon Sword Formation." The Yue Gong Palace Master shouted sternly.

Some of the surrounding Yue Gong disciples retreated, some drew swords and stepped forward, forming a grand formation around Tang Luo.

Half Moon does not refer to the status of Yue Gong disciples, but to their internal cultivation level.

Yue Gong's internal cultivation is divided into four levels: New Moon, Half Moon, Full Moon, and Absolute Moon.

Being able to reach Half Moon, placed in the jianghu, also counts as a good hand.

Nearly a hundred Half Moon disciples, plus the Full Moon elders and stewards among them forming the grand formation.

Enough to make the vast majority of jianghu masters die with regret.

And at this moment, it was merely to consume the demon monk Tang Xuanzang.

Yes, the Yue Gong Palace Master fundamentally had no hope that the Heavenly Moon Sword Formation could make this demon monk stand up.

This formation's function was simply to consume.

A group of Yue Gong disciples rushed forward with swords, sword shadows everywhere from all directions, stabbing at Tang Luo without the slightest politeness.

Tang Luo didn't even raise a hand; the Glazed Pure Robe on his body trembled lightly, faint black Qi energy circulating around, wrapping the chair within it completely.

Fully integrated Parry!

This skill once abandoned by Tang Luo, later rising to Level 3 by a fortunate coincidence, had been truly mastered by Tang Luo following the final connection in the mission world.

Sharp swords landing on the black airflow were like stabbing into solid iron, not only unable to advance an inch.

The force transmitted from within also caused everyone's swords to leave their hands, bodies flying backward, directly crashing into the second batch of Yue Gong disciples coming up.

Although because of the sword formation these disciples suffered no injuries, the killing momentum of the No-Moon Sword Formation was thus interrupted.

No longer possessing the power from just now.

"I'll do it!"

Before the No-Moon Sword Formation could regain its power, Dong Aniu shouted loudly, single hand reaching behind, dragging Zhen Tian Sui Yue.

Every step he trod on the ground left a shallow pit, cracks spreading.

The entire area seemed to tremble.

Zhen Tian Sui Yue, still like a towering heavenly pillar, moving like heaven collapsing and earth splitting!

Even the No-Moon Sword Formation suffered no small influence; Dong Aniu and the Yue Gong people, after all, had no coordination whatsoever.

He also hadn't thought of coordinating; advancing a few steps, Zhen Tian Sui Yue raised up.

A powerful repulsive force burst forth from Zhen Tian Sui Yue, making it almost impossible for people to steady their footing.

Dong Aniu seemed to be carried by Zhen Tian Sui Yue, leaping up in one bound, jumping into mid-air, both hands gripping the hammer handle, raising the giant hammer high above his head.

Then, it was as if a mountain peak fell from the sky!

Power that seized the soul!

Before the hammer truly fell, the ground around Tang Luo directly caved in a large area.

Even the chair Tang Luo sat on emitted a creaking sound of being unable to bear the load.

It would shatter in the next breath.

Bai Zhu's eyes narrowed, both hands dancing before him, several streams of light bursting from his fingertips.

Plucking Flowers Picking Leaves, Frivolous Plaything!

Lian Hua Gongzi's open and aboveboard hidden weapons, causing countless jianghu people headaches.

Those exquisitely crafted hidden weapons shaped like flowers, sharp as knives, traced perfect arcs through the air and flew to Tang Luo's side, slanting downward.

Fei Deng was not affected by the Heaven-Shaking Mountain-Shattering Hammer; on the contrary, he borrowed its force, making his power even greater!

Moreover, the target was not Tang Luo, but the chair Tang Luo was sitting on.

The gaps between those flowing, faintly discernible strands of black Qi!

The moment Bai Zhu made his move, the Moon Palace Master also flew up into the air, the seven-colored immortal ribbons emitting dazzling seven-colored light.

Even more light fell like starlight, transforming into identical hidden weapons, attacking Tang Luo.

For a moment, it was impossible to distinguish what was real and what was fake.

The three-person siege formation took shape in an instant.

Dong Aniu need not coordinate, but the Moon Palace could coordinate with him.

The Heaven-Shaking Mountain-Shattering Hammer traced an arc through the air, seemingly slow, giving an extremely heavy feeling.

No, not a feeling — this hammer was truly heavy to the utmost extreme.

Even more hidden weapons attacked; in such a situation, how to respond?

The surrounding Moon Palace disciples simply could not think of a way.

Tang Luo's response was very simple: he raised his left hand, sweeping from right to left through the air.

The black great cloak flung out, the coiling black Qi instantly spreading outward; all surrounding hidden weapons, real or fake, were blocked.

No need to distinguish real from false — just block them all.

As for the "calamity descending on the crown" from above, the moment Tang Luo waved his hand.

A hand the height of a person could faintly be seen emerging, its back striking Dong Aniu in midair.

Like swatting away a small insect.

Dong Aniu could not even hold onto the Heaven-Shaking Mountain-Shattering Hammer; the hammer fell to the ground, smashing into the earth and sinking in.

He himself fell heavily to the ground, spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, struggling but unable to rise.