Chapter 512: Chapter 253 Tattoo Civil War_3
“Peng Hou, watch as I use music to shatter your Dream World.”
The Music Master activated the Protective Divine Spell of the Bone Elder Association, guiding his ribs to extend outward and transform into a Bone Zither.
He gently strumd the strings of the Bone Zither, unleashing a piercing soundwave that spread forth from the ancient instrunt.
This soundwave, attuned to a certain rhythm, did not harm anyone but had the power to awaken people from their dreams.
Peng Hou’s Dream World was originally constructed by linking the dreams of sleeping Mingjiang people.
If those who were asleep woke up, the Dream World would naturally collapse.
However, the Music Master’s soundwave could only spread across a few kiloters, sufficient to awaken the slumbering townsfolk in Miyang Wooden Pier, but entirely inadequate to rouse the entire Mingjiang Prefecture given his current cultivation level.
Still, it was enough.
As the townsfolk within the few-kiloter radius of Miyang Wooden Pier were affected by the soundwave, they simultaneously awakened from their dreams.
Peng Hou’s Dream World beneath his feet began to collapse rapidly. At first, he thought it was a minor issue and quickened his pace, but soon he realized there was no longer any ground to stand on.
“The Dream World… is partially collapsing?”
Peng Hou fell out of the Dream World and tried to return again.
But since he had already revealed himself, how could he reenter?
A blast of Dao Yan Fire ca hurtling toward him.
Peng Hou reacted swiftly, using moonlight to conjure bone spikes, rapidly forming an Ice Crystal tattoo in mid-air, and countering by tossing out the ice shards.
The clash of ice and fire caused Dao Yan Fire to succumb to the chilling energy and dissipate entirely.
Just then, the sound of a bowstring being drawn rang out.
Peng Hou turned his head and imdiately cursed inwardly at the sight before him—a flash of white robes entered his vision.
“Who in the world deserves to don white robes, if not after shedding three layers of snow from my being?”
Lord Jian locked his gaze on Peng Hou, pointed with his right hand, and mocked, “You wicked God, the White Clothes Divine Arrow is here—how dare you resist?”
Today, in Mingjiang Prefecture, two Gods had already been slain. Lord Jian had not even morized the lines Zhou Xuan taught him properly, and with the disaster of flooding still in chaos within the city, he had no mood for theatrics.
Now, with the flood receding in Mingjiang Prefecture and the final God revealing himself, Lord Jian’s spirits lifted. Having finally mastered his lines, he naturally decided to put on a show.
And indeed, his theatrics were effective.
His words carried a grandiose aura, combined with Lord Jian’s widespread renown, his few sentences visibly intimidated Peng Hou.
“Peng Hou, we’ve already slain the Heavenly Official and the Ghost Hand—now it’s your turn.”
“What? Wasn’t it the incense fire Taoist who killed the Heavenly Official and Ghost Hand?”
“Peng Hou, even now, you remain clueless… at the cusp of death, let us enlighten you—the Taiping Monk from the Netherworld Stone Gathering was actually Young Master in disguise.”
The Music Master chuckled brightly.
Shang Wenjun added, “From the start to the end of Mingjiang Prefecture, it was all orchestrated by Young Master’s ticulous planning. He lured each of you three Gods into the open, one by one.”
When Peng Hou heard “Young Master,” he imdiately understood they were referring to Zhou Xuan.
“Impossible! There’s no way you killed Ghost Hand and the Heavenly Official—it must have been the incense fire Taoist!”
Peng Hou struggled to accept the truth unfolding before him.
A dignified Heavenly Do God, yet deceived so thoroughly by Zhou Xuan with rely two incense sticks’ worth of divine status.
“I can’t possibly have been fooled—it must have been the incense fire Taoist!”
“Still unable to accept it?”
Xia Jin twanged the strings of his bow and remarked, “The Heavenly Official Divine State has already been handed over to Sky Vaulting Bow’s Gong Zheng. The Ghost Hand Divine Position was given to Zhou Family’s Nuo God. Peng Hou, as for your Divine Status—Young Master has already declared that he will claim it!”
Peng Hou was consud with rage. He wanted to wield his Netherworld Stone to expose their sches to Wansese Realm and Yunwu Venerable, to reveal that Mo Tingsheng was Zhou Xuan in disguise.
But he couldn’t free up his hands at all.
The surrounding wandering gods were closing in, forming a tight encirclent around him.
If he dared to make a move, the wandering gods would imdiately strike as one.
Though he was a Heavenly Do God, he only wielded eight incense sticks of divine power and remained far from reclaiming the ninth incense stick of forr glory.
With the strength of eight incense sticks and the blessing of the Space Law, Peng Hou held confidence in defeating Lord Jian.
But what about the others? A painter wielding mastery of Space Law, and a Music Master possessing the Law of Music—they alone were enough to nullify the gap between Lord Jian and Peng Hou.
Not to ntion the other wandering gods present.
“Zhou Xuan, I curse you so deeply my teeth ache! If you fall into my hands, I will tear you limb from limb!”
“Tear Young Master limb from limb? Don’t say we’re not giving you the chance.”
Li Chengfeng, who had just received Zhou Xuan’s ssage from inside Fei Yue, replied boldly, “Young Master said that none of us should intervene. Instead, we’ll simply keep you surrounded—he’ll co in person to face you in battle.”
“He wants to fight personally?”
Peng Hou sneered repeatedly. Three hundred years ago, he had been struck down to his current realm by Peng Sheng and the Tree Clan, becoming the only Heavenly Do God in Jing Country’s history to possess rely eight incense sticks of divine power.
But eight incense sticks of divine power were still beyond Zhou Xuan’s challenge.
“You’re being given a chance—don’t waste it.”
Lord Jian understood where Zhou Xuan drew his confidence to confront Peng Hou and spoke with a mischievous gleam in his eye.
…
“When heading to a fight, if nothing else, you have to look cool.”
Zhou Xuan donned a black storyteller’s long robe, mounted his Big Black Donkey, and headed toward Miyang Wooden Pier.
“Landlord, could you stop riding my donkey? Big Black no longer pays any attention and has grown distant from .”
“After three hundred years, it’s ti for Tattoo Battle Round Two. I need to make a grand entrance—this is avenging an old friend of your Grand Master.”
Zhou Xuan laughed jovially.
A true master ought to travel with an air of magnificence.
Riding his i Ken car to face Peng Hou would feel off.
But riding a donkey—now that was sothing else entirely.
Even the incense fire Taoist, with divine mastery towering over several floors, rode a black donkey.
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