Nameless Eunuch reached out and grabbed, and the prayer beads fell into his hand. After sensing them briefly, he sighed.
"What a formidable monk. Today, we failed to achieve our full purpose and could neither subdue nor kill him. He will surely become a grave threat in the future.
Yu Changkong, it is time for you to act."
As soon as his words fell, a burly and imposing figure materialized ten feet to Nameless Eunuch's side. He wore massive wolf-headed armor, its bronze hue dark and solemn. Combined with his naturally awe-inspiring presence, he resembled a war god descended into the mortal world, radiating surging, boundless vitality and blood.
Yu Changkong had a square face, silkworm brows, and tiger eyes that burned like torches. Though his skin was somewhat sallow, his entire body was like flawless warm jade. His Internal Cultivation had already reached the pinnacle of perfection. At first glance, he looked to be a man in his thirties, in the prime of his life.
"Zhao Rulíng, is a mere Monk Huikong truly worthy of such regard from you?"
Yu Changkong paid little heed to Nameless Eunuch—Zhao Rulíng, as he called him.
He knew how powerful Hui Kong was, and he acknowledged that he was no match for him.
Yet no matter how strong Monk Huikong was, he was only one man. Beneath him, the Pudu Cult had no one else capable of bearing great responsibility. So long as he was captured or killed, the Pudu Cult would collapse without a fight. It could not be considered a threat close to the heart.
It could be said that, in the eyes of the imperial clan, the Pudu Cult was merely a minor annoyance that could be wiped out at any time. The rebellions in the south and elsewhere, however,