The Prodigies War

The atmosphere was oppressive on Guest Welcome Mountain.

All spirit senses had been cut off from the battlefield.

The cloth-robed old man was not surprised by Old Monk Dukong’s intervention, he was only a little confused.

He voiced his doubt indifferently, “How is this ant worthy of making an Emperor Buddha Master like you show up in person?”

This was indeed abnormal.

Earth Treasury Realm was one of the Three Dark Giants ostracized by the rest of the Ancient Nebula Road.

Unless it was a matter of utmost importance, an Emperor Buddha Master like Dukong would never easily appear in public, or he would definitely be targeted by quite a few potent figures.

Old Monk Dukong calmly replied, “This man is a heretic who is wicked beyond redemption. Over the recent years, he has killed many disciples of our Earth Treasury Realm.”

He paused shortly before continuing, “As you, Fellow Daoist, have also seen, his battle prowess is already near-invincible in the Supreme Saint-King Stage. Even an ordinary quasi-Emperor expert will have trouble killing him.”

They had both dueled Lin Xun shortly before, so they knew how terrifyingly powerful this opponent was. In fact, they even suspected he still hadn’t used his full strength at all!

“Heretic?” snorted the cloth-robed old man. “I’m afraid the real reason is much more complicated than that.”

Old Monk Dukong frowned.

The cloth-robed old man was not actually waiting for an answer. He proceeded to say expressionlessly, “You want him? Fine, just wait ten thousand years. Rest assured that I won’t stop you then.”

The implication was that Yu Xuan must be imprisoned for ten thousand years first, and even Earth Treasury Realm could not interfere with this!

Old Monk Dukong sighed, “Why must you insist on this, Fellow Daoist?”

He then flickered and split into two!

The two Dukongs looked exactly the same, except that one was clad in a hemp robe and had an obscure and dark aura, while the other was dressed in white-colored monk’s clothes and looked solemn as a bright and perfect aura streamed around him.

“Light and Dark Zen Bodies!” The cloth-robed old man’s pupils shrunk.

This was the most divine and supreme inheritance of Earth Treasury Realm. The user had two Zen bodies, with one cultivating the Earth Treasury Dark Dao and the other the Light Dao.

Light and dark circled hand in hand like good and evil, allowing one to bring the light of Buddha to the world while also treading in the darkness. It was simply miraculous.

The most terrifying thing about this art was that, in battle, both Zen bodies possessed the same cultivation stage and fighting power. This meant that in the case with Dukong, his opponent would have to fight two Emperors!

“Fellow Daoist, we of Earth Treasury Realm have no regard for life and death in a fight, so please think twice,” harmonized the two old monks, one compassionate and the other frosty, creating a horrific visual impact.

“Threatening me because of an ant? There really is something deeper to dig out of him, isn’t there?” The eyes of the cloth-robed old man seemed to hold thousands of galvanized swords as they emitted terrifying sharpness.

Jintian Xuanyue and Wuming felt their hearts tighten.

No one had expected that for the sake of a mere Yu Xuan, these two Emperors would be at odds with each other to the point they were ready to fight!

Meanwhile, the main character had been ignored from start to end.

It was as if he was a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, and everyone wanted a piece of him!

This kind of scene sparked an indescribable anger in Lin Xun’s heart.

It had been too long since he had last experienced this feeling.

Two Emperors were towering above him. One wanted to imprison him for ten thousand years, and the other declared him a heretic and wanted to haul him away!

Furthermore, in order to decide who got to take him, they started a fight!

Do they see me as…a powerless prey?

Lin Xun’s eyes grew darker and deeper, and he suddenly said aloud, “If I become an Emperor one day, I will make sure to give you all a taste of your own medicine.”

His voice was calm. His expression was without a ripple.

The resolution in his attitude was unquestionable!

Wuming and Jintian Xuanyue were flabbergasted, finding what they had just heard quite absurd. Does this guy think he can still live after this?

The cloth-robed old man’s lips twitched. “Whining because you can’t accept that you’re at the end of your rope? Childish.”

When approaching death, there was always someone who would refuse to face their inevitable fate and roar, curse in rage, which was simply ridiculous.

No one would take their grudging last words seriously!

Old Monk Dukong shook his head and ignored Lin Xun.

The hemp-clothed youth, who had been stifled to the point of exploding, suddenly roared, “My brother, I, Xuan Jiuyin, have never admitted to losing to anyone in my life but you. If you die today, then I shall one day fulfill this wish in your stead!”

His eyes were bloodshot, and he was quivering all over.

The old woman was stunned. This was the first time she had seen him with such an angry and determined look on his face.

Before this, the youth had always goofed around, carefree and undisciplined. Although his advancement in cultivation was speedy, he had been like a child who wouldn’t grow up.

Now…he was entirely different.

Meanwhile, the cloth-robed old man frowned. Xuan? Could he be a descendant of that ancient clan?

Old Monk Dukong, on the other hand, remained indifferent. If it wasn’t for the old woman’s presence, then he would have no hesitation wiping out such a young man for coming out with that kind of arrogant claptrap.

Xuan Jiuyin.

Lin Xun silently repeated the name in his head. So this kid is surnamed Xuan…

He then took a deep breath and said in a nonchalant tone, “Since you called me your friend, I might as well let you know that I won’t die. Be careful. If you jinx me again, I’ll make sure to beat you up.”

