novelThe Drought Spirit
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Simultaneously, everyone was hitting another person and everyone got hit as well. As their supernatural powers clashed with each other, the explosive sound of their strength resonated, accompanied by other sounds such as 'Amitabha, endless happiness and longevity, b*stard..."
As the group of people fell to the ground, a huge chunk of the stone tiles on the pedestrian street was crushed.
Wen Leyang held his fists into the shape of the sky-surging hammer and hit Fifth Brother's back; Fifth Brother's mountain-like heavy blow struck on the seat of honor of the Ten Modes Monastery, Hope Aware; the monk's Buddhism demon-slaying mudra was stamped on the short man Leyang Wen's chest; the short man Leyang Wen's bald brush pen mercilessly dipped to the left and right onto the shoulders of the priest of the Eyang Sect; the enlightened person San Tong's supernatural power of happiness exerted completely into the ugly youth Qin Zhui's right rib; Qin Zhui's knife, accompanied with the strength of the earth, lashed onto the monk Hope Aware's buttocks.
Suffering two blows, the monk Hope Aware suffered the most losses.
Wen Leyang did not know whose heavy blow struck him but he fell to the ground together with everybody else. He felt rather puzzled, as no one would have hit him.
As everybody was struck almost at the same time as they struck another person, the strength of their blows was greatly reduced. It was excruciatingly painful but none of them were severely injured. Each of them squalled as they jumped up and leaped forward. Pieces of torn silk scattered around as they leaped forward.
Judging by actual powers, Wen Leyang, Qin Zhui, Fifth Brother, Leyang Wen, Hope Aware and the enlightened person San Tong were strong master cultivators in the cultivation world. Their punches and kicks carried copious strength. Even though their bodies were sturdy and they could still withstand the blows, their clothes could not brace it. Only the front part of Fifth Brother's top remained. Leyang Wen's chest that was covered with black hair was revealed. San Tong's Taoist priest robe turned into a waistcoat. The ugly youth Qin Zhui's right upper body was charred. Wen Leyang still could not figure out who was the one that struck him but only the collar and sleeves of his newly purchased branded shirt remained. He appeared rather similar to the waiter in a gay bar.
The monk Hope Aware suffered two blows. As such, his pants and monk's robe were completely shattered by the tremendous power and he was running naked.
After the six persons jumped to their feet, they were all stunned, unsure of who to strike next.
Wen Leyang was suffocating from uneasiness. His earlier act of benevolence to shoot the Thunder Heart Sand into mid-air did not even scare Fifth Brother and the short man. In contrary, he invited even more incisive attacks from them. If it were not for the sudden appearance of the monk Hope Aware, his life would most probably be handed over to them by now. Xiaoyi and the rest behind him would not have been able to escape too. With bloodshot eyes, he grinded his teeth and stared at the short man and the shopkeeper of the porcelain figurine shop, Fifth Brother.
He was originally a pure and honest youngster, who had just left his thatched cottage to enter the society. As such, he was rather inexperienced. He encountered plenty of incidents in the past, but the difference between the good side and the enemy side was obvious. Similar to when he bumped into the baby-faced man in the Red Leaves Forest, it was a situation whereby one of the two must die. There was not much to scruple on or there were experienced people guiding him by his side. He did not have to consider too much before he struck or fought desperately with the enemy. Nonetheless, this time when he was trapped within the situation whereby it was hard to tell the difference between the good side and the enemy side, he became softhearted for a brief moment, which almost resulted in a great disaster.
Just as the six people stood around and gazed at one another, a ruffling sound of sleeves echoed from Wen Leyang's side and a smiling voice asked, "Wen Leyang, fighting huh?"
The little supreme leader of Kunlun Sect Liu Zheng, who was still wearing last night's bright red colored tracksuit, appeared with a rather joyous expression.
Wen Leyang did not need to turn around as he knew exactly who it was, "Why did you come here?"
Liu Zheng shrugged, "An earthshaking movement was detected here. How can I not come and take a look?" As he was saying that, his expression was suddenly startled. Looking towards the naked monk Hope Aware, he stuttered, "Great master, are you... trying to clear your mind?"
Hope Aware scoffed once unpleasantly, "I'm feeling hot!"
Liu Zheng burst out laughing as he greeted the enlightened person San Tong. The three Taoist sects in Five Blessings were closely connected. They addressed one another by senior brother disciple and junior brother disciple and appeared extremely familiar with one another.
Due to the vast movement of Leyang Wen's 'Ghost's Weeping Wind' and Wen Leyang's Thunder Heart Sand, the cultivators that were investigating about the vibration of spirit primordial energy in Shanghai had been startled. Liu Zheng was the swiftest and he came rushing over swiftly.
In the midst of the conversation, the ruffles of sleeves could be heard again. The two master cultivators from One Word Palace and Eyang Sect appeared.
The two master cultivators witnessed the battle formation before their eyes. They were first startled but they quickly leaped down. The disciple of Eyang Sect saluted San Tong respectfully before standing next to San Tong.
