Chapter 141: Chapter One Hundred Thirty-Seven: Return Home (VIII)
Translator: 549690339
Longzhou was once home to a mythical creature, the Qilin. The Qilin is born from scattered annual stars, hence it is considered a symbol of good fortune. There are males and females, Qi is the male, Lin is the female. They have the body of a deer, the tail of a dragon, the scales of a dragon, their feet are cloven hooves, and they have a single horn on their heads, with flesh at the tip of the horn. They live for two thousand years.
The Qilin soars through wind and clouds, commanding the rain and mist. Wherever it goes, it sprinkles spiritual rain, curing creatures of illness. In places blessed by its spiritual rain, everyone is healthy and strong.
At that time, a great craftsman named Ou Yang heard of the Qilin and ordered his clan to circle and kill the auspicious beast.
After the earth-shattering battle, the earth was shattered and the mountains and rivers fractured. The Qilin had its soul extracted, and Ou Yang planned to make a divine armor from its hide and its soul.
He named it the Saint Qilin Heavy Earth Armor. However, magical items have their spirits and the spirit of the Qilin, filled with resentment, became unusually brutal upon the completion of the armor. It rebounded against its master.
Ou Yang died, but before he did, he severely damaged the spirit of the divine armor, breaking its spiritual charm.
The great craftsman was dead, but the divine armor was passed down. However, this piece of divine armor could no longer be referred to as a holy armor, because the spirit of the Qilin had turned into a fierce spirit, unable to communicate with its master.
The Saint Qilin Heavy Earth Armor had turned into Fierce Qilin Heavy Earth Armor. No one could control it, so Ou Clan decided to auction it.
It passed through the hands of more than ten masters, and finally, this fierce armor fell into the hands of the Tang Clan and was chosen by Tang Sen.
A mortal who became an unbeatable martial artist received a unique fierce armor, creating a living legend.
When Feng Wen Dong saw Tang Sen’s expressionless face emerge from the vehicle, his legs couldn’t help but tremble. Perhaps for most people, the title or position of the First Head of the Martial Hall of Tang Clan was just a title, but for family heads like them, it was a nightmarish martial artist.
Feng Wen Dong wanted to beg for mercy, but he knew it was too late. So, he shouted, “Brothers, escape while you can, save one if you can.”
That was the best advice he could give to his brothers because having seen Tang Sen fight, he was like a real god on earth.
With that, Feng Wen Dong was the first to escape northward, seemingly not caring about his family’s warriors behind him, because he knew that they were destined to die.
Tang Sen, who had jumped out of the chariot, leaped high into the air, stepping foot on the earth, causing huge cracks to spread out from his feet and the plain began to tremble.
It was as if a muffled thunder was brewing in the earth. An earthquake occurred under Tang Sen’s foot, and it went towards the mortal squad. People were dizzy and couldn’t stand, falling to the ground and rolling around.
For a moment, the earth split, the mountains crumbled, and dust filled the sky. The earth boiled, and the tomb mounds collapsed. High banks became valleys, deep valleys became mounds. The plain seemed to be undergoing the apocalypse.
Tang Sen raised his head, looking at the fleeing Feng Wen Dong and others, deciding to first eradicate the mortal squad on the scene.
The earth started to roar and hundreds of huge stones as if attracted by something, smashed into him fiercely.
The hard stones that hit Tang Sen’s body seemed to turn into a puddle of mud, gleaming with golden light. As more and more stones gathered, his figure was buried in these shining stones.
The more stones gathered, the brighter the golden light. It looked like a spontaneously generated golden mountain.
When the golden light was all gone, those huge stones turned into a thirty feet tall golden figure, with its eyes tightly closed, its face looked similar to Tang Sen’s.
The golden giant raised its hand, and all the flying dust in the sky gathered behind it, transforming into a battle robe, fluttering behind it.
Body made of stone and dust as a robe – Tang Sen’s ultimate technique, the Golden Rock Battle Body, starkly appeared on the plain, like a god!
The golden giant opened its eyes, and two rays of golden light blasted from its stone eyes, striking Feng Jin Huan’s back.
As the one with the best agility among the four, Feng Jin Huan had already run nearly a mile in a short while, when looked from far, he looked like a small dot.
The two rays of golden light appeared with lightning speed, piercing his heart and both lungs.
