Legend of the Great Sage (Chapter 701-Chapter 833)

The spider lady urged, which earned the agreement of the many elders. They were all rather worried after the Myriad Poison Ancestor’s sudden departure.

“You can see us off for a great part of the journey, but we’ll still have to part at the end of the day. Please return, cave master Yu. We’ll definitely have another chance in the future!”

Qian Liangmu clasped his hands. He personally believed he was not as crude as these southern barbarians as he came from the royal clan. He would maintain his bearing as a prince at all times.

Yu Wufeng said nothing. Right now, they only stood a chance if all ten cave masters were present. He was about to retreat resolutely when a strange sound rang out in his ears.

It sounded like the cry of a dragon, striking fear into the soul and echoing through the clouds, yet also like buddhist chanting, righteous and conscientious, reaching all sentient creatures.

Even his soul began to shake when he heard it. Yu Wufeng immediately sealed off his sense of hearing, but it was useless. The sound grew louder and louder, boundless and omnipresent.

Since when did a technique like this exist in the south!?

Yu Wufeng gazed into the distance. The glow in the west was like fire. The sound originated from the rays upon rays of the setting sun. A speck of golden light flickered about like a brilliant star that had risen up from the incoming night, shining brighter and brighter, growing closer and closer.

“It’s her!”

“Who?” the spider lady blurted out.

If Yu Wufeng only felt shocked, then the followers of the Myriad Poison cult truly felt pressured. The green cloud that they rode on surged and fluctuated, showing signs of collapsing. It did not have a time as easy as when it devoured Yu Wufeng’s streak of light.

Xiao An was shrouded in rays from the setting sun, but even that was unable to drown out her golden glow. Her bluish-white robes surged as she flew towards the poison cloud. She opened her mouth slightly, unleashing the ultimate secret technique of the Chan Monastery of Deva-Nāga that even the Golden Cicada Spirit King wanted to learn, the Chant of Deva-Nāga!

Her dark eyes were still, seeing through the reality behind form and emptiness, comprehending the profound truths of buddhist dharma. She pushed this buddhist secret technique to the limit, but what she powered it with was the Path of White Bone and Great Beauty, created for destroying buddhism.

“It’s her!”

Qian Liangmu gazed into the distance and saw the beautiful face he could never forget. He struggled to believe that such a vast and mighty sound actually originated from the mouth of such a small woman.

He had learnt long ago that she was the Chan Monastery of Deva-Nāga’s most outstanding disciple across the past thousand years, yet she still came to the south with Li Qingshan regardless of all the risks and costs. Under the great reputation of the King of Savages, she had remained silent the entire time, accompanying him and serving as contrast for his splendour, which made people look down on her or even neglect her. After all, she had only undergone the second heavenly tribulation recently. Even if she was a genius, her strength must have been limited.

Only now did it dawn on him that she was actually so powerful. She did not seem meek and compliant at all like when she was beside him. She actually overwhelmed them all in terms of aura.

“So she’s that Xiao An or whatever beside Li Qingshan! She’s come just in time! I’ll capture her and seek reward from master!”

The centipede man pursed his lips excitedly. Her beauty was virtually unheard of. Perhaps he could even get a taste of it for himself.

“Kill that bitch!” the spider lady called out enviously.

“Fucking idiots!” Qian Liangmu could no longer care about his image and demeanour as a prince. He cursed out loud, but his face was filled with shock.





Since she was already here, could Li Qingshan still be far?





Chapter 797: Devastation in a Single Palm Strike | Legend of the Great Sage




Qian Liangmu’s heart suddenly rose up into his throat. Those who had never seen Li Qingshan could never imagine what kind of power and influence this man possessed.

In terms of cultivation alone, every single elder and protector here surpassed him, so while he did possess startling feats in battle, they had only heard about it. It was very difficult for them to take the three words “King of Savages” too seriously.

They were just like how the Myriad Poison Ancestor did not care that the Great Banyan Tree King referred to him as “fellow”. Were there any cultivators that reached their realm of cultivation not geniuses with startling talent? Had they all not undergone numerous years of arduous cultivation? And who was not confident in their own strength?

No matter what, Li Qingshan was far too young, being in his thirties. Qian Liangmu might have possessed the appearance of a young prince, but when it came to his age as a mortal, he was more than old enough to serve as Li Qingshan’s grandfather.

The mightiest sect of the south was a gathering of elites. Even without the Myriad Poison Ancestor, why would they be afraid of a surprise attack from a measly Li Qingshan? That was how the Myriad Poison Ancestor thought too, which was why he left without even batting an eye, completely unworried about their safety.

However, Qian Liangmu had personally seen Li Qingshan and had sensed this difference, which was why he knew dread. Since Li Qingshan was bold enough to lead away the Myriad Poison Ancestor before going out of his way to intercept them here, he must have had quite a lot of confidence.

He looked around. Mountains and forests rose and fell below as white clouds drifted past overhead. Li Qingshan could be hiding anywhere. The vast land suddenly became filled with killing intent, enough to suffocate him.

Xiao An was unstoppable, flying over from the west like a dazzling, golden star. The sound of the Chant of Deva-Nāga grew deeper and louder too, resounding through the surroundings.

Even with the obstruction from the green cloud, the elders and protectors felt their bodies surge, struggling to focus their soul senses. The regular disciples were even worse off. They clutched their heads and collapsed on the cloud. They felt like their souls had been thrown into surging waves as if it could be torn apart at any time.

“So this is the special technique of the Chan Monastery of Deva-Nāga. It really is something else!” “Oh no, stop her! Let’s take her down together quickly!”

As they spoke, Xiao An was already five kilometers from them. The power of the Chant of Deva-Nāga was pushed to the limit, but she showed no signs of slowing down. She only needed a few more seconds, and their battle would formally erupt.

The followers of the Myriad Poison cult were ready, itching to strike. Suddenly, they felt their bodies sink as if the sky had been forcefully pulled down. They all staggered about.

The green cloud surged, close to collapsing, and the regular disciples who were already under the influence of the Chant of Deva-Nāga all coughed up blood. Their organs were torn to shreds.

Qian Liangmu shivered inside and suddenly raised his head. It’s here!

Among the clouds, in the depths of the sky illuminated by the setting sun, a black speck appeared. It rapidly expanded and fell at an unbelievable speed!

The fierce winds whistled past Li Qingshan’s ears, producing white streams of turbulence around him. The white clouds were thrown far behind him as the verdant ground flew towards his face.

He unfolded the wings of wind completely, and the flames of the phoenix blazed brightly. The wind and fire merged together, trailing behind him like the long tail of a comet.