Chapter 789
Chapter 789
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>Translator: Ryuma
>Chapter: 789
>Chapter Title: Rushou
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Chapter 789: Rushou
“Fire!!” With Li Huowang’s furious roar, raging flames swiftly ignited his entire body, as well as Peng Longteng beside him.
Surrounded by these bizarre figures, he charged toward the encirclement of the four with Peng Longteng in tow.
There were reinforcements outside. Li Huowang intended to link up with Abbot Chandu of Zhengde Temple—that would boost their chances of victory.
But the enemies clearly had no intention of letting him do so. The four fans in the air split apart simultaneously, descending from above as a rain of strikes hammered down on Li Huowang, extinguishing the blazing fire on his body.
Where fire met water, bursts of white steam erupted. The four slender figures carrying the urns of ashes seized the edges of the rising steam, yanking and flinging it outward. Instantly, a hazy mist blanketed everything around them.
In the fog, Li Huowang and Peng Longteng lost sight of their targets—they couldn’t even attack without knowing where to strike.
Chandu had vanished as well; they had no idea which way to head.
“Pfft!” A sharp halberd blade pierced Li Huowang’s body. With Peng Longteng’s arms exerting a sudden mighty force, he was hurled diagonally outward, attempting to escape this impenetrable white fog.
As Li Huowang flew through the mist for a moment before landing again, he caught a glimpse of a blurry red glow flashing in the fog. His senses went on high alert.
Li Huowang’s expression hardened. Without hesitation, his sword-holding right hand snapped up, thrusting toward that red light.
Amid two sickening squelches, the Purple Tassel Sword in Li Huowang’s hand plunged into Peng Longteng’s body just as her giant halberd stabbed into his chest.
The two, wreathed in flames, stared at each other in stunned surprise.
With a forceful swing, Peng Longteng flung Li Huowang off her halberd.
“What’s wrong with you? Weren’t you heading out the front just now? How’d you pop up behind me?”
Li Huowang clutched his chest and stood, eyeing the surrounding white fog uncertainly.
As if struck by a sudden realization, he jammed his sword into his mouth and pried. Li Huowang then spat his broken teeth forcefully into the mist.
Moments later, those shattered teeth flew back from behind, striking his back and sparking tiny fires.
“This fog is the problem!”
No sooner had Li Huowang spoken than the rain from above intensified, pounding relentlessly down onto him.
“What do we do? We’re trapped!”
Li Huowang shook his head vigorously.
“No worries—the longer we stall here, the better! Some of our guys have already snuck around to hit them from behind. They’ve lost this fight for sure!”
As he sensed strands of baleful aura seeping into his body, Li Huowang’s lips curled into an imperceptible cold smirk.
*They bought it!*
But at that moment, the mist to his left churned violently. A shadowy figure holding a tattered umbrella drifted sinisterly toward them.
“Who goes there?! State your name!!” Li Huowang bellowed as he stomped the ground and charged at the figure.
“Rushou.”
“Rushou.”
“Rushou.”
“Rushou.”
As four overlapping voices rang out from Li Huowang’s east, west, south, and north all at once, the single umbrella before him instantly became four. They stabbed viciously toward his flaming body from impossible angles.
“Swish!” With a fierce swing of the Spinebone Sword, a rift hurtled toward the four umbrellas.
The four umbrellas spun rapidly, flinging the rainwater on them skyward. When that water splashed onto the oncoming rift, it actually extinguished the flying tear in an instant.
“What the hell is this guy?” As Li Huowang watched the four tattered umbrellas hurtling toward him—eyes bulging from the holes in them—he unhesitatingly reached into his robes, drew his own rib bone, and jammed it hard into his chest.
Yet in the next instant, the four foes rushed right up to him unaffected, raising their umbrellas to smash down onto him.
Not only them—their shadows joined in, stabbing toward Li Huowang’s own shadow. At that moment, Peng Longteng’s towering figure suddenly appeared, blocking in front of him.
The next instant, the four umbrellas plunged straight into Peng Longteng’s body. With a twist and a snap of the ragged umbrellas, her flaming form was instantly torn into quarters, scattering in all directions.
Li Huowang stood rooted, coldly eyeing the four slender figures who had reassembled before him.
“No pain? You’re not alive.”
The four umbrella-bearers called Rushou showed no intention of answering. Their slender bodies’ robes trembled with their shaking, and Li Huowang even heard the sound of bone ash urns cracking from within those tattered umbrellas.
Rushou’s forms grew grotesquely distorted. Their lower bodies remained as slender as ever, but their upper halves began to swell grotesquely.
Just as it seemed they were about to unleash something vicious, the surrounding white fog suddenly thinned dramatically.
Soon, one of the “Buddhas” Li Huowang had seen at Zhengde Temple burrowed out from it, its body riddled with holes as it voraciously sucked the mist into its flesh.
“Namah Siddham~ Yimong Aliye~ Balujidi Shifolo Lengtuoba~” Overlapping chants of sutras resounded as a fleshly Guanyin statue with two faces and its body pierced by countless incense sticks squeezed through the gap.
On the two faces of that fleshly Guanyin, one belonged to Abbot Chandu, the other to the albino Abbot Xin Hui.
“Sabbapotha~ Namobaga~” The chants continued as Rushou’s bodies swelled further, sprouting all manner of malformed flesh that didn’t belong to them.
Li Huowang remembered—this time, he wasn’t fighting alone.
“That’s it—hold steady!!” Li Huowang stood firm, glaring death at the distant Rushou. Under his gaze, the foe’s increasingly deformed body began melting into sludge.
Just as it seemed Rushou’s form was about to collapse into an indescribable puddle under their pincer attack—
The four umbrellas above his head dropped down to shield in unison.
By the time the four umbrellas hit the ground, not a trace of Rushou remained.
As the thinning white fog around them gradually dissipated, Li Huowang found himself back on the baleful, blood-soaked battlefield.
“He ran?” Li Huowang snarled ferociously, scanning his surroundings.
“He won’t run. If the Faith Scripture can’t even hold this first must-contest point, they won’t hold all of Nanping next.”
No sooner had Chandu spoken than the ground began to tremble violently.
“What? Earthquake?” Li Huowang tensed up, staring intently at the ground to guard against a repeat trick.
At that moment, Li Sui’s twin pupils on the back of Li Huowang’s head widened in shock.
“Dad! Behind us! Water! So much water!”
When Li Huowang whipped around, a roiling surge of muddy water came barreling toward them like a yellow dragon, engulfing him entirely.
Soon, the raging river waters crashed in, sweeping away every soldier and Faith Scripture cultist locked in combat within the vast battlefield.
(End of chapter)