Dragon-Marked War God

“A bunch of trash, truly. They can’t even handle a small matter like this, and I have to go out personally.”

The middle-aged man’s brows were thick with killing intent, his face gloomy.

Not far behind him stood a thin old man, his body as skinny as a stick and incomparably frail, as though a gust of wind could blow him over.

“Dongfang Lianshuo, now it’s your turn to make a move. In the Buddha Zhongsheng Hall, you’re the only one who can really be counted as a pillar now. Your Eldest Senior Brother has been in seclusion for a million years, and who knows what realm he’s reached by now. All that’s left is this old bag of bones of mine holding the Buddha Zhongsheng Hall together.”

The old man shook his head and said with a sigh, his withered face filled with coldness and murderousness.

“Great Elder, it seems that over these years Lu Changtian and those other guys have only gotten worse and worse in your hands. Heh heh heh.”

Dongfang Lianshuo said with a cold laugh. As the second disciple of Buddha Zhongsheng, his strength was naturally incomparably formidable. Even the Great Elder had to give him some face. But apart from him, Lu Changtian and the others were considerably weaker.

“Some people are as dull as pigs. What can I do about it? Heh, I’m old and useless. But if someone dares to kill people of my Futu Pagoda, he certainly won’t be allowed to go on living free and easy.”

The Great Elder said with a smile, not angry at all. His eyes were as still as an ancient well. Facing Dongfang Lianshuo’s challenge, he was neither humble nor overbearing, neither sad nor angry.

“Hmph, I’d like to see who dares to kill people of my Buddha Zhongsheng Hall.”

Dongfang Lianshuo flicked his long sleeve, and his cloak billowed. As he turned, wind and thunder rolled. Treading on black clouds, he swept away and vanished from the Buddha Zhongsheng Hall.

…………

By the time Jiang Chen walked out of the canyon, with dark clouds rolling overhead, several years had already passed. But by then, no one had left. Han Yan and Yu Jingxian were both silently waiting for Jiang Chen. And at this moment, Han Yan had also gained a flash of insight. He seemed about to break through to the Divine Emperor Realm.

“Lately I keep entering a profoundly mysterious state. That state seems illusory and hard to grasp. I feel I’m probably about to break through the barrier of the Divine Emperor Realm.”

Han Yan said in a deep voice. Although his expression was still cold, there was a joy in it that he could not hide.

“That’s wonderful, Ah Yan, you’re finally about to break through. It seems we haven’t wasted our cultivation here either. Sister Jingxian, the two of us have to work hard too, giggle.”

Leng Qianqian said with a laugh. With Han Yan about to break through, she was even happier than Han Yan himself.

“Yes. Congratulations, Ah Yan. I just wonder when Jiang Chen will be able to walk out of that Heavenly Lightning canyon.”

Yu Jingxian forced out a faint smile, but in her heart she was extremely worried.

“Don’t worry. I can feel that Little Chen is still alive. As long as he’s alive, he should be out soon.”

Han Yan said in a low voice. He was also reassuring himself. In fact he did not know when Jiang Chen would come out either. He just did not want everyone to be frowning over Jiang Chen’s safety.

“Rushing Thunder canyon, the Land of Heavenly Lightning. So it really is here.”

A deafening voice echoed through the valley. Han Yan and the others’ faces changed slightly. An extremely powerful aura was coming from the east, rapidly closing in on this place.

“Hide, quickly!”

Han Yan said in a low voice, his breathing incomparably heavy. He could feel that this aura was quite terrifying, so much so that he would find it hard to withstand.

“No need to hide. Today, all of you have to die.”

In the sky, a black shadow flashed past and arrived in the blink of an eye, already appearing above Han Yan and the others’ heads.

“Who are you?”

Han Yan said in a deep voice.

“You killed people of my Futu Pagoda, and you still dare to ask who I am? Heh, how amusing. You few must be waiting for someone, right? There is indeed another aura in this Land of Heavenly Lightning. I’ll kill the three of you first, then go find that guy.”

Dongfang Lianshuo said lightly. In his words he did not take Han Yan and the others seriously at all. He could not even be bothered to look at them. That kind of contempt was something he was born with.

“It’s someone from the Futu Pagoda.”

Yu Jingxian and Leng Qianqian looked at each other and both drew in a cold breath. This person’s strength was far too great. He had completely blocked their way, and they had nowhere to hide.

“So what? If you want to kill us, it depends on whether you have the ability.”

Han Yan said coldly. Even knowing full well that he was no match, he did not retreat half a step, because at this time he had to buy time for Jiang Chen, even though he still did not know how long it would take Jiang Chen to walk out of the Land of Heavenly Lightning.

“Stubborn little guy, heh. You few are too weak, far too weak. Dealing with you doesn’t interest me at all.”

Dongfang Lianshuo said dismissively, shaking his head, his face full of sighs. Half-step Divine Emperors. Was it really this bunch who had defeated Lu Changtian? How disappointing. That Lu Changtian truly deserved to die. But after all he had still been a member of the Futu Pagoda and his own junior brother, so Dongfang Lianshuo still had to kill these few people to avenge Lu Changtian. After all, the might of the Futu Pagoda could not be offended!

“Get past me first!”

Han Yan shouted in a deep voice and took a step forward, charging straight at Dongfang Lianshuo. Dongfang Lianshuo laughed coldly. With a turn of his hand, he struck out with a palm. Thunder surged, wind and lightning raged, and all of heaven and earth seemed to change because of his presence. Han Yan threw a punch, but no matter what, it could not land.

Dongfang Lianshuo’s palm moved slightly and engulfed Han Yan’s fist. With one small motion, it shattered Han Yan’s entire arm. Han Yan’s face turned deathly pale as he flew backward. He had actually been defeated by the black-clad man before him in a single move.

“Ah Yan!”

Leng Qianqian cried out in alarm, her pretty face changing, and hurried to catch Han Yan. But Han Yan’s arm had already been completely crippled. The moment he made a move, it was with the force of a thunderbolt, directly costing Han Yan his ability to fight.

Han Yan’s face was pale and incomparably twisted, his heart full of emotion. He was not even a match for a single exchange with him. Just where did this guy come from? Was the Futu Pagoda really this powerful?

“All three of you have to die!”

Dongfang Lianshuo did not change his expression, but he had already pronounced the death sentence on all three of them. Han Yan had been forced back the moment he made a move and had lost his ability to fight. Yu Jingxian and Leng Qianqian had almost no power to fight back.

“Go and die, all of you!”

Dongfang Lianshuo struck out with a palm. An invisible great handprint descended from the sky and covered the three of them. Han Yan, Leng Qianqian and Yu Jingxian all felt the threat of death. In that moment they really did feel somewhat desperate.

“You want to kill my people? You’re not qualified.”

But right at this moment, a familiar figure suddenly appeared slowly before the three of them. With one punch he forcibly drove back Dongfang Lianshuo’s attack, then stood there proudly like an eternal, unchanging War God, his momentum like a rainbow!