The Mountain Lord smiled, lifted a finger, and flicked it lightly against the plaque. With a crack, a fissure appeared.
"Courting death!"
The King Guilong raged, nearly losing all reason—today, no matter what, he had to kill the Mountain Lord.
If he didn’t kill the Mountain Lord, every ti he closed his eyes, that unbearable thing would haunt him.
To hell with it—I’ll face the Beheading Dragon Platform if I must!
Even if I end up on the Beheading Dragon Platform, I’ll kill the Mountain Lord first!
The Mountain Lord raised his other hand, blocking the assault from behind. In an instant, this hand began changing to a gray color—the prosthetic on the verge of collapsing.
He turned and ran, moving at breakneck speed. Behind him, the river surged, swept up by King Guilong, transforming into a water dragon that vaulted over the towering embanknt and chased straight after the Mountain Lord.
The river water billowed out in waves dozens of ters high, roaring forth.
The water level of the river, already dropping, began to fall even faster.
Massive volus of water, driven by King Guilong, pursued the Mountain Lord, while thunder bood overhead, moisture gathering, echoing King Guilong’s furious wrath.
...
Wen Yan was driving his car, just about to cross the overpass between two mountains, when thunder rolled past his ears and the very earth seed to tremble.
He looked to the side, and saw a towering wall of water, dozens of ters high, roaring in from the flank—the imnse power it carried making the ground shudder.
"Shit, he really lost control."
Wen Yan got out of the car, ignoring the danger, and stood at the edge of the bridge, staring at the surging wave.
Beneath the overpass, he could still spot a figure, shouldering a massive plaque, feet treading atop the crowns of trees and brush, moving as if on flat land, sprinting at incredible speed.
The Mountain Lord.
This guy really has no sha. No wonder people say, ’if you have no sha, you’re invincible under heaven.’
So long as you’re willing to toss away your pride, there’s a lot you can get done.
Who would’ve thought the Mountain Lord could be so shaless, squeezing King Guilong at his weak spot, and squeezing for all he’s worth.
If an ordinary man is threatened with his mother, he’s likely to lose his head and act rashly.
Let alone a guy like King Guilong—if he could hold back, he wouldn’t be King Guilong.
How exactly the Mountain Lord threatened him doesn’t even matter—the result is already clear as day.
The Mountain Lord was sprinting like mad, already missing an arm, gritting his teeth as he ignored the warnings.
Natural Enemy Profession—morphing at his whim. Under the glaring red exclamation mark, a new notification popped up instantly.
"Mountain Lord."
"The tiger who holds the office of Mountain Lord, the original station, the lord of all beasts in the mountains.
Unmatched in slaughter, a force of pure killing, one that aligns with the will of heaven and earth.
However, after suffering two great calamities, he survived both, but each ti lost part of his station and damaged his foundation.
Now, he’s desperate to restore his body, to reclaim his power.
Until then, every kill he makes wounds his own essence.
All killed by the Mountain Lord cannot be revived, cannot beco Ghosts, cannot leave behind any consciousness."
"He’s noticed you, but luckily for you, he doesn’t have any ti to bother with you right now.
Friendly tip: strike while he’s weak—finish him off before he recovers his physical body.
Otherwise, if he sets his sights on you, he’ll definitely co to kill you."
"Temporary Ability.
1. Grandma.
Cannot heal, cannot resurrect those killed by the Mountain Lord, but as long as they don’t die, it’s no problem.
Grandma has never let any living thing (including but not limited to animals, plants) die under her care.
2. Sparrow Cat.
Unlucky you—you’re raising the Mountain Lord’s natural enemy.
Even unluckier, it’s already claid Sparrow Cat’s core inheritance."
Wen Yan stood by the bridge, watching the Mountain Lord’s retreating figure, as the notification concluded.
At the sa ti, the sprinting Mountain Lord suddenly turned and looked toward Wen Yan, standing on the overpass.
With a glance, he recognized him—that weak little Martial Artist from the other day.
But now, he felt a trendous threat from the guy—such that he almost couldn’t help but strike then and there to snuff him out.
But seeing King Guilong raging after him in hot pursuit, the Mountain Lord decisively gave up on killing Wen Yan for now.
His prosthetic was almost breaking down under the strain of his own power and King Guilong’s force.
If he lost the prosthetic, with his current power, killing King Guilong would be all but impossible.
Plus, killing King Guilong wasn’t really his aim—he just wanted to use him as a tool.
The Mountain Lord quickly vanished into the mountains, racing into the distance.
Wen Yan pulled out his phone, looked at the map, glanced in the direction the Mountain Lord was headed, and instantly realized—his destination could only be Crouching Tiger Mountain.
He gave Cai Qidong a call.
"His target is Crouching Tiger Mountain—he’s luring the furious King Guilong over there."
"Got it."
Cai Qidong hung up the phone, looked at the map, and imdiately started the next round of planning.
The wrath King Guilong was unleashing—the power he could muster—had far exceeded expectations.
He glanced at the photos Wen Yan had sent, compared them to notes from people in the Scorching Sun Departnt investigating the Dragon Mother Temple, and his face turned dark as the underside of a pot.
The worst-case scenario had co to pass; there was no way King Guilong could have held back.
No idea what the Mountain Lord said to him, but judging by King Guilong’s actions, he’s going all out—even if it ans the Beheading Dragon Platform later, he wants the Mountain Lord dead now.
...
All people likely to be affected, according to predictions, had already been warned and evacuated in advance.
At Crouching Tiger Mountain, only so equipnt remained.
On a distant peak, a Dharma Altar stood.
A Purple Robe Taoist stood before the altar, forming seal techniques in his hands, his robes snapping in the wind.
He gripped his Magic Sword, gazing at the churning black clouds, muttering incantations.
"Under Canopy’s decree, command Duke Lei.
Fire-Deceiving Great Deity, accompanied by eight generals.
Thunderbolt Officials, Eight Trigrams Generals.
Almighty Taiyi, I now summon the troops of the Five Thunders, hurry to the Gen Palace.
By the law, now!"
With a thunderous shout, the Magic Sword held before him, the black clouds above rumbled, peals of thunder like Duke Lei beating his drum in the clouds.
With a booming clap, the sky blazed white.
A thick bolt of lightning, in a flash, lanced down from the heavens, piercing through earth and sky.
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