Chapter 144: Does it belong to the Xianzhou of the Sea God Poseidon?
〜Record of Ragnarok World〜
"High Elder Vidyadhara… Imbibitor Lunae? Where did this trash come from?"
Poseidon, awakened by the roaring, overlapping waves on the light screen, heard Blade's "enthusiastic" introduction the moment he opened his eyes. Still groggy from sleep, he vaguely thought Imbibitor Lunae was a god from some mysterious eastern nation and instinctively snorted in disdain.
But soon, he sensed the strange atmosphere around him: his usually arrogant brother, Hades, the King of the Underworld, sat ramrod straight, silent, with an expression of shock he hadn't shown in millennia. In stark contrast to the noisy tide, the gods' lounge had fallen into a deathly silence.
They were all captivated by one person.
What were they looking at?
Poseidon curiously raised his head, but in the next second, his gaze intersected with the High Elder of Vidyadhara in the sky—
The High Elder of Vidyadhara slightly turned his head, a hint of ancient sea indigo flashing in his eyes. His blazing gaze almost pierced through the light screen, directly meeting the gods' eyes.
Feeling that world-defying aura and the chilling coldness in his eyes… Poseidon instinctively swallowed.
This is the High Elder of Vidyadhara, the "Sea God" of another world? He shouldn't… be able to see me, right? —Poseidon suddenly had a strange feeling. It was as if avoiding his gaze would avert a battle. For thousands of years, as the Sea God, this was the first time he felt a hint of relief at "not having to fight this person in the sea."
He didn't even realize that the High Elder of Vidyadhara had only shown one look, yet he subconsciously summoned his trident, gripping it tightly, reflexively assuming a battle stance.
"Tsk tsk, all bark and no bite."
Shaka floated past Poseidon, letting out a slightly contemptuous sneer.
Although Poseidon understood every word he said, as a Western god, he was completely ignorant of the idioms of the mysterious Eastern nation. He coldly questioned,
"Hey, what do you mean by that?"
Shaka turned with a smile, extended two thumbs, and wiggled them in front of his glasses:
"Don't misunderstand, I mean… the Sea God is awesome."
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〜Journey To The West World〜
Meanwhile, in the underwater purgatory—
Ao Qin, the Dragon King of the South Sea, had his eyes practically popping out.
"Ah, this…"
The atmosphere instantly became a little awkward.
Ao Shun, who had just insisted Dan Heng couldn't be the High Elder of Vidyadhara, felt the slap in the face come so swiftly. One moment, he was swearing an oath; the next, the tables had turned.
The key was that, as fellow dragons, even across the light screen, they could feel Dan Heng's surging power at this moment.
Forget about their Four Sea Dragon Kings fighting together and losing; just this gaze alone felt like even if the Heavenly Court dispatched a hundred thousand heavenly soldiers, they couldn't stop him… With this power, why would the Heavenly Court not be destroyed?
"Hahaha! This is the posture a High Elder of Vidyadhara should have, the power a High Elder of Vidyadhara should wield!"
Seeing this grand spectacle, Ao Guang was overjoyed. Although he knew Dan Heng was far away from them, seeing a powerful counterpart from another world, he couldn't suppress the joy in his heart.
"Indeed, even in another world, our Dragon Clan is strong! Hahaha—!"
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「 "Heh heh, little brat, do you think Stellaron Hunters are the only ones who infiltrated the Xianzhou?" Blade sneered at Yanqing.
"Ugh!" Yanqing gritted his teeth, and immediately six flying swords shot out from behind him, filling the sky with frost and snow: "In that case, I'll just have to take both you and him down and hand you over to the General for judgment!"
"I've heard of your ill repute, Imbibitor Lunae. I didn't expect that besides the Stellaron Hunters, another major criminal would infiltrate the Xianzhou…"
"...I have no interest in stoking conflict. I came to the Xianzhou only to confirm my friend's safety." Dan Heng calmly wielded the black and white orb in his hand. As the luster on the precious orb reversed, the waters of the Scalegorge Waterscape seemed to come alive, driven freely by Dan Heng, easily blocking Yanqing's flying swords.
That was the High-Elder relic, and also the symbol of the High Elder of Vidyadhara's identity—the Reverent Dream(Orb of Abysm).
"Mere sophistry. Save your excuses for the Shackling Prison!" Yanqing had no intention of listening to him, only relentlessly driving his flying swords to attack.
Yanqing's stubbornness also annoyed Dan Heng a little: "…Out of the way!"
"Very good, very good, just like that!" Blade smiled meaningfully, "Imbibitor Lunae, you probably won't see your friends again… they're currently in a tough fight."
"Shut up, you won't leave either!" Yanqing hooked a finger, and a flying sword stabbed at Blade from an extremely tricky angle, interrupting his verbal interference.
"...Is that so? Let's heat things up then. Kafka!" Blade also got excited.
"Mm, Bladie, listen to me: Unleash the mara.." Kafka's voice seemed to activate some deadly switch. Blade drew his hand across his Shard Sword, and blood immediately merged into the blade.
"Then, let's begin!" Blade's eyes flashed with madness, "Death… Sentence—!"
With one slash, as if countless spider lilies danced in the sky, Yanqing's myriad sword qi, like shooting stars chasing the moon, was swept away by Blade in an instant. 」
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〜The Outcast World〜
Not Express Delivery Staff Dormitory—
"Whoa, this guy, he's brave, huh? This fighting style is suicidal."
Wang Ye and Zhang Chulan were each holding a bowl of Master Kang Braised Beef Noodles, slurping noodles while observing the sky screen, thoroughly enjoying themselves.
"His Mara-Struck…"
Little Uncle on the side frowned. When he and Senior Lu dealt with the Four Maniacs of Quanzhen Sect on Longhu Mountain, they had also fallen into their trap. If he had given up guarding the Liver Meridian of Foot Jueyin and the Heart Meridian of Hand Shaoyin at that time, he probably would have quickly fallen into madness and cultivated inner demons.
Kafka's words were more like a convenient switch, allowing Blade to abandon the two meridians at any time and anywhere, falling into Mara-Struck, letting extreme madness and violence dominate his body and mind.
But in this situation, it's easiest to get injured, so wouldn't he…
Little Uncle was wondering when he suddenly saw the few sword wounds on Blade's body in the light screen rapidly healing, his blood and flesh quickly replenishing, giving him almost inexhaustible strength.
"This…"
No matter how many times he saw it, Zhang Lingyu still found it ridiculous.
Zhang Chulan, however, had long accepted the Xianzhou people's outrageous physique and watched with great interest. Seeing Blade block Yanqing's stormy sword qi with one slash, he couldn't help but open his mouth wide:
"This… this can be done too?"
"Heh, what's this?"
Wang Ye pouted,
"You haven't seen my master—that is, Daoist Yunlong of Wudang. According to him… 'sword qi is nothing more than a kind of internal force.' Forget about sweeping it away with a sword, he can even catch it with his bare hands!"
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