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Chapter 177: The Indication of Shishu
"I see that your injuries are still quite severe, Senior. Are you willing to surrender, or...?"
Qi Wan'er paused at this point. She didn't want to describe the towering figure in her mind with words like "fight to the death." As far as she knew, Dugu Po had another identity, rumored to be the Son of the Demon Lord.
However, this rumor had never been confirmed. If today forced Dugu Po to unleash his Demonic Blood Power, it would validate the legend.
Dugu Po did not respond but gently said, "Junior Brother, take Miaomiao into the cauldron."
"Understood."
Lin Feng realized that a Stunning Battle was about to unfold and knew that his fragile body couldn't withstand the external winds and rains. He and Miaomiao stood inside the cauldron, then stretched their heads out, ready to watch the battle unfold.
Dugu Po summoned his Destiny Artifact, a staff of Eyebrow Height. He thrust the staff forcefully into the ground and then took out an object resembling a fierce beast's tendon, securely tying the Ancient Cauldron to the Eyebrow-Height Staff.
"Junior Brother, you and Miaomiao cover your ears."
"Yes, Senior Brother."
Lin Feng couldn't guess what Dugu Po was about to do but quickly complied. He and Lin Miaomiao covered their ears and even lowered their heads further, leaving only their eyes visible above the Ancient Cauldron.
Dugu Po formed an extremely complex hand seal. The Void, unique to him, opened once again. Inside was a vast amount of Righteous Qi.
"You've recovered so quickly?" Xiao Mi exclaimed in surprise.
"I haven't fully recovered, but you won't give me any time."
Dugu Po spoke truthfully, having completed his incantation, he slightly parted his lips and uttered a single word: "Break."
This word transformed into the formidable power of Tide, rippling outward. It was like the roar of a startled lion, filling the ground with that singular sound, leaving no other noise in its wake.
Wherever the terrifying power of Tide spread, the earth seemed to have been plowed anew. Except for the area within a ten-foot radius around Dugu Po, which remained intact, the rest of the land either collapsed several feet or turned into tilled soil.
Hearing this shocking roar, Lin Feng quickly ducked his head into the Ancient Cauldron. It was too dangerous; the overwhelming force felt like a blade rushing toward him. If he hadn’t lowered his head, the upper part of his body might have been severed. At the same time, Lin Miaomiao also bowed her head for protection.
Bang...
In the air where the power of Tide spread, it seemed to collide with an obstruction, resulting in a sound of explosion.
Bang, bang, bang...
The explosive sounds continued one after another. Then, figures began to appear in front of Dugu Po. They were all dressed in black robes and were exceptionally tall.
As Dugu Po’s roar faded, Lin Feng raised his head once more. When he saw so many shadows around him, he couldn’t help but feel a chill run down his spine.
"Counting the first Second Demon General, there are a total of twenty," Lin Miaomiao counted.
"Twenty Demon Generals. Almost all of the demon clan's Demon Generals are here," Lin Feng said with a grave expression. With so many attacking his senior brother at once, how could they handle it? Moreover, his senior brother had not yet recovered from his injuries.
These Demon Generals had all been hiding in the concealed void. Now, with Dugu Po’s roar, they revealed their true forms.
"Twenty Demon Generals, so that's how it is."
Dugu Po scanned them with his gaze before finally settling on a patch of void. He then said, " Old Ghost , since you’ve come, why not show yourself?"
With a cold laugh, a figure dressed in black and wearing a golden skull mask emerged from the Void, his long black hair flowing behind him.
"Golden Mask Man?" Lin Feng exclaimed, recalling the copper-faced figures he had seen before the Ancestral Matriarch's Tomb.
"His Foundation surpasses the Master Realm; he must be on par with him," Lin Miaomiao said, her face filled with concern after sensing the terrifying Foundation of this individual.
Twenty Demon Generals, along with a powerful figure of Foundation level. Lin Feng felt a wave of anxiety for his senior brother; this situation was too difficult to break.
"Lone Brother, long time no see. How have you been?" the Golden Mask Man asked in a chilling tone.
Dugu Po seemed to understand something and said, "I wondered why the Demon Clan acted as executioners for others. It turns out you are the one inciting them. The Demon Clan's fate is nearly sealed, yet you destroy your own allies so quickly. Is there no point in living anymore?"
"The Market has been missing for many years. What can you and Master Da do about the Divine Ruins?" the Golden Mask Man asked coldly.
"I see. You learned of our master's disappearance and couldn't contain yourselves any longer, wanting to see the light again. However, if our master is not dead, how can you speak of disappearance?" Dugu Po replied calmly.
"Where has the Market gone, and what is its purpose?" The Golden Mask Man couldn't help but ask. The Demon Clan had only heard rumors of the Market's disappearance but lacked confirmation. This was what had incited the Demon Clan to start a war—to verify this matter.
Dugu Po did not answer but turned to Xiao Mi and said, "The Demon Clan has long since lost its momentum. Residing in this region for so long, separated from the human race by the Barbarian lands, they could have continued their legacy indefinitely. Yet now, in collusion with the Great Zhou Martial Emperor, they have become mere pawns of the Demon Clan. The Demon Lord's impatience will lead to the downfall of their entire race. Do you not understand this principle?"
The Demon Clan could mobilize such numerous Demon Generals in Great Zhou. Yet the Great Zhou Martial Emperor was aware of the battle here but had not sent any powerful cultivators to intervene.
