Chapter 908: Old Fellow Townsman

The tower ship was very sturdy; even after being slapped away by Tang Luo with one palm, it remained intact, and even the mast on the deck did not break.

All present! Come over and gather, squat down!

Meng Tian continued to kneel on the ground, issuing the command.

The terracotta warriors that were about to attack immediately stopped their movements, left the imperial road and gathered, forming a black mass squatting with heads covered, looking very practiced.

Without a doubt, although Xu Fu appeared very impressive on stage, his status seemed even higher than Meng Tian's.

But in reality, Meng Tian's military authority absolutely surpasses Xu Fu's; one is a general, the other a Daoist alchemist, a big difference.

Meng Tian gave the order, and the terracotta warriors just watched Xu Fu get beaten, unmoved.

If the terracotta warriors don't move, Xu Fu cannot stay still.

The tower ship knocked onto the ground shook, and a black unknown liquid spread across the deck, flowing down the hull.

Moreover, the ship's sides suddenly split open, creating four openings; this splitting was not damage. Though it was the hull, the gaps felt more like wounds of some living creature.

It was also like an open mouth.

From the gaps, arms grew out. The four arms looked no different from human arms, but they had the pallor of a corpse and were extremely emaciated, describable as skin and bones.

The four arms supported the ground, like the tower ship's legs.

Then the tower ship began to "run"; a ship grew four arms and used them to run across the land.

This scene was comical yet carried a certain eerie feeling that made one's skin crawl.

The black unknown liquid continued to flow out of the ship, dripping onto the ground, forming a "dot by dot" trace.

Above the black trace, vague phantoms resembling tentacles or flames could be seen writhing.

"I roughly understand why you don't like him." Tang Luo, not rushing to pursue, looked at Meng Tian and said.

"Yeah, this guy keeps pulling that creepy stuff." Meng Tian nodded, deeply feeling it.

The creepiness wasn't fear, just a feeling of discomfort.

It's like how many people feel uncomfortable hearing the sound of fingernails scraping a blackboard.

Even worse, some don't need to hear it; just seeing a description or recalling it gives them goosebumps.

Tang Luo took out the Mysterious Transformation, forming it into the Mysterious Transformation Umbrella-Spear, aiming at the tower ship still running about like a headless fly: "Stop, disembark, cover your head and squat, or I'll fire."

Aiming a ship that can run with an umbrella, and indicating he would fire.

This scene was undoubtedly even more comical.

Yet no one present dared to laugh, not daring, not daring.

The tower ship instantly stopped; the four arms retracted into the hull, slammed onto the ground, and those traces on the ground, like living things, writhed back onto the ship and vanished.

The ever-present children's chanting disappeared.

The cabin's wooden door opened, and an old man walked out.

He had gray-white hair and beard, his hair combed into a Daoist hairstyle.

He was very tall, even half a head taller than Meng Tian, who is close to two meters, yet also very thin.

His cheeks were sunken, and he wore a wide apricot-yellow Daoist robe.

His face had no wrinkles, a very youthful visage, except his eyes were somewhat cloudy.

At first glance, he seemed an old man with an immortal's aura and Daoist bone structure, but upon closer look, he seemed no different from an ordinary old man.

"May I ask who you are?" Xu Fu stood on the tower ship, not immediately disembarking.

"Get down, go squat over there." Tang Luo pointed beside Meng Tian, cutting off Xu Fu's words.

Xu Fu's clasped-hand gesture stopped, and he narrowed his eyes at Tang Luo.

A black trace spread beneath his feet, from which many black hands grew, as emaciated as those the tower ship had sprouted; these hands grabbed Xu Fu's feet and pulled him down.

As if sinking into a bottomless abyss, Xu Fu was pulled in and vanished.

Beside Meng Tian on the other side, an irregular black trace appeared, and Xu Fu floated up from it.

The trace under his feet disappeared; Xu Fu glanced at Meng Tian beside him, then sat cross-legged.

"Who is he?" Xu Fu asked.

"Um... Buddha's enemy, enemy of the Heavenly Court, Tester, previous Fighting Victory Buddha of the Great Thunder Sound Temple." Meng Tian said, showing a thoughtful expression.

The last two identities seemed somewhat conflicting.

You should know, the Tester's restrictions have only just been lifted; he's merely left the novice zone.

Theoretically, he wouldn't come into contact with something as massive as the Great Thunder Sound Temple... but it's not absolute.

When His Majesty was healing his wounds, the Seven Emotions and Six Desires incarnation accidentally came into contact with the Tester—wait a moment!

Could it be the same person?

"Forget it, these aren't really important. What matters is that he's strong, and you've seen that." Meng Tian said.

Xu Fu nodded slowly.

His quick disembarking naturally followed his inner thoughts.

The extremely obedient deities of the Holy Alliance opposite were enough to explain the situation, let alone the lethal threat felt when they pointed an umbrella at him.

"So we just sit like this?" Xu Fu asked.

"At least we can sit; I didn't say we're fellow townsfolk so you have to squat like the opposite side!" Meng Tian pointed at the opposite deities.

Except for a black mist's Hades, everyone else was squatting there, hands clasped around their necks—why not around the head? Because Ares and Baldur's heads were still injured.

Xu Fu silently shifted his gaze: "What about my ship then?"

"Confiscated." Meng Tian gave a malicious smile: "Good thing."

He wished this Buddha's enemy would confiscate Xu Fu's ship—what a piece of junk, its wailing ghosts and howling wolves ruin the mood.

