Legend of the Great Sage (Chapter 601-Chapter 700)

Northmoon unfurled a pair of wings of wind and fire and shot off into the air with a trail of firelight.

At the same time, in the centre of the Asura Field, the black dragon had triumphed over its opponent, but it was also completely exhausted. Suddenly, a spirit turtle descended from above, giving off a great, overpowering will and suppressing the black dragon and crow at the same time.

“Who is it!?” Si Qing and Mo Yu were both overcome with surprise and rage.

“My two good grandsonnies, have you even forgotten the voice of your grandfather Northmoon?”

The spirit turtle suddenly spoke in human tongue; its voice was filled with complacence and mockery. In the blink of an eye, he had stolen control over the Asura realm, purging and ejecting Si Qing and Mo Yu’s powers.

Si Qing abruptly opened his eyes, only to see Jia Zhen and E Dan doing everything that they could to catch up to Northmoon. With a furious roar, he turned into a black dragon and chased after him.

In the Asura Field, Han Tieyi was about to challenge the Asura General again when the landscape around him changed, discovering that he was now mid-air. Down below was the commandery city of Ruyi. He had already left the Asura Field somehow.

Afterwards, he saw Hua Chengzan, Liu Zhangqing, and so on. They had all come out too. Li Qingshan was obviously among them. Everyone was stunned. Before they could even return to their senses, a black dragon whistled past them.

At the same time, a black figure had been ejected from the Asura Field too. It was Mo Yu. He let out a strange, furious, and shrill cry, turning into a clump of twisted darkness before vanishing on the spot. When he reappeared, he was already behind Northmoon. Black feathers fell down and enveloped him.

As Foundation Establishment cultivators, Liu Zhangqing and the others could not fall to their deaths at the very least. They each carried a few Qi Practitioners and descended from above. Before they had even touched the ground, the Golden Core cultivators surrounded them, asking about the situation regarding their disciples.

Before Hua Chengzan and the others could speak, a Foundation Establishment cultivator from a sect languished tearfully. “Sect maser, I’ve been useless. T- they’ve all died…”





Chapter 659: Swooping In | Legend of the Great Sage




The expressions of all the Golden Core cultivators changed drastically. One of them grabbed the cultivator by the collar. “What? Tell me clearly. What exactly happened?”

The other cultivators’ gazes towards Li Qingshan and the others became extremely hostile. Originally, they were already anticipating some losses in the competition this time, but they never expected it to almost be complete annihilation.

The Foundation Establishment trembled as he explained everything. The Golden Core cultivators all flew into a rage. Some of these dead disciples were like children to them, and some were actually children or descendants. They were extremely attached to them. These disciples were the foundations of their sect, yet they had all been sacrificed to refine the Asura Field, now all dead. They were overwhelmed with fury and hatred.

“Si Qing, this isn’t over until one of us is dead!”

On the Soaring Clouds terrace, Si Bao placed her hand on the railing and gazed at over a dozen streaks of light flying off into the horizon. She said, “How fast. This Northmoon sure is bold. Though, how is he going to escape from Mo Yu?” She never thought the competition would actually end so quickly.

Gu Yanying waved her folding fan gently and smiled. “It’s just a clone, so even if it’s killed, it doesn’t matter. Though, if he really does end up succeeding, Si Qing and the others are going to cry!”

Si Bao said with admiration, “Big sis, you anticipated this a long time ago, right?”

“How could I? That guy is very unpredictable.”

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Pitch-black feathers shot through the air as pitch-black streaks.

Northmoon refused to underestimate the abilities of this crown prince of daemons. With only a mirror clone, he was definitely not Mo Yu’s opponent. If Mo Yu caught him, Si Qing and the others would immediately arrive, and it would be even more difficult to escape.

He turned around, and with a flip of his hand, he raised the Asura Field that had shrunken to the size of an alms bowl high into the air. It erupted with a suction force, drawing in the black feathers like rocks sinking into the ocean.

He smiled. Apart from being able to summon asura, it was a great shield this time too. Not a single powerful attack could cause much harm at all if they were drawn into the Asura Field that spanned several hundred kilometers.

There were two daemons high in the air, one pursuing and one fleeing, moving like flashing lightning.

Failing with that attack, Mo Yu extended his ghastly-pale hand that resembled a corpse’s and reached towards Li Qingshan’s throat with a flash.

“Tremor!”

Li Qingshan launched a palm strike backwards, matching Mo Yu’s hand. He wanted to use the force to escape further away, but a powerful suction appeared from Mo Yu’s palm, keeping him firmly stuck. At the same time, the silent, cold power of death ebbed over, constantly eroding away his body. Wherever it reached, his body would immediately stiffen and grow numb.

In a single moment, he lost feeling in his entire arm. Even the colour of his skin had become a deathly grey. The power of this clone alone was nowhere near enough to oppose a Daemon Commander as powerful as Mo Yu. He could not even survive a single strike.

Whoosh!

Mo Yu suddenly unfurled a pair of pitch-black wings that enveloped Li Qingshan completely, forming a black sphere before beginning to twist, collapse, and shrink.

Jia Zhen waved his fan, and a bolt of scorching-white lightning hurtled towards Mo Yu. E Dan threw a punch, and the aura turned into a vicious wolf.

But at that exact moment, the black sphere had already shrunk to the size of a fist, vanishing with Northmoon and the Asura Field. The lightning and the wolf both missed.

“No!” Si Qing roared hysterically.

Five hundred kilometers away, a black speck appeared out of nowhere, turning into a black sphere. A pair of black wings unfurled. Mo Yu gripped Northmoon by the neck as he said sinisterly, “You will die!”



“Everyone will die, but not today!”

Northmoon’s face became a deathly grey, but it exhibited an extremely-resplendent smile.

Mo Yu suddenly noticed that something was amiss. When he checked Northmoon’s hands, they were already empty. The Asura Field had vanished. Afterwards, Northmoon’s figure began to ripple, gradually fading away.

As if someone had kicked up a wave on the mirror-like surface of a lake, the various images reflected in the lake immediately rippled apart. As the ripple settled, Northmoon had already vanished.

Mo Yu was stunned. His face that resembled a dead man’s suddenly began to twitch and twist violently. He had spent several days to invade the Asura Field, even going as far as to fall out with Si Qing, yet in the end, his mortal enemy, Northmon, had swooped in and taken advantage of him. Repressed anger smouldered inside him. Suddenly, he raised his head and let out a crow’s cry. All of the people and beasts that heard this caw on the ground below passed away immediately.

Having watched the Asura Field he had refined vanish right before his eyes, Si Qing felt like he had been struck over the head. He was so furious that he wanted to cough up blood. Overwhelming killing intent assaulted him from behind. He turned around, only to see over a dozen furious Golden Core cultivators rushing over in pursuit. They used their strongest killing move as soon as they struck, without holding back anymore at all.

“You bastard, die!”

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