Chapter 79: The Villainous Guest Arrives in Shu
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Next to the non-existent gate, eight dead bodies were lying neatly. Judging from their attire, they should be the gate guards of the royal palace. Their clothes were tidy, and at first glance, there were no major injuries on the surface. However, each person's face was black, as if they had been smoked. Car drove his eyebrows together, flipped his right wrist, and a yellowish copper coin was already stuck to his finger, "Whoosh!" It popped out. As soon as the copper coin touched the corpse, there was another soft "Shh" sound, and the whole person, including skin and bones, as well as clothing and other objects, were completely reduced to black ash, leaving only the steel knife at the waist, iron nails on the helmet, and fish-scale armor pieces embedded in the clothes.
The car suddenly braked, and he involuntarily leaned back, exclaiming: "What a ruthless poison!"
Yang Zhao's face also changed, and he shouted: "Is this poison? What exactly is it..." Before he could finish his sentence, there was a sudden loud crash, and the entire ground shook violently. Che Li's pupils constricted, and she subconsciously held her breath.
Two down, three down, four five six seven eight nine ten down! A tremendous roar echoed continuously, accompanied by the sound of heavy panting from afar, getting closer and closer. The voice was like a strong gust of wind, also like a fierce beast roaring, even the tiles on the wall of the Wang Fu were shaken violently. The bloody smell pierced into the nostrils, the taste becoming more and more intense. Yang Shuang and Che involuntarily raised their heads to look up, and suddenly saw that right in front of the main gate of the Wang Fu, on top of the cloud stone screen wall with the pattern of "Double Dragons Playing with a Pearl" drawn on it, half of a person's head was exposed.
Suddenly, a large patch of dark clouds floated across the sky, and in an instant, a faint black shadow enveloped the earth, completely blocking out the warm sunlight, making people feel as if they had fallen into an icy cave, with coldness spreading throughout their bodies.
Of course, there doesn't exist a kind of ghost that can float in mid-air with only half a head left. Even if it did, it's impossible for it to run out and cause trouble under the bright daylight. However, at this moment, what walked out from behind that screen... thing, could it really be human?
Three people's six eyes simultaneously reflected a strange and terrifying creature. He was at least two and a half meters tall, with his upper body bare, wearing only a pair of shorts on his lower limbs. His entire body was covered in bulging muscles, but his skin had an unnatural dark purple color. His eyebrows and hair were completely gone, his facial expression was wooden, and his eyes were dull and lifeless, making it impossible to tell whether he was happy or angry, sad or joyful. His two arms were as thick as the giant pillars on top of the Tai Chi Palace, completely disproportionate to his body. His left hand was empty, but his right hand... his right hand...
Dragging with half a bloody body, all parts above the lower abdomen have disappeared, leaving only a mangled corpse!
Two horses snorted and pawed the ground, kicking up dust. The sound startled the strange creature, which slowly turned its head, its two eyes, covered in red threads, staring fixedly at the three people outside the gate. The carriage nearby didn't provoke any reaction from it, nor did the distant moonlight, but when the image of Little King appeared in its pupils, it suddenly contracted. Its right hand grasped tightly, and the corpse's thigh in its palm suddenly made a "popping" sound, being crushed into a pulp. Blood, flesh, and bones flowed out from between its fingers, and the creature opened its mouth, mooing: "Yang... Yang Zhao..."
The bull's roar had just escaped when Yang Zhao immediately recognized the identity of this monster, yet still found it hard to believe, and blurted out: "Tang... Swen?"
It can't be wrong. Although the appearance of this monster in front of him has changed a lot compared to Tang Men's young master who liked to follow the fashion on Jinquan Building in Chengdu, the voice and tone when speaking are absolutely Tang Siwen. However, why? Why didn't he stay in Shu, but instead ran to Daxing City? And why could such a monster that attracts everyone's attention sneak into the King of Henan's mansion and commit murder without anyone noticing?
