Chapter 667: Chapter 532: Calm Down, You’re the Only Adopted One
"No one can stop me!"
Rushitan let out a roar.
Crimson flames engulfed all directions, like a falling sun, a doomsday meteor, hurtling towards the palace.
Swoosh!
A rainbow streaked across the sky!
The Yeshetuo Goddess hurriedly summoned divine power.
"Don’t you come any closer!"
Jyeshta crossed her hands and cried out in alarm.
"Back off!"
Rushitan roared again.
The terrifying flames burned around his entire body, like a malevolent deity of the apocalypse descending, ready to destroy everything.
In that moment, under the immense pressure, even Jyeshta closed her eyes.
Swoosh!
Rushitan’s gaze was firmly fixed on the Divine Temple, drawing ever closer.
He was unstoppable, bravely forging ahead, a step away, then crashing to the ground.
Boom!
In an instant, Rushitan smashed down in front of the temple steps, his head shattering the stairs, slowly sliding down.
As he slid, his head kept striking the steps, creating a thud thud sound, like beating a drum.
Splash!
Rushitan’s skin was a pallid red, the crimson light around his body wavered, about to extinguish.
Burnt out!
"Aaaaaah!"
With a sudden movement, Rushitan’s four massive arms propped him up from the ground, and amidst the shaking, he slowly rose, ready to stand again.
At this sight, Jyeshta panicked, quickly summoning divine power.
"So strong!"
"I need to find something to pin him down with!"
She muttered, looking around.
Suddenly, her eyes sharpened, and she turned her head towards her grand white chariot.
The chariot, majestic and towering, had the semblance of a white elephant, with a Sarameya sculpture carved atop its elegant yet rugged head.
Swish!
With a thought from the Yeshetuo Goddess, the chariot vanished in an instant, transforming into divine light to merge into her hands.
The next moment, her gaze shifted, and from within a black robe, a snow-white palm extended, waving once more.
"!!!"
Rushitan felt a shadow overhead.
He looked up sharply to see a massive white chariot, thundering down upon him.
Boom!
Rushitan was downed again.
Jyeshta cautiously peeked out and spoke in a hushed voice.
"I have not seen you before, and do not know what grievance you bear with my Supreme Lord!"
"My Supreme Lord is kind and good, compassionate and merciful, known to all alike—Devas, Asuras, humans, Nagas, Rakshasas, Yakshas; it is universally acknowledged."
"Please do not be angry!"
Jyeshta muttered.
Upon hearing this, Rushitan’s facial muscles twitched.
Kind and good?
How could someone kind and good abandon his own mother?
Rushitan looked pained.
His four large hands were planted on the ground, shaking continuously, but he could not rise again due to the immense pressure behind him.
"Aaaaaah!"
"This power!"
"Is this the power of Indra and his minions?"
"Why is this happening?"
Rushitan, with his head raised, spoke with a face full of resentment.
Boom!!!
Just then, the doors of the Divine Temple suddenly opened, and with a loud sound, a crack appeared in the door, then light burst forth, shining out.
Shachi’s complexion was flushed; she wore a golden sari that trailed along the ground, her slender waist and long sleeves embodying a softly enchanting charm.
Her forehead was adorned with a dot of vermillion, the mark of a married woman.
"Lady Master!"
Jyeshta rushed to her side.
Shachi blinked her beautiful eyes and tilted her swan-like neck slightly towards Jyeshta, then turned her gaze upon Rushitan, sizing him up from head to toe.
"My husband is currently not in the Heavenly Realm, and this does not seem like an Asura here to attack..."
Shachi mused with confusion.
At this point, upon hearing Shachi’s words, Rushitan, stiff with rigid posture, slowly lifted his head, his eyes brimming with rage.
"!!!"
This fellow is that Asura woman!
So it was her! It was her who took my mother’s place!
"I will not concede!"
"Grant me strength!"
Rushitan’s eyes glowed a fiery red, his body trembling.
At this moment, his whole body once again turned blood red, and surges of crimson aura swarmed him, infusing his whole body with strength.
Rumble rumble!
The sound of his heartbeat from within him quickened, reverberating non-stop like a Damaru drum, his blood roaring like the Milk Sea’s Conch Shell.
Rushitan slammed his four arms into the ground.
With immense pressure from behind, he shakily stood up, step by step.
The massive white elephant chariot was flipped over.
"!!!"
"I will not let you go, you Asura who stole my mother’s place!"
"Aaaah!"
Rushitan, shaking, suddenly bellowed.
Roar roar roar!
His power surged once more, and for a moment, he moved with increasing speed within Jyeshta’s domain, walking like an ordinary person.
Shachi’s beautiful eyes blinked.
She slightly turned to the side, her delicate brows furrowed slightly.
Was he approaching her?
Did this fellow imply she had taken his mother’s place as an Asura?
In the midst of astonishment, Rushitan took steps towards Shachi, his footfalls steady, his upper body swaying but not falling.
"!!!"
The Yeshetuo Goddess’s face turned to fear, and she raised her hand to wield her staff.
Bang!
A dull thud echoed.
Rushitan merely swayed from the blow, but his steps towards Shachi did not stop.
"I want vengeance!"
"Roar!!!"
His eyes ablaze with fury, Rushitan let out a wrathful roar.
As his words fell, his body lit up in red, and with unstoppable force, he leaped towards Shachi.
Swoosh!
But just then, a sharp Trishula blasted through the air, descending from the heavens, instantly blocking Rushitan’s path.
