Chapter 489: Dharma Sect

Chapter 489: The Law Sect

“Hah!” With his torso bare, Gao Zhijian stood at the village entrance brandishing a massive halberd, a single man holding back ten thousand warriors.

Veins bulged like roots across his body as blood surged through him, shrouding him in a misty haze of crimson vapor.

Before him stood a mob of men and women, old and young, all draped in black cloth over their shoulders. At first glance, they appeared to be nothing more than ordinary villagers.

Yet now, they were possessed by an unnatural fervor, wielding various farming tools with reckless abandon, charging headlong toward Gao Zhijian.

"Don’t fear this giant!! Charge!! We are sons of Yu’er God while alive, and ghosts of Yu’er God when dead! Even after death, we can be reborn as emperors!!"

With a flash of cold light, three men in front of Gao Zhijian were instantly bisected at the waist, their viscera splattered with blood against the white wall beside them.

But gradually, there were too many of them, and Gao Zhijian found himself overwhelmed.

Moreover, their nighttime surprise attack had been so sudden that he hadn't even had time to put on Peng Longteng’s armor.

A sharp stone whistled from afar, striking Gao Zhijian's forehead and drawing a line of blood.

"Aaaah!!" Gao Zhijian arched his back slightly, crouching low, then gripped the massive halberd tightly with both hands and unleashed it in the direction from which the stone came.

The thousand-pound halberd spun swiftly through the air, tearing through the crowd like a storm, flesh and bone blooming like flowers mid-sky.

Gao Zhijian stepped over the gore, chasing after the blood-soaked halberd.

These people acted like lunatics, unshaken by the martial aura, eyes blazing with madness as they hurled weapons recklessly at Gao Zhijian.

In the chaos, a needle tipped with white hair flew past, piercing a man holding a hoe straight into his face.

As he screamed in terror, his features slid off his skin like liquid, flowing down into his clothes—immediately he could see nothing, hear nothing.

"Fool!! Hold on! We're coming for you!" Dogwa’s voice made the followers of the Law Sect turn toward the dirt road leading to Niu Xin Village.

When they saw a group of misshapen figures charging toward them, they burst into laughter.

Seeing the corpses scattered on the ground, Chun Xiaoman's fury could no longer be contained. She pulled out the talisman bell Li Huowang had given her and shook it violently.

She bit into the earth and shouted orders to the two celestial beings above: "Nan Bu Zhi Wu!"

The overlapping figures of the wandering immortals nodded slightly, then swept down like specters upon the Law Sect believers, each passing through a person freezing them solidly to the ground.

But it wasn’t enough. Chun Xiaoman tucked the bell around her waist, tore off her shirt to reveal a yellow paper belly band, then drew a serrated dagger, tapping her brow while chanting:

"My disciple looks up to the blue sky. All my masters are by my side! My body turns to bronze skin and iron bones, wearing twelve iron caps, clad in twelve layers of iron armor. Copper skin wraps three times, iron skin wraps three layers."

Behind her, including five others such as Lü Xiucai, they all began performing the same ritual. The serrated daggers sliced open their scalps, blood flowing from their brows to cover their faces, finally pooling at their chins before dripping onto the ground.

"Drag blade becomes goose feather. Iron ruler becomes reed. Heart stone transforms into water bubble! All masters, Mother of the Unborn! Please aid your disciple in striking hard!!"

With the final incantation complete, Chun Xiaoman and Lü Xiucai’s eyes bulged wide, no longer blinking, raising their serrated blades high and rushing forward against the rabble.

"Clang clang clang!!" Seeing the sickles and pitchforks pierce their bodies, making crisp sounds, Lü Xiucai and Chun Xiaoman felt renewed confidence, lifting their blades to strike back.

Their swords could pierce others' bodies, yet others' weapons could not harm them—a one-sided massacre.

With these divine fighters joining in, Gao Zhijian's situation improved dramatically. A few men began pushing back the entire crowd of the Law Sect.

Under their leadership, the villagers of Niu Xin Village gathered courage and took up arms to fight back.

Suddenly, the village entrance transformed into a battlefield.

As more and more Law Sect followers died, an old woman dressed in tattered robes, thin as a dwarf, suddenly emerged from behind Gao Zhijian, thrusting a black jade dagger deep into his waist.

Gao Zhijian endured the pain, looked down, and saw her face—covered by a black cloth bearing a large purple “witch” character.

A hoarse, eerie voice came from beneath the cloth. “Hehehe, burn paper money, offer gold and silver, pour wine and incense, today is year-end, tomorrow new spring!”

Dogwa, peering curiously nearby, pulled out a rotten wooden wish-fulfilling staff from his pocket and flung it at the old woman.

But she was small and swift, yanking her weapon free and retreating into the chaotic battlefield.

“Dong dong... watch out!! There... there…”

Before Gao Zhijian could finish, the old woman reappeared behind a girl who had already performed divine strikes, slashing her neck with the black jade dagger.

Her body, supposed to be invulnerable, split open in a flash, and in disbelief, she collapsed, clutching her bleeding throat, gasping hoarsely.

"Hahaha!! When Yu’er God arrives, all things go well! Golden bricks rise three feet high, trees of coins hang treasures!"

"Nan’er!" Chun Xiaoman cried out in anguish, but just then, she sensed a chill at the back of her neck—someone was behind her!

Just as she was about to meet the same fate, a wandering immortal swooped down from the sky, driving away the elusive old woman.

Yet this only pushed her back temporarily. The tide turned instantly; facing the ghostlike old woman, Chun Xiaoman and the others huddled together, no longer daring to act as carefree as before.

"This won't do! If this continues, the whole Niu Xin Village will fall—even if it costs everything, I must kill that old witch!"

Chun Xiaoman decisively shook the talisman bell again. Following Master Li’s teachings, she shook her head vigorously, and the celestial beings above multiplied from one to ten. “Bu Zhi Gong Jing!”

At her command, the entire Niu Xin Village was enveloped in a dark wind formation, the wandering immortals soaring through heaven and earth, hunting the hiding old woman.

The full three years of her life force paid for this, but it wasn’t wasted. Under the relentless pursuit of the wandering immortals, the old woman was soon forced out of the crowd.

Just as she tried to slip into the shadows, Dogwa raised his rotten wooden staff once more and flung it. The heart-shaped tongue of the staff lightly flicked, filling her mind with bewilderment.

The massive halberd roared through the air, crashing down with tremendous force, crushing the frail woman into mud with its thousand-pound weight.

(End of Chapter)