BXBX NOVEL Chapter 178: Fierce Specter Emerges!
Chapter 178: Fierce Specter Emerges!
Chapter 178: Fierce Specter Emerges!
Xu Disheng smiled and said, “You tell me?”
The disciple in the green robe rejoiced a little inside. “This is the concealing technique that was passed down to me by my ancestors. I’ll give it to Senior Martial Brother if you give me 1,000—no, 800 spirit stones.”
A sharp glint flashed in Xu Disheng’s eyes. The pressure from the White Lotus Array Flag increased, and several Soul-Devouring White Lotuses appeared out of nowhere and landed on the green-robed disciple’s body as if they would plunge into his sea of consciousness and directly attack his soul at any moment.
“You picked the wrong move at the wrong place, Senior Martial Brother. In the inner realm of the Luminous Cloud Abyss, disciples will be protected by the mist and teleported out when they’re about to take fatal damage,” the green-robed disciple said confidently, as if he wasn’t scared of the Soul-Devouring White Lotus Petals right next to him. “Let’s do it like this. If you give me 500 spirit stones, I’ll give this concealing technique to you, Senior Martial Brother.”
Seeing that Xu Disheng was interested in his concealing technique, the green-robed disciple was obviously trying to rip him off and make a big profit.
Instead, the reply he got was the Soul-Devouring White Lotus Petals plunging into his sea of consciousness and directly attacking his soul!
“Aaahhh!!” the green-robed disciple cried out. He fell to the ground, where he started convulsing uncontrollably.
A stream of white mist appeared from nowhere and wrapped around the green-robed disciple’s sea of consciousness, taking out the Soul-Devouring White Lotus Petals. Then, the mist shrouded around the green-robed disciple and teleported him out.
Xu Disheng’s brows creased as he stared at the ground where the green-robed disciple disappeared.
A cold voice rang out through the ruined town. “Victory goes to Xu Disheng of Morning Dew Peak. You will continue to be matched with another opponent.”
The ruined buildings around him shattered into fragments and the entire town turned to a fine powder, which were swept away by the mist. It contained a strong power of teleportation, which sent Xu Disheng to another setting.
“Senior Martial Brother Xu won,” Chu Luo commented, still in his courtyard on Morning Dew Peak. There were a few other disciples with him watching the Eight Mountains Tournament. The screen of light on the jade slip had been projected to a larger size, showing the scene of Xu Disheng being teleported out of the stage by the mist.
“Senior Martial Brother Xu is the fourth place genius of the Mingxin Mountain Range. Even if he isn’t on the same level as those peerless geniuses, his ranking can’t be low,” one of the disciples said in an admiring tone. The one who spoke was a disciple who had recently joined Morning Dew Peak and got along well with Chu Luo. He also heard about Xu Disheng’s rise to fame in the Internal Disciple Tournament and was watching the screen of light intently.
By the looks on their faces, the few others beside him all agreed, but their eyes never left the screen.
There were over 800 disciples in the Sea of Qi division of the Eight Mountains Grand Tournament, and thus there were over 800 screens of light showing the perspective of each disciple in the inner realm of the Luminous Cloud Abyss. Chu Luo and the others weren’t looking at any other perspectives. After directly picking out Xu Disheng’s screen of light, they enlarged the screen and started watching.
At the same time, there were also others silently observing Xu Disheng, like Bai Zhehua on Morning Dew Peak, Li Dan, and Yuan Qi, as well as the people who came from the Chu Territory like Chu Qing’er.
In the sea of clouds where there were tens of thousands of people watching, there were several hundred enormous screens floating in the air. Many people were watching the screen that Xu Disheng was on, and there was no shortage of Divine Core stage Spirit Masters among them.
Where the few dozen disciples from the Ancient Nuwa Sect were, Lu Qing looked over at the somewhat dazed Lu Ling and asked in a concerned tone, “Senior Martial SIster Lu, what’s wrong? Why do you seem a bit distracted all of a sudden?”
When Lu Qing turned towards her and came closer, she caught a glimpse of a small screen of light hidden in her fair palm. Before she could see clearly what was on the screen, Lu Ling closed her palm and said, “I’m fine.”
