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Chapter 676: The Power of the Seventh Arrow
Chapter 676: The Power of the Seventh Arrow
"Holy shit, did he really strike Master Meng's Great Ancestor?"
"Our Hu Family's Curse Suppression Golden Cudgel is truly powerful, even more so than I imagined..."
At this moment, everything was deathly silent, but the most difficult thing to describe was still Hu Ma's feelings after striking out with the cudgel.
Previously, when the Mountain Lord mentioned that the Meng family wanted to build the Yin Deity Palace, he was wary of the Hu family, or more precisely, the Heavenly Demon Subduing Mansion. At that time, Hu Ma knew that theoretically, the Evil Suppression Bureau could stop Master Meng's Great Ancestor.
Otherwise, that thing, as evil and filthy as it was, was also extraordinarily terrifying. No one in this world should have been able to stop the Meng family from building the Yin Deity Palace.
But understanding it was one thing, and now that he had personally struck the monster that seemed invincible, and seeing its expression of astonishment and its ferocity greatly diminished after receiving this blow, he couldn't help but feel a million emotions, and could only say...
... The cudgel felt good!
It was much better than striking the Governor of Guanzhou. After all, when he struck the governor, he immediately crumbled, which made Hu Ma feel like his strength had been wasted.
"Huff..."
After striking with the cudgel, he couldn't help but take a deep breath. Uncontrollably, he lowered his head and looked into the depths of the City of the Wrongly Dead, where the afterimage of the Curse Suppression Golden Cudgel still lingered over the endless remains below, not yet completely faded. Hu Ma also saw countless pairs of eyes.
Up and down, life and death, they stared at each other, causing Hu Ma to feel a sense of dizziness and an incredibly familiar feeling.
Why did he feel like he had seen this place before, even though it was his first time in the City of the Wrongly Dead?
"..."
"..."
"Have you seen enough?"
Just as countless people and ghosts in the City of the Wrongly Dead were being intimidated by the power of the cudgel, on the Spirit Summoning Platform, Senior Long Jing looked as relaxed as ever.
He looked up at the top of his head, where the Great Ancestor of the Meng family, having been struck by the cudgel, had his countless tendrils completely destroyed, and had been forced to retreat from his Life Spirit Temple. But his expression was one of laughter: "This is the secret you will always envy, but never obtain!"
After being struck by the cudgel, the Great Ancestor of the Meng family would no longer be able to swallow his Life Spirit Temple, and Hu Ma had some strength left.
That kid hadn't lied to him; he really did have one more chance with the arrow.
So, feeling great, he casually straightened the robe he was wearing.
Although the robe was already torn in many places and stained with fresh blood, and had lost its brightness due to the backlash of the Nightmare Technique, he still tried his best to straighten it out, brushing off some dust.
Only then did he turn around and face the scarecrow, raising his two wide sleeves high and bowing lightly.
"Even if the mystery of my hometown remains unsolved, I want you to show your face..."
With a shout, he bowed for the seventh time, and immediately stood up, his eyes filled with intense provocation.
Using the Nightmare Technique was three parts harming others and seven parts protecting oneself. Any small Nightmare Technique could bring backlash, let alone the six arrows used by Dragon Well Master in a short period, each carrying the cause and effect of heaven and earth?
With these six arrows, he had already changed the destiny of the world. Similarly, the backlash was also unprecedentedly terrifying.
When he shot the sixth arrow, he had already borrowed the power of Master Meng's Great Ancestor.
And this seventh arrow, astonishingly, borrowed the power of the backlash, aiming directly at the sky above the Spirit Summoning Platform.
"Swoosh!"
Pride, resentment, anger, and defiance, the soul's intentions, sixty years of cause and effect, grievances, and entanglements, all turned into the seventh arrow in an instant, and suddenly flew up from the Spirit Summoning Platform, shooting towards the vanishing void behind the scarecrow.
That void was created when Master Meng's Great Ancestor appeared, and after being struck by the cudgel, it had already shown signs of shrinking back.
It seemed a little unwilling, and then it saw Dragon Well Master's arrow. The void's eyes trembled slightly, as if suddenly filled with fear.
But this arrow wasn't aimed at it; it was aimed at something behind it.
The next moment, the arrow followed the void and disappeared.
In the empty space of the Netherworld, it seemed as if nothing had happened, but in the next moment, the wind and clouds suddenly stirred.
The sky and earth seemed to tear apart, and the endless void appeared to become semi-transparent. Whether it was Hu Ma and countless ghosts in the Netherworld, or the various strange people and techniques in the mortal realm.
Whether it was the noble elders in the grand halls or the commoners working in the fields, the warlords carrying the destiny of the world, or the mountain spirits practicing in the mountains, they all saw a distorted figure behind the void.
They saw it tremble when struck by the arrow, and they felt its distant but still clear and heavy anger.
