Chapter 267: Heaven Round, Earth Square, Nine Articles of the Law!
The yellow paper umbrella in the old Daoist’s hand radiated a gentle light, shielding him from the whispers of evil spirits. Just moments ago, having fallen prey to Duku’s sneak attack, his aura was slightly diminished.
“Out of the Bare Body Sect’s Four Heavenly Kings, three of you came just to kill me. Truly, you’ve gone to great lengths!” the old Daoist said in a deep voice.
The old monk Duku smiled. “The Celestial Master’s fame shakes the world. Were it not for Sudu’s eccentric temperament, all four of us would be here now to send you on your journey.”
Lord Sudu[1] was a peculiar figure within the Bare Body Sect, who was neither fully righteous nor wholly evil. Several murderous demonic cultivators of the sect had died at his hands.
Of course, the reasons for their deaths were not “killing” or “practicing evil arts.” Rather, it might be because he stepped into a doorway with his left foot first, or because his accent was too thick. He was a troublesome man to both righteous and demonic sects alike.
“Someone once told me the Bare Body Sect’s dogs wouldn’t fight so clean, that they’d surely have a trick in reserve. I thought at least the previous generation of Heavenly Kings were men of some character, so this generation wouldn’t stoop too low... but I see I was wrong...” The old Daoist clicked his tongue.
Lord Gufeng’s expression darkened, and the eyes of Lord Corpse Matron burned with fury.
Only Duku remained calm, smiling faintly. “The Celestial Master’s words are as sharp as ever, like swords and sabers. Unfortunately, after today, I will have no more chances to hear such teachings.”
Three of the Kingdom of Qian’s great Demonic Dao powers, the three Heavenly Kings of the Bare Body Sect, encircled the old Daoist.
Lord Corpse Matron’s eyes gleamed sharply with a hint of anticipation in them. “If we kill the Celestial Master today, the Bare Body Sect’s name will resound across the world again!”
The old Daoist’s eyes widened, his beard and hair bristling. “Just you lot?!”
This old Daoist of Mount Longhu raised his hands and formed a stance. One hand thrust outward, while the other drew inward. In an instant, the snowstorm above whirled into a massive vortex, then plunged down.