Chapter 27
Wang Dubao’s hunchback straightened, and his entire body suddenly became extremely gigantic. The originally skinny body burst out with power that was like a tsunami or a landslide.
He leaped and lunged towards Chen Luoyang. Wang Dubao’s martial dao intent was condensed in midair and had formed a bundle of light and shadow.
In front of Chen Luoyang now was a pitch-black universe. Within that universe, there was glistening starlight. Each of the stars was on their own trajectory and moving in order. The stars were mutually towing each other as though they had boundless power and were reversing the universe.
Chen Luoyang observed how Wang Dubao made his move. This was one of the Demon Cult’s 36 secret arts, the Star Shift Scatter Hands. Its concept was based on one of the six unrivaled arts, the Day of Change Technique.
Both martial arts made use of the flow of forces; they used minimal strength to reverse the enemy’s power.
Wang Dubao was a slippery and shrewd person who never confronted any of his enemies directly. But now, thousands of stars were shifting and producing boundless power. All the power was concentrated into a single point and blasted at Chen Luoyang!
When Wang Dubao exerted this move with all his strength, his entire body had formed a union with his martial dao. He turned into a shooting star that instantly charged in front of Chen Luoyang.
But right at this moment, there was a gust of wind that suddenly entered the main hall. The hurricane swept through everything and came between Chen Luoyang and Wang Dubao.
The revolving hurricane caused the dazzling shooting star to veer off its attack trajectory.
It was the Left Envoy, Xiao Yuntian, who arrived in time to block Wang Dubao’s attack on Chen Luoyang.
When Wang Dubao missed this attack, he attacked again. But the hurricane suddenly expanded and pushed Wang Dubao back instead.
At this moment, there was a flash of golden light.
“The one who has the clan name of Wang, how dare you?!” Vajra yelled out with anger before smashing into the staggering Wang Dubao and sending him flying out of the main hall.
Vajra and Wang Dubao fell off the Six Dragons Sovereign Carriage.
Chen Luoyang had nearly activated his Stake All Technique earlier. He was now relaxed as he walked to the window of the main hall and looked down with his black sparkling eyes.
At the mountain range below, Vajra and Wang Dubao were in an intense battle.
When Chen Luoyang focused his eyes to observe the situation, the duo’s movements seemed to slow down a little. However, the duo were martial kings, and Chen Luoyang had yet to fully recover; therefore, their movements were still rather fast.
It wasn’t an impersonator, and it was indeed the Demon Cult’s Protector Kuafu who governed the Qian Prefecture, Wang Dubao. He was a trusted aide that the Demon Cult Master previously promoted.
Is the current situation a betrayal or some other reason?
Chen Luoyang pondered.
Earlier on, Wang Dubao’s eyes flashed with red light, and it was very strange. Furthermore, his inarticulate expression revealed a subtle madness…
“My protection came late. Will Cult Master please forgive me?”
The hurricane slowed down slightly and arrived beside Chen Luoyang, revealing the person it enveloped.
“It might be the Northern Desert Other Tribe’s Blood Soul Curse,” Xiao Yuntian said. “Earlier on, I noticed from far away that there was something wrong with Protector Wang. That’s why I followed him here. It was a pity that I was still too late and allowed him to disturb the great Cult Master.”
Zhang Tianheng, Elder Mingjing, and Shangguan Song had also appeared. They were all looking down at the fight between Vajra and Wang Dubao.
“It is possible for the Blood Soul Curse to invade the person’s mind and soul. It is extremely evil, and it is rare for even the Other Tribe members to cultivate it,” Elder Mingjing said. “For it to invade Protector Wang’s mind, the user of the curse must also be a martial king. There should only be two or three individuals in the Other Tribe who are practitioners of the Blood Soul Curse.”
Elder Mingjing originated from the Jin Prefecture’s Buddhist sacred place, the Qingliang Temple. There were plenty of confrontations with the northern Other Tribe; therefore, he was quite knowledgeable about them.
