The Prince Can Do Divination-Chapter 154 - 135: Upper Trigram of Good Fortune, Venerable Purple Fate Grid: Imperial Family
The might of his fists was unparalleled. He moved freely through the army’s formation, smashing the Blackgold Soldiers, men and horses alike, into bloody paste.
"Pathetic, pathetic! You’re all too weak!"
The Thick-Eyebrow Monk laughed with wild abandon.
"This Monk is incredibly strong. He must be at the Middle Fifth Grade."
The General beside the Eldest Princess commented gravely.
"Don’t worry about me. Go and deal with him. Otherwise, Great Yan will surely hold us accountable for this trip to the Imperial Capital."
Luo Qiufu knew full well that if their losses in soldiers and armaments were too great, it would inevitably incur the displeasure of the Great Yan Court.
That was an outcome she desperately wanted to avoid.
"Very well. Princess, please be careful."
The middle-aged, bearded General could only nod.
He was one of the Golden Crow Country’s few Eighth Realm Martial Artists and one of its Four Guardian Generals—the Grand General of the West. His mission was to protect the Princess and escort this shipment of armaments to Great Yan.
"He’s a Sea-Viewing Realm Martial Artist!"
The eight hundred Armored Warriors had broken formation. They stood warily, swords drawn, watching the brutish Monk. As he radiated Primordial Qi, his vitality surging like a dragon’s, fear crept into their hearts.
Though they were elite soldiers of the Mortal World, even with a Grandmaster overseeing them, they were no match for a Middle Fifth Grade Cultivator.
BOOM!
A middle-aged General took off his cloak and rolled his wrists, his calm gaze fixed on the brutish Monk before him.
He braced himself, gathering all his focus for the confrontation.
"Now this is interesting."
The Thick-Eyebrow Monk chuckled, feeling completely at ease.
’So there’s a Middle Fifth-Grade Martial Artist in the Eldest Princess’s party. I’m not surprised, it just makes the plan a little trickier.’
’Ever since I broke through to the Sea-Viewing Realm, I haven’t fought another Cultivator at the same level, let alone a Sea-Viewing Realm Martial Artist.’
’This is a good chance to warm up.’
’It’s a shame I can’t use a saber, though.’
"Who are you? Why do you move against my Golden Crow Country? Do you not fear the wrath of the Great Yan Court?" the middle-aged General demanded coldly.
The Thick-Eyebrow Monk had no patience for chitchat and simply threw a punch.
"Enough with the nonsense! Eat my fist!" 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚
His perfected Buddhist Martial Art, the Daluo Prajna Fist, unleashed a spectral Arhat wreathed in Buddha’s Light that smashed toward the middle-aged General.
The erupting Fist Gang tore through the broken armor and shields before it with irresistible force. The ground caved in over a hundred-meter radius, leaving a deep crater.
Though the middle-aged General had been prepared, he was still astonished by his opponent’s power. The force of the single punch sent a shock through his arm, leaving it sore and numb.
Lu Mingyuan was very satisfied with his clone’s strength. Against a Sea-Viewing Realm Martial Artist, if not completely overwhelming him, he could at least gain a slight advantage. After all, the vitality it consumed was the very essence of his main body’s Primordial Qi.
It had been a long time since he’d had such a thoroughly satisfying fight, not since his Cultivation had last advanced.
[Azure Destiny - Martial Venerable, Refinement Level has reached 40%.]
[Life Chart Trait Unlocked - Venerable (Basic Level)]
[Venerable (Basic Level): I am the Venerable of the Martial Dao; all who see me must bow. When fighting a Martial Artist of the same realm, your Strength, Primordial Qi, and Momentum will slightly increase over the duration of the battle.]
’What a trait, this "Venerable"!’
Lu Mingyuan’s spirit soared. ’This trait came at the perfect time,’ he thought.
The Thick-Eyebrow Monk’s momentum was overwhelming. One punch followed another in quick succession. It was as if dragons and tigers roared within his Flesh Body, his very blood boiling with power.
The middle-aged General could only brace himself and defend. His cyan Gang Qi coalesced into armor as a thousand of his Acupoints activated, forming a great bell that enveloped his Flesh Body.
After defending passively for a short while, the Sea-Viewing Realm General quickly realized something was wrong.
The Thick-Eyebrow Monk’s power was growing stronger and stronger, showing no sign of weakening.
His vitality and Primordial Qi seemed endless.
"What’s the fun in only defending?!"
The Thick-Eyebrow Monk sneered and pressed his palms together. Golden Light surged around him, his Fist Intent swelling like a tidal wave. His thick, powerful arms seemed to merge with a colossal Zen shadow that materialized behind him. An aura powerful enough to swallow mountains and rivers erupted from his body as his muscles bulged, shredding his clothes to reveal a sinewy physique. He looked like a living, breathing Furious Vajra.
This terrifying power instantly and utterly crushed the Sea-Viewing Realm General’s momentum.
PTHOO!
Overwhelmed by this sheer force of will, the middle-aged General felt a foreign Qi Force invade his body. He spat out a mouthful of fresh blood as more trickled from the corners of his eyes.
With a savage grin, the Thick-Eyebrow Monk charged toward the Eldest Princess’s carriage at the center of the formation.
"The Princess Jinwu, is it? Let this humble monk see what you look like!"
Luo Qiufu stared into the air, her face drained of color. She had never imagined this Monk could be so powerful.
Not even General Yun could subdue him.
’So, who exactly is behind this attack?’
"Your Highness!"
The Golden Crow soldiers’ eyes blazed with fury. They charged forward wave after wave, trying to stop the Thick-Eyebrow Monk, but it was futile. They were instantly sent flying by his Fist Gang.
In her desperation, Luo Qiufu tried to summon her Immortal Sword to defend herself.
But she was too weak. Her vitality was dangerously low, her face was ashen, and her long hair fell like a waterfall of white jade. Her skin was as pale as a fine layer of wax.
The Immortal Sword wouldn’t respond to her call.
In her condition, to use the Immortal Sword again would be to drain her Essence Blood completely, a fate that would mean certain death and the scattering of her soul.
Just then, a powerful, resonant male voice rang out.
"Fiendish monk, your rampage ends here!"
A tall young man wearing a Bronze Tiger Mask appeared from the void above. With a heroic and fearless air, he brought his saber down in a heavy slash, cleaving into the Monk’s Fist Gang!
His aura erupted into a majestic Saber Qi that whistled through the air. The Saber Astral took the form of a roaring azure dragon, and a sudden hurricane kicked up, blocking the Thick-Eyebrow Monk and shielding the Princess behind him. The two powerful auras clashed relentlessly!
Luo Qiufu stared at the man’s dependable back, her eyelashes fluttering as she froze in a stunned daze.
At the same time, her long, slender fingers clenched into tight fists.