On the other hand, the master cultivator of One Word Palace gave Wen Leyang a friendly nod and grabbed a bright silver-colored long pole out of thin air and guarded steadily in front of Wen Leyang. His gaze was glimmering as he stared at the short man and Fifth Brother. It was not known why the disciples of One Word Palace wanted to marry their maiden daughter off to the Wen family and why they treated the disciples of Wen Bucao like a family.
Qin Zhui saw that more and more people came. An excited glow flashed through his twitchy face. The Tang knife in his hand waved about as he urged, "Let's fight!"
Wen Leyang understood that Qin Zhui was a martial art fanatic. Nonetheless, he did not acknowledge the man, as he wanted to clarify the situation before his eyes. He knew that the Great Mercy Temple and One Word Palace was helping him earnestly out of good will. However, he was unsure why the little supreme leader of Kunlun Sect Liu Zheng was trying to cause trouble to himself and wade through this deep pool of murky water. On the other hand, the two Taoist priests of Eyang Sect certainly had their own purpose. Lastly, he knew that Qin Zhui came to join the bustle under the pretense of keeping his word.
The most problematic ones were Fifth Brother and Leyang Wen. One of them was related to the Grand Master Chang Li's whereabouts, while the other's first ancestor was the most intimate friend of Grand Master Tuo Xie. Wen Leyang wanted to have a talk with them badly, yet their sole purpose was to kill him.
The short man's gaze gradually dimmed. He pondered for a moment before suddenly speaking to Fifth Brother in a baffling manner, "Fifth Brother, this not the way to do things, we will need to depend on your effort then."
Fifth Brother peered at him peculiarly. To everyone's surprise, he revealed a bitter smile and muttered a curse, "This is f*cking bad!"
The short man Leyang Wen also shook his head while he gave a bitter smile. To everyone's surprise, he kept his bald brush pen, clasped his hand behind his back and retreated.
The moment the enlightened person San Tong, who was wearing a beige-colored waistcoat, saw that Leyang Wen retreated, his arms shook once to guide his flying sword as he roared in extreme rage, "Short man, don't run away..." Before he could finish his sentence, a gush of fresh blood splashed everywhere. It was unknown since when Fifth Brother suddenly appeared next to him. He stretched out his arm and grabbed onto San Tong's arms in a flash.
At the crisp sound of a click accompanied by San Tong's half agonizing scream, Fifth Brother unexpectedly and forcefully snapped San Tong's forearm from his body. San Tong's eyes rolled back as he was knocked unconscious out of pain. The flying sword that was cruising through the sky and flaunting its prowess was akin to a dead fish as it fell limply onto the ground.
Wen Leyang was greatly startled. He had been fighting with Fifth Brother for a long while. He was aware that the opposing party's actual power exceeded his by one fold. However, it was utterly impossible for Fifth Brother to be so strong such that he could snap San Tong's forearm at one stretch of his hands.
The disciple of Eyang Sect following behind San Tong totally did not expect that such event would have happened. His body leaped high up into the air, his eyes were almost cracking in rage as he cursed, "Receive your death, evildoer!" As he was saying that his hands opened wide. Four awe-inspiring flying swords shook and hummed as the swords slashed into an incisive arc under the sunlight and chased directly after Fifth Brother.
The little supreme leader of Kunlun Sect Liu Zheng's expression changed abruptly. He screamed out in surprise, "No!" As he was saying that he made a somersault and leaped up, not towards Fifth Brother, but towards the Eyang Sect's disciple in the air. His body had only left the ground when a stretch of eye-piercing blood color erupted in the sky. Wen Leyang did not even see how did Fifth Brother exerted his strength, but his person had abruptly appeared next to the Eyang Sect's disciple's side that had just rushed over. He completely disregarded the four flying swords glittering coldly in the sunlight, his ghost claws wave once, and directly scratched that disciple into four chunks!
Fifth Brother only needed to raise his hand to severely injured the enlightened person San Tong. He even managed to dismember the body of an Eyang Sect's master cultivator in mid-air. In less than a moment, he had already returned to his prior spot, his mouth widened into a smile towards Wen Leyang. His pale and glossy complexion on his entire body was gradually losing its glossiness, turning into a dimmed greyish black color. The entire process took less than a moment, he had suddenly turned from a living human to a walking corpse.
The little supreme leader did not manage to save the Eyang Sect's disciple but was splashed with fresh blood instead. His expression was savage as he retreated in front of Wen Leyang, he shouted, "Withdraw!" Simultaneously, his hands flipped once and held eight pieces of dark red-colored paper talisman between his fingers. He shouted in a clear voice, "Taoism code..." Before his voice died away, he suddenly squalled once, and somersaulted backwards!
As Liu Zheng had only stood firm on the ground, he suddenly let out a hoarse moan. A pitch black huge pit was pounded into him out of thin air. Fifth Brother alternated between advancing and retreating faster than lightning speed. He missed a punch but he did not pursue another attack as he retreated back to the same spot once again.
