The Witch King's Candidate (2/3)

"Attack me with my Thunder Method? You're just showing off your skills before an expert!"

Just as the "thunder arrows" were about to fall, Wu Yi finally made his move.

Boom!

Suddenly, Wu Yi flicked his sleeve, and steel needles shot out from his palm.

Those steel needles grew taller in the wind, quickly transforming into enormous iron pillars that shot into the sky.

The next second, those iron pillars seemed to act like lightning rods, actively drawing away the lightning arrows and channeling their power directly into the earth.

In an instant, with a deafening roar, the mountains trembled and the earth's crust cracked.

Yan Xiaojun's immense power nearly destroyed the mountain, yet it left Wu Yi completely unharmed.

"The precursor to this Thunder Method Witchcraft Incantation was the Lightning-Summoning Witchcraft Incantation. How do you think the Great Xia wizards of three hundred years ago cast the Lightning-Summoning Incantation?"

With a slight smile playing on his lips, Wu Yi spoke calmly yet arrogantly.

Three hundred years ago, the concept of "Thunder Method Witchcraft Incantation" did not exist in the Great Xia.

The "Lightning-Summoning Incantation" cast by the great shaman was precisely to draw lightning from heaven and earth through these iron needles.

Anyone struck by that iron needle will inevitably be struck by lightning. Of course, this also means that there is a major prerequisite for casting the "Lightning-Summoning Incantation"—that is, there must be thunderclouds first.

Perhaps it is precisely because of these stringent usage conditions.

The "Lightning-Summoning Incantation" was eventually abandoned by the great shamans as a useless skill.

Nowadays, perhaps only the Common Lord of the world, who is known as the "Witch King," knows how to cast such obscure Witchcraft Incantation.

"It is impolite not to reciprocate."

With a soft whisper, Wu Yi once again flicked his sleeve, retracting the iron pillars rooted in the earth.

"Let me see who you really are!"

Dozens of kilometers away, on the hills of River Pillow Peak.

Yan Xiaojun stared blankly at the suddenly vanished lightning bolts, but quickly realized what had happened.

"A Thunder Arrow can be neutralized like this?"

Instead of confronting it head-on, they directly guided the lightning arrow into the ground.

The power of the lightning arrow was also channeled into the ground, failing to harm the target that Lord Yan truly intended to attack.

"What about the flaming arrows?"

"Can you really resolve this like that!?"

With a soft murmur, Yan Xiaojun once again assumed the posture of drawing a bow and shooting an arrow.

Unfortunately, before Lord Yan could draw the Talisman Seal Script with his remaining two arms, a bolt of lightning flashed past his feet.

"I see, is this the prophet's improved usage?"

With her entire body paralyzed Yan Xiaojun could only open her eyes wide.

He stared in disbelief at Wu Yi, who had appeared out of nowhere beside him.

"If the prophet himself were to cast these Witchcraft Incantation, I might be a little worried."

"But you clearly don't understand the essence of these Witchcraft Incantation; you're just blindly imitating them, not even worthy of being called a good student."

With just a gentle Yan Xiaojun's body, Wu Yi dispelled the gathering flames.

Immediately afterwards, he kicked Yan Xiaojun hard, knocking the tall giant to the ground.

Boom!

The giant fell to the ground, the great bow dropped, instantly stirring up a cloud of dust.

"Stop! This is just a misunderstanding!"

Just as he was about to move forward again, filled with rage and ready to kill Yan Xiaojun,...

A cry of alarm suddenly came from the water nearby, accompanied by a deep, rumbling sound as the earth shook.

"Who are you?"

He also reached out to stop the next action.

Wu Yi immediately turned around curiously and looked at the huge figure that was gradually emerging in the stream.

It was a water buffalo, a bull-shaped deity with a single Single Horn.

Compared to Yan Xiaojun, this Single Horn buffalo is not particularly large.

However, as he slowly emerged from the water, a deep, resonant tremor arose, accompanied by the rhythmic vibrations of the cow's hooves.

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

It's as if the Single Horn buffalo is deliberately displaying its power, yet it also seems like the earth is simply responding to its call.

"My name is One-Horned Incantation, and I am the Prophet's mount."

"The prophet foresaw your arrival, so he sent me ahead of time to clear up any misunderstandings."

With a seemingly innocent glance, the One-Horned Incantation's voice sounded extremely sincere.

"Oh, what a coincidence!"

With a half-smile, Wu Yi raised an eyebrow, completely disbelieving the One-Horned Incantation's explanation.

Or rather, Wu Yi believed that the One-Horned Incantation was sent by Li Boyang to meet him, but did not believe that the other party had just happened to arrive here.

"Yeah, it is quite a coincidence."

He blinked nervously, and One-Horned Incantation answered with a lack of confidence.

Just as Wu Yi had guessed, the One-Horned Incantation had actually arrived here long ago and had noticed Yan Xiaojun's attack.

However, the One-Horned Incantation did not trust Wu Yi.

Because he understood the weight of the word "Witch King" better than anyone else.

In a better-case scenario, Wu Yi would take Li Boyang away and groom him to become the next "Great Xia Common Lord".

But what about the Hundred Lands Mountain Range?

Now that these Hundred Lands Mountain Range have finally established a new order, who would want to return to the chaotic and barbaric state they once were?

Whether they are Mountain Folk or deities, who doesn't want to pursue a better life?

As for the worse outcome, that would be even more terrifying.

"Witch King" is not just a name, but also a terrifying ritual.

As far as the One- One-Horned Incantation is concerned, the birth of each "Witch King" is inevitably accompanied by the fall of countless talented young men and the death of many wizards.

It is precisely because of this ritual, which is almost like raising poisonous insects,

Only the Great Xia could cultivate beings truly capable of contending with, or even crushing, the gods.

At the very least, that's what the One-Horned Incantation, as a deity, believes. Therefore, whether from its own perspective or from the perspective of the Hundred Lands Mountain Range, the One-Horned Incantation does not want Li Boyang to meet Wu Yi.

"Okay! I'll just assume it's a coincidence."

"Don't worry, I won't tell that prophet these things."

After calming his tone slightly, Wu Yi glanced at Lord Yan, who looked utterly astonished, before continuing.

"But I want to know what exactly has happened to these Hundred Lands Mountain Range in recent years?"

"Furthermore, what is that prophet's current status and position in the Hundred Lands Mountain Range?"

"To be a mere human being, to have two powerful gods willingly serve and toil for him, is extremely rare even across the entire land of Nine Provinces."

Wu Yi was telling the truth; without the title of "Witch King," he would not have been able to command the gods of the Great Xia to serve him.

Moreover, simply obeying orders and willingly serving them are two completely different things.

Wu Yi seemed to see in Li Boyang a style different from that of the Great Xia Dynasty, a quality similar to that of the first Witch King.

This made Wu Yi feel that he might gain some extra benefits from this trip.

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