Chapter 197: Transforming into a Dragon, Nine Heavens Thunder!

Watching the blue carp vanish without a trace, as if it had never existed in this world, everyone's face blanked into a collective daze.

What in the world—where was the guardian deity of the Blue Carp Tribe?

Could it have been vaporized into nothingness by that utterly bizarre attack just now?

Such a terrifyingly potent method of assault... how could it possibly be wielded by a guardian deity that hadn't even finished its transformation?

It was simply beyond belief!

Upon realizing that the guardian deity of the Blue Carp Tribe was suspected dead—

"Brother, I'll hold the rear with you. You three go ahead!" Chu Xiu said, turning to look at Zhao Fengjian and the others.

The black lotus floated and sank within the noble aura, and upon it, Xing Yu once again beheld that eerie face, seeming both to weep and to laugh; though its eyes were tightly shut, Xing Yu could still feel the bizarre, demonic malice radiating from within.

Seeing this, the black-robed man waved his hands, and the music of the zither shifted, causing all the Green-Horned Beasts in the village to converge toward him; on the hill beneath his feet, a stone cavern cracked open, and the beasts flew right into it, one after another.

"Grandfather, could this be *that* gentleman?" Duanmu Siyan seemed to recognize the man as well, guessing that the fellow must be quite famous.

Ding Hai crashed to the ground, kicking up a shroud of dust; as the haze cleared, he struggled to his feet with the support of his subordinates, coughing up another great mouthful of fresh blood before spitting out a bloody glob of saliva, his eyes glaring viciously into the near distance, where Lei Yinfeng watched him with cold indifference, making no move to intervene.

Shi Xiuzhong could not help but feel a secret surge of smugness! He harbored no doubt that the other party was merely offering a polite excuse. It was entirely possible that the wedding date was indeed drawing near, but as for whether the person was actually in the manor, that was highly debatable.

Yao Xingren simply vanished into thin air afterward, his phone left unanswered, his Yanjing residence abandoned, as though he had evaporated from the face of the earth.

"Why is there a barrier everywhere I go? It's one thing for the imperial palace to have one, but why on earth does a mere Count's estate have one too? And what I find most incomprehensible is, this world is so much like ancient China, so why the heck is there such a thing as a Count?" Ye Hanxiao grumbled.

Of course, Xing Yu was not so shallow as to fall in love at first sight upon a single meeting; the "love at first sight" he spoke of meant discerning the other person's character and disposition the very first moment he laid eyes on them—a strange, inexplicable sensation that defied words, yet tangibly existed.

Over the course of three months, only a tiny fraction of this colossal spiritual power had been digested; at this rate, he would likely have to spend the next ten years trapped within his own spiritual realm.

"Do you think I dare not?" the Macaque King barked, and executing the heart-law of detachment and ignorance, he shook his frame and shot upward like a bolt of lightning, standing directly before the Handsome Monkey King.

Merely by the cultivation of his own heart-law, he could directly draw the vital nutrients his body required from the heavens and the earth.

When Lin Yan and Li Shiyi entered the room, the occupants still maintained their previous postures, but in Lin Yan's eyes, there were still many flaws in these people's disguises.

"Order the Ironclad Battalion to hold the front lines, and let the rest hide behind them with spears to launch the attack," Zhao Liang declared with a sweeping wave of his hand, exuding an air of domineering authority.

"Very well then, I can open the door, but I have a question I'd like to ask first," Madonna suddenly said.

Both of them were drenched to the bone, their lower legs caked in foul-smelling mud, their faces bruised black and blue as if they had been soundly thrashed. That anyone in Bianjing would actually dare to beat these two young masters was something no one could have ever imagined.

Hearing this, the crowd understood only half of it, yet everyone felt it made profound sense. The concept of accumulating virtue through good deeds had existed in China since antiquity, highly revered by both Taoism and Buddhism.

Since it was a competition, it was naturally a matter of joy for some and sorrow for others. The disciples of certain mountain peaks returned home in high spirits, animatedly discussing the day's matches; those brothers who tasted victory were naturally showered with the adulation of the other disciples upon their return.