CHAPTER 422: LION'S ROAR

Chapter 422: Lion's Roar

Inside the Burning Purity Holy Land.

Eight black dragons were pulling the sacred pavilion through the sky above the dungeon at breakneck speed.

Behind them trailed dozens of imposing Buddha statues that moved at a sluggish pace, utterly unable to catch up.

The scene looked somewhat comical.

"Stop running! You brat, if you've got the guts, come down from that chariot!"

Li Qingran glanced back and snorted at the furious old nun perched atop a Buddha statue's head: "Then why don't you stop chasing first?"

The old nun was formidable.

These Buddha statues were all powerful.

But they were too slow and lacked special attack methods. The statues relied solely on their indestructible bodies and terrifying brute strength - getting surrounded by them would indeed be disastrous.

Fortunately~

The Nine Dragon Sacred Pavilion her master gave her was proving invaluable.

Though the flood dragons would be killed if surrounded.

Having nine dragons take turns flying bought enough time to delay.

"Hold on! My master will return soon to avenge your brother!"

Li Qingran patted a dragon's massive head.

One flood dragon had already been surrounded and slain by the statues.

She'd stopped the others from rushing to retaliate.

That would've been like sending lambs to slaughter.

"Damnable girl!"

The old nun glared at the black flood dragons filling the sky, nearly bursting a vein.

Her controlled statues could fly too, but couldn't match these natural-born aerial predators. The Burning Purity Holy Land being attacked didn't concern her, but if the dungeon was compromised, Burning Karma would skin her alive! Ř𝘈ℕȮВЁṠ

Just imagining the potential torture made the old nun shiver.

She frowned and clenched her teeth.

At this point, she had to end things quickly.

"You brat, you've forced my hand!"

The nun bit her tongue sharply, spraying blood that formed crimson hands before a jar, rapidly forming seals as she roared: "Prajna Buddhas, Eight Direction Arhats, form the array now!"

As her voice faded, all thirty-six Buddha statues began glowing with Buddhist light.

They stopped chasing the flying sacred pavilion, instead moving toward the lotus pond's edges.

Li Qingran noticed the anomaly and looked down.

With earth-shaking booms, the entire lotus pond trembled as thirty-six stone pedestals rose around it, each statue taking its designated seat.

"Is this...an array formation?"

Li Qingran's brow furrowed.

Thirty-six pedestals must be secondary array eyes.

The primary array eye remained hidden.

These statues served as both materials and array vessels.

An uneasy feeling grew - after all this preparation, was the nun saving some devastating technique?

As the statues settled, the nun's blood hands shifted seals again as she snarled:

"Buddha's power, empower me!"

BOOM—!

All thirty-six statues faced the nun.

Golden Buddhist power surged from them, converging on the nun from all directions.

Nourished by this energy, the jar containing the nun shattered as flesh wildly regrew over her body - pale, rotting flesh reeking of decay.

"Kekeke! You forced this, brat!"

The nun's body became encased in corpse-flesh, transforming into a ten-zhang tall monstrosity, her unchanged head like a ball atop this pale meat-mountain.

"I didn't want to use this - each time costs part of my flesh...but no matter! After killing you and eating these eight little dragons, I'll have a new body!"

Seeing this transformation, Li Qingran immediately ordered the remaining dragons to ascend higher. Having fought the nun before, knowing her swords couldn't pierce the statues, she could only stall.

But her usual tactics wouldn't work now.

"Still running? Keke!"

The nun inhaled deeply.

Winds howled across the lotus pond, water churned, and vegetation whirled violently.

Spiritual energy converged like rivers to the sea as her upper body ballooned like a inflating balloon.

Then she cupped two pale hands before her mouth like a megaphone.

ROAR——!!! An earth-shaking lion's roar exploded forth!

Golden soundwaves rippled outward like invisible hammers, tearing through air into visible fan-shaped shockwaves.

Where they passed, stones shattered, trees snapped, and trenches were plowed into earth.

The devastating soundwaves rolled toward Li Qingran and the eight dragons.

Against the statues, they'd relied on the dragons' agility and speed to evade.

But this sonic attack was omnidirectional - no dodging, only defense.

The eight dragons encircled Li Qingran, concentrating demonic energy into protective barriers - crude but effective defenses.

Yet after enduring three shockwaves, the barriers shattered.

Li Qingran and the dragons were sent spinning dizzily, consciousness blurring as they plummeted uncontrollably.

Seeing her success, the nun ecstatically stretched grasping hands, drooling madly as she charged toward their falling forms.

But just before reaching them—

"BACK OFF—!"

A black blade wreathed in demonic flames descended from heaven, severing both arms in one flash.

A figure landed amidst churning demonic energy like black tides, nearly obscuring her form.

Only a pair of bloodthirsty crimson eyes pierced through the vortex, coldly locking onto the enemy.

"Demon cultivator?!" The nun stared incredulously at Mo Shumei: "You came with the True Martial Holy Land forces?" Her lips twisted grotesquely: "Good, excellent! The so-called righteous True Martial Holy Land consorting with demon cultivators? How delightful!"

Mo Shumei ignored her, glancing back at Li Qingran.

The eight dragons had protected her well, though the lion roar's effects still left them all dazed.

[Girl, I warned you - this Divine Transformation state lasts only one incense stick's time. After that, demonic backlash will—]

[I'm not joking this time - you're pushing too far! You could die!]

The demon blade at Mo Shumei's waist vibrated urgently.

She just gripped its hilt and snorted: "Shut up!"

In the next instant, she kicked off ground, phasing toward the statues like a ghost.

"DIE—!" Her blade traced a crescent of demonic energy through air.

The nun's regenerated arms crossed before her, stone-texture spreading visibly over pale flesh.

CRACK—!

With a metallic clang, a golden bell illusion manifested around her.

The vicious slash left only a faint black mark.

"So weak?" The nun's expression darkened as a grotesque smile spread:

"I don't know why you'd side with True Martial Holy Land...

But your flesh will make excellent nourishment!"