Chapter 426

Soon, the faint, barely visible speck of radiance vanished completely, as if it had never appeared at all.

Tang Luo looked at the Storyteller.

A wide circle had already been cleared around the Storyteller, everyone afraid of being caught in the imminent battle between the demonic monk and this man.

The Storyteller gave a slight nod and said, "The Holy Monk truly possesses world-shaking divine skill, but there are still two others..." very cleverly changing his form of address.

Two of the Four Holy Lands have lost, but two remain; although one cannot match the Zhu Royal Clan in power, and one is slightly inferior to the Flying Sword Gate in individual strength.

But however you put it, they are Holy Lands, holders of Holy Weapons; what comes next will likely be two spectacularly brilliant contests.

The battle just now between Zhu Chenfu and Ye Bie Li.

One fast as lightning, one with soaring momentum, both extremely spectacular.

The Storyteller's whole being had already ignited; he wanted to see even more battles.

After today, the structure of the jianghu will change; above the heads of the Four Holy Lands, a Holy Monk, a God-Buddha, will appear!

His strength, his pressure can weigh down the entire jianghu until it can barely breathe!

A king is born, ruling over all under heaven!

As a firsthand witness and participant of this event, the Storyteller itched to provide commentary on the spot.

All eyes converged on the two remaining Holy Lands.

Before Tang Luo could make a move again.

Someone in the crowd suddenly shouted, "What are you afraid of! This demonic monk has fought two in a row! He's definitely at the end of his tether! Against this kind of heretic, we don't need to talk about any jianghu morality! Everyone charge together! The Holy Weapon absolutely cannot fall into the hands of this kind of demon!"

There he is, the legendary "No-Need-For-Morality Monster".

The atmosphere was whipped up, everyone swarmed forward, refusing to believe this demonic monk could still turn the tide.

Even if you defeated the Falling Petals Sword God and Zhu Chenfu, does that mean guaranteed victory?

We have several hundred people here, everyone charge together.

I'm asking you, are you scared or not?

After that person finished shouting, there was a rustling commotion all around, and in an instant a large empty space formed.

Even the footholds on the cliff overhead — the few people up there scrambled to jump down and ran to the side, signaling "I don't know him".

That person was still smug about firing the first "shot" in inciting a mob beating of the demonic monk, when he suddenly felt the space around him empty out.

Many people looked at him with the eyes one reserves for an idiot.

If he were a true hothead, he might have actually charged in himself.

Old jianghu hands would definitely not charge in; each one wished they could turn invisible on the spot, praying not to be singled out by that demonic monk.

Only this kind of half-baked amateur thinks "we can win" and still wants to egg others on.

Please, do you think everyone is the same level of scrub as you?

The current situation is actually very simple: it just depends on whether the remaining two Holy Lands, and the Zhu Royal Clan's Heavenly Forbidden Guards, can tear open a wound on the demonic monk.

Once they succeed, the surrounding people definitely won't mind seeking wealth in the midst of danger.

If not?

Then we are just onlookers, righteous and kind honest folk.

Besiege someone? We honest folk don't do that kind of thing.

A bunch of jianghu people who usually shout for blood and speak with blades, swords, fists and feet — at this moment, they were extremely reasonable.

Not only were they very reasonable, they also despised this unreasonable person, vowing to draw a clear line between themselves and him completely.

You're also worthy of being called a jianghu person?

That person swallowed a mouthful of saliva, cursing inwardly: A bunch of cowardly scum, I was doing this for your own good!

"Demonic monk, today counts as your luck, wai—"

No helping it, all pig teammates; leaving behind a ruthless line, this person prepared to turn and run, but unfortunately, before he could finish speaking, a fist kept enlarging before his eyes.

Ao Yulie smashed a fist into this person's face: "Still leaving ruthless lines? Didn't your master teach you that ruthless lines are only spoken when you can actually escape?"

Even Team Rocket knows to say "We'll be back!" after being blasted off.

Leaving aside Ao Yulie's beating of a certain someone over here.

Over there, Moon Palace Palace Mistress Bai Zhi said, "The Seven-Colored Immortal Silk has been handed over to the Fourth-Degree Holy Monk; thank you, Holy Monk, for aiding Moon Palace. Moon Palace came here only to learn the secret of the Holy Weapon."

These words were spoken with very high skill.

"The Seven-Colored Immortal Silk has already changed hands?"

"How could that be?"

"Right, a few days ago, he went to Moon Palace!"

The crowd stirred with commotion, recalling that this demonic monk had indeed made a trip to Moon Palace.

Since the Seven-Colored Immortal Silk is already in the demonic monk's hands.

Could it be that today's gathering is actually a setup? A trap to corner all the Holy Weapons into the demonic monk's hands?

Thinking of this possibility, someone's blood surged, feeling their head grow hot while their limbs turned cold and numb, their whole body experiencing a sense of being detached.

The surrounding voices of discussion became extremely distant.

They wouldn't all die here, would they?

"The Immovable God King cannot fall into your hands." That person from Chengtian Pavilion, clad in golden armor, spoke, "If you want it, come take it yourself."

Unafraid of power, returning the exact same words.

The Chengtian Pavilion disciples had already arrayed themselves in formation.

They did not choose to await death with bound hands, but to resist to the end.

Ao Yulie, who had beaten that person half to death, looked strangely at the Chengtian Pavilion people: "What are these guys playing at?"

Do you guys actually have the Immovable God King or not? Don't you know in your own hearts?

Just then, a whistling sound of tearing air came, a black streak cleaved the long sky, heading straight for Tang Luo.

This was a giant arrow, over one meter long, thick as a bowl mouth.

