Chapter 0133

Chapter 133: A Saint enters the game; who is the real master angler?

Under Zhao Wu Tian’s panicked gaze, Zhou Tong slowly lowered his thumb until it pressed the knuckle of his index finger, as if pushing an invisible button. He smiled and said, “Mind Bomb One: Soul-rending Boom.” It was a small trick he created in his No-Mind stage. There were three kinds of bombs in total, and with godlike mental power they often worked wonders.

Zhao Wu Tian’s eyes bulged. He felt something in his mind swelling fast, ready to rip his awareness apart. He growled, “Don’t even think about it!” and gathered all his mental force to block it. But how could he resist an Emperor Grade Spirit?

A thunderous crash burst inside his consciousness. Zhao Wu Tian grunted, his eyes thrust forward, blood leaking from his seven orifices, though his body showed no outward wounds. Those who understood knew his soul had taken a heavy blow, far worse than any damage to flesh.

He thrashed for a moment, then hung in the air like a dead fish, dazed and blank. In that state he was at his weakest, with no control over the Grand Array. Even a Life-and-Death stage cultivator could have ended him on the spot.

Zhou Tong did not rush to kill him. He seized the array’s authority at once, sat cross-legged in midair, and began refining the Grand Array completely. He knew the real battle was still ahead. If he gained full control of the Grand Array of Living Silence, even if a Devil King descended, that Devil King would suffer.

But just because he did not move did not mean others would hold back. Zhang Chu Qiao and Qian Miao Yu charged to grind Zhao Wu Tian to dust.

Zhou Tong suddenly opened his eyes and said, “Careful!” The sky split open without warning. A tide of demonic energy poured out, turning into a giant hand that covered the two women. The bright day went dark in an instant. People below felt a choking pressure and fear froze their faces. A Devil King had arrived.

A black figure squeezed out of the rift, like a violent sovereign looking down on lambs to be slaughtered. Some with weak hearts fainted on the spot, crushed by despair. “Out of the wolf’s mouth and into the tiger’s jaws. Is heaven really ending us?” Those still awake felt bitter. Facing a Devil King, they did not even have the courage to resist.

The Ninth Heavenly King spoke, his voice rolling with demonic mist: “Lowly humans, crawl at my feet.” He glanced aside at Zhao Wu Tian and curled his lip. With a flick of his hand, a force struck Zhao Wu Tian and snapped him awake.

Zhao Wu Tian’s face twisted as he blurted, “Ninth Heavenly King!” Before he could say more, a huge hand gripped his throat.

The Ninth Heavenly King said, “Ant, you carry the source aura of the Devil Race. You killed my subordinate.” His Saint pressure could split sky and earth. Even as a Half Saint, Zhao Wu Tian tasted death.

Zhao Wu Tian stammered, “Please let me explain. I had no choice!” He pointed at Zhou Tong and said, “He drove us into a corner. The Heavenly Devil Venerable was beaten down to one last breath. To live, I devoured the devil sovereign’s source. Otherwise, we would both have died.”

“Impossible,” said the Ninth Heavenly King as his Heavenly Eye opened. He swept a heavy gaze over Zhou Tong, then his face cooled. “You are lying. This brat has no such intense aura.”

“It is true,” said Zhao Wu Tian. “He is a real Saint, sealed by the Myriad Devil Soul Locking Skulls.”

The Ninth Heavenly King could no longer stay calm. He said, “Then kill him first.” Demonic energy surged and shaped into a Black Demon Dragon that shot toward Zhou Tong.

The crowd screamed. Zhou Tong was fully focused on refining the Grand Array. If that level of force struck him now, he might die on the spot. Qian Miao Yu and Zhang Chu Qiao burned their strength to block the Black Dragon, but the gap was too great. Even giving their all, they could not stop a serious strike from a Saint, and both suffered heavy inner injuries.

The Ninth Heavenly King laughed cruelly and said, “Be extinguished.” It looked like a human Saint would fall.

At that moment, an old voice cut across the battlefield. The timing felt so strange it was as if time itself had slipped. “It is that old master… such a strong presence. Could it be…” Expectation rose in the crowd as You Jing Feng finally acted.

You Jing Feng stepped in front of Zhou Tong, gripped a glowing slip, and said, “Five-Dragon Divine Talisman: the Dragon Appears in the Field.” He punched the Demon Dragon between the eyes. The demonic qi froze at once. What had been flowing power turned solid in a blink, like a work of glass, then shattered into countless glittering shards.

Mouths fell open. It was like a miracle. This was the Celestial Masters Clan’s supreme art, the Five-Dragon Divine Talisman, a ninth-level talisman secret with only one surviving manual. The five-move art included “the Dragon Appears in the Field,” a technique that turns the formless into form. It was made to counter attacks built from qi and energy.

Cheers erupted. “Another Saint! Our second human Saint is here!” Many felt the joy of surviving disaster. The old man had hidden very deep. Yet a new doubt rose: why had You Jing Feng waited so long, letting their hearts rise and fall?

Zhao Wu Tian turned pale with a chill of regret. If You Jing Feng had struck him at the start, he never would have lasted this long. Soon a frightening thought took root: maybe this old Saint had cast a long line to fish for big prey, waiting for a Devil King to descend so he could catch them all at once.

The Ninth Heavenly King seemed to think the same. He sat like a fisherman at ease, a playful smile on his face. Behind him, two more Devil Kings waited in reserve. To trap them all, humans would need at least three Saints. That was impossible. He came up with a clever idea: he would also fish. He would keep adding bait to draw out every human Saint, then wipe them all out in one battle.