Chapter 431 Battle Of Wills.
Shi Lang stood facing the young monk, who had given up his facade. The latter said, "You are not a normal Terran. Are you?"
The young terran did not flinch and shrugged. The monk said, "I have no physical skill, so I cannot attack or harm your body. However, I can enslave your primordial soul with ease. I suggest that you give up on your own. Unity is not my match anymore."
Shi Lang sighed and said, "It is not easy for you to suppress her, either. So, can you start fighting already? I am not in the mood to waste time."
The young monk frowned, and his expression looked ferocious. This was because of the change in his nature. The beads were spiritual artifacts that protected the primordial soul from external attacks and originated from a Buddhist sect.This chapter's initial release occurred on the N0v3l-B1n site.
Being in touch with the demonic beasts, nature was corrupted, and the spirit turned into a demon monk. Shi Lang saw that the other party was hesitating and said, "Your master, Tian Long, probably overestimated you. Your skills must have been good, but instead of purifying these beasts, you turned into one of them, which shows how shallow his taste in selecting the guardians."
The monk glared at Shi Lang, and then his eyes flicked. The attack had begun.
Shi Lang would not sit quietly and let this guy control him. However, he had to be cautious in his plan because this guy was far from a simple artifact spirit.
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The young monk stood gazing at the man before him inside Shi Lang's soul sea. The battle inside the soul sea was always dangerous until you had a solid technique to offset the burden of the enemy attack.
The young monk moved in a flash and stretched out his palm to attack Shi Lang's chest. The young terran did not take this lightly. He was aware that the power in this attack was anything but shallow. So he responded with a palm of his own.
Compared to the palm of the monk, Shi Lang could be said to be gentle, as if a wave of water engulfed the incoming meteor. The two palms collided, and Shi Lang cleverly hit the side of the monk's palm and successfully deflected it to dissolve the power.
Then Shi Lang ceased the initiative and kicked the inside of the monk's knee. However, this time the power was inadequate, and the monk also used the principle of hard and soft to reflect the attack. The two people seemed to match well in terms of soul battle skills.
However, this was just initial testing. After exchanging a few blows, the monk said, "If that is all you have, then I am disappointed."
The monk led the charge, and the pace and intensity of the attacks increased. He was gradually overwhelming Shi Lang. The young terran responded with a calm expression, but the monk did not miss the slight flutter in the eyes of the person.
XiaoTing said, "You should give up. If I further damage your soul, you will be useless to me."
Shi Lang did not say anything. On the contrary, he acted like a weakling and kept on fighting. It was like a desperate struggle, and as the fight went on, the monk had a delighted expression.
The last attack managed to bypass the defense put up by Shi Lang completely, and the young man was pushed to fall back on his knees. XiaoTing smiled and walked closer to him with a kind smile. He looked at the man and shook his head. Then, he squatted next to Shi Lang and placed his hand on his head, saying, "You do not have to worry. I will look after all your people too."
XiaoTing thought that Shi Lang was done for and wanted to refine his soul into a puppet when Shi Lang's eyes fluctuated, and the crimson color in them became vibrant. The monk sighed and said, "Still not giving up. Look at yourself; why are you so self-destructive."
While speaking XiaoTing shook his head and closed his eyes with a grieved reaction. However, the moment he opened his eyes, the scene had changed completely. Shi Lang had vanished, and XiaoTing found himself touching a big stone.
The monk looked up and found that the scenery had changed completely. Earlier, he fought in an oasis—a small island surrounded by an ocean and starry sky. But now, he found himself in a desert. The place was filled with red sand and scorching skies.
This was out of his expectations. Looking around, XiaoTing found no trace of Shi Lang and yelled to the sky in rage. However, he calmed down quickly and began searching for Shi Lang.
The culprit could watch all this because this place was a secret inside his soul sea—the shura realm. If he captured the primordial soul or a spirit, he could directly push the enemy inside and leave. However, the long time spent inside the shura realm, the more impossible it became to exit. Only Shi Lang, the master of the domain, could decide whom to let in or let out.
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Outside, Shi Lang was standing with a beaded rosary in his hand. There were nine beads in this rosary. They were as big as a lychee seed. He looked at the rosary and decided to keep it with him. When he meets Unity later, he will ask her what to do.
Shi Lang cast a gaze at the evil guardian spirits. He sighed and made a few seals with his hands and then threw a fire spell. This fire was condensed from the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. It was capable of purifying all and any evil powers.
The small plume was just as big as a palm, but it was enough to scare the evil spirits into running. Shi Lang did not waste time standing here to watch the evil spirits vanish. Instead, he turned around and searched the dark maze of caves to locate the ruined entrance.
He was aware that the path XiaoTing was leading him on was wrong. At the end of that path lay a monster that Shi Lang would not be able to deal with. However, the young man did not have to struggle much before finding the ruins' entrance. As soon as he gazed at the doorway, he was stunned.
The door was a glowing stone arch. On top of the arch, a few words were written, 'Gateway of humanity.'
Shi Lang sighed and said, "TianLong, you old bastard. Why did people even take you as an idol back then? What the fuck was wrong with you to make such a joke?"
The place did not have a single life inside, but as soon as Shi Lang stopped speaking, a bold voice sounded, "Who are you calling a fool? Do you think I am your friend to make a joke on you?"
Shi Lang did not have to wait for long. The glowing lights condensed into a silhouette of a man in a robe. The person took a careful look at Shi Lang and smiled faintly. On the other hand, Shi Lang looked around before picking up a rock and throwing it at the silhouette.
Tian Long was surprised and asked, "What was that for?"
Shi Lang replied, "You fucking old relic. Why the heck did you pull me into such a mess? Tell me. There is no way to change world laws, is there? You better be honest, or I piss on this arch."
Tian Long was shocked and replied, "How dare you?"
The cavern trembled, and Shi Lang said, "Check your temper, you dolt. The place will collapse, and you will be buried here."
Tian Long grits his teeth and, after a few seconds, controlled temper and says, "Fine. I saw your future and paid a huge price for it. Is this how you repay me?"
Shi Lang sighed and said, "Oye, are you confused? Did I ask you for a fortune telling?"
His words choked the phantom. Shi Lang continued, saying, "You better tell me how to deal with this mess. One of your artifacts has betrayed you and fallen to the way of evil. I just trapped his soul in a separate realm. Do not try to dwell on this. You will find nothing.
As for Unity, she will start crying if she gets here before you leave. But, I must say, your artifacts sure have personality. So, hurry up."
Tian Long had never felt this embarrassed in his life. He said, "Fine, the method to restore the world laws is to fight the left over spirit of the expert from back then. I left this spirit conscious here of guarding her remains. Though there is one condition, you cannot attack her. It will be a battle of wills."
Shi Lang held his forehead and sighed, "You really like to fuck with people like you did in the old days, you fucking worm of hell."
Tian Long's silhouette sensed a vein popping up on his forehead. This guy did not spare him any face.