Translator: CKtalon Editor: CKtalon
The yellow-robed monk’s hex art was famous in the Three Realms. It was named the ‘Nails On The Head, Seven Swords.’ It was a mystic art whose name could change the look on any cultivator’s face in the Three Realms. It was considered the strongest hex art in all of the Three Realms. Although it was said that the Magi were good at hex curses, everything they had was still inferior to this mystic art.
Even the book that contained this mystic art, the Nails On The Head, Seven Swords Book, could be used to curse mighty figures to death!
With the him being the creator of the mystic art, he obviously used it to its full potential.
However, the hexing curse was not omnipotent. If it was used against the Daoist Three Pure Ones or the Buddhist Ancestor Gautama, the effect would be like a breeze gently caressing them carrying no threat whatsoever! To use it against one of the strongest perfected Great Dao existences, Mighty God Hou Yi, even he had to choose a critical moment to deliver the blow.
“Zhurong!” Hou Yi was burning his Dharmic powers a second time, his body and mind as one as he locked onto the escaping Zhurong.
He was giving his all for this one arrow strike.
It needed him to burn his Dharmic powers and also focus fully.
At that moment, the only thing on his mind was his bow and arrow, as well as his enemy!
At that moment, no perfected Great Dao existence in the Three Realms would dare provoke Hou Yi. If they did, Hou Yi might end up delivering the blow to the offender instead of Zhurong. That feeling would definitely be a nasty one.
But at that critical juncture, invisible forces descended upon him—
“Ah!”
The hexing curse came out of nowhere.
Hou Yi could not help but clench his chest and grunt in pain. He felt as though his heart was being torn apart as his Essence Soul suffered a fervent blow.
“Pfft.” Hou Yi spat out a mouthful of blood as the color in his face drained. His Essence Soul began trembling until cracks appeared in them.
If he was in his usual state, with his Dharmic powers stable and Essence Soul sound, he could instantly resist a hexing curse. However, having burned his Dharmic powers to deliver his first blow, he was drained of a considerable amount of Dharmic powers. His second blow required his body and mind to be one. Being only focused on Zhurong and being completely unprepared, the hex delivered maximum impact.
“Lu Ya!” Hou Yi let out an angrily bellow. He did not need to think to know that Lu Ya was the perpetrator of the sneak attack.
Apart from Lu Ya, no one had a hexing curse that could harm him.
Due to Lu Ya’s sneak attack, Hou Yi was unable to complete his second strike, allowing Zhurong to take the opportunity to escape.
“Hahaha, to think that someone is still helping me.” When Zhurong felt that Hou Yi’s lockdown on space-time had relaxed, he immediately traversed space-time and escaped to another Great World. Only then did he turn back to look at the distant Effulgent Great World. “However, who is this Lu Ya? Why have I never heard of him? From the looks of it, I’ve been imprisoned for too long. There has been too many changes to the Three Realms. One expert after another keeps appearing. At the very least, the one with the bow and arrow is in no way inferior to me in strength. He is possibly even stronger than me.”
Zhurong instantly felt mixed emotions.
He once reigned supreme, but now, he was dumbfounded from an arrow strike moments after he was released! It made him realize that the times had changed.
…
“Lu Ya!” While Hou Yi released his angry bellow, his eyes emitted a golden glow as an invisible wave swept in every direction, instantly allowing him to lock onto the yellow-robed monk in the desolate plains far off.
“Lu Ya?” Far above on the clouds, Guangchengzi and Old Mother of Blackfoal Mountain had also discovered the monk.
Being the focus of attention, the monk was naturally exposed.
Qin Yun and Yang Jian also noticed him.
“It’s him?” Qin Yun’s heart stirred. “He was the one who opened Mt. Three Blades’ entrance. Following that, he vanished. Why did he open Mt. Three Blades? Was it to release Zhurong? Now, he has dealt a blow to Hou Yi… What scheme is this Daoist Lu Ya up to?”
Daoist Lu Ya was a very mysterious person.
All Three Realms experts would quiver in fear when they heard his name since the person best at delivering sneak attacks in the Three Realms was none other than Daoist Lu Ya.
