Using the Face-Hound to Pose as the Heavenly Dao

While everyone else was still watching, curious, awestruck, and at a complete loss, the bounty hunters made their move. Step one: telekinetic suppression. Put simply, they used telekinesis to force everyone to the ground, pressing everyone present into a kneeling posture. Supposing Yu Xian was hiding in the crowd, a Mighty One's pride would very likely drive him to resist, thereby exposing himself. Naturally, the bounty hunters present were already mentally prepared to sacrifice these avatars. After all, once Yu Xian was exposed, he would most likely strike, and their avatars would be doomed without a doubt. Yet that was precisely the outcome they wanted. In an instant, the three bounty hunters' eyes glowed with blue light at the same time. Blue telekinetic force acted directly upon everyone present. Those who had been standing were forced down by an immense pressure, dropping straight to their knees. This first wave of telekinesis was actually aimed at ordinary people. Consequently, many martial artists and imperial court experts gritted their teeth and held out, refusing to let themselves kneel, staring at the three bounty hunters with fury, bewilderment, and dread. "Protect His Majesty! Protect His Majesty! Men, protect His Majesty!" The old eunuch beside Emperor Kanglong was no weakling, and in this moment he shouted with fierce loyalty. One of the bounty hunters frowned and instantly looked toward the old eunuch, the blue light deep within his eyes immediately growing more concentrated. The blue light shrouding the old eunuch immediately altered its effect, lifting him straight off the ground into midair. Then the bounty hunter reached out and twisted his hand. With a bloodcurdling shriek from the old eunuch, his entire body was crushed and twisted into a mangled ball as if shoved into a juicer. Blood sprayed dozens of meters outward, showering numerous onlookers, who shivered in sheer terror. "I said, all who obstruct us... will be shown no mercy. Anyone else who makes noise will end up just like him," the bounty hunter said coldly, scanning the crowd. Yet barely had his words fallen when an ugly monk stepped steadily out of the crowd, stride by stride. Though still weighed down by telekinesis, he looked at the three bounty hunters and spoke: "Acting with such cruelty, it seems you are not immortals descended from above, but celestial demons from beyond! Even if this old monk must forfeit his life today, I shall purge evil and slay demons!" "I told you: all who obstruct us shall be shown no mercy!" The bounty hunter hadn't expected anyone to still disregard death like this, and layer upon layer of telekinesis crashed down on the monk. The ugly monk pressed his palms together with great difficulty and bellowed, "Amitabha Divine Art, First Form: Boundless Buddha Light Palm!" In an instant, his entire body radiated surging golden light. The terrifying brilliance shot straight into the sky, eventually coalescing into the colossal phantom of a Buddha. Facing the three bounty hunters, the ugly monk struck straight out with a palm. The Amitabha Divine Art could be considered the true number-one divine art of this world. At least before Yu Xian brought out the Hands of Total Disfigurement and the Divine Art of Graceful Elegance, it had been the strongest technique in existence here. Its strength lay in having a floor but no ceiling—as long as the practitioner staked their life, they could unleash a strike of immense power. The bounty hunters had underestimated their foe. After all, the ugly monk was an old monk who had cultivated for over ninety years, and he had also practiced the Hands of Total Disfigurement, which had drastically enhanced his strength. If Yu Xian had not made a move first this time, this ugly monk might very well have been the reclusive master who forced Emperor Kanglong to abandon his purge of the martial world. Caught completely off guard, the three bounty hunters were struck simultaneously by the radiant palm, each spitting a mouthful of blood as they were thrown backward through the air. They did indeed possess System Rank strength, but it relied entirely on superpowers rather than true cultivation. Consequently, they had a weakness: their physical bodies were not strong enough. The monk's life-sacrificing strike landed squarely upon them, warping their bodies like battered sacks. By the time they crashed down from the arena stage, they no longer resembled human beings. Of course, after that single palm strike, the ugly monk shriveled like dried radish, closing his eyes and drawing his last breath. "Master!" Seeing this, several monks cried out in grief. Yet someone noticed that the bounty hunters' bodies were rapidly regenerating and immediately shouted in alarm, "Not good! The celestial demons aren't dead yet! Weed them out by the roots, quickly!" "Charge! Don't give them a chance!" someone barked. Many martial artists and imperial court experts stood on a united front this time. They swarmed the three bounty hunters' bodies, attacking maniacally. The internal energy of the Hands of Total Disfigurement could blend together seamlessly; when everyone struck together, the identical moves merged into one, multiplying their power hundreds of times over. In an instant, the three bounty hunters' bodies were pulverized into paste. Even so, the bounty hunters' mangled remains continued to squirm and regenerate, exhibiting terrifying vitality. "Burn them with fire! I don't believe they can regenerate once turned to ash!" someone said through gritted teeth. Blending in among the crowd, Yu Xian sighed softly. It seemed he wouldn't be able to fish in troubled waters and slip away unnoticed after all. These people couldn't possibly kill the three bounty hunters. Burning them was utterly useless. Though the three had been reduced to this state because of carelessness against the ugly monk, they could fully recover as long as they were given time. Moreover, these three bodies possessed various immunities; ordinary fire, lightning, water, ice, acid, and toxins had no effect on them. For a mid-tier martial world to kill these aggregates packed with extraordinary genes, there was only one way: dispatch enough masters to stand guard day and night, attacking without pause until they were thoroughly dead. As for the time required, roughly a thousand years would do. The problem was... there were still bounty hunters stationed aboard the spaceship in the sky. If Yu Xian did not intervene, these planets would likely be slaughtered by the enraged bounty hunters. Bounty hunters were originally a bunch of cultivators chasing profit. Though some were good people, the vast majority were ordinary people. "Ordinary people" here meant their nature was neither strictly good nor evil. If they hadn't suffered a major loss, they might have left once their investigation concluded to avoid unnecessary complications. But having suffered such a massive blow, anyone with power would seek revenge. Yu Xian was no saint. Strictly speaking, if a truly good person scored 100 points, he would probably be around 60—slightly better than average, but certainly not by much. Yet this matter had started because of him. Sitting idly by would inevitably lead to widespread slaughter, so he had to step in and intervene. Just as he prepared to act, however, he suddenly noticed Little Face-Hound glaring furiously at the spaceship in the sky. Stunned for a moment, the realization dawned on him: Little Face-Hound was the Heavenly Dao of this world, while the bounty hunters were effectively celestial demons from beyond. How could the Heavenly Dao welcome celestial demons from beyond? Unless those people possessed strength comparable to his own, they were bound to be targeted by the Heavenly Dao. Yu Xian had originally prepared himself to be exposed, but at this moment, a new thought crossed his mind. Since Little Face-Hound was on his side, why not use the Face-Hound to pose as the Heavenly Dao and teach these bounty hunters a lesson in the name of Heaven?