Rain Master

The distance between us is less than ten feet.

Shura Vajra Dufan looked down at the small man in white, whose height only reached his chest.

"Apart from the Demon Race, at the third rank, any system that is brought within ten feet of a martial artist is doomed to die." He looked down at the white-robed Warlock, his thick lips curling into a slight smile.

At this distance, even if the opponent wanted to teleport away to escape, he could interrupt them in advance.

As for protective magical Law Artifact, in the eyes of a third-grade Vajra, apart from some large-scale defensive formations inscribed on the city walls, which consist of countless interlocking small formations, he could not break through them.

The array inscribed on the Law Artifact, limited by its size and material, could not possibly stop his iron fist.

Even Law Treasure like the Pagoda was too late to be used at this point.

"Or are you sending hostages to Buddhist School in exchange for a compassionate Arhat?"

The moment those words were spoken, the massive, fan-like hand of the Asura Vajra descended from above, enveloping Sun Xuanji's head.

Smack

A large, dark golden hand slammed onto the air barrier, causing the air to vibrate and produce a piercing sound.

Du Fan Jingang's expression changed as he felt resistance in his palm.

At that moment, he felt as if he were at odds with heaven and earth, as if the world was rejecting him.

Sun Xuanji remained unmoved, glanced at him, and said succinctly:

"Roll!"

He placed his palm on Du Fan Jingang's chest, paused for about a second, and then, with a loud "bang," Du Fan Jingang was sent flying like a cannonball in the ripples of the explosion.

They crashed through countless trees along the way, clearing a "vacuum" zone in the dense forest.

When he regained his footing, he had been forcefully thrown off the mountaintop and was floating in the air, with an abyss beneath his feet.

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The arena fell into a deathly silence; the spectators from both sides seemed to have lost the ability to speak.

The Warlock of the Bureau of Astronomy were incredibly powerful.

As expected of someone from the Bureau of Astronomy, and as expected of the second disciple of the Director of the Observatory, he is terrifyingly powerful.

Amazement and praise arose in the hearts of Fu Jing and the other martial artists. To be honest, they hadn't initially paid much attention to the "second disciple of the supervisor" that Cao Qingyang had mentioned.

I haven't heard much about him, I don't know his cultivation level, he has no combat record, and he's a Warlock who can't even engage in melee combat. How much of a role can he play?

Where else can you find the dazzling presence of the three characters "Xu Yinluo"?

But what they saw before them made them realize just how terrifyingly powerful this white-robed Warlock was.

With a casual palm strike, he repelled the Buddhist School Vajra.

This King Kong had just unleashed his violence and demonstrated his power.

Liu Hongmian practically gaped into an "O" shape. After joining Qianlong City, she had dealt with many Warlock, including the young girl in her team who was also Warlock.

She knew that Warlock were physically weak and relied entirely on crafting magical Law Artifact at will to attack, and on using flashy formations to remain invincible.

To actually let Warlock and a warrior fight hand-to-hand is like lighting a lantern in a toilet—looking for shit.

Could it be that Warlock of the third rank or higher undergo a complete physical transformation, so drastic that they can contend head-on with a third-rank martial artist?

The expressions on Baihu Qihuan and Danxiang's faces were similar to hers.

The two Buddhist School disciples, Jingxin and Jingyuan, frowned deeply, unable to see through the mystery.

Wind-riding boat.

Ji Xuan suddenly turned his head and looked at Xu Yuanshuang: "Little sister?"

Xu Yuanshuang, however, focused her gaze on Dongfang Wanrong and whispered:

"Senior Nalan's insight is astute; the terrain of Quanrong Mountain has indeed changed."

She turned to look at Ji Xuan and explained:

"Sun Xuanji used Quanrong Mountain as his base to inscribe a grand formation, and now the power of the entire Quanrong Mountain's earth veins is entirely at his disposal."

She was a newly Alchemist, far from being a fourth-grade array master, so she did not immediately notice the changes in the feng shui of Quanrong Mountain. It was only after Sun Xuanji made his move that she began to understand.

He suddenly understood what Dongfang Wanrong had said not long ago.

Ji Xuan frowned deeply. "Is the earth vein power of Quanrong Mountain really that strong?"

Xu Yuanshuang hummed in agreement, her small face serious:

"Quanrong Mountain is a famous mountain in Jianzhou, ranking ninth among the blessed lands of the Central Plains. Legend has it that the founder of the Tianzong sect originally planned to build the sect on Quanrong Mountain and subdue the Quanrong as guardian beasts of the sect."

"Whether this legend is true or false is hard to say, but it is enough to show that Quanrong Mountain is a rare and blessed land, unlike any other mountain range."

Ji Xuan suddenly realized, and said in a deep voice:

"No wonder Sun Xuanji hasn't shown himself; he was secretly setting up an array."

