Translator:EndlessFantasy TranslationEditor:EndlessFantasy Translation
Chu Li seemed to be lost in thought.
If he did not make a move now, King An might not be able to defend himself from Fa Xiang. Xu Ning would not be able to defend himself from Xing Ming as well. This little monk Xing Ming was extremely powerful, just like Fa Yuan. They were both geniuses and had learned about antique studies lost in history.
Lu Yurong did not look at the four men that were fighting. She only had her eyes on Chu Li, waiting to see what decision would he make.
Chu Li’s mind was whirring like lightning and flames. He was trying to predict what was going to happen next.
If he assisted the Tempest Temple, could they cripple King An’s Martial Art? If they crippled King An’s Martial Art, what then?
What would happen if he did not help the Tempest Temple?
What would assisting King An instead led to?
All these possibilities were revolving in his head. Another thought would emerge when the previous one had not yet been solved.
Lu Yurong’s mind was spinning as well. She was considering the best way to deal with the situation.
If she had helped the Tempest Temple and crippled King An, King Jing would have one less rival. That would be the best thing that could happen. If she let go of this chance, she had no clue when it would present itself again.
Chu Li’s presence was an uncertain factor. Would he help King An or the Tempest Temple?
Chu Li and King An were rivals. With how clever he was, it would be only a matter of time that he took King An down.
The timing to take down King An was a problem as well. If he dragged on any longer, it would be a disadvantage to King Jing. King An was not the only rival of King Jingthere were King Cheng and King Ping as well.
She continued to dwell, failing to make a choice. Chu Li was already one step ahead of her.
He called out in a deep voice, “Great Master Fa Xiang, I’m sorry, but I’ve certain responsibilities to carry out!”
As soon as he finished the sentence, he appeared next to Xing Ming in a flash. He pressed a palm forward and struck him in the chest.
There was a flash of purplish golden radiance on Xing Ming as he stumbled three steps back. His ugly face was as calm as before, devoid of any hint of rage or frustration.
Then, he stepped in front of Chu Li and pushed his palms forward so lightly that it felt like a lover’s caress.
Chu Li met him with both his palms.
“Bam!” Chu Li remained stationary, but Xing Ming stepped three steps back.
Xing Ming turned his head and looked at Fa Xiang.
Fa Xiang was handling King An with ease. He sighed helplessly when he saw that and nodded.
Xing Ming pressed his palms together in front of his chest. “Almsgiver Chu, Revered Sir Xu Ning, I apologize!”
As soon as he finished his words, a flash of purplish gold radiance zipped passed his face that was as solemn as a Buddhist statue. His surroundings lit up, so bright that no one could stare right at him. It was as if a stream light was shining upon him from the sky.
“Quick, stop him!” Xu Ning called out in a deep voice. He rushed towards Xing Ming quickly and struck with both of his palms.
Xing Ming did not move at all. He let Xu Ning strike him on the chest as many times as the other wished to, looking absolutely peaceful all the while. He peered at Xu Ning with a compassionate smile and waved a palm.
“Bam!” Xu Ning was flung out of the place.
Chu Li did not know whether he should help or not. He actually wanted to see if he could overpower the ultimate technique of the Tempest Temple he just witnessed.
He swung his fist at Xing Ming from afar.
“Bam!” The brilliance on Xing Ming quivered for a moment, but he remained standing steadily.
The attack was High Duke Lu’s fist technique. The fist was supposed to be as concrete as a rock.
Now that Xing Ming’s cultivation level had skyrocketed, the fist could not do him much damage anymore.
“Amitabha Buddha” Xing Ming chanted the Buddha’s name and took a step forward. Just like Chu Li’s Imminent Skyline, his skill could compress space as well. He appeared immediately behind King An and placed his right palm gently on King An.
“Bam!” Chu Li appeared behind King An and took the hit.
He was flung out of the way. A stream of blood spurted out from his mouth.
Xing Ming did not wait for Xu Ning. He placed his left palm gently on King An again.
King An spun around. Xing Ming followed the movement as if he was the king’s shadow. His left palm remained in the middle of his back.
“Bob!” It sounded like a rock creating ripples on the surface of the lake.
King An trembled and suddenly froze in his spot. Like a deflating ball, his body became short and fat. In the blink of an eye, his handsome face was restored.
