Daoism Revival System: Start with fighting against Debunker Streamer-Chapter 438 - 437: Demon Venerable Chong Lou, Qilin of the Demon Race, Quasi-Saints Join Forces
"Who dares to block my way, why not show yourself?"
The Great Ming King Peacock roared, his voice echoing through the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands.
It shook the starry sky and instilled fear in all beings.
As the saying goes, the fury of a common man splatters blood within ten steps, the wrath of a king leaves corpses over a thousand miles.
And the anger of a Quasi-Saint—
The heavens and earth must tremble for it!
The piercing light from the eyes of the Great Ming King Peacock, even a casual glance, was enough to shatter a star.
However.
She swept her furious gaze across the four directions, shouting indignantly.
But did not receive the slightest response.
Nor could she find any trace!
The opponent had concealed their presence with a secret technique!
"It’s undoubtedly a Quasi-Saint."
Golden Cicada spoke gravely, communicating with the Great Ming King Peacock through voice transmission.
"Not daring to show up, which Quasi-Saint could it be?"
The Great Ming King Peacock frowned, her eyes filled with confusion and immense anger.
"That’s not what’s important; what matters is that more than one Quasi-Saint wants to interfere!"
Golden Cicada stated.
His expression was solemn, his sharp gaze fixed on the north; the recent sound of a bell reminded him of a primordial treasure belonging to a Demon Race Saint.
"Perhaps we should leave now." Golden Cicada reluctantly but inevitably said.
"This battle has already alarmed various Quasi-Saints; there are many who want us dead." His tone was extremely grave.
The Great Ming King Peacock understood the oddity of the current situation, but with Sun Wukong gravely injured, missing this opportunity today—
It would truly be as difficult as reaching the heavens to kill him in the future.
And most crucially.
That Daoist was not dead.
It must be known that her initial intention for emerging this time was to avenge the Great Roc!
If she couldn’t kill Sun Wukong, so be it.
If she couldn’t deal with that Daoist either, she really couldn’t rest easy.
Thinking of this, the Great Ming King Peacock’s gaze swept around and quickly fell on Lin Heng at the edge of the battlefield.
"I will kill him first before leaving!"
The Great Ming King Peacock declared, and before Golden Cicada could dissuade her, her vivid tail feathers expanded in the starry sky.
Countless divine lights, like a shower of arrows, poured toward the distant Lin Heng.
The lock of a Quasi-Saint’s aura—
Made Lin Heng’s whole body bristle.
Fortunately, the colossal Sun Wukong stepped in front of him in a single bound.
"Roar!"
Sun Wukong roared, the surging airwaves halting the incoming divine light, then his colossal fist fell like a star, stopping each attack directed toward Lin Heng.
"Kill him, did you ask me, Old Sun?"
Sun Wukong shouted arrogantly.
Though he lost an arm, standing beneath the stars, he still exuded an invincible presence.
The Great Ming King Peacock was so furious her breathing turned heavy.
"Let’s go."
Golden Cicada had to urge again.
Just at this time.
Another figure hurried over, it was the Six-Eared Macaque.
His expression was anxious: "Hurry, multiple forces are targeting you!!"
After saying this, the Six-Eared Macaque turned into smoke on the spot.
Obviously, his true form didn’t dare to come to warn them, only using an outer body incarnation to deliver the message.
The Great Ming King Peacock’s expression changed slightly, and Golden Cicada also hastily said:
"Go!"
With that, Golden Cicada flapped his wings and was the first to head westward.
He was unsurprised by the Six-Eared Macaque’s warning.
Because the moment he stepped out of Western Heaven, Golden Cicada had instructed the Six-Eared Macaque to monitor the Quasi-Saints of various factions, to report any movement immediately.
The Golden Cicada was well aware.
After the Journey to the West Calamity, though the Buddha Country had grown rapidly, it had also become a thorn in the side of many other forces.
Ordinarily.
He wouldn’t emerge into the world.
Once he did—
The Quasi-Saints of other forces would surely make a move.
Golden Cicada was the first to leave the battlefield.
Seeing this, the Great Ming King Peacock, no matter how reluctant, dared not linger.
She flapped her wings, like a dazzling picture scroll, swiftly heading west through the starry sky.
Yet, before the two had gone far—
A black silhouette crashed down, blocking their path.
The figure was imposing, with Demon Race wings, a face that was both stern and sinister, enveloped in an incredibly terrifying demonic aura.
Ordinary people glancing once might lose their wits, instinctively falling to their knees.
"Outer Demon Race, Demon Venerable Chong Lou?!"
Golden Cicada’s face showed mild amazement, and the Great Ming King Peacock focused her gaze.
The man called Demon Venerable Chong Lou did not rush to respond to the two but addressed Sun Wukong in the distance:
"Sun Wukong, the chance for revenge is right before you, don’t miss it!"
Sun Wukong’s gaze became slightly intense, he plucked a strand of hair from his body and handed it to Lin Heng:
"Leave this place, hide carefully; if you encounter danger, use this hair, it contains my full-strength attack."
After saying this, he was about to leave.
Lin Heng expressed some concern: "The situation’s not right, you better come with me and find an opportunity for revenge later!"
He could sense—
That outside the battlefield, there might already be many hidden Quasi-Saint level beings.
No feelings or loyalties between Quasi-Saints.
All strive for the Saint’s seat.
Currently, that Demon is inviting Sun Wukong to join forces against Golden Cicada and the Great Ming King Peacock, but there might be others lurking, ready to attack Sun Wukong at any moment.
The situation was murky and unclear.
Lin Heng couldn’t help but worry.
And Sun Wukong was clearly aware of this too, yet he still shook his head and said:
"I, Old Sun, can’t not go."
"Otherwise, the ones surrounded later might be us."
Lin Heng was momentarily stunned, then thoughtfully nodded: "Then be careful!"
"Hmm."
Sun Wukong said, striding forward.
Each step he took, fissures appeared in the void.
And the arm he had lost previously due to the Five-Colored Divine Light was now rapidly regenerating, illuminating him like an unparalleled Demon King!
Lin Heng quickly retreated from the battlefield, using the technique of transforming into thousands among the myriad beings.
After dispersing to various places, his true form silently transformed into a new appearance using the Seventy-Two Transformations.
There was no choice.
Though today was a battlefield for Quasi-Saints—
There might still be people watching him.
He had to conceal his form.
Meanwhile, at the battlefield—
Golden Cicada’s face had turned exceedingly grim.
Ahead was the Demon Race’s Demon Venerable.
Behind was Sun Wukong.
In the four directions of the void, hidden Quasi-Saints were eyeing them covetously.
This situation left him no choice but to panic.
The Great Ming King Peacock, however, was more carefree, loudly saying:
"Is it just the two of you? Why don’t those gutter rats come out together?"
"You?"
This arrogant remark.
Made Golden Cicada’s already unsightly face even more displeased, as if he ate a dead rat.
He couldn’t help but curse inwardly.
Who gave her the confidence to be so cocky?
"Worthy of the Western Heaven Buddha Mother, such courage is admirable."
"Very well, in that case, I won’t hide anymore."
From the northern direction where the bell had previously rung, a Qilin stepped onto the battlefield, treading on cloud, a Demon Bell atop its head.
"Ancient Qilin Emperor?"
"You’re still alive?"
The Great Ming King Peacock was slightly surprised, recognizing the newcomer.
That was the last pure-blooded Qilin after the Dragon and Han Calamity, who later followed the legendary East Emperor Taiyi in the Demon Race Celestial Court, campaigning everywhere.