He who thought he was at a safe distance, was killed by the giant figure’s attack.
In the midst of his escape, Feng Wendong turned around, his eyes filled with rage and heartache. Watching an old comrade meet such an easy death, he felt as though his heart was being crushed, filled with regrets.
Instigation of the Golden Rock War-Body meant going on a killing spree. Killing just one warrior would not suffice.
The giant figure stepped onto a mass of land filled with Transcendent Realm warriors, crushing two to three dozen who failed to evade in time.
His trailing dust robe swept over the heads of the warriors like a giant net, ensnaring a group of warriors who had evaded the trampling. The robe glimmered with golden light and was harder than steel. The warriors had no means to escape and were enveloped in the robe, lifted high above the ground. The golden giant clapped his palms, “Bang!”
Like swatting flies, he crushed the remaining Transcendent Realm warriors within the dust robe into a lump of flesh.
With the robe dispersed, a lump of blood and flesh mixed with armor fell to the ground. Tang Luo’s eyes twitched at the sight.
After dealing with the Transcendent squad, he turned to the three fleeing Fierce Realm warriors.
The golden giant stomped forcefully, causing the ground to tremble once more. The towering giant obstructed Feng Wendong’s escape and threw a punch in his direction.
The giant golden fist, carrying an earth-rupturing force, struck toward Feng Wendong. There was no way to evade or hide; he had to resist it head-on.
Feng Wendong channeled his Spiritual Power throughout his body, transforming it into a sea of blood shadows. The Blood Fiend aura pervaded like a physical entity, his eyes flared red, igniting his life-essence and triggered his strongest killing move – Asura’s Rage.
His red Blood Fiend aura transformed into the Shadow of Asura, collided with the golden fist, and the intense Spiritual Power collision produced a halo of light!
When the light faded away, the Shadow of Asura and the Golden Giant’s fist were at a stalemate in mid-air, neither side gaining the upper hand.
What is an Asura? An Asura is a broken God. They possess near-godlike power but don’t know why they fight. They challenge all creatures in their search for the purpose of their battles. Immersed in their eternal combat, they suffer endlessly. An Asura is a being of eternal strength and loneliness, and only through combat can they nourish their void souls, until the day they’re eradicated and can finally find true release.
This move, Asura’s Rage, is the strongest killing technique Feng Wendong created with the heart of Asura. He manipulates the Blood Fiend aura between heaven and earth, transforming it into tireless Asura’s battle intent, aiming to swallow the opponent in front of him, or burn all of his essence to death!
He does not hope that this move can kill Tang Sen; he only hopes that his desperate strike can buy enough time for his remaining two brothers.
The moment Tang Sen appeared, he was filled with regret. He regretted his recklessness and unwise decisions.
After this day, the four families of Feng, Wang, Wu, and Li won’t exist in West City. All of this was due to his erroneous judgment.
He had failed the trust of his brothers. The only way to make up for this mistake was with his life.
Asura and the giant golden fist were deadlocked in mid-air. Even in what seemed like a balance, Feng Wendong knew he could not hold on for much longer.
The power attached to the stone fist was something he had never seen before. Every Fierce Realm warrior possessed the power to split mountains, but that didn’t mean they could carry an entire mountain on their backs.
And this punch felt like a massive mountain crashing down on him. To resist this enormous force, Feng Wendong’s Spiritual Power had already been completely dispersed in the initial collision.
This deadlock indicated that the Shadow of Asura had started to absorb his life-essence.
“But as long as I can buy time for them, even death doesn’t matter!” Fighting with a fearless spirit, the Shadow of Asura surged once again, driving the golden giant back a step.
But this was only a brief rally. Once the life-essence was exhausted, it would be Feng Wendong’s end. He did not care, only hoping to hold on longer and gain more time.
However, the reason why brothers are called brothers is because when you take a bullet for them, they’ll also fight for you – with courage and solidarity!
“Big Brother! I’ll assist you!” Lu Zheng, carrying along the giant blade’s aura extending over a dozen yards, came from the southern sky and slashed at the giant’s head.
Wu Zhuo, covered in ghostly air, fully activated the Forty-Ninth Ghost Curse, transformed into a flying head monster, and charged the giant’s chest with its sharp horn..
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