Based on what he saw, Ji Xuan recalled what the Imperial Advisor had said to them long ago:

"Within the Central Plains, the Supervisor can go wherever he wants. The entire Central Plains is his possession. What I need to do is make it my own."

He didn't think much of it at the time, but only now does he realize it.

Many systems, when they are at a lower level, lay the foundation for higher levels, or are simply upgraded versions of higher levels.

Ji Xuan vaguely realized that the method Sun Xuanji was using to control the power of mountains and rivers might be hiding the most profound secrets of Warlock.

"This isn't your power! You were just setting up an array!"

Shura Vajra stood in the air, trying to return to the mountain, but Quanrong Mountain "closed" its gates, and every time he tried to descend, he was blocked by the energy barrier.

As a guardian deity of Buddhist School, he had a deep understanding of Warlock and made a clear judgment about the current situation.

Sun Xuanji remained silent, meeting his gaze in silence.

Why aren't you saying anything?

The Asura Vajra seemed somewhat annoyed.

Sun Xuanji's lips moved, and she managed to squeeze out a single word. "No."

And then, that was it.

Dragging his heavily injured body, Cao Qingyang staggered towards Yang Cuixue and the others. Upon hearing this, a guess instinctively surfaced in his mind:

What he probably meant was "Stop talking nonsense."

With a few nimble leaps, Dai Zong arrived at Cao Qingyang's side and helped him hurry back.

Fu Jingmen's Xiao Yuenu and her group of fourth-rank martial artists immediately surrounded Cao Qingyang to protect him.

"Alliance Leader, how are your injuries?"

As Xiao Yuenu took out the healing pills, she asked.

"I won't die. Xu Qi'an's Essence Blood saved my life."

Cao Qingyang took the pill and swallowed it, then casually pulled open his shirt to show everyone his injuries.

His chest was a bloody mess, with bone spurs protruding, but the flesh was stubbornly writhing, trying to heal itself, albeit very slowly, giving the impression that it might give out at any moment.

"I can't absorb any more Essence Blood for a while. Otherwise, my body will collapse, and this injury will take me at least half a month to heal."

After swallowing the pill, Cao Qingyang's complexion gradually turned rosy.

"Leader, this Warlock is too powerful. Vajra can't even get in. We might be able to use this to our advantage and become invincible. Perhaps we won't even need Xu Yinluo to appear."

Fu Jingmen's face lit up with joy.

Cao Qingyang now understands that the reason Sun Xuanji has been late is because he is secretly inscribing a formation.

"There's one more thing: the members of the alliance have gone to South Peak."

The perceptive Xiao Yuenu whispered.

Cao Qingyang looked south in astonishment and sure enough, he saw a large group of people standing on the cliff top. They were far away and looked as small as beans, but Cao Qingyang's eyesight allowed him to see their faces clearly.

Cao Qingyang's forehead veins throbbed, and he angrily said:

Are you really not afraid that the enemy will deliberately inflict massacres?

"We simply don't have the time or inclination to deal with them right now, but we cannot risk our lives on the enemy's mercy."

Smack

The shockwave interrupted their conversation. Looking up, they saw the ugly Buddhist School Vajra with a blazing ring of fire behind its head, its dark golden body turning into a brilliant gold.

He stood in the air like a golden sun, so bright that the spectators couldn't open their eyes.

Asura Vajra clenched his fist, swung his right arm back, and leaned his entire body backward, his powerful muscles bulging as he did so.

Mwah~ Mwah~ Mwah~

The golden giant kept punching, slamming heavily onto the energy barrier, his posture resembling that of a blacksmith.

With each punch, the energy field would tremble and deform violently, and the people in the mountains felt the Quanrong Mountain beneath their feet shaking.

The earthquake-like sensation filled them with immense panic, fearing that Mount Quanrong would collapse at any moment, burying everyone beneath it.

The Asura Vajra aims to shake the mountains and earth's veins with its own power.

Sun Xuanji calmly took out a black iron ruler from his sleeve, and with his fingers like a sword, swept it across the ruler.

As the fingertips brushed across the ruler, runes lit up on its surface, and the black iron ruler emitted a gleaming light.

"Certainly!"

Sun Xuanji stuck the black ruler into the mud at her feet.

The aura surrounding the entire Quanrong Mountain suddenly became thicker and more condensed, and Shura Vajra's fist could only cause a slight tremor.

After throwing a few more punches, Du Fan rationally gave up the attack. Since he began cultivating Buddhism, he had long since worn away the madness in his Asura bones and become calm and rational. This would mean losing the combat power bonus brought by "madness", but it would allow him to control himself more perfectly.

He gave up? Cao Qingyang, sitting cross-legged on the ground, looked up at the sky and breathed a slight sigh of relief.

"As expected of the Supervisor's second disciple," the swordsman Yang Cuixue said with a smile, stroking his beard.

