I Can See Your Combat Power

Chapter 919: Chapter Two Hundred and Thirteen: The Thunder Punishment

Tang Luo raised his eyes and observed that the predominant feature of this group of girls was their beautiful faces, and they were also quite young—the youngest looked to be only about thirteen or fourteen, and the oldest did not exceed twenty.

Perhaps it was indeed a favor of the heavens, the men on Vimazhita’s plane generally had appearances that were difficult to speak highly of, but the women were endowed with dignified and proper beauty. Just by looking at their faces, there truly was a touch of divine quality.

From the moment the candidates for holy women emerged one after another, Dongzhi’s heart had been in a tight knot. Although he had great confidence in his younger sister, seeing so many girls with the temperament and appearance comparable to Sang Lu’s still worried him.

Watching the nobles from Hyderabad and the Feitian Clan, as they placed a coin-like golden token at the feet of a certain candidate and respectfully bowed before leaving, Dongzhi became even more anxiously craning his neck to see.

This was where being tall had its advantage—standing in a corner of the square, average people’s height reached only up to Tang Luo’s chest, so he could clearly see the situation of the golden tokens being cast by the nobles of Hyderabad. Currently, Sang Lu was not in the lead and was in the middle pack, leading Tang Luo to ask, “How many holy women are selected in total?”

Without turning his head, Dongzhi stretched forward, grabbing the shoulder of the man in front of him and poking his head out, “Sometimes three, sometimes four, never more than five.”

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Tang Luo glanced again at the number of golden tokens in front of each candidate for the holy women and said indifferently, “What happens if one is not selected?”

“Impossible not to be selected!” Dongzhi declared decisively. After a while, as if somewhat uncertain, he added, “My sister is only sixteen. If she’s not selected this time, there’s always the next time!”

After looking at Dongzhi, Tang Luo fell silent. Although he did not think being a holy woman was such a desirable position, since Dongzhi was so obsessed, he didn’t feel obliged to remind him otherwise—it was just a pity for a girl as pure as a white lotus.

Just when it seemed that Sang Lu would return empty-handed, who could really tell how things would turn out until the very last moment? The nobles and the Feitian who voted later gave more of their golden tokens to Sang Lu.

Because Sang Lu’s beauty was like a refreshing spring that touched the heart, perhaps at first glance it appeared merely elegant, but the longer one looked, the more beautiful she seemed. As for the other dazzling candidates, after the initial dazzling impression faded, they no longer attracted attention as they once did.

Thus, the golden tokens at Sang Lu’s feet swiftly accumulated, leaving the other candidates far behind. When the elder of the Kroha Temple announced that Sang Lu was the chosen holy woman for their temple to worship the Rakshasa deity, Dongzhi leapt up dancing, not even having time to wipe away the tears that flew sideways, shouting with great joy.

Perhaps to the young Dongzhi, his sister serving the Rakshasa guardian deity was an incredible stroke of good fortune. But it was only Tang Luo who saw the bewilderment and helplessness in the young girl’s eyes when the temple elder declared Sang Lu as a holy woman. Perhaps she wanted to find her brother, but the temple’s platform was simply too vast, the congregation too large. She couldn’t locate her brother hidden amidst the crowd, and from that moment on, she was a holy woman of the Vitar Temple, dedicating her life to the followers of Rakshasa, bidding farewell to her kin forever.

Following the conclusion of the selection of the holy women, the crowning peak of the temple festival finally arrived—the transition between the old and new heads of the Kroha Temple, the beginning of the enshrinement of the new idols!

The figure resembling a Rakshasa, Master Keluota, showed neither sadness nor joy as he stepped into the void under the watchful eyes of the believers. Just as the new god they eagerly awaited seemed about to fall from the towering temple platform, a golden lotus flower suddenly appeared beneath his feet.

Master Keluota, walking in the void, produced lotus flowers at each step. Behind him rose a ray of Buddha’s light that stretched thousands of feet into the sky, and the Dharma Aspect belonging solely to the Asura God appeared on the horizon. Upon witnessing such a miracle, the thousands of believers present were overcome with emotion, shedding tears of excitement as they knelt on the ground.

Master Keluota walked to the center of the square above, sat down cross-legged, and spoke a resounding Buddhist verse that echoed throughout the entire square. It seemed as if only his voice remained in all of Hyderabad, and even those who had not come to worship knelt devoutly upon hearing it.

I thought this guy would enjoy his moment and be done with it, but little did I expect him to go on and on. An impatient Tang Luo lifted up Dongzhi, who was prostrate on the ground, and asked, “What is this guy saying?”

The terrified Dongzhi, who did not dare to put down the Buddhist scriptures he was holding, explained helplessly, “Master Keluota just interpreted the scriptures and is now explaining why he is defying the Dharma-protecting deity with the thunder as his path.”

“Ha, is that so?” Tang Luo put down Dongzhi and turned his head to look at the highly sacred Master Keluota in the sky, behind the Gou Chen Mask his face bore an expression of nausea and disgust.

They say a lie told a thousand times becomes the truth, but it was hard for him to imagine how, as a cultivator, one could dare to falsely claim such feats. Was he not afraid that the rightful deity would reveal his lies in a fit of anger, or did he believe that the ignorant believers would never trust anyone else, and that with the backing of the Feitian Clan, he would not be punished?

It was truly laughable. A fierce light flashed in Tang Luo’s eyes, and a surge of wicked energy he could no longer suppress controlled the thirty-six Fallen Imperial Magnetic Beads, which silently leaped like meteors into the sky towards the city’s outskirts. As the magnetic currents stirred, a silent Yuan Magnetic Storm was brewing outside the city, and the oblivious Master Keluota continued to repeat his self-righteous lies.

“I really want to see how this ‘new god’ who preaches thunder as his path will explain himself if he’s struck dead by lightning!”

On the temple’s high platform, Master Jiuta glanced at the distant sky, and a smile suddenly emerged in his usually calm eyes. He instructed the elders beside him, “When the temple opens soon, believers will surely rush in. The current temple guards are insufficient to maintain order. You will commandeer the remaining temple guards from inside the temple to manage the order of the major halls. We must uphold the dignity of the temple and prevent chaos!”

The elders thought it made sense and left after giving Master Jiuta a Buddhist salute. With all the believers currently drawn to Master Keluota in the void, nobody noticed that of the high priests standing on the temple, only Master Jiuta remained.

The storm stirred by the thirty-six Fallen Imperial Magnetic Beads grew fiercer, and the rumbling thunder could no longer be concealed. An astonishing Yuan Magnetic Storm rushed towards Hyderabad, and in an instant, the sky darkened. Master Keluota, who was preaching in front of the temple, panicked at the sight of the Yuan Magnetic Storm. Just as he attempted to control the Asura Dharma Aspect to tear through the thunderclouds, he heard the shocked cries of countless believers, and a frantic warning from his divine sense made Master Keluota quickly turn around.

He saw a Rahula Dharma Aspect, three times the size of his own Asura Dharma Aspect, emerge on the horizon. With four hands wielding Blood Fiend weapons, it tore apart his Asura Dharma Aspect in a single strike. At the same time, the thunderbolts from within the Yuan Magnetic Storm crashed down, drowning out all of Master Keluota’s sounds.