Shot out from the tree clusters atop the cliff's top layer.

Not a weapon used against people, but a heavy crossbow bolt for besieging cities and capturing strongholds.

Mastered by the Heaven-Bearing Pavilion, a forged war weapon!

Unsuited for jianghu brawls, but in this special occasion, it can exert enormous effect.

No one had anticipated such a heavy arrow would suddenly appear.

The crossbow bolt's target, likewise, would be no one else — precisely Tang Luo, standing before the Heaven-Bearing Pavilion crowd.

The crossbow bolt whistled over; Tang Luo did not dodge, instead raising his hand, purely with flesh-and-blood body to block that terrifying weapon capable of piercing even city gates, even city walls.

"Arrogant."

This thought flashed through many people's minds.

This kind of heavy crossbow bolt has little use in jianghu brawls, because its build is huge, not easy to move, easily damaged.

Not because its power is small.

Its destructive power is top-tier.

Jianghu masters can, to a certain extent, achieve the same destructive power; presumably you, the Fourth-Degree Demon Monk, can too.

But that does not mean you can block this arrow with a flesh-and-blood body.

Two sharp spears contending against each other, the greatest possibility is mutual destruction.

However, when the crossbow bolt's black arrowhead touched Tang Luo's palm, what shattered was not his palm, but that heavy, solid arrowhead.

Like a wooden sword crashing into a massive boulder, it began to crumble piece by piece.

The next breath, a booming explosion sound shook everyone's ears numb.

The shattered crossbow bolt, unexpectedly, exploded!

This is not simply a medium crossbow bolt, but an explosive arrow!

From the start, the Heaven-Bearing Pavilion never treated this demon monk as a person; they treated him as a city!

A tall city wall blocking before everyone, impossible to surpass.

They want to blast apart this tall city wall! Plunder the "city interior's" Holy Soldier.

Firelight and thick black smoke completely enveloped the spot where Tang Luo stood.

Fortunately, from the start everyone feared the demon monk's strength, all keeping a not-close distance from him.

Otherwise, the explosion would have dragged others in.

Ye Bie Li glared furiously at the Heaven-Bearing Pavilion crowd, a group of despicable, shameless scoundrels!

Such a peerless expert, suppressing an era, just like the Resentful Heaven Divine Lord of that year, should not die in this kind of war weapon's sneak attack.

This is an insult to martial artists!

Without doubt, Ye Bie Li is a pure martial artist, but the Heaven-Bearing Pavilion people are not.

When they received the news, suspecting that day's person was the Fourth-Degree Demon Monk, they had already made preparations.

The crossbow cart was disassembled, carried separately by others, transported to a suitable location then assembled — otherwise, a heavy crossbow cart fundamentally cannot get up there.

Those places, ordinary jianghu people can hardly reach.

Don't look at Sword Young Master crossing mountains to come; that's because his lightness skill is good, the cliff's jagged rocks, footholds only a sparse seven or eight people at most.

The crossbow bolts were also separated, reassembled.

Hardness and strength both inferior to a proper one-piece crossbow bolt, but it doesn't matter, because the explosion is the main event!

Such a "sneak attack," only the Heaven-Bearing Pavilion who controls "black technology" can pull off, and still requires heaven's timing and earth's advantage.

"Fourth-Degree Demon Monk, let's see if you die!" The face beneath the pale-gray armor revealed a ferocious grin.

Firelight and pungent, choking thick black smoke dispersed a little, revealing the vague human figure inside; everyone let out a cry of alarm.

Under such fierce explosion, that demon monk still hasn't fallen?!

"Hmph!"

A cold laugh came, then another sound of tearing air.

An explosive arrow shot up swiftly, blasted into the thick smoke, another loud boom, explosion and firelight enveloped once more.

Stone fragments sprayed in all directions.

The crowd retreated one after another.

Crossbow bolts, naturally not just one; four directions, eight explosive heavy fury arrows, poured in continuously, all expended.

The power of explosion resonance stacking up made the entire valley tremble.

As if a natural disaster.

The trembling caused stone fragments to keep crashing down from the cliffs overhead.

Nearby jianghu people had already run toward the stone stairs — there were no falling objects there, comparatively safe.

Passing by the Heaven-Bearing Pavilion crowd, they still didn't forget to glare fiercely.

You kill the demon monk we raise both hands in support, nearly pitting everyone together, that's not honorable.

Trembling stopped, firelight and smoke slowly dissipated.

Everyone looked toward the explosion's center position; such terrifying attack, even the sturdiest city wall would be thoroughly blasted down.

That demon monk...

"Aaaah! Bastard!"

A furious roar rang out.

Smoke dispersed mostly, flames still burning, firelight flickering.

Amidst the flames and thick smoke stood a figure in golden armor, their entire body encased in it, white ribbons fluttering behind them and emitting a faint glow, like a seven-colored cloak.

Immovable Divine King Armor!

Seven-Colored Immortal Ribbon!

The moment they saw these two holy weapons, the quicker-witted among them understood completely.

The one who infiltrated the Chengtian Pavilion that night was indeed this Fourth-Degree Demon Monk.

Moreover, the other party truly stole the Immovable Divine King; it wasn't as the Chengtian Pavilion claimed — the thief came empty-handed and left empty-handed.

The armor worn by the Chengtian Pavilion Master is most likely a counterfeit they fabricated.

Why isn't the armor the Demon Monk wears the fake?

Very simple: only the true Immovable Divine King could protect its wearer under such an onslaught.

One can tell true from false just by listening to the Chengtian Pavilion Master's desperate, furious roar.

You stole our armor, then use it to block our arrows!