A group of fourth-rank officials laughed.

The martial arts alliance members on the South Peak had a great time. Although it was just monotonous punching, the visual impact and psychological shock were extremely strong.

High-ranking Warlock inscribed formations in the mountains, creating a barrier that covered the entire Quanrong Mountain.

The Vajra of the Buddhist School nearly shook the entire mountain with his own strength.

All of this left a deep impression on them, causing a profound psychological impact and allowing them to witness the splendor of the extraordinary realm.

Just as the martial artists of the Martial Alliance were rejoicing, dark clouds suddenly rolled in, and the sky quickly turned gloomy.

Ink-black clouds rolled and gathered, with flashes of lightning appearing and disappearing within them, as if brewing something.

A moment later, a thick pillar of lightning descended from the sky and struck the aura surrounding Quanrong Mountain.

The lightning bolt was so dazzling that it suddenly turned the world blue and white. Countless people were caught off guard, covering their eyes and screaming in agony, their eyeballs burning and tears streaming down their faces.

Sizzle~ Boom~

First came the sound of the air barrier shattering, then the lightning bolt seemed to strike the mountain, causing a deafening explosion.

The warriors, temporarily blinded, clearly sensed that Mount Quanrong trembled, and felt their hair and body hair stand on end.

This is caused by the sudden, many times denser concentration of charged particles in the air irritating the skin.

After a long while, Cao Qingyang and other martial artists with high cultivation levels were the first to regain their sight and eagerly looked towards the arena.

Upon seeing Sun Xuanji clearly, their hearts sank.

Sun Xuanji was dressed in white, covered in scorch marks. Her hair ornament had long since exploded, and her long, black hair had turned yellow and frizzy, emitting wisps of smoke.

The exposed skin on the cheeks, arms, and other areas was almost carbonized, black with a hint of bright red.

His breath was as weak as a candle flickering in the wind, making one fear that he might be extinguished at any moment.

Yang Cuixue and the others' pupils contracted sharply, their minds reeling, unable to calm down.

Sun Xuanji's crushing defeat was unacceptable to them, and at the same time, they also realized a despairing truth from her experience.

There are even more powerful enemies, on that ship in the sky, there are even more powerful enemies!

So powerful that he could summon lightning, and subdue Sun Xuanji, whom even the Vajra of Buddhist School could not defeat, in one move.

Is this something the Martial Arts Alliance can still contend with?

"Alliance, Alliance Leader." Qiao Weng of the Jianzhou Chamber of Commerce swallowed hard.

What kind of being have we provoked?

He voiced what everyone was thinking.

Cao Qingyang looked bewildered, because he didn't know that after Sun Xuanji found him, he only said that the enemies were the Buddhist School and the Witch God Sect, and that they had combat power beyond the mortal realm.

A terrible thought flashed through his mind.

Second rank?

Yes, only a second-rank master could subdue Sun Xuanji so easily.

And the second rank is indeed a transcendent realm.

"Tsk tsk!"

The Heart Gu Master, Qi Huan Dan Xiang, glanced at Cao Qingyang and the others in the distance:

"A second-rank rain master, truly deserving of his title."

Liu Hongmian and the others remained calm, showing no surprise whatsoever. The Second-Rank Rain Master was their greatest asset and the source of their confidence.

Cao Qingyang and the other second-rank rain masters from the Witch God Cult looked at each other, their faces full of bitterness.

The Rain Master of the Witchcraft Cult is a household name.

The culture of praying for rain is unique to the Three Kingdoms period in Northeast China. In ancient times, the people of the northeastern region of Kyushu would offer tributes to the shamanistic religion during the dry season, praying to the rain master for rain.

These are not secrets; they are well-documented in historical records.

The name of the Rain Master is as well-known as that of the Arhats in Buddhist School.

What was that lightning bolt just now?

"That's terrifying!"

"Master, I... I can't see."

The spectators on South Peak hadn't reacted yet, still immersed in the awe-inspiring power they had just witnessed, and in the panic of being deprived of their sight.

Until someone exclaimed, "That white-robed Warlock was struck by lightning and turned into charred remains!"

Only then did they realize the change in the situation, and an indescribable fear immediately arose within them.

Snap!

Shura Vajra landed back in the arena, scrutinized Sun Xuanji, and nodded in satisfaction.

"Still alive, the dead can be exchanged for Arhats who cannot attain compassion."

He strode toward Sun Xuanji. As he did so, Cao Qingyang and the others remained silent, watching helplessly as he approached the stone gate and the dying Sun Xuanji.

Suddenly, a pale golden streak of light streaked across the sky and, with a crisp "ding," struck the Asura Vajra.

It was a brass sword.

The Great Feng National Sword!

P. S.: Time for bed. We'll fight again tomorrow.