Chapter 419

Dong Aniu shook his head vigorously, the expression on his face quite twisted.

Bai Zhu's complexion also completely sank; he hadn't expected the situation to be so beyond his expectations.

"Form the array!"

Only the Moon Palace Palace Master still maintained her calm, perhaps because she had lost once before; her voice brought the surrounding shocked Moon Palace disciples back to their senses.

They reformed the array and launched a fierce attack at Tang Luo.

It wasn't a one-move agreement; it was merely that everyone's first wave of offense had been blocked by the other party, and victory or defeat had not yet been determined.

Facing the reassembled Heavenly Joy Sword Array, Tang Luo reached out and grabbed.

Lying on the ground, embedded in the earth, the heavy Zhen Tian Sui Yue Hammer flew up into the air, passed over everyone's heads, and landed in Tang Luo's hand.

"That's mine!"

Dong Aniu abruptly stood up, staring at Tang Luo with bloodshot eyes.

The honest simplicity on his face was gone, replaced by a bone-chilling killing intent emanating from his whole body; he looked just like a genuine mad bull.

Even Bai Zhu was startled.

He had known Dong Aniu for several months and had never seen him this angry; even his face was somewhat twisted.

"Aniu, rest assured, the hammer definitely won't let him take it away!" Bai Zhu shouted.

Dong Aniu seemed not to have heard, charging at Tang Luo.

Over there, Tang Luo, Zhen Tian Sui Yue in hand, lightly smashed it onto the ground.

Instantly the earth shook and mountains swayed, as if an earth dragon was turning over; the ground instantly surged up in a "wave."

The surrounding Moon Palace disciples immediately toppled left and right, completely unable to stand firm; the Heavenly Joy Sword Array was thus easily broken open.

Only Tang Luo did not move a muscle.

The Zhen Tian Sui Yue Hammer in his hand, compared to in Dong Aniu's hand, could display completely different power.

"Give it back!"

At this moment, Dong Aniu roared, already having charged before Tang Luo, striking out with a palm.

His palm swelled to a purple-black color, his movements like muffled thunder surging.

It was precisely Yan Yuke's signature ultimate skill, the Rushing Thunder Palm!

The Moon Palace Palace Master's eyes narrowed.

This closed-door disciple of hers, Dong Aniu, executed this move with ten parts proficiency, in no way inferior to Yan Yuke of that year.

It's just a pity...

The Zhen Tian Sui Yue Hammer's head turned, light and nimble in Tang Luo's hand like a small dagger.

The Rushing Thunder Palm landed on the cylindrical hammer head, like an egg hitting a rock; the sound of bones snapping rang out.

Tang Luo swung his arm, and Dong Aniu flew backward once more, landing on the ground and spitting out another mouthful of fresh blood; one arm was crippled on the spot.

"Aniu, stop attacking." Seeing Dong Aniu still trying to stand up, Bai Zhu came to his side and supported him, saying.

"Scram!"

Unexpectedly, Dong Aniu didn't appreciate it at all, shoving Bai Zhu away and charging at Tang Luo relentlessly.

A look of fighting to the death.

Bai Zhu was shoved staggering by Dong Aniu; when he steadied himself, he saw Dong Aniu and his master jointly besieging that demon monk.

Only, the Zhen Tian Sui Yue Hammer was being played by the other party into an incomparably nimble "shield."

Suddenly in front, suddenly behind.

Afterimages continuously appeared at her side, the powerful force transmitted from them making the Moon Palace Palace Master simply not dare to clash head-on.

Every time at the moment of imminent collision, she withdrew her hand.

Whether it was Tang Luo himself, or the chair he was sitting on, her attacks could not touch either.

The Moon Palace Palace Master was confident that as long as she landed a hit, even if striking Tang Luo himself, with the might of a Saint Weapon, it would be enough to transmit the force and destroy the chair he sat on.

But she just couldn't touch him.

The Qi energy released across the distance was likewise blocked by the faintly discernible black airflow around Tang Luo.

A short distance, like a natural moat.