“The third-ranked ‘Mind Ghost’, Ke Luntu, who is part of the Ten Gallants under the Left Sage King Xiuzhe is extremely mysterious. Information about him is rarely circulated, and no one knows much about him. But if he has such a nickname, he might be an expert in the cultivation of the Blood Soul Curse,” Xiao Yuntian said.
He then bowed to Chen Luoyang. “Cult Master, the user of the Blood Soul Curse must not be far away. I will go and capture him. As long as the Blood Soul Curse is even slightly disturbed, it can be broken.”
Chen Luoyang didn’t express his opinion as he looked down emotionlessly at the great battle below.
“What a humiliation.” Chen Luoyang gave an indifferent response.
Zhang Tianheng looked at Wang Dubao with an enraged expression. As a Demon Cult Protector, he felt a fiery, stinging pain on his face as he felt ashamed to be on the same side as Wang Dubao.
Shangguan Song’s expression looked stern, but his eyes were revealing delight as he rejoiced in Chen Luoyang’s misfortune.
Wang Dubao was part of the youth faction that was personally promoted by the cult master. Now that the cult master was enraged, Shangguan Song was enjoying the show.
Xiao Yuntian bowed to Chen Luoyang again. He didn’t say anything before he turned into a gale and vanished without a trace.
“Check on the Qian Prefecture’s branch members who were at the vanguard with Wang Dubao. Find out what their current situation is.” Chen Luoyang gave his instructions.
“Yes, Cult Master.” After Zhang Tianheng ordered his subordinate to investigate, he couldn’t hold back anymore. “Cult Master, I will go with Vajra to seize that hunchback,” Zhang Tianheng said with a hateful voice.
Chen Luoyang nodded indifferently.
After obtaining approval, Zhang Tianheng immediately jumped off the Six Dragons Sovereign Carriage and descended from the sky like a thunderbolt, smashing down on Wang Dubao’s head.
Wang Dubao’s eyes were shining with red light as his madness intensified. Wang Dubao’s method of attack was entirely different from his normally prudent, shrewd, and slippery style. He was directly confronting Vajra and Zhang Tianheng with each move.
Zhang Tianheng let out a nasty smile and said, “Old Wang, we do not have as many as when we captured the Sword Pavilion kid previously. I cannot guarantee that I will not hurt you before I seize you.”
“How dare you attack Cult Master. I shall let you suffer. You better pray that Big Brother Xiao is able to break the opposition’s evil art as quickly as possible. Otherwise, don’t blame me for putting you in a half-dead state!”
Zhang Tianheng still had injuries, but he disregarded it totally. He attacked with thunder-like force and became increasingly intense as he fought.
In the Six Dragons Sovereign Carriage, Chen Luoyang was calmly looking as two fought against one.
Wang Dubao had already been suppressed, and it was soon after that he was defeated. Xiao Yuntian had been gone for a long time, and there was still no relay of information yet.
“Cult Master, we do not know the number on the enemy side, while Yuntian is alone. Do you want this old one to go and take a look?” Shangguan Song suddenly spoke at this moment. He had a serious expression and grave tone.
However, Chen Luoyang felt that he could hear some sarcasm. It was as if Shangguan Song was saying that Xiao Yuntian might also get controlled by the Blood Soul Curse and come back to attack them.
“The Blood Soul Curse can only be used on a single person at a time,” Elder Mingjing commented by the side.
Shangguan Song smiled. “That is great, that is great. If that is the case, as long as the Left Sage King Xiuzhe isn’t around, Yuntian will at least be able to escape unscathed.”
While Shangguan Song was laughing, he was paying attention to Chen Luoyang at the same time.
It is fine if it is someone else. As a martial emperor, Chen Luoyang couldn’t possibly be helpless against the Blood Soul Curse, right? Is it because he couldn’t be bothered to make a move and wanted to use this to teach Wang Dubao a lesson? Or… is he actually helpless?
The Demon Cult’s Seventh Elder was filled with many thoughts.
Right at this moment, on the Six Dragons Sovereign Carriage and within the main hall, there was a shadow that moved in a bizarre manner.
Subsequently, the flat shadow actually stood up, and there was a black sword tip that emerged from the shadow.
It was silent and without presence, but it was fast like lightning! It thrust at the back of Chen Luoyang!