Hearing this, Xuan Jiuyin’s eyes widened. Why is this guy still so stubborn when he’s about to die?!

Wuming and Jintian Xuanyue also shook their heads. Not going to die? Impossible!

The cloth-robed old man laughed, “Our confrontation is needlessly prolonging this ant’s life. Why don’t we restrain him first and then you and I can continue our fight?”

Old Monk Dukong agreed, “Very well.”

As he said that, he raised his hand.

Boom!

The region shook violently as a supreme Emperor law power spread and formed a dark prison that quickly enveloped Lin Xun.

As if having expected this, the cloth-robed old man flicked his finger almost at the same time. A flash of sword qi shot out so fast that it seemed to ignore the spatial barrier, and dropped down with a mountainous pressure.

The two Emperors had deployed their strikes very lightly, but the power and might contained within was terrifying beyond imagination.

If their aim was merely to take Lin Xun’s life, the method wouldn’t have been so troublesome as just emitting their Emperor aura alone was enough to kill him on the spot.

However, neither the cloth-robed old man nor the old monk intended to do that right now.

The former only wanted to restrain Lin Xun. The latter was worried Lin Xun’s death might expose that fortune relating to the secret of becoming an Emperor and Ancestor in his possession, drawing the cloth-robed old man’s covetousness.

Anyone watching this could see that Lin Xun had no escape!

The old woman hesitated for a good while before letting out a long sigh. She had given up on the idea of intervening.

There was only one of her. If she decided to help Lin Xun, it would be difficult for her to fight against two Emperor experts.

Meanwhile, at this moment, Lin Xun was unusually calm.

In the Omega Secret-Realm, the delicate figure of Xi had appeared at some point. She quietly walked out from the Omega Door…

“Huh?” Xi seemed to suddenly notice something and stopped.

Dum!

Almost in the same moment, Guest Welcome Mountain violently trembled with a dull sound as if being hit with something terrifyingly powerful.

Then, everyone saw…the dark cage imprisoning Lin Xun had crumbled like paper and dissipated.

When the two Dukongs saw this, their expressions grew solemn.

Crack!

The sword that suppressed Lin Xun shattered in the void, raining down light that quickly fizzled out.

The cloth-robed old man’s clothes fluttered as his aura fluctuated, his eyes gleaming sharply.

In the courtyard, the old woman’s expression also faltered. “How…?”

There are still other Emperors here?

It was worth noting that the entire Guest Welcome Mountain had been wrapped by the auras of Old Monk Dukong and the cloth-robed old man. Let alone approaching, ordinary cultivators wouldn’t even be able to sense the existence of the mountain.

However, the two Emperors’ auras covering the mountain had just been blasted away by someone with such a simple brute-force method.

Moreover, that force had been so powerful that it had conveniently crushed their attacks into nothingness!

The field was dead quiet.

Wuming, Jintian Xuanyue, and the others were all stunned. They had not at all expected such a drastic reversal at this time.

Even Lin Xun was stupefied. Xi hadn’t even appeared, but his calamity was still resolved!

Following that, in everyone’s field of vision, there was suddenly an extra figure. Wearing a pair of straw shoes, carrying a rusty pickaxe, and having tanned skin, he looked like an ordinary farmer.

No one had been able to see or sense from where or how he had appeared here.

It was as if he had been standing there for a long time without them knowing!

Standing in front of Lin Xun!

Lin Xun forgot to breathe for a second. The lone figure standing with him made him feel like he was looking at a back that could carry heaven and earth, majestic and immeasurable!

Meanwhile, the Dukongs and the cloth-robed old man became serious.

The middle-aged man looked like any normal farmer out there, but they were unable to see through him!

This whole time, they had even failed to detect a single sign of his presence with their Emperor cultivation!

“You came here uninvited, Fellow Daoist, also for Yu Xuan?” asked Old Monk Dukong, his voice resounding like a bell. His sleeve flapped, and his expression carried a rare gravity.

“Does this even need asking?” said the cloth-robed old man indifferently. “He never lost his calm. It’s apparent that he knew someone would come to his aid.”

The tension in the air heightened at this remark.

Both Wuming’s and Jintian Xuanyue’s hearts had been taken over by storms. They had thought that Yu Xuan was only a member of the Imperial Yu Clan, and his death was certain now that he was out here alone and unprotected.

However, to their utmost surprise, he actually had a helper!

In addition, it was a deeply hidden, terrifyingly strong expert.

“This guy…was really concealing his true depths too well…” laughed the hemp-clothed youth bitterly, feeling like a fool to have been so worried for nothing.

However, he also felt indescribably relieved.

At least, his buddy wouldn’t die for the time being!

The old woman looked at the joy on his face with complicated feelings. No wonder the young man has never been scared of me. He really has a trump card that he’s absolutely confident in.

The tanned-skin man stood there like an ordinary farmer standing in his crop field without any threat to speak of. Moreover, he appeared to have a dull personality, paying no attention to the words of anyone.

The only thing he did was turn his head around and look at Lin Xun with a simple and honest smile that seemed to say, ‘Don’t worry, I’m here.’

Lin Xun had a vague guess, and his eyes lit up.

Before he could say something, the man had turned his head back around. When he looked at Dukong and the cloth-robed old man, the smile on his face had vanished.

From his lips, six words came out lightly, “How would you like to die?”

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