"……" Xu Fu said nothing, closing his eyes.

Let's just wait and see; Meng Tian isn't cooperating here, and he also has no good recourse.

Speaking of which, a few more people, and His Majesty will also be arriving soon.

The deity across from us will also descend before long; then we can take back his ship.

Thinking this, Xu Fu's heart gave a sudden twitch.

He saw Tang Xuanzang grab his own ship, shaking and destroying it like a violent brat.

The incredibly sturdy tower ship emitted a creaking sound.

Supporting it was extremely difficult; it looked like it would shatter in the next breath.

Meng Tian's malicious laughter came from his ears; Xu Fu had no doubt that if he made a move, Meng Tian would instead stop him, until his tower ship was completely dismantled.

Fortunately, Tang Luo didn't completely destroy Xu Fu's tower ship; he gave it a couple of casual squeezes, confirmed it wouldn't act up, and tossed it to Zhu Bajie's side.

After doing that, Tang Luo stood suspended in the high air, eyes closed.

Like an angler waiting for a fish to bite.

Not long after, two figures appeared at the end of Chidao, dressed similarly to Meng Tian; obviously both were generals.

One old, one young; the older looked about the same age as Xu Fu.

The younger wasn't a teenager either, but had an appearance similar in age to Meng Tian.

Wang Jian, Wang Ben, the Wang father and son, both earned meritorious service for Qin's unification of the world.

Moreover, in historical records they withdrew bravely from the rapids, beginning well and ending well.

The moment they appeared, Tang Luo's figure in the high air had already vanished, appearing beside Wang Jian, and he threw a punch.

Wang Jian reacted extremely quickly, almost simultaneously drawing his bronze sword and stabbing toward Tang Luo.

Furthermore, Wang Ben's halberd sliced through the void, sweeping at the sneak attacker from a strange angle.

"Boom!"

The fist heavily struck Wang Jian's left arm, sending him flying off his horse and colliding with Wang Ben.

Whether bronze sword or halberd, neither could exert any effect.

On the contrary, they were taken by Tang Luo, thrown onto the mountaintop, and entered the exhibition hall of 'contraband weapons'.

One punch sent the two flying; Tang Luo pursued the advantage.

The violent attack completely crushed the father‑son pair's counter‑attack; after wounding them so they could no longer fight back, he tossed them beside Xu Fu and Meng Tian.

"Good." Meng Tian gave a greeting.

"Who is he?"

"Such strength." The Wang father and son were completely bewildered, utterly unable to figure out what had happened.

In the brief, fierce battle just now, they didn't even have leisure to observe the surroundings.

They only felt like a tiny skiff in a stormy sea, liable to be torn apart at any moment.

Meng Tian simply explained the matter once.

"Then why not hit him?" Wang Ben pointed at Xu Fu, somewhat displeased.

This occultist's social connections are indeed poor.

"Because I know the times." Xu Fu gave a soft hum; whether Meng Tian or the Wang father and son, mere persuasion (or threats) would certainly not make them surrender.

We must first give them a beating before they will obediently submit.

Although Meng Tian wasn't hit, he personally saw Thunder God, Ares, and Hades get beaten, and his head wasn't as hard as before.

"Hmph! Villain!"

"Coward!"

The Wang father and son cast a look of contempt at Xu Fu.

Xu Fu closed his eyes again; he really had nothing in common with this bunch of brutes.

Blue water light shone on Xu Fu's face, yet it didn't make him open his eyes.

Isn't it just that Poseidon came? He still has to be beaten, disarm, and obediently squat.

Meng Tian and the others then looked toward the figure emerging from the Rainbow Bridge; though only one person, he directly brought forth a vast ocean—the Sea God Poseidon.

"How long can he hold out?"

"Definitely not longer than us."

"That's right." The three quickly reached a consensus.

Poseidon's endurance was indeed not as long as the Wang father and son's.

Tang Luo flicked his finger; the glazed flame ignited that vast ocean, evaporating it.

Poseidon's trident was broken, turning into a smooth stick and two parts of the forked head.

Poseidon himself was beaten into a small puddle, "lying" beside Hades' black mist, indicating he could still be rescued.

"See?" Meng Tian pointed at Poseidon, "If I hadn't timely established a fellow‑townsfolk bond with him, you'd be worse off than now."

"Thanks a lot then." The Wang father and son replied irritably.

"Hahaha." Meng Tian laughed triumphantly, "The words 'fellow townsfolk' are worth a fortune."

But the next instant, his smile instantly withdrew.

Xu Fu opened his eyes; the Wang father and son stood up.

Those crouching terracotta warriors rose to their feet.

Meng Tian stood up a bit slower; a crowd looked toward the direction of Chidao, where Chidao was trembling.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

The sound of thousands marching together came forth; compared to these terracotta warriors, it was even taller—a humanoid mech fifteen meters high appeared.

It was not a battle formation, but a ceremonial guard.

At the center of the honor guard was an extremely splendid tall carriage, of mysterious-metal color.

The carriage driver was a man who resembled Meng Tian by eighty percent; unsurprisingly, it was Meng Yi.

"Welcome, Your Majesty!"

With a sound like mountains and seas overturning, all the terracotta warriors knelt on one knee in unison.

Meng Tian and the others did likewise.

"Rise."

The honor guard remained; the carriage did not stop, a majestic voice sounded, and someone lifted the heavy curtain and stepped out.

He wore a mysterious-metal imperial robe, a bronze longsword at his waist, and a crown with hanging beads.

Qin Shi Huang, Ying Zheng!