txolops Chapter 195 Divine Blessing Master: Was the other side prepared? There's a traitor in our clan!
Chapter 195 Divine Blessing Master: Was the other side prepared? There's a traitor in our clan!
Just as the two armies faced off with murderous intent, and the air seemed to freeze.
Amidst the vast army of Mulan mages opposite, a particularly dense area of spiritual light stirred. Then, three streaks of light rose slowly from it, flew out of the formation unhurriedly, and stopped in the open space between the two armies.
The light receded, revealing three figures.
The man in the center was a gaunt-faced, tall, and thin old man with droopy eyelids, but a glint of light occasionally flashed through his eyes. He was none other than the Blessing Master, one of the three great divine masters of Mulan.
The person on the left is unusually short in stature, but has a rather large head and an ancient and strange face. He is none other than Master Bi, who is famous for his body tempering and earth-based supernatural powers.
The man on the right is a middle-aged scholar dressed in a Confucian robe with a refined and slender face. He holds a jade-ribbed folding fan and is none other than Master Zhong, who once fought Lin Chuan at Huanglong Mountain.
The arrival of the three great masters of Mulan brought an invisible pressure that caused the aura of the Tiannan cultivators' formation to falter.
Almost simultaneously, in front of the Tiannan Grand Formation, three rainbows of different colors shot into the sky, streaking across the void and landing on the opposite side, dozens of feet away from the three great masters of Mulan.
As the rainbow light dissipated, the three great cultivators of Tiannan were revealed: the Righteous Path Supreme Yang Master, the Nine Kingdoms Alliance Wei Wuyai, and the Demonic Path Joyful Old Demon.
Six Nascent Soul stage cultivators, representing the highest combat power of both sides, faced off for the first time on this battlefield that would determine the fate of the two races.
An invisible aura collided between the six people, causing the air to emit a low hum, and even the sand and gravel below trembled slightly.
"Hmph, enough nonsense. As agreed, release our captured cultivators first before the duel can begin."
Master Zhiyang spoke first, his voice clear and melodious, yet carrying an undeniable air of authority.
The gaunt incantation priest slightly raised his eyelids, his hoarse voice like the scraping of metal:
"Alright. However, only half, five hundred people, can be released first. The rest will be released after the betting battle ends and the winner is determined. If you renege on your promise, these remaining people will be sacrificed to the flag."
"Half? Fellow Daoist, this is rather insincere!" Wei Wuyai frowned.
"Releasing prisoners is a gesture of goodwill on our part. If you, Tiannan, are not even willing to take this small risk, then there's no need for this wager; let's just start the war!" the dwarf Bi Shenshi said sinisterly, his tone forceful.
After a verbal exchange, it was ultimately Tiannan's side that was more eager to resolve the matter and did not want the talks to break down completely before the war even began.
Master Zhiyang exchanged a glance with Wei Wuyai and the Old Demon Hehuan, and finally nodded in agreement.
Soon, an opening appeared on the side and rear of the Mulan camp, and a group of ragged and exhausted Tiannan cultivators, escorted by mages, staggered out, numbering about five hundred.
Tiannan was prepared, and cultivators immediately flew forward to receive the tortured prisoners and bring them back to their base.
Upon seeing their fellow disciples and fellow cultivators return, a suppressed mix of sorrow and joy rippled through the Tiannan camp.
The process of releasing the prisoners, though somewhat bumpy, was eventually completed.
The tense atmosphere did not ease; instead, it became even more solemn, because what followed was the "Ten Battles," which would determine the huge stakes and the morale of both sides!
"Let the wager begin." Master Zhong gently waved his folding fan, his tone calm, but a barely perceptible urgency flashed in his eyes.
As he finished speaking, ten figures from each of the Tiannan and Mulan camps stepped out from the crowd, transforming into streaks of light and flying towards the area that had already been prepared between the two armies.
There, ten huge circular magic circles were already engraved on the ground. Each magic circle was shrouded in a circle of pale white spiritual light. This was the arena for the duel, which served both as an isolation and a protective barrier.
The ten people who flew out from Tiannan were none other than the previously agreed-upon lineup: Yunlu Old Demon of the Hehuan Sect, Shattered Soul True Person of the Ghost Spirit Sect, Dongmen Tu of the Yuling Sect, a white-clad woman with a cold face from the Righteous Alliance, and Han Li, totaling ten renowned Nascent Soul cultivators.
The lineup was truly impressive, prompting a low murmur from the Tiannan cultivators behind them, which boosted their morale slightly.
The ten people who flew out from Mulan's side made the Tiannan leadership feel a chill.
The ten people were all dressed in wide black robes, completely covered from head to toe, and their bodies were filled with a thick and cold demonic aura.
You could feel that eerie and violent aura from a great distance.
"There was definitely something wrong..."
Wei Wuyai's pupils contracted slightly, and he quickly exchanged a glance with the Supreme Yang Master and the Old Demon of Hehuan beside him.
Because of Lin Chuan's reminder a few days ago, they had already secretly increased their vigilance and used secret techniques to strengthen their investigation of the participants in the Mulan battle.
