Beginning with the Ubume Bird-Chapter 596 - 28: Ten Evils Great Body, Red-Hearted Roar
"The road is gone." Li Yan spread his hands, "You’re too late."
"You stuffed something in there," Wushan walked towards Li Yan.
"Nothing important."
Wushan kept moving forward.
Li Yan frowned, "Is that necessary?"
As soon as Li Yan finished speaking, the hands of Wushan in front of him were entangled with a silk-like, smooth colorful radiance; his entire being turned into a streak of light and dashed towards himself.
The streak of light broke through the water curtain, kicking up a large spray of water.
Their eight arms collided. Arms wrapped in lava-like, fiery red fists evaporated the scattered water vapor.
Wushan’s nose twitched slightly, a burning pain surged through his respiratory tract.
The mist was poisonous?
With a thought, he wrapped his head in a cobalt blue light only leaving a pair of sharp eyes exposed.
Dragon Mist and the colorful light wrestled around the two figures like an entangled eggshell.
Li Yan fixed his gaze on Wushan, "I don’t want to fight such an unreasonable fight."
Upon hearing these words, Wushan narrowed his eyes, and the colorful light suddenly exploded, completely submerging the Dragon Mist.
Taken aback, Li Yan instinctively pivoted on his right shoulder, his knuckles snapping against Wushan’s throat, while his own face took a heavy punch from Wushan, the immense impact forcing him to fly backward. He crashed into the ruins and rubble, silent for a while.
Wushan, who remained in place, turned red in the face.
Clutching his throat, it took Wushan quite some time to catch his breath.
He inhaled sharply and said with a sneer, "I heard you found a Mountain Spirit woman and have been living the sweet life. Are you so spoiled by good days that you’ve become stupid?"
As Wushan spoke, Li Yan’s cold, hard face from the time he hit him with a motorcycle came vividly to mind.
He spat on the ground, his eyes full of fiery anger.
"I’ll hit you just for hitting’s sake, who needs a reason?"
Li Yan awkwardly climbed out of the rubble, his clothes covered in mud and smoke marks. He spit out a mouthful of blood-stained saliva, laughed furiously, "You little bastard..."
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Everywhere the towering, black giant hand passed became rubble and ruins; it scooped up a huge section of the ground along with vegetation on it, a road and a small two-story building, as well as a cobblestone path leading to the entrance of the venue—all were crushed to dust in the grip of the giant hand.
A small figure escaped from between the fingers of the black giant hand and stood on the edge of the debris, looking up at the giant hand with an ugly expression.
"It’s been about four or five hours, right?" Pang Chunhao retracted the giant hand, "I reckon the Yan Zhao Club meeting has started."
According to Zhao Jianzhong, when the number of participants at the venue exceeds half, that is 251 people, the decision-making would start. Nearly five hours have passed, and those from the Peak of the Seven Palaces, on the same rank as Pang Chunhao and Yang Zheng, had mostly entered the venue long ago. Not to mention the first and second seats, even more than half the third and fourth seats have been taken.
Yang Zheng looked up at the sky, the oppressive clouds had just barely dispersed. He didn’t know whose trick had caused the deadly black rain just earlier.
In just five hours, the vast desolate city had been reshaped beyond recognition, with no intact buildings or roads visible anymore.
If you looked down from the sky, you’d see ashes from the flames, mud mires, wildly growing giant trees and vines, skyscrapers encased in ice, huge sinkholes, barren lands, and ugly ruins.
This was not the malicious work of any single person, but the inevitable severe consequence when hundreds of Yan Fu’s top ranks compete in the same arena.
Yang Zheng pulled out a Type 54 pistol from his waist, methodically loading bullets: "I can see now; you damn dog bastard are determined to oppose me today. In the new Yan Zhao Club meeting, there’s a seat for me without you."
"No,"
Pang Chunhao retorted, a profound and viscous darkness emanating from him, shooting up to the heavens, and a massive black visage that occupied half the sky lunged at Yang Zheng:
"It’s either me or you!"
Yang Zheng, fluid as drifting clouds and flowing water, drew his gun, aimed at the dark face in the sky, and resolutely pulled the trigger.
Boom!
A cavernous hole burst open, taking up half the face on the dark visage.
The bullet that shot from the seemingly ordinary muzzle possessed such terrifying power!
To conquer the artful with the artless, to subdue all things with one: the Zheng’s Dharma form—Red-Hearted Roar.
However, it was far from enough...
Just as the sky cleared slightly due to Li Yan dispersing the Force of Ten Thousand Aspects, it plunged once more into prolonged darkness.
"Nine Heads, Thousand Eyes, nine hundred and ninety hands, eight feet, carrying the sun and moon on the back, trampling the sea with feet, towering over the Mount Meru. Of the Buddhist Sect’s Six Realms, Asura..."
The richly black body, vast as a sea of clouds, countless pure black hands each performing the Karma Hand Seal: three lines of evil, six laxities, one root of goodness. In the end, all transformed into the purest evil karma, as the deep darkness surged in from the sky, from below, and from all directions.
Asura’s supreme Dharma form: Ten Evils Great Body.
In Yang Zheng’s eyes, there was no trace of light left, only solid black evil karma blanketing the sky. He held only a handgun, like a lone leaf adrift in a storm, poised to shatter at any moment.
Bang!
In the unending, ocean-like blackness, Yang Zheng’s bullet tore a colossal hole, revealing a hint of the sky’s true color, but it was immediately engulfed by the black hands.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
One giant hole after another pierced the black evil karma, only to be refilled again just as quickly.
"Thus have I heard. At one time, the Buddha dwelled in the city of Shravasti, in the Jeta Grove, in the Garden of Anathapindika. Then, the Buddha said to the elder Vasetthaka, ’I shall teach you the Dharma Gate of Differentiating Good and Evil Karmic Retributions. You should listen carefully and contemplate it.’
The chants, encircling from men and women, old and young, pricked Yang Zheng’s ears like needles. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚
"There are actions that cause living beings to experience life of short duration. There are actions that cause living beings to experience long life."
"There are actions that cause living beings to be prone to illness. There are actions that cause living beings to experience health."
"There are actions that cause living beings to be unattractive. There are actions that cause living beings to be attractive."
"You’re so annoying," Yang Zheng, unmoved by the chanting, stubbornly continued reloading, raising his arm, firing: "Can you shut up?"
Amidst the clear sound of metal striking stone, the chant continued endlessly:
"There are actions that cause living beings to exhaust their lifespan, yet their karma is inexhaustible. There are actions that cause living beings to exhaust their karma, yet their lifespan is inexhaustible."
"There are actions that cause living beings to exhaust both karma and life. There are actions that cause neither the karma nor life of beings to exhaust, and yet they can eradicate all afflictions."
Yang Zheng sighed and began to mutter to himself, "Who are our enemies, who are our friends, this question is of primary importance for the revolution. Our past struggles have achieved little, and the fundamental reason is that we have not been able to unite our real friends to attack our real enemies..."
Bang! Bang! Bang!
A gigantic hole burst through the black sea of karma, and before the darkness could close up, another larger hole alongside the smaller one exploded open.
"Their existence and development are subordinate to imperialism. These classes represent the most backward, the most reactionary production relations, and they obstruct the development of the productive forces..."
The gunshots persisted for a long time.
The viscous blackness flowed everywhere, as if it would never be exhausted, yet the bullets could still puncture patches of light, piece after piece of fractured sky linking together, until at last the entire sky was laid bare!