Since the Zhen Tian Sui Yue was seized by Tang Luo, Dong Aniu had already lost his composure; at first he still had a bit of restraint.

After a few moves, he went berserk again.

His fate was self-evident; if not for Bai Zhu arriving in time, catching the flying Dong Aniu and dissipating a large amount of force.

This guy probably wouldn't have been able to get up.

"Aniu, you..." Bai Zhu looked at Dong Aniu, his expression ugly.

Dong Aniu stood up swaying, his face increasingly twisted. Not only that, his hair, at some unknown time, had already turned graying-white.

The wrinkles on his face had also increased.

In the Jianghu, experts with deep cultivation and youth-preserving arts are not few, especially in the Moon Palace, the most.

The various martial uncles and martial grand-uncles Bai Zhu saw in his childhood, whatever they looked like before, they look like that now.

But during battle, if cultivation is pushed to the extreme, they also have no way to continue maintaining their original youthful beauty.

As the Lianhua Young Master who grew up in the Moon Palace, Bai Zhu saw at a glance that Dong Aniu belonged to this situation.

It wasn't that he used some technique, squeezing his life force to gain powerful combat strength in a short time.

The two are very similar, yet cannot deceive Bai Zhu's eyes.

The gradually aging, face twisted and bizarre Dong Aniu charged at Tang Luo once more.

Then, Tang Luo casually tossed it, the Zhen Tian Sui Yue flew out, accompanied by a "Here, take it back."

It landed on Dong Aniu.

Dong Aniu neither dodged nor evaded, clutching the hammer with both hands in a death grip, taking the blow head-on, spewing a large mouthful of fresh blood, and crashing heavily to the ground, completely unconscious.

The face — one half young, one half aged — looked extremely bizarre.

Throwing away the Heaven-Shaking Mountain-Shattering Hammer did not mean Tang Luo had fallen into a disadvantage; on the contrary, it meant this duel could now produce a victor.

When Bai Zhu's gaze withdrew from Dong Aniu and turned back to the arena.

He saw his master half-kneeling before that demonic monk, the demonic monk's hand pressed atop her head.

The Moon Palace Palace Master lowered her head slightly, her expression indiscernible.

The seven-colored immortal ribbons on her body still drifted slowly.

Before her, Tang Luo — black greatcoat, white hair, face placid — stood towering like a mountain peak, like the very sky above.

An immortal strokes my crown, ties my hair, grants eternal life.

In a trance, what Bai Zhu saw was not some sparring match, not a duel, but a scene that belonged in a painted scroll, a mural.

"Let go—"

Shaking his head hard to fling the "illusion" from his mind, Bai Zhu shouted loudly and was about to rush over.

Over there Tang Luo released the Moon Palace Palace Master: "Female Bodhisattva, the wound on your face, this poor monk has already treated with an enlightened touch, proof enough of sincerity."

The Moon Palace Palace Master stood, raising a hand to stop Bai Zhu: "We lost."

Being able to heal wounds with an enlightened touch even while fighting — such strength is already an insurmountable chasm.

Continuing to entangle further would be utterly meaningless.

It would only provoke the other party; better to simply admit defeat cleanly.

Right, it has nothing to do with the facial wound being healed at all.

"Good." Tang Luo stood, casually reaching out, grabbing and pulling, taking the seven-colored immortal ribbons from the Moon Palace Palace Master.

The Moon Palace Palace Master said nothing, silently accepting the agreed-upon condition.

Bai Zhu watched with a pang of sympathetic pain — clearly a perfectly proper matter, so why did it look like there were so many things wrong with it?

Suspecting the cart without evidence, Bai Zhu suffered holding it in.

Most importantly, he couldn't beat the other party, so he could only hold it in.

Casually winding it around, he balled the seven-colored immortal ribbons into a cluster, making the surrounding Moon Palace disciples ache with distress.

Please, this is one of the Nine Great Saint Weapons! Such a pretty ribbon, could you not treat it so casually?

Walking to Dong Aniu's side, Tang Luo reached for the Heaven-Shaking Mountain-Shattering Hammer.

