Chapter 680: Kicked an Iron Plate! (3)
Translator: _Min_
Her destructive power was indeed formidable, capable of annihilating a small forest in the Muston Dukedom on her own.
The night was tranquil, and Yu Xiheng sat quietly for a while before he removed his suit jacket and draped it over Si Fuqing’s shoulders.
He too closed his eyes, content to simply be by her side.
Meanwhile, Master Mingdeng had pinpointed Si Fuqing’s location.
The night, naturally sparse in human presence and situated in a remote area, had no other souls around.
Master Mingdeng, tilting his head, noticed the pair ahead—a man and a woman. His brow furrowed in concern.
The complication of another person by her side meant he could not make his move easily.
This matter involved supernatural forces, not something ordinary people should meddle with.
He intended to strike when Si Fuqing was alone, making sure not to be seen by anyone else.
Master Mingdeng set his zen staff aside and seated himself cross-legged.
But just as Master Mingdeng had settled, Yu Xiheng, holding Si Fuqing’s arm, tightened his grip gently.
“Guests should come forth openly, why hide?” he spoke without any emotions in his tone. “Since you are here, why not come out and we can discuss matters openly, perhaps even candidly.”
His tone was calm, yet his words carried weight.
His voice was neither high nor low, yet it carried an immense power of deterrence.
Master Mingdeng suddenly stood up, his expression drastically changing!
Having trained for over seventy years, enough to preside over Guanghua Temple, Master Mingdeng was well aware of the existence of evolved beings and Masters of Yin-yang.
He knew his physical cultivation was no match for these naturally gifted individuals.
Yet, it wasn’t something easily perceivable by the ordinary eye.
“If you insist on hiding and refuse to show yourself,” Yu Xiheng slowly opened his eyes, revealing a cool depth in his light amber pupils. “Then, I must take action myself.”
With a swish, he suddenly opened his folding fan, and twelve silver long nails shot out at an incredible speed, leaving only trails in their wake.
The silver nails tore through the air, sounding almost like it was being ripped apart.
Master Mingdeng barely had time to react.
By the time he collected himself, the twelve silver nails were already upon him.
He was shocked, hastily raising his zen staff to defend.
But the force of the silver nails was too great, and Master Mingdeng’s staff struggled to withstand them.
In a moment of panic, he rolled on the ground, narrowly evading the attack.
“Swish, swish, swish!”
The twelve silver nails buried themselves into the ground around him.
Master Mingdeng looked down, his pupils sharply contracting.
Could this be the work of the MO Family?
Had this troublemaker aligned with the MO FamilVs methods?
How much luck was stolen from Ji Qingwei?
Master Mingdeng steadied himself on his staff and stood up with difficulty.
Though he had avoided the hidden weapons, his body was marked with numerous injuries.
He was a sorry sight, far from the composed appearance of a high monk. Master Mingdeng took a few breaths before looking up. “Sir…”
The man sat quietly on the chair, holding the girl with one arm and protecting her head with his other hand.
He had also carefully placed earplugs and a hat on her.
His narrow phoenix eyes slightly raised, his presence was naturally majestic, fierce and decisive.
Master Mingdeng was utterly astonished.
There was no need for calculations to see it.
The man’s aura was overwhelmingly strong.
Merely sitting there, there was a constant flow of energy converging towards him.
This was not merely others’ luck but the power of faith transformed from immense popularity.
Imperial luck, the destiny of an emperor!