Please, Young Master, Slay the Demon!
Chapter 980 - 58: Watching the Lord [Vote for Monthly Tickets!]

Chapter 980: Chapter 58: Watching the Lord [Vote for Monthly Tickets!]

The mirror image’s chest throbbed as if it were filled with anger.

Chu Liang understood this; if the opponent’s personality was also a copy, he might also become infuriated at the thought of his adversary shearing his wool during battle.

As his anger rose, the Divine Thunder lingering around his body boiled again, like belligerent Thunder Dragons.

Chu Liang was equally radiant with lightning, the Thunder Dragons from both sides intertwining without any need for their summoners’ provocation, creating a symphony of thunderous roars.

"Do you think you can beat me just because you have my Divine Skills and the Path?" Chu Liang’s voice was calm and confident. Having ascertained that there was nothing more to gain from his opponent, he seemed ready to end the fight.

"What?" the mirror image asked with a deep voice.

Chu Liang spread his hands and a streak of light flashed out, summoning his External Avatar beside him.

"Hmph," the mirror image scoffed disdainfully. "What’s so great about that?"

Hence, it too extended a hand and summoned a streak of light, calling forth its own External Avatar.

Four Chu Liangs, identical in appearance, faced each other, enough for a game of mahjong.

"You have this..." Chu Liang smiled indifferently, then took out the Ancient Kitchen Knife, handing it to his clone, "But do you have this?"

Then he summoned another avatar and passed the Pan God Bone to it, "And what about this, do you have it?"

Finally, he took out his most familiar weapon, the Demon-slaying Sword, holding it in his hand and looking at the mirror image: "And this, do you have it?"

The mirror image fell silent for a moment, not saying a word, but instead summoned another incarnation, who also rushed forward with three Chu Liangs!

Sssss—

The three Chu Liangs charged at the other three, sparking an imminent Chu Liang grand battle!

Boom!

Thunder and lightning raged, Divine Soldiers and Sharp Blades clashed, the six Chu Liangs fought fiercely, shaking the heavens and the earth with their tumult.

Unlike the previous one-sided domination, Chu Liang had now mastered the battle methods of the Eighth Realm, freely commanding the Divine Lightning Path between heaven and earth as endless Thunder Dragons converged!

Boom—

Eventually, a massive explosion resounded, dispersing all the Divine Thunder.

The mirror image’s body crashed into the water, not sinking but hovering above the surface, his eyes full of unwillingness.

His body was covered in scars and blood, nearly dead from his grave injuries. The reason was that in close combat, he couldn’t easily penetrate Chu Liang’s defenses, whereas Chu Liang could effortlessly break through his Divine Weapon-protected physical body with a weapon in each hand.

Too underhanded.

"You..." he said, full of resentment, "You rely on these external things to win, what skill is that?"

"It seems you didn’t copy my wisdom," Chu Liang replied ruthlessly. "How is it not a skill to rely on ’external things’ I’ve earned myself?"

"Additionally..." he continued, "Thank you for your generous gift."

Before the words even faded, a Thunder Dragon descended from the sky, blowing up the mirror image’s body, scattering it into a spray of water that splashed and merged back into the water.

Having defeated the mirror image, a crack appeared in front of Chu Liang. Just as he was about to step out, a figure suddenly walked out of the light.

The newcomer was dressed in a dark green Taoist robe, with an ancient and indifferent face—none other than Lu Cang, whom Chu Liang had met before.

A person from Shenxu Temple!

Chu Liang’s heart skipped a beat, yet he kept his composure, smiling and saying, "Senior Lu? What a surprise to see you here."

Lu Cang ignored his pleasantries, simply stating coldly, "Someone wants to meet you."

"How inconvenient this is, I have some matters to attend to at home." It was evident that the visitor bore ill intentions. Chu Liang quickly waved his hands and smiled, "Maybe another time?"

...

Lu Cang didn’t waste another word, but simply raised his hand, and a golden light was about to imprison Chu Liang.

Land Restriction?

Chu Liang immediately used his Without Distance technique to dodge out of the way before the other’s Immortal Law could land; for some reason, the effectiveness of Lu Cang’s Immortal Law seemed exceptionally formidable.

