Chapter 426: Chapter 380: Don’t Even Think About Another Asura Conflict, Take This Strike! (Vote for Monthly Tickets!)
Kashigyakya’s lips curved into a brilliant smile.
"Don’t worry!"
"Teacher!"
"I have control over the five senses and have calmed my mind; pride and arrogance are like passing clouds to me, unable to touch me!"
Full of confidence, Kashigyakya stood with his hands on his hips, his posture proud and his eyebrows raised high in a look of satisfaction.
Indra shook his head.
He had a high opinion of Kashigyakya!
The greatest event Kashigyakya faced after becoming the Heavenly Emperor was Sani’s wedding. At that time, Parvati was furious and unstoppable, way beyond Kashigyakya’s control.
The next was this matter of the Wuyou Miao.
As the brother of Wuyou Miao, Kashigyakya did not intervene.
This showed that Kashigyakya was still quite rational!
"That’s good then!"
Indra said.
He shook his head, turned sideways, and waved his hand, saying, "Jyeshta, let’s go!"
As soon as the words were spoken, he turned and transformed into a dazzling golden light, instantly shooting forth.
Jyeshta followed closely behind.
In the blink of an eye, the two of them had disappeared from the scene.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Indra landed in front of the temple, where the radiant marble pavement reflected a soft glow, illuminating all directions.
He had just arrived at the entrance of the temple when he saw a delicate figure standing not far away.
"Shachi!"
Indra muttered to himself.
He couldn’t help but smile and strode toward Shachi.
Shachi, too, approached quickly with her delicate lotus steps.
"My Supreme Lord!"
Shachi murmured softly, her dark eyes flickering with light, but she couldn’t help looking towards the person in the black robe standing to the side.
Her gaze moved curiously over Jyeshta.
A black robe, the figure tall and straight.
The hood, dark and profound, seemed to swirl with endless mists, obscuring the face within.
The aura seemed to belong to a goddess!
"Who is this...?"
Shachi asked.
Indra shook his head and began to explain, "This is Jyeshta, the goddess of misfortune. From now on, she will be our guardian!"
As he said this, he turned his head to look at Jyeshta.
He saw Jyeshta shrink back slightly, as if she wanted to hide inside her robe.
"Jyeshta!"
"Don’t be afraid, show your face!"
Indra said.
Hearing this, Jyeshta cautiously stretched out her slender arms and gently lifted the black hood from her head.
The next moment, Jyeshta’s features were revealed.
Whoosh!
Shachi’s eyes gleamed as she surveyed the goddess Jyeshta.
The goddess stood with a proud posture, her black hair like ink, her skin emanating a golden radiance, like ripe wheat.
Her looks were quite stunning.
On her beautiful face, her eyes shone with pure shyness.
"!!!"
Shachi’s beautiful eyes sparkled.
A formidable rival!
"A guardian?"
Shachi murmured softly, her perplexed gaze turning towards Indra.
"Yes!"
"Jyeshta is a Deva born from the Milk Sea, a sister of Goddess Lakshmi, and now my guardian," Indra honestly explained.
Hearing this, Shachi shook her head, clarity dawning in her beautiful eyes.
Not just a rival,
but the greatest enemy ever!
"My name is Shachi!"
Shachi’s lips parted to introduce herself, but she stopped halfway, frowning slightly, looking towards Indra. Her current identity was indeed somewhat awkward.
Indra met Shachi’s gaze and shook his head.
The relationship between him and Shachi was only a thin veil away from being pierced, and it wouldn’t hurt to reveal it now.
"Shachi is my..."
Before he could finish, Jyeshta immediately made a sound.
"I understand!"
Jyeshta’s eyes widened, and in an instant, she realized.
The next moment, she hurriedly raised her arms, pressed her hands together in prayer, and nervously took a step back, exclaiming loudly.
"Lady Master!"
Jyeshta began.
Ah?!
Shachi’s slender arms gently covered her lips, revealing a face full of delightful surprise.
She looked intently at Jyeshta, the corners of her lips slightly raised, her face beaming with a smile.
What a formidable enemy!
What an adorable woman she is!
"Jyeshta~"
Shachi’s voice was soft, she quickly stepped forward, took Jyeshta’s hand, and warmly embraced her, before happily starting a conversation.
"To get acquainted so quickly!"
"What a peaceful day!"
Indra watched the harmonious scene between the two, muttering with a smile.
Roar!!!
A resounding elephant’s trumpeting suddenly erupted, shattering the peacefulness.
The three-headed White Elephant Airavata shook its head, its trunk dancing wildly.
Excitement gleamed in its clear, large eyes, and it took large strides, its body surrounded by thunder and lightning, as it approached Indra.
"Worthy of being my noble steed!"
Indra remarked.
Neigh!
Another long neigh followed.
The white horse Supratika, graceful and proud, with its mighty chest and stunning appearance, stepped into the void, the clopping sound of its hooves echoing as it galloped forth.
"Hmm!"
"This one is not bad either!"
Indra shook his head.
Airavata was good, but Supratika was also a fine mount.
He liked them both!
"Not bad!"
"All is well indeed!"
Indra, in his appreciation, eyes sharpening.
He suddenly realized that these two did not seem amiable, as if they were not approaching him but charging at each other.
Supratika and Airavata gazed at one another.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Their eyes slightly reddened, as if they were meeting a hated adversary, jealousy flared.
Both sides stomped through the void, clashing together, and immediately a terrifying boom resounded in the air.
Boom!
Airavata and Supratika collided instantly.
They confronted each other eye to eye, head to head, as if quite discontent, butting and thrusting one against the other.
Roar! Roar!
Airavata had three heads.
Its side heads roared ferociously, the divine power surged anew, its trunk whipped about like a whip, smacking against Supratika’s body.
Neigh!
Enraged, Supratika reared back, neighing in pain, its mane flying wildly.
It turned and kicked up its hind legs, its iron hooves flying high, landing squarely on Airavata’s forehead.
Both white beasts were in a fury by now.
Crackle! Crackle!
Airavata’s trunk now wielded two Hammer Artifacts, with "Dry Lightning" and "Moist Lightning" interweaving and flashing red and blue lights.
Roar!
Neigh!
The beasts’ roars continued relentlessly.
But just when the situation was about to escalate, a thunderous roar suddenly burst forth, echoing resonantly, reaching the ears of the two massive beasts.
"Silence!"
Silence! Silence! Silence!
The voice boomed through the heavens, reverberating in all directions.
In an instant, under the Blessing Force, the roaring of the two beasts was abruptly stilled.
Airavata and Supratika raised their heads sharply, only to see a figure wrapped in lightning plummeting from the sky.
The Vajra Pestle flew with lightning, smashing upon the heads, the beasts subdued!
Bang! Bang!
The Vajra Pestle thundered down, striking the foreheads of Supratika and Airavata.
The next moment, Indra’s gaze sharpened, he turned his head towards the two heads beside Airavata, raising the pestle high and bringing it down again, two more times.
There were two more heads!
Bang! Bang!