Various doubts flashed through Yang Zhao's mind like lightning, and he hastily shouted: "Carry the master brother, let go!" His body swayed slightly, and his right foot kicked out, sending the horse that Carry had been riding flying out from under him. Carry responded by jumping up, and when he looked down, he saw the horse whinnying pitifully as it flew over his head, its body like a cannonball crashing into the monster in front of the Tang Gate. The monster's eyes glowed red with anger, and it roared: "Yang... Yang Zhao!" It threw aside the half-corpses, raised its arm, and spread its ten fingers wide, its two giant hands forming an iron wall that blocked the way forward. A dull thud was heard, but to everyone's surprise, Tang Sengwen stood firm, his feet not moving an inch as he grasped the several-hundred-pound fine horse with one hand. He then transformed his palm into a claw and frantically tore the horse apart. Amidst the shrill neighing, the horse was ripped in two, its heart, liver, and intestines spilling out along with scalding hot blood that splattered everywhere. The blood had barely touched the ground when it corroded the hard bluestone, creating large holes, its toxicity so severe that it was unbelievable!
Such a brutal and bloodthirsty monster, whether in terms of emotions or reason, publicly or privately, cannot be allowed to continue living in this world. Yang Zhao's mind suddenly flashed with the image of Tang Zhong's beauty, but his feeling of guilt was fleeting. He raised his right arm, just about to let Ming Yue retreat for the time being, when a loud "Boom!" shook the air. A massive explosion of red light and intense flames poured down from above, its power not one bit inferior to Yang Xuan's "Heavenly Fire Tribulation". Looking up, it was Che Li, known as the strongest martial artist among the "Five Departments"! He clasped his palms together, bent his right leg, and floated in mid-air, his face stern and majestic, exuding a powerful aura. The fierce flames surrounded him, vaguely taking on the shape of a Buddha. The name of his fierce move was already on the tip of his tongue.
Six Spirit Fingers - Bodhisattva Annihilation!
The raging flames are overwhelming, filling the air with an intense heat. If Yang Xuan's flames were like a burning city in the sky, then at this moment, Che Lai's flames are like a million tons of molten lava pouring down from above. Although they may not be as dense and complex as the "Heavenly Fire Tribulation", their momentum is more than ten times thicker. Even if one is outside the situation, with Yang Zhao's current cultivation, it would still feel scorching hot and unbearable. As for Tang Siwen, who is in the midst of it all, the difficulty he faces is beyond words.
The shadow of death weighed heavily on his heart, but the greater the pressure, the more intense the reaction. This humanoid monster suddenly let out a loud roar, its body like a firework shooting into the sky, its giant hands like an eagle swooping down to grab the car, producing a sharp and piercing "whooshing" sound. The air where its arms passed through was trailed with wisps of dark black toxic smoke. The momentum was so fierce that it was terrifying to hear.
"Bodhisattva extermination, demon subjugation!" Che Li shouted loudly as he soared into the air. In an instant, like a comet colliding with the earth, two great masters clashed in mid-air five zhang above the ground. Flames and toxic fog surged everywhere, destroying everything they touched, turning a thirty-step radius into a death zone where no living being dared to approach. Yang Zhao, despite his fearlessness, had to prioritize Mingyue's safety first. Helpless, he could only pull the horse back, retreating further and further away. Looking up, he saw Che Li's palm knife slashing horizontally and vertically with an overwhelming offense; Tang Sheng's giant spirit hands grasped, tore, and struck, unleashing a multitude of bizarre moves. The two exchanged blows, each displaying their killing techniques, producing a series of dense, drumbeat-like explosive sounds. Their strength was evenly matched, and they somehow managed to form a strange balance through the power of offense and defense, canceling out even the eternal gravitational pull, suspending themselves stably in mid-air. From afar, it seemed like a divine technique, as if magical or enchanting.
Bodhisattva's destruction is actually the strongest among the "Six Spirit Secrets". It's not surprising that Che Li has such strength. However, when Tang Sengwen fought against Li Shentong at Jin Guan Lou in Chengdu back then, his strength was only slightly better than his opponent. At that time, Yang Zhao had not yet mastered the "Infinite Thunder" and "Ruthless Lightning" techniques, but he was confident enough to take down Tang Sengwen, who was like a fierce bull. However, when he imagined himself on the battlefield, he felt that if he didn't use the Yin-Yang Command or the "Two Instruments Eight Methods", nor the "Wordless True Classic", it wouldn't be as easy to win as he thought.
What had happened to Tong Wen's body? Yang Zhao's face was solemn, and in an instant, seventeen or eighteen speculations appeared in his mind, only to be denied one by one. Just as he was thinking, he heard a soft voice from the horseback beside him, "Ah Zhao, Ah Zhao." The voice trembled, clearly frightened to the extreme. Yang Zhao slightly hesitated, then turned around and reached out to hold Mingyue's jade-like hands, only to feel icy coldness, like holding onto a piece of frozen jade. His heart filled with sympathy, he tightened his grip and comforted, "Don't be afraid. This monster is nothing, Che Li will definitely take care of it."
