Supreme Warrior in the City
Chapter 325 - 324 Divine Sovereign

Chapter 325: Chapter 324 Divine Sovereign

The situation this time was completely different from before; the Buddhist power directly merged with the golden light.

At this moment, Su Yang also had a miraculous feeling, as if he had transformed into the Buddha himself. Unconsciously, he started to sit cross-legged and chant the mantra, "Om mani padme hum!"

With each recitation, Su Yang’s body grew an inch. Before long, his body had doubled in size, and he had to bend over or else he would touch the ceiling.

After taking a deep breath, Su Yang dispersed the Buddha force from his body, and his size slowly shrank back to normal.

In this short period, Su Yang had thoroughly researched the prayer beads and understood the power of the six-syllable mantra. As for the beads themselves, they were not that important to him anymore.

However, since they were a superior magical artifact with strong defensive capabilities, Su Yang naturally wouldn’t dispose of them carelessly. He decided to give the prayer beads to Fatty. Although Fatty was practicing the Returning Dream Technique, his time in cultivation was short, and his strength had yet to catch up.

The Zhou Family matter ultimately ended with the family compensating several billion.

The Zhou Family knew about Su Yang taking away the eighty billion, but they had also investigated his identity and knew he was someone they couldn’t afford to provoke. Thus, in the end, they could only grit their teeth and swallow their losses.

Compensating these billions was nearly fatal for the current Zhou Family. They were nearly finished, and paying out such a large sum was more than they could bear!

However, the members of the Zhou Family were also shrewd, and after finding out the relationship between Zhou Yinghao and Su Yang from indirect sources, they immediately began to woo Zhou Yinghao. They openly declared that Zhou Yinghao was a member of the Zhou family, even going so far as to include his family in the family genealogy, assigning them a high status.

Although Zhou Yinghao didn’t care at all about this matter, the Zhou Family was relentless. Moreover, this tactic actually worked to some extent; many who had formerly been covetous of the Zhou Family held back for the time being.

After all, no one in Pingnan Province wanted to provoke Su Yang now.

...

The night had fallen, and in an abandoned shack in the North Suburb of Zhongzhou.

In the darkness, a panting figure approached.

The moonlight revealed the man’s true face, and it was none other than Eight-Faced Yama.

Eight-Faced Yama looked around to make sure he wasn’t followed, then quietly entered the shack.

It was May, and Pingnan Province had already entered the hot weather season. However, upon entering the shack, Eight-Faced Yama couldn’t help but shiver.

The shack felt like an ice cellar, so cold that even Eight-Faced Yama found it hard to bear.

While looking around, suddenly, he felt a chill on his neck as a long blade was placed against it.

Eight-Faced Yama shuddered, then forced a smile and said, "Ghost Grandpa, you’ve finally arrived!"

A figure emerged from the darkness, standing at barely a meter and a half. His face was so hideously ugly that a single glance could haunt one’s nightmares. In his hand, he gripped a thick-backed sabre with a terrifying skull for a handle and a blade covered in intricate patterns, stained with spots of blood as if it had drunk from countless kills.

This man was none other than Ghost Blade Mo Qianli, once a name that echoed through Pingnan Province, and the master of Three-blade Huang Beilun!

Mo Qianli walked with a limp, his eyes fixed intently on Eight-Faced Yama. Even a man like Eight-Faced Yama couldn’t help but feel his scalp tingle and his heart tremble at the sight.

"Ghost Grandpa, lately, that Su Yang has been particularly prominent. I have arranged this May’s Dragon Head Meeting according to your instructions, and Pingbei Province will also be involved," said Eight-Faced Yama hesitantly, his voice low. "But, Ghost Grandpa, why involve Pingbei Province? This is about the power distribution of Pingnan Province, and it has nothing to do with Pingbei Province!"

Mo Qianli limped over to the side of the bed and sat down, his voice cold. "With just Pingnan Province, the control remains entirely in the hands of the Ten Great Families. Adding Pingbei Province to the mix dilutes their control significantly, making our actions much more convenient!"

"Oh!" Eight-Faced Yama’s eyes brightened with understanding, and he nodded. "Ghost Grandpa’s considerations are indeed thorough. However, this Su Yang, his strength seems to have increased recently. Last time, he even dared to challenge Wang Wanli, this... "

"So what!" Mo Qianli said coldly. "What is Wang Wanli? When I was not in Pingnan, he secured the title of second in Pingnan Province. If I had been here, would he count as second?"

Eight-Faced Yama nodded repeatedly. "With Ghost Grandpa’s strength, Wang Wanli is not worth mentioning!"

"Hmph, I know you still fear them," said Mo Qianli coldly. "Let me tell you the truth, I’m here not only to kill that Su Yang but also to suppress the Ten Great Families. Even the title of first in Pingnan Province needs to change hands!"

"Ah?" Eight-Faced Yama’s eyes widened, and in a quiet voice, he said, "Ghost Grandpa, that... that’s Sword Saint Ye Jiansheng, right? Are... are you really prepared to battle with Sword Saint Ye Jiansheng? I heard that Ye Jiansheng has returned to Pingnan. This... this isn’t appropriate, right?"

"Don’t worry, I know my own limits!" Mo Qianli said coldly. "Of course, I’m no match for Ye Jiansheng, but when the time comes, someone will personally deal with Ye Jiansheng!"

"Oh?" Eight-Faced Yama’s spirits lifted, and, animated, he asked, "Who? Could it be a master from the Heavenly List?"

"A master from the Heavenly List? Hmph!" Mo Qianli snorted disdainfully and suddenly shouted, "Blind to Mount Tai, the true person is before you, and you still don’t kneel!"

Eight-Faced Yama, taken aback, watched as ripples seemed to undulate around the bed beside Mo Qianli. As the ripples dissipated slowly, a completely naked man appeared on the bed.

The man’s real age was indiscernible; his hair was grizzled, yet his features resembled those of someone in their twenties or thirties. Beneath him lay another figure, but it could hardly be called human anymore; it was a mummified corpse, seemingly drained of all vitality, barely recognizable as a woman.

"Greetings, Divine Sovereign!" Ghost Blade Mo Qianli prostrated himself on the ground and shouted loudly.

Only then did Eight-Faced Yama snap back to reality, and quickly followed suit, kneeling on the ground and trembling, "Greetings, Divine Sovereign!"

The man paid them no mind and meditated cross-legged for a while, his gray hair slowly turning back to black, transforming into a handsome young man.

Opening his eyes, he glanced at Eight-Faced Yama and said coldly, "So you’re Eight-Faced Yama."

"Indeed, it is I!" Eight-Faced Yama said, his voice shaking. Anyone referred to as Divine Sovereign by Ghost Blade Mo Qianli was no ordinary being; he must be at least at the level of a Terrestrial Immortal!

"Good!" The man slowly nodded. "This time, you will help me deal with the Ten Great Families. Once I kill Ye Jiansheng and sweep the Ten Great Families, the entirety of Pingnan Province will be left with just one underground dragon head—that will be you!"