“Even Zen Master Ravennest has appeared. From the looks of it, despite becoming a Buddhist so many years ago, he is unable to resolve the hatred in him.” A Buddha that emitted limitless brilliance looked from afar as he sighed lightly.
…
The moment the monk delivered his attack, it instantly caught the attention of various factions.
However, he remained staring at Hou Yi, thinking nothing of the dissipating puppet in his hand. Even though he had chosen a rare opportunity, to actually curse Hou Yi to death? That would be a fool’s wish! It was already good enough to severely injure him.
He flipped his hand and produced a red calabash which floated in midair.
He stared intently at Hou Yi as he bowed at the red calabash. “May the Treasure Appear!”
A bright, white light appeared at the calabash’s mouth. Within it was a small person with facial features and wings.
Shoo!
With a flash—
The white beam of light had appeared in front of Hou Yi.
It was too fast!
“Immortal Slaying Flying Saber!” Qin Yun, Yang Jian, Guangchengzi, and Old Mother of Blackfoal Mountain all recognized it.
The Connate Cardinal treasure, Immortal Slaying Flying Saber, was extremely fast and unpredictable.
The moment it was released, it would definitely hit its target!
Hou Yi’s bow was open and aboveboard, domineering and powerful. It was the most terrifying attack among perfected Great Dao existences which reached the might of the Heavenly Dao realm. The Immortal Slaying Flying Saber was naturally slightly weaker, but more unpredictable and sinister.
“Oh?”
The white beam of light was just too fast.
Hou Yi did not have the time to string his bow. All he could do was throw out the longbow in his hand, smashing it right at the white beam of light, tearing apart space in the process.
However, the white beam scattered upon impact into a set of tiny white beams. Instantly, they penetrated Hou Yi’s body and drilled down into his Essence Soul. The many cracks in his Essence Soul momentarily made Hou Yi feel faint.
“Lu Ya.” Hou Yi was even more enraged.
He would not have any fear if the Immortal Slaying Flying Saber had sneaked up on him on a normal day.
However, after being greatly weakened due to the heavy damage inflicted by the hex, he was now faced with the Immortal Slaying Flying Saber’s blow. His injuries only worsened, but for one who cultivated to his present realm, death did not come easily.
“Hou Yi, you won’t escape.” The monk flicked his sleeve as his gigantic yellow robe covered an area, sealing off space-time within.
Hou Yi was unable to repress his injuries as he coughed out blood again. He did not hesitate to wave his bow and with a boom, he blasted open a deep spatial passageway. Even the yellow robe that sealed off the area could not stop him. Hou Yi immediately took a step forward and escaped. His archery skills had reached the half-step Heavenly Dao realm, and his grasp of space-time was extremely brilliant. At the very least, Zhurong or Lu Ya were inferior to him.
The monk was unable to stop him from fleeing at the critical moment.
“He escaped?” The monk was stunned.
“After so many years of planning, he was still able to tear through my seals despite me delivering two sneak attacks one after another?” He was in disbelief.
If he had started off with a seal, Hou Yi might have very well shot him with an arrow!
Therefore, he had to seek the appropriate opportunity to deal the sneak attack, delivering one blow after another. He believed that it was possible to kill Hou Yi with his scheme, and even if Hou Yi did not perish, it would be unlikely Hou Yi could tear open his seal. He was at full strength and completely prepared while Hou Yi was severely injured and nearing death… Hou Yi would only have died if lives were put on the line.
However—
Hou Yi was still able to escape despite his heavy injuries!
The plan he had been preparing for after all these years was for naught.
Was there anyone left in the Three Realms who was like Zhurong—someone who Hou Yi hated enough to burn his Dharmic powers to deal with?
With this missed opportunity, how much longer did he have to wait?
“Hou Yi! Hou Yi!” The monk roared into the sky, his voice filled with hatred and indignation.
“Pfft!”
The anger got to him as he spewed a mouthful of blood.
He was disgruntled that the plot he had been planning for years failed.
“I will kill you one day. Definitely. I will exact revenge on my nine elder brothers!” the monk muttered before taking a step and vanishing from the Effulgent Great World.