It turned out that this was absolutely a hundred percent lie. As soon as Yang Zhao's voice fell, he suddenly heard a loud explosion in the air, and the hot wind spread rapidly in all directions, layer by layer. The trees planted on both sides of the road were scorched by the wind, and they withered instantly, revealing their internal toxicity. Yang Zhao was slightly surprised, and quickly pulled Mingyue into his arms to protect her. He activated his "Qianyang Gong" to its peak, releasing pure yang energy to form a shield that repelled water and fire. Even when the gale swept past them, the two people inside were completely unaffected. However, the horse was not so lucky. As soon as the hot wind touched its skin, it let out a mournful cry and fell to the ground with a "thud". Its body had already turned black, and it died instantly.
"Boom, boom" two consecutive shocks, Tang Suen Man and Che Lai fell to the ground separately. The former's half body was burned by the Buddha-destroying flame energy, leaving no intact skin, but he still stood firm like Mount Tai. Che Lai had a dark aura on his face, stumbled backward several steps, opened his mouth and spat out a large amount of black blood like ink, which fell to the ground with a "sizzling" sound. His body swayed several times, finally unable to stand up and sat down on the ground, ignoring the strong enemy in front of him, closing his eyes and joining his palms, using all his strength to operate against the poison. The monster-like Tang Suen Man raised his arms excitedly and roared towards the sky, his voice both threatening and joyful.
The outcome of the battle is now clear-cut as to who won and who lost.
Even the five cars of the crowd couldn't crush this ferocious monster. If it were to run into the bustling city, what would happen? At that moment, Tang Zhong's beautiful and charming figure involuntarily appeared in his mind. On that day, he had forced her to take the poisonous medicine "Seven Great Limits" she had refined herself, because he didn't have the antidote in hand, this Shu Wang's concubine only had seven days left to live. Calculating the time, by now, that moving body should have long since turned into white bones, buried deep under the yellow earth.
Yang Zhao remembered very clearly that he had personally promised Tang Zhongqing that as long as she revealed Yang Xiu's plot and helped him infiltrate the Shu King's mansion to destroy and seize the Yellow Emperor's dragon bone, he would give her the remaining half of the antidote. However, although Tang Zhongqing did everything, he himself was unable to fulfill his promise, which made him feel guilty in his heart. And now, he had to personally kill Tang Zhongqing's only younger brother...
Yang Zhao shook his head to dispel the distractions, carefully took out the Divine Hand Xianbing from his bosom and put it on. He gently patted Mingyue's back twice and instructed, "I'll go deal with it, be careful yourself."
"A Zhao, you..." Ming Yue swallowed the four words "don't go" and nodded silently, retreating from her lover's arms. In that instant, she suddenly hated herself for not even having half a bit of martial arts skills. Otherwise... otherwise...
At this moment, Yang Zhao would not know the turbulent thoughts in Ming Yue's heart. Because he had concentrated all his spirit and formed a simplest belief - kill!
The mysterious and profound true energy of the "Xuanmen Wangdao" has reached its peak in an instant. The eight trigrams, Qian, Kun, Zhen, Li, Kan, Gen, Xun, and Dui, each with their corresponding natural powers, appeared and disappeared one by one, surrounding Yang Zhao's body in a rapid rotation. The golden light of the divine sword in his hand grew even brighter as it sensed its master's intense battle intent and killing aura. The light emitted an unusual power that caused Tang Siwen, who was filled with evil energy and had a demonic appearance, to stop roaring and turn around to face Yang Zhao, shouting again: "Yang... Yang Zhao!"
"That's right, it was me." Yang Zhao shouted loudly: "The one who killed you is Yang Zhao!" His voice was like a sudden clap of thunder in spring. Before his words had fallen, he shot forward like an arrow leaving a bowstring, and the Qian and Zhen hexagrams appeared simultaneously on both palms. It turned out to be the same move as the 64-hexagram palm that Yang Guang had used yesterday. The 34th hexagram: Zhen above, Qian below, "Lei Tian" Da Zhuang.
The Judgment says: Great Taming. The great is tamed, the firm and strong are used to regulate. Therefore it is said 'Great Taming'. Great Taming is beneficial for correctness; the great is correct. When the great is correct, the feelings of heaven and earth can be seen!
