Chapter 442: Chapter 391: Antaka Escapes, Kashigyakya Will Win! (Vote for monthly tickets!)_2
Hearing this, Kashigyakya’s expression turned slightly cold.
His cheeks were a bit flushed, and a vermilion red color appeared on his forehead.
"Narayana!"
"I am the Heavenly Emperor! Do not call me Kashigyakya!"
Kashigyakya raised his hand, pointing at Vishnu.
Upon witnessing this scene, Vishnu’s expression became tense.
Garuda also widened his golden eyes, unable to restrain himself any longer.
This fellow actually dared to insult his Supreme Lord!
"Kashigyakya!"
Kashigyakya! Kashigyakya! Kashigyakya!
Garuda’s eyes shone brightly, and from his beak, he suddenly let out a piercing screech.
"How have you become like this, how can you be disrespectful to Narayana!"
Garuda furrowed his brows, questioning.
Behind him, his massive wings flapped, stirring up a terrifying wind, and with a thunderous roar, black gusts swirled all around, numerous vortices emanating from the golden feathers, as if to tear everything apart.
Hmph!
Kashigyakya let out a cold snort, unfazed.
This was his Heavenly Realm!
Here, he did not need to fear anyone!
In this moment, Garuda’s golden eyes and Kashigyakya’s black pupils locked gazes, and amidst their intersecting looks, an invisible storm seemed to stir.
"Garuda!"
"Let’s go!"
Vishnu let out a shout, speaking to Garuda beneath him.
Garuda was momentarily taken aback.
At this moment, he was brimming with indignation, very displeased with Kashigyakya.
"Supreme Lord!"
Garuda tilted his head slightly, looking at Vishnu on his back.
Vishnu was very composed, raising his hand and gently pressing it on Garuda’s body, a burst of golden light instantly released from his palm, covering both of their bodies.
Whoosh!
In the blink of an eye, Vishnu and his mount vanished from the spot.
Kashigyakya quietly watched this scene unfold.
His complexion was slightly ruddy, looking down at the Intoxication beneath his feet, his lips curled into a faint smile.
Once everything is ready, he could then attack the Earth and capture all the Asuras in one fell swoop!
"This is my Heavenly Realm!"
"I am the Heavenly Emperor!"
Kashigyakya clenched his fist and raised it high, declaring.
...
Brahmaloka.
Brahma’s brows were slightly furrowed, his snow-white beard trembling lightly, his eyes fixed intently on the scene.
"War God!"
"The strongest warrior!"
Brahma murmured to himself.
His expression grew tense as he spoke, "Kashigyakya has not only been blinded by arrogance, but the power of this Intoxication monster is also affecting him, causing him to lose control."
"He is drunk!"
"If this Intoxication is not purified and gets dispersed, it will spread throughout the Three Realms, mixing into all the Soma Wine."
Brahma said.
Goddess Saraswati blinked her beautiful eyes as well.
"Yes!"
"Kashigyakya has lost his reason!"
"Attacking Earth at this time might not bring about victory!"
Goddess Saraswati said.
Upon hearing this, Brahma’s eyes flickered slightly.
He looked at Kashigyakya in the Heavenly Realm, whose body glowed with a faint red hue, contemplating.
Kashigyakya now was so arrogant, proclaiming himself the greatest warrior, perhaps one day he might challenge his own father, and then there would certainly be a great drama to witness.
Thinking thus, Brahma shook his head.
"I must teach my future children to be humble!"
"Beware of seeking the title of the strongest warrior!"
Brahma resolved in his heart.
...
Kailash.
Above the great mountain, the snow was pristine white, and the vibrant green pines covered the slopes, full of vitality.
Ascetics sat in meditation in front of the lingam pillars, engrossed in their arduous practices; Ganesha evil spirits shuttled through the woods, filling the air with their laughter and joyous sounds.
At the summit of the snow-capped mountain.
Shiva suddenly opened his eyes, his expression grew grave, and he soon stood up.
He held the Trishula, his face marred by displeasure, his large hand shaking continuously, causing the Damru drum to resonate in response.
Thump, thump, thump, thump...
A series of drumbeats rose continuously, echoing across Mount Kailash.
All the Immortals, ascetics, and Ganesha, all listened to this sound, lifting their heads in unison and gazing towards the peak of the mountain.
Parvati’s footsteps were tense as she hurried over.
She stared at her husband, calling out with concern and nervousness.
"My lord!"
Parvati spoke.
Following Parvati’s call, the sound of Shiva’s Damru drum gradually ceased.
Shiva’s face was as still as water.
His gaze shifted, his grip on the Trishula tightening, feeling off to the touch.
No sticky sensation of blood flowing down!
What?!
Gently, Shiva turned his head.
He glanced at the Trishula, where Antaka hung.
The Trishula had pierced Antaka’s abdomen, impaling him thoroughly, causing his body to slump, withered like a dry tree, his limbs hanging lifelessly, resembling a desiccated corpse.
And after Shiva’s recent shaking, the long handle of the Trishula was completely clean, not a single drop of blood had fallen.
Antaka’s blood had dried up!
"Antaka’s curse has ended!"
Shiva declared.
At these words, the concern on Parvati’s face vanished in an instant, then transformed into a face full of surprise and joy.
Her eyes shone brightly, joyfully looking at Antaka.
Antaka was completely motionless.
His body barely maintained a whisper of breath!
Gently, Shiva raised his right hand and tapped downwards, and with a bang, a pale white light descended, instantly enveloping Antaka.
Whoosh!
Amidst the brilliance.
Antaka gradually vanished from the Trishula, curling up on the ground like a newborn animal.
The wound on his abdomen also closed with the white light.
The scar vanished without a trace.
Bang! Bang! Bang...
Faint sounds of a heartbeat suddenly echoed from within Antaka’s chest, with each beat, a rushing sound filled his body, the sound of surging blood.
Boom!
The blood grew more abundant, and as it thundered like roaring thunder, it resounded in all directions.
