“This monk is somewhat glad that these once blood and tear soaked names did not resonate as much as you intended.” Master Liaoran smiled and nodded: “A good sign, don’t you think? Much time has passed, generations born, grown and aged. It’s long past the time when the notion that we should take debt on the children and children’s children’s futures be taken seriously. The council, this array, you, this monk - me. Into the history and shadows we shall all fade and the future for the future generations unlocked and unbounded.”
“You still do not understand.” The pale young man in a dark red suit shook his head, his voices were hoarse, and not as in sync with each other as before: “This thing, this very endeavor of ours - it cannot be stopped. It cannot halt, it cannot even slow. It’s a moving glacier, an incoming storm, an already surfaced earthquake. You cannot stop it. You cannot even think of stopping it.”
“Like what? Just like the old king of the desert, the perilous dragon Shyurak?” Master Liaoran chuckled.
The mere mention of this name rocked the entire space. The other names, it was expected that almost no one would recognize. But the name Shyurak would not be strange to anyone - it was told and spread time and again among the streets, between children, teenagers and even the occasional adults. The catastrophic menace, the scorching storm, the volcanic horror, the devourer of villages and cities, the deadly earth dragon, Shyurak.
“You know?” The pale young man in a dark red suit narrowed his eyes.
“Know what?” Master Liaoran chortled.
“You’ve pretended for long enough. This wouldn’t surprise me.” The pale young man shook his head and raised his right arm: “It matters not, none of you will be able to leave this place.”
“Do you really think this monk is so old and out of contact with the rest of the world, as to not know what this room is for?” Master Liaoran raised both his arms, this move made all the men in black all pointed their guns at him.
“There is enough fuel in this room to completely disrupt the Qiyun flow of the entire city.” The pale young man narrowed his eyes: “You wouldn’t dare.”
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“And the energy would completely destroy whatever spell you used in binding your tainted soul to that young body. All your planning and safety tricks, gone.” Master Liaoran smiled as both his palms glowed in golden: “How are you feeling, anyway? It was only a barely noticeable strike, but looks like you’re already suffering from it. Do you think the energy here would be stopped by your projection spell?”
Before the pale young man in a dark red suit could respond, Master Liaoran’s hands already turned to palms and unleashed two strikes at the armed formation on both flanks in front of him.
Two golden palm shadows manifested from Master Liaoran’s strikes, each swept through large sub groups of the men in black like two semi-transparent bulldozers. Right after this, his right foot stomped the ground, unleashing a golden shockwave around him.
Several glass cages cracked from the aftershock of the palm strikes and the golden shockwave, revealing previously invisible arrays and symbols embedded in the glass walls.
The men in black opened fire at the master. At least a dozen rifles roared at the same time, bullets hailed at the old monk, enough to turn any regular human into piles and piles of minced meat. But they did not even reach Master Liaoran, their travelling speed dropped off visibly as they approached the area around him, most of them even fell on the ground mid way. He resumed his attack on the armed men, charging at the pale young man in a dark red suit, while pointing and flicking his fingers at the enemies. At the same time, Marcus, Gloria and Keryn were only able to bring their civilian team mates with them as they tried to find shelter after hiding from the bullets, flying glass and rock splinters as they got torn down by gunfire.
Condensed streams of Qi shot by Master Liaoran landed straight at the armed men on their chests, abdomens and shoulders, debilitating them without outright taking their lives. A few bullets fired at close range got to him, but they bounced off his glowing skin and barely left any marks.
The pale young man opened his mouth wide and let out a screech. Black smoke poured from his mouth, with claws, hands and demonic faces manifesting from it. Just as the master got close, a headless demon with a gaping mouth on its chest lunged out of the smoke and swung two daggers made of jaw bones at his neck.
“Boom!” Master Liaoran unleashed one palm strike with his right hand, blasting the demon into ash and cinders. Then he landed a fist strike with his left hand on the pale young man’s chest. Golden light exploded from the impact, a stream of smoke shot from the young man’s back, while the young man’s body exploded and splashed gray green slime and tar all over the place.
Master Liaoran’s expression changed as he sensed the incoming gray green slime. He leapt backwards as fast as he could. But still, the front of his robe was still tainted by the slime.
“The Utter Unclean” - this substance was once called. It could not be made, but could only come as a by-product of dark rituals. It could rarely be kept for long, and would take immense effort and material to contain. And unfortunately for him - it was one of the few things that he had no ample experience or knowledge to handle.
“Marcus, Gloria. Find your way below. There must be another level below us.” Master Liaoran roared, blasting away a group of armed men in black in front of him before darting to the back of a glass cage.