Lu Qing shook her head, but didn’t think too much of it. She pointed in the direction of the several hundred large screens of light in the center of the sea of clouds and said, “The way I see it, the strength of the Sea of Qi stage disciples in the Shangqing Sacred Sect really varies a lot. It’s nothing like our Ancient Nuwa Sect, where the strength of the disciples is more or less even.”
The cloud chariot that Yan Wuji was on wasn’t far from the two of them, and he happened to overhear what the two of them were saying. He turned to her and sneered, “What do you understand? The strength and base of a sect always depends on its few most powerful experts, not the mediocre strength of its ordinary disciples. The powerful always grow stronger. This is the true tradition of the Shangqing Sacred Sect and any other sect out there.”
Lu Qing clamped her mouth shut. Her expression turned unsightly, but she simply turned away and didn’t retort.
Yan Wuji had a more concentrated bloodline, and he had a Primordial Lord backing him, so she didn’t dare to offend him in any way.
… …
Large snowflakes fell from the sky. When Xu Disheng perceived the half-step Dao Foundation stage aura coming from the red-clothed disciple in front of him, his eyes glimmered brightly like stars.
Neither of them spoke, but words were unnecessary in this situation.
Victory and defeat. The victorious would proceed, the defeated eliminated—all in a simple yet cutthroat manner.
The Demon Punishing Array Diagram appeared above his head with a deep rumbling noise. The four-colored swords swept out, sending snow flying everywhere.
The red-clothed disciple made a hand seal and muttered under his breath, “Flowing Fire, kill.”
The moment he finished his incantation, fierce blazing flames combusted around him and transformed into countless fire birds, erupting with an intense flare.
The four swords of the Demon Punishing Array Diagram were filled with an unparalleled aura. They pierced right into the body of the red-clothed youth. With a deafening explosion, the drifts of snow were scattered into the sky, blocking the view completely.
The fire birds had no intention of stopping whatsoever. As they swooped towards Xu Disheng, they let out an ear-piercing cry, blazing with fiery light like meteors.
A pale white light revolved around the White Heron Robe, intercepting the crazed assault of the fire birds. With a turn of his palm, Disperse appeared in his hand in the form of a calligraphy brush. An unbridled aura of destruction spread out, causing the snowflakes near him to be annihilated before they could even touch him.
There was a real drop of Pure Oblivion Water in this calligraphy brush!
Although Xu Disheng was hardly able to display 1-2% of its might, he could use the aura of destruction imbued in Disperse as an extremely powerful method of attack.
With a thrust of the brush, a blotch of black ink darker than the longest night painted a stark contrast on the snow white landscape.
The four swords of the Demon Punishing Array Diagram flew back from their positions buried in the snow. They revolved around the array diagram, constantly letting out threatening whizzing sounds as they moved.
The figure of the red-clothed youth, which had been pierced through by the four swords, regained its opacity. When he examined the blotch of black ink, his eyes finally took on a grave look. An ancient bell appeared next to him, which he struck with a fistful of profound qi.
Gwaaaaang!
The deep chime of the bell resonated throughout the entire snowscape, causing snowflakes to vibrate and tumble. Surprisingly, even the snow falling from the sky paused for a short moment.
.
A Psychic Magic Treasure!
The pale white barrier of light from the White Heron Robe was shattered by the sound wave. Xu Disheng didn’t hesitate. In a flash, he immediately activated the defensive spell, White Heron’s First Cry.
Caaaaaaaaw!
A heron’s crisp, shrill cry rang out. Dozens of white birds appeared out of nowhere, blocking the onslaught of the invisible sound wave. Despite the resistance, Xu Disheng was still forced back several steps by the force of the vibrations.
The resentful roar of a ghost echoed out as the Fierce Specter War Chariot appeared next to Xu Disheng, filling the air with a baleful aura.
This was the first time the Psychic Magic Treasure that Xu Disheng had bought for the sky-high price of 80,000 spirit stones made its debut!
“First Seal, release!” Xu Disheng weaved a series of hand seals, then firmly placed his palm against the Fierce Specter War Chariot!
The war chariot took on a more dreadful appearance as a layer of restrictions around the ghostly aura disappeared. The evil gaze of the ghost inside seemed to shoot Xu Disheng a resentful glare. It let out a blood-curdling shriek, then spit out a vortex of ghost force from its mouth, which then swept across heaven and earth as it whirled towards the red-clothed youth!