The Dark Demon Clan ultimately reached some sort of consensus with Great Zhou.
As people age, they often make mistakes. The Martial Emperor, being the oldest Emperor, had ordinary offspring who did not possess his exceptional talents. Thus, he may have conceived plans to pacify things for future generations.
Dugu Po observed the situation before him and deduced these conclusions.
Xiao Mi spoke coldly, "As a general of the Demon Clan, I act according to the words of our Lord, and there is no room for doubt."
Dugu Po added, "Though I am not of the Demon Clan, I can see the oddities here. It is possible that the aging Demon Lord has been usurped by another. The power of the Demon Clan may have fallen into someone else's hands."
"Dugu Po, are you trying to sow discord among us?"
The First Demon General, Heishan, snorted and said, "Today, I will eliminate you. If Market does not appear, it proves he has passed away. We of the Demon Clan will occupy the Tang Empire and claim supremacy. Then, along with the Great Zhou, we will annihilate Divine Ruins. In this way, our Demon Clan will soon become the rulers of the Nine Provinces."
"Is this the plan of the Demon Clan? What do you think?" Dugu Po did not respond to Heishan but turned to Xiao Mi.
These few simple words left Xiao Mi's mind in turmoil. She had always been strongly opposed to colluding with the Demon Clan, yet the Demon Lord was resolute in his decisions.
There was a time when Xiao Mi had considered the strangeness of it all, but it was merely a fleeting thought. Despite their differing opinions, she had always held deep respect for her master and followed orders without question.
With the strength of the Demon Lord, could he really scheme such a thing? Xiao Mi found it somewhat absurd. The human race had a legacy spanning thousands of years, with many unseen depths; how could they be so easily defeated?
Collaborating with the Great Zhou was akin to seeking skin from a tiger. Moreover, this time coming to Gaojing was twofold: to assassinate Princess Jian'an and to bring a Sacred Artifact to kill the Martial Emperor. When did it turn into an alliance with the Martial Emperor? Why was she completely unaware?
Heishan noticed the doubts in Xiao Mi's eyes and said, "Xiao Mi, do not listen to Dugu Po's slanderous words meant to sow discord among us. My desire for cooperation with the Great Zhou is naturally arranged by Yazun and our Lord."
Upon hearing this, Xiao Mi recalled Yazun's sudden arrival in Gaojing, where he was currently battling Lin Bai.
At that moment, the previously silent Golden Mask Man suddenly spoke up: "Dugu Brother, when did you become so eloquent? What a pity that your words are wasted."
Dugu Po replied, "Do not think that no one knows about your schemes in the Demon Clan. You wish to hasten the apocalypse so that your Demon Clan can usher in a new era?"
This Golden Mask Man was none other than someone who had competed against Dugu Po years ago in Naganohara alongside the Demon Sect and Pujue Temple. He was a Walker of the Ghost Sect within the Demon Clan, representing their interests.
He was known as Ghost Map, older than Dugu Po and Lin Bai. Hence, Dugu Po referred to him as Old Ghost.
Ghost Map let out a cold laugh and said, "You're deliberately stalling for time, waiting for reinforcements? Is Master Da coming? Or will Market come in person?"
"Of course, it's Shishu coming," Dugu Po replied.
Upon hearing the name Shishu, everyone's expression darkened. The reputation of Shishu was too overwhelming; throughout the history of Walker, his name overshadowed that of Market.
Shishu was known as the strongest being on the ground. Only those from above could contend with him.
If such a figure were to appear, it would spell disaster for any force on the Jiuzhou Continent.
Ghost Map felt a tightening in his chest but quickly regained his composure and said, "Dugu Po, not only are you smooth-tongued, but you also speak nonsense. Shishu has been dead for thousands of years; do you expect his soul to come and save you?"
"Of course, it's not Shishu's soul, but Shishu's Divine Technique."
"What Divine Technique?" Ghost Map sensed something was amiss.
"Shishu's Finger."
With that, Dugu Po raised his hand above, opening up a second realm. An ancient aura surged forth from that realm, instilling fear in everyone present.
Seeing that realm, Ghost Map exclaimed in shock, "You actually inherited Shishu's Finger Divine Technique?"
As he spoke, Ghost Map immediately dispersed all his cultivation and even summoned his spiritual weapon. Although Shishu was not present, the Divine Techniques he created were all among the strongest abilities on the ground.
Shishu's Finger was rumored to be able to pierce the heavens and shatter the stars of the Void.
A terrifying power, ancient and fearsome, flowed from that cave, ultimately condensing into a single finger. This finger was not particularly large, only about the size of an ordinary longsword.
It was not dazzling or blinding. Its sheen was soft, resembling skin tone.
This finger was pure white and slender, perfectly shaped.
Yet this single finger instilled dread in the hearts of everyone present. The Ghost Map summoned its spiritual artifact to prepare for defense. Meanwhile, the Demon Generals gathered together, pooling their cultivation to form a powerful formation for protection.
The Ghost Map gazed at the finger, suppressing the fear within and said, "As long as we can block the Shishu Finger, Dugu Po is doomed. Even if he learns the Shishu Finger's Divine Ability, he will never be able to unleash its unparalleled might."
Despite these words, the tension within the Ghost Map was no less than that of the other Demon Generals. (To be continued...)
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