Even though Wen Leyang did not understand the sequence of events, Fifth Brother had since transformed from the human form into a corpse. His actual power was vastly enhanced. It was not something that his group of people was capable of dealing with. As the smile that was sent over by Fifth Brother, Wen Leyang felt as if he was licked by the tongue of a dead man, he immediately pulled along the big monk and the ugly youth Qin Zhui as he backed down to gather with Xiaoyi and the rest of the people.
The little supreme leader Liu Zheng fell next to Wen Leyang with a panicked expression. His tone of speaking had since lost the usual mischief as he shouted out of exasperation, "Fire the weapon quick, quick quick quick!" Xiaoyi seized the opportunity when they were involved in the tangled warfare to pick up the big-muzzled weapon that Wen Leyang had tossed away earlier. With agile movements, she completed the act of refilling the weapon. Without further ado, she raised the weapon and fired a shot of Thunder Heart Sand towards Fifth Brother!
The sky erupted in thunderbolts once again, thousands of streaks of eye-piercing violent whips were akin to a storm that slashed ruthlessly towards Hanba that had since turned into the appearance of a corpse. Within the eye-piercing bright light that was covering the entire sky, Wen Leyang widened his eyes in astonishment, he was incredulous towards everything that happened before his eyes.
In the past, there were only the Weeping Buddha and Cone Nail in the stone forest that were capable of resisting the power of the Thunder Heart Sand. The Weeping Buddha's palm was destroyed by the big-muzzled weapon, while Cone Nail depended on the power of true water of the entire stone forest to withstand the attack of the Thunder Heart Sand.
Nonetheless, within the thunderbolts that were covering the sky, Fifth Brother held his hands at his back. With a relaxing manner as if he was strolling idly in the courtyard, his ghost-like mannerism shuttled back and forth calmly within the lightning that was denser than a cyclone. Streaks upon streaks of ruthless and raging purple arcs accompanied by the loud crashing shrieks lashed unwillingly onto the ground. Yet, surprisingly none of the arcs managed to even harm his glossy skin.
The thunder light dispersed off in the blink of an eye. Fifth Brother Hanba still stood straight with his hands behind his back. The skin on his face startled to shrink in dryness, which gradually pulled up his lips, revealing a row of teeth that had already turned charred-black.
Wen Leyang was surprised and deranged. He stomped his foot as he scolded, "What kind of monster is this!"
The short man Leyang Wen hid behind Fifth Brother and revealed a smile. He shook his head towards Wen Leyang as if he was ashamed to be related to Wen Leyang's scolding.
Xiaoyi refilled the Thunder Heart Sand in a great bustle. She used her split vision to peer at the short man, muttering to herself in her heart that her next shot would be aimed at him.
Qin Zhui and that master cultivator of the One Word Palace stared in bewilderment at Fifth Brother. They were incredulous towards the event that was taking place before their eyes.
The big monk had already started to look for clothes. It was better off for him to die than to be embarrassed by his naked buttocks.
The little supreme leader of Kunlun Sect sat cross-legged on the ground. He floated calmly about one foot off the ground as he muttered incantations with his five surfaces faced skywards.
At this very moment, the sound of police siren and the ear-piercing screeching sound of car brakes echoed. Fully armed and well-trained policemen carrying fully loaded guns jumped down from the cars. The sound of their loud shouts echoed repeatedly, just like how it was pictured in the television series.
There was a police sergeant that was holding the transceiver as if he was briefing the situation to the headquarter, "We have arrived at the crime scene, the suspects are suspected to be carrying heavy weapons... and there is a monk that is streaking..."
After Fifth Brother turned into the walking corpse, his movements were much swifter by many folds. However, his thinking process and his reaction seemed to be much slower now, he turned his head sideways rigidly and peculiarly to peer towards the few police cars that came rushing over first and the policemen that were on guard for all possible dangers.
The police sergeant that was briefing suddenly noticed the zombie. Terrified, he turned pale and almost tossed the transceiver. He stuttered, "There is... a ghost... no, two of them!" He noticed Qin Zhui as well.
The other end of the transceiver other end transmitted a cursing voice. The police sergeant had yet to listen clearly to what his superior had to say when his pupils were suddenly filled with the color of ghastly pale. Any noise that surrounded him turned into an extreme silence!
A stretch of white hair suddenly spread out from Fifth Brother's feet swiftly. It spread further and further and grew taller and taller in the period of time it took to draw a few breaths. The white hair drought spirit that grew taller than towering trees, completely annihilating the entire City God Temple!
The Metal Poison Stream contracted completely and formed into a small circle in front of Wen Leyang trying to resist desperately against the white hair drought spirit that was still growing madly. Wen Leyang felt as if he had suddenly turned into a flea that was attempting to fly on top of a huge white-colored bear right now. He could not see anything in his surroundings. With his limited telegnosis ability, the surrounding areas were filled with this snowy-white colored long hair that appeared soft but was actually fatally stiff.
Luo Wanggen's voice was hoarse and unpleasant. He spoke intermittently as if he was moaning, "A zombie corpse... conjured out a stretch of land of evil spirits, a stretch of land of evil spirits!"
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