Chapter 53 — Establishing Authority in Public
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Strange — why would a monk of that temple appear here? " The young Patriarch smiled. "Probably sent to keep watch over the Horse King Deity. It is a trifling matter. The Tathagata is old, and will no longer leave the mountain.
The more interesting thing is that youth's fist technique — very interesting, very interesting, and of a very high level. He has clearly never studied the Thunder-Roaring Great Vehicle Sutra, and yet he can fully unleash the might of the Thunder-Roaring Eight Techniques. .
. " Back in the village, Master Huo withdrew his gaze and continued, "Shen'er, what did you see in that punch of mine just now? " Shen Mu suppressed his doubts. The forty-five azure dragons had not only differed in form, but even their species had been wholly distinct — truly stunning.
Suddenly Master Huo used Nine Dragons Riding Wind and Thunder once more, and again forty-five different azure dragons appeared in the air, with rolling thunder, raged winds, and churning clouds, all charging into the heights! Punch after punch, Master Huo blasted out, and more and more dragon-shaped forces filled the sky, densely packed, with dancing azure dragons spreading for a hundred li in every direction!
Those dragons joined in the air to form a magnificent formation, their bodies coiling around one another into a great dragon disc, heads facing outward — and then they all roared at once! Ten thousand dragons bellowing, shaking heaven and earth!
This was no longer just showing Shen Mu the mysteries of Nine Dragons Riding Wind and Thunder; it was a naked display of might, a show of force toward the Barren Ruins, toward the Nether Demon Cult, toward all those who harbored ill intentions against Hidden Cripple Village! Shen Mu stared wide-eyed; the others in the village were also full of praise, nodding repeatedly.
The members of the Nether Demon Cult in the neighboring village all changed expression slightly, yet could not help admiring. The young Patriarch said to the cult members around him, "From now on, if you meet the Horse King Deity alone, yield three points.
" The Elder of Punishments murmured, "Does my Nether Demon Cult need to fear this tiny village? " "Fear — not exactly.
" The young Patriarch smiled.
"They are crippled and broken now, their skills no longer what they were. But there are two at the same level as I am: one is the man without arms and legs, and the other is the blacksmith. The rest are all somewhat stronger than my cult's Twelve Guardian Saint Elders and the Four Town-Suppressing Heavenly Kings.
The Saintess is probably the weakest of them. Do you see that butcher, the one with only half a body? If you have ever heard of him, you will surely remember his name — the Heavenly Saber! " The Elder of Punishments's heart jolted, and he stared at the Butcher in disbelief, muttering, "That Heavenly Saber?
Wasn't he dead long ago?
" "I heard he was dead too," said a Guardian Elder.
"I heard he went mad, drew his blade against the heavens, and cut his way into the sky. Some people saw the shadows of the gods appear above; the madman attacked the gods. They say the sky was dark with clouds at the time, and the blade light darted through the thunderclouds. Soon after, the Heavenly Saber's corpse fell from heaven. If this butcher is that Heavenly Saber, how did he survive? " The young Patriarch said, "For someone like him, even dying is not that easy. " The Elder of Punishments said doubtfully, "Patriarch, why did you agree to the late Cult Leader's widow, making this little brat the young patriarch of our Holy Cult?
In my view, his strength is nothing much. " "This youth's strength is indeed nothing much — he is still quite raw.
But look at who stands beside him.