Free Web NovelChapter 580: Chapter 42: Inner Core
Under the dark night sky, a black cloud suddenly exploded, countless lines of fire emerged from it, shooting towards the Bone Ship.
From afar, these lines of fire appeared small, but upon closer inspection, they were large fireballs, each the size of a fist, streaking through the sky.
Rapid Fire Meteor!
This was a High Tier Magic.
Like meteors falling from the sky, accompanied by sharp, piercing roars that bombarded everyone’s eardrums.
The deafening sound alone made one’s scalp tingle and bones turn weak, as if falling into an abyss.
"Watch out!"
Zhong Yuan roared, and the Bone Ship immediately emitted a pale gleam, instantly forming a gigantic sphere.
"Boom!"
"Rumble..."
The fireballs crashed into the glow, exploding one after another, the deafening sound never ending, causing the Bone Ship to sway.
Everyone on the ship was thrown around, and the small boat being pulled from behind was flipped over, leaving the crew in a state of wailing.
"Sss..."
Just as the fireballs were coming in full force, a Jade Stele appeared out of thin air, slicing through the Spiritual Light defending the ship like a sharp blade.
"Mountain-Suppressing Stele!"
Zhong Yuan’s face changed drastically upon seeing this:
"It’s the Mountain Monarch!"
The mention sent waves of fear through everyone present.
Under the Black Mountain Monster, there were two great experts, Lady White Bone and Mountain Monarch, both were Magical Sages.
The Mountain-Suppressing Stele was rumored to be a Magical Treasure held by an Ancient Divine Monarch, immensely powerful, capable of subduing mountains and seas.
The Defensive Light of the Bone Ship was effortlessly pierced by it, relying on the large ship to barely withstand a blow.
Yet, a strange crackling sound came through.
"Grr..."
"Fengdu City’s youngsters, your lives are mine!"
The clouds in the sky swirled as a massive phantom appeared, like a towering mountain peak in the clouds.
Mountain Monarch?
’The Yama Heart Sutra is cultivated to the ninth level, allowing one’s unique cultivation traits to evolve into different Dharma Aspects, such as White Bone Dharma Aspect, Mountain Monarch Dharma Aspect...’
’Rumor has it that the Black Mountain Monster’s Dharma Aspect is extraordinarily special, far exceeding the usual Master.’
’Hm?’
’Why am I still thinking about this now?’
Fang Zheng’s thoughts raced.
His gaze fell on the Mountain Monarch’s Dharma Aspect, calculating secretly how much chance he had of victory if he fought with all his might.
Yama Heart Sutra is a top-tier legacy of this age.
By manifesting a Dharma Aspect, one can break free from the physical body’s constraints, offering numerous benefits in casting Magic and sensing the essence of the heavens and earth.
And then there’s the Exotic Treasure like the Mountain-Suppressing Stele...
Even among Masters, Mountain Monarch’s power is considerable.
’If I unleashed my full force and used three Divine Talismans, I should have a seventy percent chance of killing, and a ninety percent chance of gaining the upper hand.’
’No!’
He gently shook his head:
’This is the Yama Secret Realm, revealing cultivation base may attract divine punishment, so the chances of winning are almost non-existent.’
As he considered, shadows and banners appeared, with numerous Black Mountain Evil Cultivators emerging one after another.
Zhong Yuan shouted loudly:
"I’ll deal with the Mountain Monarch, you all take the opportunity to escape!"
With that, he performed a Finger Technique, causing the Bone Ship to suddenly tremble and send everyone on board to the ground.
The ship then transformed into a streak of pale ghostly light, making a beeline for the Mountain Monarch’s Dharma Aspect.
"Boom!"
The rumbling sound erupted again.
A visible shockwave stirred a sandstorm so thick that everything was obscured, only the roars could be heard.
"Go."
"Run quickly!"
"Scatter and run!"
The crowd roared, each searching for their companions and fleeing.
Facing a Magical Sage, the renowned Mountain Monarch, Zhong Yuan couldn’t possibly win even with the Bone Ship.
Escaping was the smartest choice.
"Master Fang!"
Nanny Cui wielding a Serrated Saber shouted towards Fang Zheng:
"Over here!"
"Swish!"
Fang Zheng swung his sleeve, sending the Soul Hook Chain flashing out, extending tens of meters in the air, intertwining.
With just a gentle nudge to the side, he impaled a Black Mountain Evil Dao hidden in the shadows on the spot.
"Go!"
He whispered.
And his figure flashed forward.
Nanny Cui, wielding her saber, rushed ahead, quickly reaching the Ma Family siblings and Erya’s side, protecting them as they continued to run.
With the sandstorms obscuring sight, people scattered and ran, momentarily escaping the notice of the Evil Dao.
After a while.
"Grr..."
"Die!"
A peculiar cry rang out, and two figures appeared on their escape path.
The newcomers were grotesque; one had horns, and the other had a protruding nose bridge, holding a Soul-Summoning Banner and a Mourning Stick.
Martial Artist!
Ox-headed and Horse-faced!
The so-called Ox-headed and Horse-faced are two branches of the Yama Sect’s Martial Dao. Though they can’t become Martial Sect masters, their early progress is rapid.
"You all go ahead."
Fang Zheng waved his hand:
"I’ll hold them off."
"Master Fang..." Nanny Cui looked on worriedly.
"Go quickly." Fang Zheng’s expression remained unchanged:
"You’ll only distract me if you stay. Take care of the children; we’ll meet at the hill ahead later."
"Alright."
Nanny Cui bit her silver teeth, nodded heavily, and urged the children to follow.
The Ma Family siblings had red eyes but knew they couldn’t help, so they charged ahead sullenly.
"Moo!"
The ox-headed’s eyes rolled, and he charged forward with the Mourning Stick.
The Mourning Stick was wrapped in white paper, which rustled as it swung.
The sound of crying followed.
The mournful cries tugged at the heart, causing the listener to feel distressed, and unbeknownst to them, their Primordial Spirit was wounded and their consciousness grew fuzzy.
The horse-faced chuckled, waving the Soul-Summoning Banner at Nanny Cui’s group, the veil releasing puffs of black smoke.
"Trying to escape?"
"Stay, all of you!"
"Hmph!" Fang Zheng snorted coldly, and the Soul Hook Chain suddenly expanded, enveloping the ox-headed and horse-faced amidst a strange rustling.
He was trained in Martial Arts, accustomed to fighting with Martial Arts techniques, and though he possesses Mana, he was not adept at manipulating the Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi.
Even using a Magical Artifact often felt obstructed.
Like the Cyan Rope Sword!
This sword is considered a treasure among Flying Swords, yet Fang Zheng’s control over it was still clumsy, far less convenient than using the weapon in his hand.
