Chapter 94 Should Good People Be Held at Gunpoint?
Not until the trace of Sword Intent in the sky dissipated like smoke and clouds did the hearts of the onlookers slowly settle down.
Nezha kicked the broken body of Lan Yue on the ground; the corpse was already dry and desiccated, nearly half of it blasted apart, yet scarcely any blood flowed out. Instead, many spore-like dust particles were stirred up.
At this time, Master Wu Xiang put away his copper bowl and prayer beads, and slowly walked over. He lowered his eyes and ears, showing a face of compassion.
Previously, Bai Mushuang had used him as a punching bag for quite some time; if not for the fact that the Immovable Ming King Skill he practiced was indeed formidable, by now all his bones might have been crushed into dust. Yet, he was still here, chanting the Rebirth Mantra for the souls of these two.
However, this Rebirth Mantra was different from any Nezha had heard before. Scratching his head, Nezha asked, "Master truly has the heart of a bodhisattva, but whether it’s Lan Yue or Bai Mushuang, their Primordial Spirits are already turned to ashes, there’s no way for them to be reborn now, is there?"
Master Wu Xiang shook his head and sighed, "Young benefactor, your words miss the mark. A person’s existence is not just about the Primordial Spirit and the flesh."
Hearing this, Nezha was curious and wanted to ask more, but at that moment, Gu Jianqing got up from the ground, performed a bow, and said, "This trip owes much to Master Wu Xiang and junior brother Nezha’s assistance. Otherwise, all of us from Purple Dragon Island might have perished at the hands of this demon."
Nezha was not familiar with Gu Jianqing and, though still on guard, couldn’t help but think to himself that Gu Jianqing seemed to be a graceful gentleman; it would be best if a confrontation could be avoided on this occasion.
Yet no sooner had this thought arisen than Gu Jianqing looked up and threw a Qing Yu ring from his hand. In the air, it shone with divine brilliance, shooting straight for Nezha’s forehead.
Seeing someone who should have exhausted all his Primordial Qi now using a Magic Treasure, what kind of person he was, and how he had earlier feigned depletion of Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi, collapsing in advance – it was clear to anyone present who cared to think about it.