Chapter 1443: What the Hell Is a Gentleman? |
“Faith can wear a facade of righteousness and justice, but the methods behind it don’t have to be.”
Zhang Yi said calmly.
He stared at the old wooden box in the Burial Master’s hands, already beginning to guess what it was.
The Tantric Sect had a tradition of crafting ritual artifacts since ancient times. This custom didn’t appear out of nowhere; it must have had a reason.
And after arriving at the Tantric Sect, what he had seen and heard gradually formed an idea in his mind.
Using human flesh and blood, or so-called souls, one could create powerful sealed objects.
These sealed objects weren’t for anything else—they were meant to suppress beings with supernatural abilities.
Take the Gate of Eternity at the entrance to the Demon Kingdom, for example.
By sacrificing the lives of one hundred thousand beings, it could block the prying of an Epsilon-class Transcendent.
So now, it wasn’t hard to imagine how the ritual artifact that the Tantric Sect’s supreme Burial Master had brought out was made.
The more powerful the artifact, the greater the number of lives consumed in its creation.
The Burial Master peeled off the final layer of talisman paper, then opened that dark red old wooden box.
The moment the box opened, Zhang Yi and the others could vaguely hear chaotic, mournful wails in their ears.
It was as if countless brutally slain souls were shrieking madly right beside them.
Zhang Yi’s face instantly turned deathly pale. Even from such a great distance, he felt a physiological discomfort, and even the supernatural energy within him began to destabilize.
He hurriedly retreated another ten-plus kilometers, and only then did the feeling slowly subside.
Gao Changkong and Lancelot were in the same boat—none of them had it easy.
They used their equipment to observe the battle from afar.
They saw the Burial Master reach into the wooden box and pull out a somewhat worn Vajra scepter.
Just one glance at it, and you could feel a powerful aura of death radiating from the scepter.
It was unimaginable what would happen if someone got struck by it.
The moment the Vajra scepter was brought out, Prince Anrit’s expression also turned grim in an instant.
Without hesitation, he struck, gathering a massive vacuum wave in both hands and hurling it viciously at the Burial Master!
“Amitabha!”
The Burial Master chanted the Buddha’s name and looked up at the sky.
From the distant land, from the ancient Sangga Monastery that had stood for a thousand years, from every old Buddhist temple on the Tantric Sect’s land, streams of golden, worldly willing-power surged forth!
On this day, the snowy highlands blazed with war, as the rebellion raised the flag to overthrow the Tusi’s rule.
The sky lit up with a cyan-gold Buddhist light, stretching across the entire Tantric Sect’s land!
One by one, the ancient temples and prayer wheel towers began to spin wildly on their own, without anyone needing to push them.
The willing-power that had accumulated for a thousand years crossed tens of thousands of meters of land in an instant, converging entirely on the Burial Master alone!
His whole body was shrouded in holy light, making him appear sacred as a Buddha.
Facing Prince Anrit’s attack, he raised his hand and pushed out a palm, and the surging force completely erased the attack!
The Burial Master lifted the demon-subduing scepter in his hand, assumed the fierce Vajra aspect, and charged straight at Prince Anrit!
The two mighty forces clashed in midair, and the resulting storm directly destroyed most of the Sacred Spirit Hall.
Within dozens of square kilometers, everyone could feel the overwhelming pressure of the two combatants.
Even Zhang Yi and his two companions didn’t dare to get close now.
Because this was no longer a battle they could involve themselves in.
Prince Anrit’s power and the thousand years of willing-power the Burial Master had gathered from the Tantric Sect could easily annihilate them.
Zhang Yi took a deep breath and retreated another twenty kilometers.
He stayed behind because, when the two of them had exhausted themselves, he could step in to help deliver the finishing blow.
Lancelot and Gao Changkong were in much worse shape than him, each bearing heavy injuries.
Fortunately, they had ordered their subordinates to leave earlier, so those people didn’t die.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Zhang Yi originally had a chance to try to kill Lancelot.
But after careful consideration, he abandoned that plan.
First, the outcome of the battle between the Burial Master and Prince Anrit was still uncertain, and they might need the strength of these two.
Second, and most importantly, both of them were on guard against him.
If Zhang Yi made a move against either one right now, the other would have to bear the consequences of being killed by Zhang Yi afterward.
So they would temporarily form a united front.
Thinking of this, Zhang Yi said to Lancelot, “That guy named Babu in your group has a connection with me. I’m taking him under my wing from now on.”
Hearing this, Lancelot ground his teeth in rage, blood slowly dripping from the corner of his mouth.
“Chaos! Don’t you have any gentlemanly spirit at all? You promised me that after things here were settled, you’d return Babu to me!”
Zhang Yi said calmly, “Who told you I’m a gentleman? Most of the time, I’m a thug.”
Lancelot’s body trembled with fury, and he desperately wanted to charge over and fight Zhang Yi.
But considering his own serious injuries, going over there would only bring humiliation.
His gaze gradually darkened.
“Do you know who Babu is? If you touch him, the entire Britannian Empire won’t let you off!”
Hearing Lancelot’s threat, Zhang Yi sneered disdainfully, “Then do you know who I am?”
He pointed his thumb at himself. “I’m the guardian deity of the Jiangnan Region in Huaxu Kingdom! Your Britannia’s reputation doesn’t mean a damn thing to me!”
Lancelot stared hard at Zhang Yi, but at this moment, he could only swallow his anger.
“Alright, let’s not waste any more time.”
Zhang Yi looked down at the vast Nash Kingdom below and said flatly, “It’s already a fight to the death. Then today, the Nash Kingdom should be wiped out!”
This race’s talent was too formidable. Leaving behind any spark of them could threaten humanity’s existence in the future.
After all, the enmity of national annihilation and racial extinction ran bone-deep.
Today, this place must be utterly destroyed, not a single one left behind!
With the Burial Master holding off Prince Anrit, no one in the entire Nash Kingdom could now stop Zhang Yi and his two companions.
Zhang Yi acted first. “Each of us takes a portion of the area and starts slaughtering the Three-Eyed Tribe! As for how much you can harvest, that depends on your own skill!”
Though he said that, he didn’t move himself.
He only needed to stay high up in the sky.
So he had Huahua take Liang Yue, Uncle Yu, Fatty Xu, and the others, along with Chodak and the Pagyi family’s private soldiers, to begin sweeping through the Nash Kingdom.
Lancelot and Gao Changkong exchanged a glance. For now, this was the only thing they could do besides this.
Although their gains from the Demon Kingdom expedition were considerable, not obtaining the Rite Spirit still left them disappointed.
But if they could get some historical records of the Three-Eyed Tribe, that would still have research value.
Each side took their own subordinates and began sweeping through the Nash Kingdom.
The most important rule was: not a single Three-Eyed Tribe member left alive!