“Ah!” King An’s face turned pale. His handsome face looked extremely fierce. Despair had swallowed him whole. He shouted like a mad man, “I’ll kill you!”
“Amitabha Buddha” Xing Ming pressed his palms together and chanted the Buddha’s name again. Then, he bowed at Chu Li and Xu Ning, picked up Fa Xiang and disappeared like a flash of light in front of everyone.
“Ah!” King An screamed into the sky as if he went insane. “I want to kill them!”
“Your Royal Highness” The corner of Xu Ning’s mouth was caked with blood. His expression was calm, though. He pressed his palms in front of his chest and remained motionless.
“I must destroy the Tempest Temple! I will destroy the Tempest Temple!” King An murmured. He then screamed into the sky furiously, “Ah!”
He took a knife from the weapon rack and swung it around.
There was blood on the corner of Chu Li’s mouth. He wore a bitter smile on his face.
He was indeed inferior to Xing Ming when he was using his secret skill. All he could defend himself with was the Heavenly Demonic Power.
Lu Yurong smiled subtly as she glanced at Chu Li.
She thought that Chu Li knew exactly what he was doing and was putting up a seamless show to convince others that he had already tried his best to stop them and even sustained a heavy injury in the process.
King An chopped down a few pots of flower, turned his head to glare at Chu Li. He sneered, “The one with the surname Chu, you finally got what you wanted, didn’t you?”
Chu Li smiled bitterly. “Your Highness, it’s my fault for being useless!”
“Useless?” King An clenched his teeth as he sneered. “Hah, I think you’re too useful!”
Chu Li lowered his head and remained silent.
Xu Ning wiped the blood away from the corner of his mouth. “Your Highness, Chief Chu really tried his best. What Xing Ming used was the secret skill of the Tempest Temple. Nobody who is below Enlightened Mastery can defeat it!”
“What secret skill?” King An asked coldly.
“The Dharma Illustrious.” Xu Ning answered.
King An clenched his teeth. “What kind of secret skill is that?”
Xu Ning explained, “The Dharma Illustrious uses the void to harness the power of the dharmic base. It’s too powerful for a human to bear.”
“Hmph, I see!” King An said through gritted teeth.
If Chu Li was the one he hated the most, then the Tempest Temple would come in second. How dare they crippled his Martial Art by force?
Xu Ning said, “It’s such a waste for Xing Ming. He had what it takes to be a genius. It’s just that after he had used the Dharma Illustrious, all his cultivation skills crippled. He’s now the same as you, Your Highness.”
“He deserves it!” King An sneered. “It’d be the best if he dies!”
Xu Ning shook his head. “When Xing Ming used the Dharma Illustrious, he became almost invincible. Even the Emperor might not be able to defeat him, let alone Head Chief Chu and me, so…”
“There’s no way to it even if my father came?” King An scoffed. “If that’s the case, the Tempest Temple must be invincible!”
“Not everyone is able to wield the Dharma Illustrious,” Xu Ning sighed. “You need to have the qualifications of becoming a deity. It’s indeed a pity for Xing Ming. If he didn’t use that technique, his achievements would’ve been limitless!”
“The Tempest Temple really look up to me, don’t they?” King An sneered.
He was a little delighted to see them paying such a high price just to cripple his Asura Power Technique. It seemed like the technique that he was cultivating had really frightened the Tempest Temple.
Suddenly, he turned and glared at Lu Yurong “Why’re you here?”
Lu Yurong smiled beautifully. “Congratulations, Your Highness!”
“How dare you!” King An screamed in fury. The veins on his face popped out. “The one with the surname Lu, beat it!”
“You’re now a useless person. I won’t bother talking to you!” Lu Yurong smiled lightly. She made a fist salute towards Chu Li. “Head Chief Chu, we’ll meet again!”
She left as she finished speaking.
Chu Li sighed to himself. Lu Yurong was going to get him in trouble again.
King An glared coldly at Chu Li.
Chu Li made a fist salute. “Your Royal Highness, I really can’t take this anymore. I need to be treated immediately. This palm energy from Xing Ming is too strange!”
Xu Ning said slowly, “You need to be careful, Head Chief Chu. This palm energy is not easily removed!”
“Thank you, Revered Sir. Your Royal Highness, I shall take my leave now.” He held onto his chest as he left slowly.