But in the next instant, another golden light suddenly shot out from Lu Cang’s sleeve.

Whoosh.

This golden light, like a spirit snake, suddenly wrapped around Chu Liang’s body, binding him tightly for more than a dozen loops, isolating him from the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth and causing him to plummet.

Lu Cang reached out again and pulled Chu Liang up.

"The Demon Binding Rope?" Chu Liang immediately guessed the origin of this Magical Treasure.

In this world, with such a shape and such powerful effects, the first thing he thought of naturally was the Demon Binding Rope that Shu Mountain had lost in the Shenxu.

But even the Demon Binding Rope, ranked at the forefront in the Ten Thousand Treasures Record, shouldn’t possess such formidable power without the enhanced Spiritual Power specifically aimed at the Demonic Clan. After all, he was supposed to have the Eighth Realm cultivation endowed by the Great Dao of Puppet, so why was he bound as if he were nothing more than a grandson?

It wasn’t because of Lu Cang’s exceptionally high cultivation, but because he seemed to have infused the Magical Treasure with a strange kind of Spiritual Breath, much more powerful than ordinary True Qi.

Previously with Lu Chengyou and Young Master Xunyang, Chu Liang had wondered how they could wield such powerful Magical Treasures with Seventh Realm cultivation. Now, he thought it might also be due to this mysterious Spiritual Breath?

It looked even more pure and powerful, able to accomplish what True Qi could not.

The skies were covered with dark clouds, and Chu Liang guessed he was being enveloped by Lu Cang’s Sleeves Qiankun. Since he was tightly bound, he had no room to struggle and could only go along with him for now. Fortunately, it seemed that Lu Cang was not here for revenge for his son; it also appeared that Shenxu Temple had no intention of killing him, otherwise, Lu Cang could have just made his move on the spot.

The sound of the wind was incessant, and after a short while, Lu Cang stopped.

When Chu Liang saw daylight again, he found himself in a simple and ancient pavilion. The interior was modestly furnished, all of which appeared to have some age but were very clean, almost spotless.

The air was rich with Spiritual Energy, and he couldn’t help but take a few deep breaths, feeling exceptionally refreshed and clear-headed.

"Senior..." He intended to ask some questions.

But Lu Cang spoke first, "Did Lu Chengyou die?"

"It wasn’t my doing," Chu Liang blurted out.

"Sigh." Lu Cang didn’t seem saddened, just somewhat contemplative as he said, "In the end, one cannot escape one’s fate."

It seemed that he didn’t care too much about who had killed his son.

Seeing Chu Liang’s cautious gaze, he indifferently said, "You need not worry that I will seek revenge. His fate has long been recorded in the Book of Heaven. I only harbored a sliver of hope by bringing him outside the Shenxu Temple, thinking that way he could avoid the mortal world, but it seems it was all in vain."

"It’s good that the senior can see it that way," Chu Liang said with a sigh of relief, "After all, with your prime vigor, the Lu Family’s lineage..."

"Wait here for someone to see you," Lu Cang glanced at him irritably, his sleeve fluttering as he prepared to leave.

"May I know who it is, Senior?" Chu Liang quickly asked.

As Lu Cang was about to exit, he slowly answered, "The Temple Master."

The Temple Master of Shenxu?

Is it the real ruler of this mysterious and unpredictable place beyond the mundane world?

Chu Liang’s heart clenched at the thought of meeting the most secretive and powerful figure of the age, inevitably feeling a little nervous.

No sooner had Lu Cang left than a pair of hands gently pushed the door to the room open.

Chu Liang, facing the light, saw the person entering. He was adorned in a similar dark blue Taoist robe, straw sandals, and white socks, of medium stature, and somewhat broad. His face was very familiar to Chu Liang; both the shape of his head and face were extremely angular, with a benevolent appearance, his gaze was indifferent and his lips bore three long strands of beard.

Seeing such a visage, Chu Liang’s pupils contracted.

"Fang..." He began, then hesitated, before calling out the name again: "Senior Brother Yuan?!"