Chapter 0125

Chapter 125: To the Glorious

People all around could not believe their ears. Zhao Wu Tian was a villain. How could he give the “Yin Yang Dao Physique” to the Guest Elder? It felt wrong in every way.

Zhao Wu Tian put on a sincere face and said: “I really mean it. Among everyone here, only you are fit to be my opponent. When I become the most perfect lifeform, I will need a strong witness. I hope that person is you.”

He wore a wistful air, like a sad poet.

Zhou Tong, however, sneered inside. [That Mystic Ice is already melting. Once it is exposed to the air, whoever touches it first will be invaded by Chaotic Baleful Qi. This is a timed bomb.] The other man sang a pretty tune, but he was setting a trap to wipe Zhou Tong out.

It was useless. Zhou Tong did not fear Chaotic Baleful Qi at all. [I have at least nine ways to dissolve it. Nine ways.]

The empress warned with worry in her voice: “Guest Elder, be careful. This State Preceptor is always crafty. He must be plotting something.”

Zhao Wu Tian narrowed his eyes and tried to goad him as he said: “What is this? Would a strong person like the Guest Elder fear me?”

Zhou Tong was acting so well that, even now, Zhao Wu Tian still took him for a peerless powerhouse. He was sure Zhou Tong was at least a Saint, maybe above a Saint. So even though he “knew” Zhou Tong was sealed, he still did not dare act openly and could only play tricks in the dark.

Zhou Tong mocked him with a faint smile and said: “You think too highly of yourself. Hand it over. There has never been a gift I could not accept.”

Zhao Wu Tian cut a glance at the empress and said: “The Guest Elder is bold, much braver than some women.” Then he tossed the Mystic Ice.

Zhou Tong swept his sleeve and stowed it away at once.

Their eyes met across the gap. Each saw the delight of “success” in the other.

Zhao Wu Tian’s shoulders shook as he laughed to himself: “Hehehehe…”

Zhou Tong threw his head back and laughed as well: “Hahahahaha…”

Then Zhao Wu Tian dropped the act. He waved a hand and the great formation flared to life again, wildly draining the essence from low-level cultivators and pouring it into the ten blood slaves.

At once, the blood slaves’ auras surged and exploded skyward. They crushed the Half Saints on the human side.

The blood slaves roared. It was not a human sound. They crawled and darted through the air in strange postures, picked their targets, and began a bloody fight. With just one clash, the human Half Saints were battered and bleeding. The fight became one-sided. The enemy was too strong. At times even two Half Saints side by side could not hold off a single blood slave. The strongest, Qian Miao Yu, ended up besieged by three. She was not on the verge of defeat, but she could not spare strength to help anyone else.

Seeing this, even Zhou Tong frowned. It looked troublesome.

Zhao Wu Tian called up, relaxed and sure of victory: “Guest Elder, give up. There are still thirty minutes until the hour is up. You will not last to the moment your strength returns.”

Zhou Tong replied with calm ease: “Oh? Did you really think I would not plan for this?”

A talisman slipped between his fingers. The power inside it felt even greater than Number Ninety-One.

Zhao Wu Tian’s eyes widened as a bad feeling rose in his heart. Down below, You Jing Feng stared with open delight and whispered, almost breathless: “There is an even stronger Talisman.”

He could not help his desire.

Zhou Tong spoke clearly and flung the slip: “Talisman Ninety-Two: To the Glorious!”

Zhao Wu Tian grew tense at once and braced to defend with all his strength. But in the next instant, the talisman arced back and affixed itself to Zhou Tong.

At once, a soft, profound light flowed out from him. It spread across heaven and earth, filling the world and falling on every person present.

Bathed in this glow, even low-level fighters were protected and no longer suffered the draining pull of the formation.

Zhou Tong’s voice rang out, warm and steady, lowering people’s guards as he said: “Everyone, please raise your hands and lend me a little of your power.”

Many answered at once: “Since a Saint asks, we will do our part, for the sake of wiping out the demonic path.” Tens of thousands of low-level cultivators did not hesitate. They raised their hands, and points of light left their palms and streamed into Zhou Tong. Then other experts followed their example. Finally, even the Half Saints joined in. Zhou Tong’s whole body shone, brilliant but not blinding, and his aura rose in a heartbeat to a fearsome height.

Tang Qi watched from below and almost went mad with jealousy. In his mind, he should have been the one in the spotlight. Twisted by his feelings, he shouted: “Do not be fooled. Him taking our strength is no different from that demon. We cannot let him succeed!”

He earned only a sea of looks that treated him like a fool.

Mo Liu Su staggered to her feet and said to back him up: “Little Qi is right. Faces can lie. Who knows why he is gathering strength. My disciples are not allowed to give the Guest Elder anything.”

But Chen Ling’er and Lian Han Xing treated her order like wind. Both raised their hands at once.

Mo Liu Su roared: “Rebels, do you want to die?”

You Jing Feng shouted at her like thunder: “Get out of the way!” The sound struck her like a bolt. She screamed, tumbled through the air, and hit the ground weak and gasping.

The old man gazed up at the sky with shining eyes and said with true envy: “What a wondrous Talisman art.”

A thought struck him. He looked to the little demoness and asked: “Cang Yue girl, I heard from Xiao Ye Lan that you also learned this kind of Talisman art. Is that true?”

The little demoness nodded and answered without blinking: “Yes. Zhou Tong taught me himself.”

The old man rubbed his hands in excitement, forgetting the bearing of a Saint entirely as he started to ask: “Girl, do you think you could…”

She cut him off at once and said: “I am just a little girl who does not understand much. If you have questions, go ask Zhou Tong. His stand is my stand.”

The old man let out a long sigh. [She is as sharp as ever. My tricks will not work.]

Booming light rushed back to a point, then poured into Zhou Tong, pushing his aura to the peak.

Zhou Tong looked down at his palm with a small, knowing smile and said: “This power… it should be about one ten-thousandth of my peak.”

His eyes flashed open, keen as swords, and he fixed them forward like blades.