At this moment, throughout the world, the countless famous mountains and vast lands, the indescribably huge and bloated Blood Food Mine, or Tai Sui Flesh, suddenly seemed to be stimulated, and trembled violently.
Because there were too many Tai Suis, and they were too huge, the trembling wasn't very noticeable, but it startled the entire world, as if something suddenly woke up from a deep sleep.
"How dare these malevolent spirits be so bold..."
In the north, at the ruins of the Imperial Capital, the tomb guardians frantically fell to the ground, fearfully extending their hands to protect the ten ancestral halls, the incense burner, and the oil lamp on the small table in front of it.
His face twisted with anger, his palms trembling, yet he dared not breathe a word, as if afraid of extinguishing the lamp or disturbing something.
It was as if they were walking alongside sleeping beasts, and someone had startled one, causing the others to tread lightly, fearing the consequences.
"Noble Zhang, Transcendent Yin Meng..."
In a courtyard built in the shadows of a mountain, where sunlight rarely reached, an old woman with withered white hair carefully examined a bamboo scroll in front of her, her voice also lowered as if afraid of disturbing something, but her tone carried a hint of anger:
"Why are they so greedy, why can't they wait even a little?"
"For the greater good, our Impermanence Li Family would rather shut the door and not provoke trouble, even if the Hu Family's young master came knocking. But these Zhang and Meng Families insist on stirring up trouble."
"..."
"Grandma, the name at the top of the Sin List has disappeared..."
Someone knocked gently and entered, their face filled with a complex expression: "This seems to be good news for us, right?"
"The first one has disappeared."
The old woman spoke coldly: "But look below, so many newcomers are scrambling to climb up!"
As she spoke, her tone carried a hint of dissatisfaction: "They talk about completely eradicating these malevolent spirits, but who knows if they're being too aggressive and awakening their violent nature instead?"
"What exactly happened? Why is it so loud?"
In Mingzhou, Miss Red Wine appeared in the courtyard, gazing at the heavenly apparitions with a shocked expression.
On Nameless Mountain, Great Elder Beefless Cow had reached the summit, accompanied by the three sect leaders, some with severed arms or pale faces. However, the four great officials of the Noble Zhang Family were supporting the injured and disabled as they descended the mountain in defeat.
The Great Elder himself wielded a knife, cutting off the small stream flowing down the mountain, its source unknown. He listened to the sound of destiny changing.
He turned around, and despite countless people telling him not to kneel, he held the knife and bowed towards the sky: "The vengeful dragon has been slain, and the heavenly mandate has been returned to the people. With this, I send my respects to Senior Long Jing!"
In the Blood Food Mine of Gongzhou, Monkey Wine rode a donkey, escorting his blood food towards the deep mountains where he refined his gu, or rather, his laboratory. His usually solemn face showed a moment of surprise when the commotion began.
Immediately, a sense of fearful excitement and fervor filled him: "This is..."
"This is the power we should possess!"
"..."
At the same time, in Mingzhou's Old Yin Mountain, a figure in a green robe sat silently on a small hillside, holding wildflowers she had picked.
When the sixth arrow appeared, the wildflowers in her hand seemed to be blown by the mountain breeze, scattering one by one, leaving only a single flower in her hand, which nodded slowly in the wind, looking lonely.
"I'm the only one left..."
"..."
As she rose from her silence and headed deeper into Old Yin Mountain, the strange phenomenon in the sky had already disappeared. However, it was unclear if it was just above Old Yin Mountain or the entire realm, but dark clouds gathered, and a fine misty rain began to fall.
The rain was red, as if some supreme being had bled.
...
...
The entire realm fell silent for a long time due to this sixth arrow. Some saw mysterious things within it, while others merely felt a brief moment of distraction before forgetting it.
But this inexplicable feeling lingered in people's hearts, refusing to dissipate.
At the edge of the City of the Wrongly Dead, Zhao Sanyi and Chen Abao felt reluctant to leave. They were among the few, along with Hu Ma and others, who were fortunate enough to be close enough to the Descending God Platform to sense the impact of the arrow.
They were also the ones who felt the influence of the arrow most clearly. At this moment, they even forgot about distancing themselves, becoming completely absorbed and bewildered.
It was as if something strange was stirring in their hearts, but they couldn't quite grasp it.
"Hey, big brother, miss..."
Just as they were immersed in this complex feeling, a voice called them back.
In the Netherworld mist ahead, there was a girl with oiled hair, dressed like a wealthy madam, but looking a bit disheveled. She had a pretty face and was sitting cross-legged in a large wooden basin, paddling towards them with effort.
Curiously looking towards the City of the Wrongly Dead, she saw the two figures at the edge and eagerly asked: "What's happening over there?"
"Why is it so lively?"
(End of Chapter)
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