The Blade-Wielding Legend
Chapter 336 - 213 Pretending to Be Something Supernatural_3

Chapter 336: Chapter 213 Pretending to Be Something Supernatural_3

The Grass Spirit Paper Man flew on the wind and arrived soon after.

Li Yan closed his eyes and, through the Grass Spirit, saw what was happening on the mountain.

It was a group of men in white robes covered with white dust and wearing masks. They were being attacked by Poison Bees, screaming and rolling in agony as they flailed their arms wildly.

Next to them lay a bamboo tube, as thick as a bowl at the mouth, with a hemp rope tied to its back end, the purpose of which was unknown.

The poison of the Poison Bees was tyrannically potent, driving its victims insane with pain.

One of the men, having lost his senses from the stings, picked up the bamboo tube and pulled the hemp rope behind it.

Whoosh~

In an instant, blue flames mixed with grease spurted out.

It resembled a dragon’s breath. Immediately, many Poison Bees were burned to a crisp, but unfortunately, so were his companions.

The man wielded the fire canister wildly, causing many around him to be hit and engulfed in flames, screaming as they rolled down the mountain.

Splash!

Seeing the fiery figures plummeting from the cliff, Old Man Zhang immediately became alert, "Quickly, they have firearms, retreat!"

Li Yan’s expression also changed abruptly, and he put away the Grass Spirit.

"It’s a Netherworld Fire Pistol!"

"I’ll guard the mountain; you all assist!"

Having said this, he also pulled out an Armored Horse, strapped it onto his legs, performed a Step Gang, manipulating the spell, "Nuogao! Six Jia, Nine Chapters, Heaven is round, Earth is square. Four seasons, Five Elements, Sun and Moon for light. Yu Step opens the way, Azure Dragon supports the wheel, White Tiger upholds the charm..."

As the spell began, he immediately felt a chilling wind swirling around him.

Li Yan’s legs surged with Hidden Energy, and with a whoosh, he leaped forward, jumping ten meters away under the boost of the Hidden Energy and Armored Horse.

He landed on the giant boulders of the cliff, leveraging twice, and then soared into the air, disappearing into the dense fog.

"He, he flew..."

A ship worker was stunned beyond belief.

The scene before him was beyond his comprehension.

Meanwhile, Li Yan moved swiftly, with the wind howling by his ears. Ascending the slope of the mountain, he quickly found the group.

The fire from the bamboo tube had already ceased, and the man who had harmed his companions lay on the ground, barely alive, after being stung by the remaining Poison Bees.

Li Yan hurried forward and split open the bamboo tube with a knife.

Indeed, the mechanism inside was familiar.

This group knew how to make Netherworld Fire Pistols but lacked the expertise; thus they simply enlarged it, using bamboo tubes instead.

Though crude, it saved materials and effort.

And the "Dragon Fire" just now, such things had only appeared during the chaotic latter days of the Tang Dynasty.

Could this group be from the Pai Sect?

Thud Thud Thud!

As he pondered, distant drum sounds suddenly erupted.

The dense drum beats were unsettling, causing the surrounding Poison Bees to fly erratically, nearly attacking Li Yan.

Lv San sensed something wrong and immediately used the demon gourd to retract.

Li Yan, however, looked grimly toward the distance.

He saw another group of white-robed men coming up the steep mountain path, each carrying a bamboo tube Netherworld Fire Pistol.

And in front of them, a red-robed Tibetan Monk was playing a hand drum.

The drum was ancient, surrounded by copper bells, and embellished with Tibetan silver patterns and decorated with agate and turquoise, colorful and striking.

The Tibetan Monk had a full beard, slightly blue eyes, some baldness, and walked barefoot through the mountains, incessantly reciting incantations, "Om, Banza, Sama Ya, Zaza."

His voice was eerie, like a demonic chant infiltrating the mind.

Then, Li Yan’s eyes widened in shock.

Behind them, rising red smoke lifted a Divine Statue, blurred yet discernible:

It was a woman with black skin, her mouth dripping with fresh blood and oil, wielding a human-head spear, her neck adorned with a skull garland, and a beating heart hanging as an ornament.

Around her body, numerous poisonous snakes coiled...