Bai Zhu mustered courage to block Tang Luo: "Master, this hammer wasn't in the wager, right?"

"It wasn't, but this poor monk wants it — any problem?" Tang Luo said.

Before Bai Zhu could speak, a cry of alarm came from that side.

Turned out several Moon Palace disciples curiously went to touch the chair Tang Luo had sat on, originally expecting to see it turn to fragments, powder.

Unexpectedly, they poked it hard — the chair was still that chair, not the slightest damage.

"This belongs to my friend, even if I have to stake my life…"

"Your friend's quite old in years, you're friends across generations, right?" Tang Luo laughed.

Bai Zhu's face darkened again; how could he not see it.

Dong Aniu — actually wasn't Dong Aniu; he was most likely the Yan Yuke of that year!

Just unknown why, he transformed into Dong Aniu; my encounter with him wasn't coincidence, likely his meticulous scheme!

"This poor monk helped your Moon Palace remove a scourge; if your Moon Palace even begrudges this broken hammer, that's unjustifiable." Tang Luo said.

Bai Zhu really wanted to say, this is a Saint Weapon! What broken hammer!

But the other party just sat there, completely treating a jianghu top expert wielding a Saint Weapon as nothing.

This strength — seemingly indeed qualified to call the Heaven-Shaking Mountain-Shattering a broken hammer.

To him, Saint Weapon or not — aren't they all the same?

Bai Zhu felt the other party collected Saint Weapons for another purpose, not the ordinary sort — hahaha, I got a Saint Weapon, I'm invincible, I'll achieve merit and fame, dominate a region.

Then get hunted by a horde till heaven and earth have no place for them, realizing a Saint Weapon doesn't make you truly invincible.

"Guarding the enterprise is harder than founding it."

Tang Luo bypassed the no-longer-obstructing Bai Zhu, took the Heaven-Shaking Mountain-Shattering.

Like the Black Flame Demonic Saber, the Coiling Dragon Staff, the Seven-Colored Immortal Ribbons — the Heaven-Shaking Mountain-Shattering was also a piece of equipment with a simple description.

Quite heavy, a weapon ordinary martial artists cannot even lift, let alone wield.

Too lazy to conceal, Tang Luo directly stowed the Heaven-Shaking Mountain-Shattering and the Seven-Colored Immortal Ribbons.

Bai Zhu stared blankly a moment before reacting — should be the Seven-Colored Immortal Ribbons' illusion art, hiding both.

"Then this poor monk takes leave, many thanks for the Palace Master's clue; if there's need, this poor monk will come find you again." Tang Luo said, treading Lingbo steps, drifting away.

Leaving behind a Moon Palace played to ruin.

"Master, what does he mean he'll come again?" After a while, Bai Zhu said.

Once isn't enough? He took the Saint Weapons, what more does he want?

"He needs our Moon Palace to provide clues on Saint Weapons, otherwise we wouldn't have passed so easily." The Moon Palace Palace Master said, "Today's matter, total secrecy; any leaker, sect rules disposal!"

"Yes!"

The Moon Palace disciples chorused in unison.

They knew clearly, today's affair absolutely must not spread outside.

"Take him away, lock him in the dungeon." The Moon Palace Palace Master glanced at Dong Aniu, ordered.

"I'll do it." Bai Zhu hoisted Dong Aniu, face awkward.

Think of him, the Flower-Pitying Young Master, priding himself on resourcefulness, schemes aplenty, completely unlike that Sword Young Master type of brute who only knows "Come, fight a round" to solve problems.

I never expected this would actually bring a wolf into the house.

Dong Aniu, no, Yan Yuke's martial arts are even higher than the Moon Palace Palace Lord's.

And if he truly repelled Tang Luo, he would inevitably become an honored guest of the Moon Palace; even staying at the Moon Palace for a period of time (together with Bai Zhu) would be no problem.

If he intended to do something in the Moon Palace, others would find it hard to detect and stop him.

The consequences are unthinkable.

Expanding on this deeply would mean skipping another 150,000 words.