Upon closer inspection, they immediately noticed something amiss—these ten black-robed demonic cultivators, though possessing formidable demonic energy that had reached the Nascent Soul level, were exceptionally violent and unstable, like a volcano about to erupt. It was more likely due to the consumption of forbidden drugs like the "Returning Spirit Pill" to forcibly elevate their cultivation, leaving their foundations extremely weak.
The three had no more illusions; the Mulan people were indeed harboring evil intentions! (Cola Novel: This is where dreams begin, and where dreams come true.)
Because the ten people sent by Tiannan were also all "fakes"!
Yunlu the Old Demon and his group were currently hidden in the rear of the army, watching coldly from the sidelines.
Those ten people in the arena were merely disguises created by them using avatars that had been refined over many years, precious high-level avatar talismans, or carefully controlled puppets!
Normally, such disguise might fool those of the same level, but to remain undetected under the watchful eyes of the three great Mulan Divine Masters so close at hand is almost impossible.
However, Lin Chuan secretly helped them at this moment.
He hovered above his own camp, his expression calm, but his vast and terrifying divine sense, far surpassing that of ordinary late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators, had already silently spread out, like the most exquisite veil, gently enveloping the ten "participants" from Tiannan, perfectly concealing the extremely subtle discordant aspects of their appearance.
The subtle stiffness or traces of spiritual energy movement unique to avatars, talismans, and puppets are cleverly integrated into the fluctuations of one's own aura.
With the deliberate cooperation of the three cultivators and the incredible power of Lin Chuan's divine sense concealing their presence, the three divine masters of Mulan failed to detect anything amiss during their several clandestine investigations.
After all, they were more focused on their own unstable "suicide squads," fearing that Tiannan would notice something amiss.
"Now that both sides are in position and the bets have been verified, let's begin!"
The priest of Mulan seemed somewhat anxious, worried that delay might cause unforeseen changes, and immediately made a solemn announcement.
"Can."
Master Zhiyang nodded expressionlessly.
The two groups of twenty each flew toward a white light shield and stepped inside.
As the last person entered, the ten white light shields suddenly lit up, their radiance flowing as they completely sealed off, leaving only blurry figures visible from the outside.
The ten light shields are like ten independent arenas for life and death, with two people inside each shield.
A showdown involving enormous resources and the reputations of both sides is about to unfold.
However, the moment the light shield was completely sealed, a sudden change occurred!
Inside one of the light shields, the "Soul Shattering True Man" of the Ghost Spirit Sect had just made a starting gesture to unleash a magical weapon.
The black-robed cultivator opposite him suddenly experienced a surge of chilling demonic energy, which rose several feet in size, like boiling black oil, instantly transforming into countless pitch-black tentacles that danced wildly!
"roar--!"
The black-robed cultivator let out a beastly, inhuman roar, his pupils instantly turning a terrifying crimson, filled with pain and madness.
His black robe ripped open with a "rip" as his body expanded, revealing a body that swelled rapidly as if inflated, growing more than twice its original size in the blink of an eye, with dark blue veins bulging menacingly beneath his skin.
Then--
"Bang!!!!"
A muffled thud, not earth-shattering, but carrying the sickening sound of bones and flesh cracking.
The black-robed cultivator's entire body, along with the raging demonic energy within him, suddenly exploded! There was no expected booming sound of magical artifacts colliding, only a sky full of blood mist and shattered flesh, splattering like ink onto the inner wall of the white light barrier!
Even more bizarrely, these fleshy parts did not slide off; instead, they seemed to have a life of their own, rapidly wriggling, spreading, and merging on the light barrier!
In the blink of an eye, the entire white light shield turned into a nauseating blood-red shield, with blood mist swirling on its surface, constantly condensing into drops of viscous, dark red blood.
It exudes a strong stench of blood and an eerie fluctuation that confines the space.
Almost simultaneously, the exact same scene unfolded inside nine other white light shields!
Without exception, all ten black-robed "cultivators" instantly self-destructed, using their own flesh and blood and some kind of sinister secret technique to transform the ten light shields into ten incredibly sturdy and sinister "blood shields"!
Seeing this sudden yet expected scene, Wei Wuyai, Zhiyang Shangren, and Hehuan Laomo were initially startled, then a sense of relief and coldness welled up within them.
Sure enough!
Fortunately, Fellow Daoist Lin reminded them to make arrangements in advance; otherwise, their ten Nascent Soul main force members would already be trapped in this strange blood shield.
The consequences could be disastrous!
"Haha! The battle begins! You fools from Tiannan, you've fallen for their trap!"
Within Mulan's camp, the gaunt shaman, seeing this, revealed a smug grin of triumph and roared, "All troops, listen to my command! Target: the Tiannan cultivators! Kill them!"
"kill--!!!"
The long-prepared army of Mulan mages, like a flood bursting its banks, erupted with earth-shattering battle cries, and various colored spiritual lights shot into the sky, ready to launch a general offensive.