Capítulo 2285: Chapter 29: Bearing the Monunt of What
The Holy Beast of You Nation is still attacking Wang the Coroner.
The Upper City, borne on the turtle’s back, is still boiling in blood and fire.
The collision between Zheng Chaoyang and King of Equality has yet to yield a result.
King Yama has already struck the blow that ends the fate.
Wang the Coroner, relying on his superior survival ability, stood out to stir up the beasts, provoking the Holy Beast of You Nation’s attack.
The King of the City, through Zhao Cang’s manipulation of the Holy Beast, swiftly identified Zhao Cang’s true location while disrupting the city’s defenses.
The Wheel-turning King imdiately arrived at the destination, sealing off the target tavern, constructing a cage.
Taishan King attacked the stronghold, while King of Chu Jiang and Song Emperor King directly entered the cage to clear the scene.
King of Equality took the opportunity to slay the dragon, kill the Emperor, and seize national power, thereby blocking strong reinforcents.
King Yama was responsible for eliminating any unexpected occurrences…
Moreover, the newly invited King of Bian Cheng, and the leader King of Qin Guang himself, were also counterasures for unexpected incidents—whether unfortunate or not, Zhao Cang had not prepared adequately for his own life and death.
The so-called “the will of the people” couldn’t protect him at all. A giant turtle with near True strength but lacking sufficient wisdom was not enough to block all enemies. The ticulously constructed “hidden nest” was quickly found out. The carefully picked bodyguards were utterly vulnerable…
The entire course of action by Hell Has No Door wasn’t complicated; each step was clear, possessing a seamless aesthetic.
This fluidity precisely reflected Hell Has No Door’s profound understanding of the art of assassination, and their intelligence insight into the entire You Nation. As for the extraordinary execution abilities of several Yama Kings, it was really the least surprising thing.
To survive in an organization like Hell Has No Door, walking the edge of life and death for long, and holding onto the position of Yama, how could there be any weaklings?
King Yama closed Zhao Cang’s eyelids, and casually pushed the corpse off from high altitude at the sa ti.
Boom!
The collision between Zheng Chaoyang and King of Equality has already produced a result.
Even though King of Equality utilized the killing of the dragon and the emperor to seize massive national power force, he still couldn’t withstand Zheng Chaoyang who commanded the military formation Soldier Slayer, and was directly blown away—the guardian fla shattered, the blazing sun ring blasted apart…bleeding profusely as he fell.
But Zhao Cang was already dead.
The actual ruler of Heaven Blessed Nation, Zhao Cang, who manipulated the political affairs for nearly a century, died even before King of Qin Guang made his move.
Once perched high above the city, a figure of power commanding life and death, now facing a young man who escaped from Lower City three years later… all the ticulous preparations over these three years crumbled instantly.
They didn’t actually et or converse three years ago.
Nor did they three years later.
Back then, a City Lord about to beco food for the turtle beast still hadn’t the qualifications to et the State Minister.
Now an old man, gathering nurous cultivators as guards, arranging hiding spots like a cunning rabbit, and manipulating the Holy Beast from the shadows, still failed to warrant King of Qin Guang’s direct attention.
Thirty years in the east, thirty years in the west, who can predict the affairs of the human world?
At this mont, the entire Upper City is shaking, the whole earth trembling.
The giant turtle beast, having lost the guidance of Secret Technique, seed ever more uncontrolled emotionally.
While chasing Wang the Coroner, it gradually stopped restraining its power, wantonly venting itself, recklessly trampling across this Twenty-seventh Town!
Wang the Coroner, within a very short ti, continuously used his death-counter asures to save his life. Currently, his left arm was severed at the elbow, and the fingers of the right hand were re stumps. Even the blood in the black coffin had already dried up.
But at that mont, suddenly light and shadow flickered.
In the giant turtle beast’s eyes, an image beca so clear, and increasingly clear—
A black official robe with blood patterns, a tall figure, a mask nad “Bian Cheng”!
Roaring.
The spirit world of this giant turtle beast is an endless sea.
King of Bian Cheng appears in Six Desires Bodhisattva’s form, stepping into this chaotic ocean.
He sees—
Wild waves rolling furiously, tides surging like gallops.
Heavy clouds pressing low, Thunder Serpents twisting thousands.
A turtle beast, gigantic as a mountain peak, roams frantically in the boundless Furious Sea, stirring tempestuous waves.
In its spirit world, it appears larger than in reality. It possesses imasurable Divine Soul Strength, yet here its performance is even more sluggish than in the real world.
Such a giant turtle, charging recklessly among dark water peaks, under its frantic state, felt sowhat timid.
And the Divine Sense transford Six Desires Bodhisattva descends, illuminating Buddha Light, displaying peculiar colors, making it see—
Heavy clouds dissipated, thunder lights vanished, a golden sun hanging in the distant sky. Heaven and sea connect afar, massive swaths of splendid sunset floating in the do, also draping into the water.
Ten thousand miles of clear waves like a mirror, flattening without a hint of ripple.
A gentle breeze lightly brushes, evenly dispersing sunshine on its body. Lazy, making it extrely comfortable.
In the spirit world, even though donning Yama Mask, Jiang Wang certainly couldn’t feel as relaxed as he appeared at that mont.
The presentation of this turtle beast’s spirit reminded him of those sea beasts encountered in the Near Sea Archipelago—enslaved by the overseas sect with restrictions.
Contrary to the terrifying defense in reality almost impossible to break, this giant turtle’s spirit is much more chaotic and also more vulnerable.
Even so, the spirit and soul power of this giant turtle beast is remarkably imnse.
With Jiang Wang’s Spiritual Sense far surpassing that of ordinary Godly cultivators, comparing to it seed like a boulder beside a high mountain.
To calm such a spirit with Six Desires Bodhisattva is akin to a child taming a wild horse. One misstep, and you’d be thrown and trampled. He was completely relying on superior riding skills, walking on the edge of a blade right now.
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