Marionette

"May I ask, Grandmaster: what is an Enemy of the Buddha?" The monk said slowly, "Those who obstruct the Dao may all be called Enemies of the Buddha; that is the original meaning of the term. Yet across the most recent epochs, the Enemy of the Buddha refers to only one person. This being cannot be described, cannot be fathomed, cannot be named. Bound by the restrictions of Primal Chaos, I cannot explain clearly to you what it truly is, either. I can only tell you one thing: across the myriad heavens and realms, all refer to him as the 'Sovereign Lord.'" "Which Sovereign Lord?" Wei Yuan asked. There were quite a few beings whose honorific titles included 'Sovereign Lord'. Longying Celestial God, Jiao Gongzhi, Que Fulei, and the others instantly widened their eyes, expressions of utter disbelief on their faces. The first thing Han Lin needed to do was rescue Bai Lian. By Han Lin's reckoning, with Xu Xuelai in his hands, those people would not kill Bai Lian outright, but would instead use Bai Lian's life as leverage to make demands. Humiliation, fury, and alarm surged in the Blood God's heart, yet having witnessed Fang Qing's methods, he no longer dared to act rashly. "Renkuo, Bing'er didn't run off this time to cause trouble. She went to find a snow lotus that could heal my injuries. Look, this is the Seven-Leaf Snow Lotus she brought back from outside. Don't blame her anymore," the old man on the bed said slowly. Early in the morning, with no one up to make breakfast, Wang Zha got to work himself and prepared breakfast for them, then gave Liu Yifei a phone call. Seeing that what Lan Ke'er held in her hand was actually Xuanbao, Pei Youyou hurriedly grabbed her arm, terrified that Lan Ke'er might kill Chu Nian in a fit of rage. At this moment, the venue's white lights went out, switching to stage laser effects. Pumping DJ music burst forth, and under the continuous play of light and shadow, Mo Lisha followed four courtesans across the floor, driving the venue's atmosphere into a frenzy. This Chu Nian was actually from the Southern Border, and cultivated both martial and spiritual paths, yet possessed no immortal root—an extraordinarily peculiar kind of martial artist. The "procurement" here referred to Ruo Baiyi selling her handmade clothes to Mo Lisha. Although Mo Lisha had only been speaking off the cuff back then, once you boarded the ship, you couldn't just jump into the sea whenever you pleased. In truth, exchanging blows with Leng Cuiyan was merely an excuse; spending more time with Long Bufan was the real motive. Yet Long Bufan was utterly oblivious to it. Upon clearly recognizing that the ones following behind Fang Zhongjin were none other than Hong Ji and Hong Du, they hurriedly lowered their heads. Although the 150,000-strong army of [Slaying Chiyou] formed a triangle, the distance between the two towns and one township was still several kilometers. Moving at full speed, the armies could reinforce each other within ten minutes. When the black mist lingered for a few breaths as usual and then slowly dissipated, two figures suddenly appeared out of thin air, tumbling from high above and slamming onto the dark-red ground with a heavy thud. Though the sun still shone glaringly upon the mountain-opening square, everyone was as quiet as cicadas in winter, as if a genuine chill were quietly creeping up their spines. You have only yourself to blame for being too flashy! A tree taller than the forest is bound to be broken by the wind; just as a person fears fame, a pig fears getting fat! Don't you even understand such a simple truth? One had to realize that although martial artists were fierce and valiant, facing a well-trained army was like plunging a sharp blade into a torrential flood. "I leave this place to you. Pursue them for 10 li, then return here to set up defenses." Jiang Zhuo entrusted the defense of this spot to Mei Xin Mei Fei; even in the shallows, one couldn't just come ashore anywhere. Lu Jing's gaze turned chillingly cold as he pressed his advantage and charged forward. A colossal Pangu axe descended from the heavens, cleaving through everything in its path. Mo Wuyi shrieked in agony, struggling to resist, but was utterly powerless. "You were sent by that Zhou fellow, weren't you?" Lin Tao glanced around. He didn't see anyone familiar from this afternoon, yet even so, he couldn't imagine who else would come looking for trouble with him. In the next moment, Luo Che's palm was pierced straight through by the purple dagger as easily as if it were poking into tofu. "No, take your time chatting." The pianist waved with great poise, then drove away.