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The Holy Overlord was acutely aware of his own feelings of envy and resentment. When Misha revealed herself, the Holy Overlord felt quite uncomfortable, wallowing in self-pity for a while, filled with malice.
You’ve had some good fortune, but it’s a pity that your talent is too poor. Even with the bloodline, you still look like a half-human, half-beast. You've brought shame to the Qilin Bloodline.
Don’t you enjoy being a monk or a cook? Let me give you an opportunity. If you willingly give me your bloodline, I will return you to an ordinary life. We can both get what we desire, how about that?
Misha, knowing his true nature, would not trust him.
The Qilin inheritance comes with the bloodline, and he had only acquired a few remnants. Faced with a cunning and ruthless Qilin Beast that was close to merging, his chances of winning were slim.
Misha naturally chose the most suitable option, especially since the opponent was unfamiliar with her attack methods; she would counter with Buddha Cultivation.
This was the first time the Holy Overlord heard Misha chant the Sutra. He vaguely remembered Yuanhui mentioning that Misha had exceptional talent in Buddha Cultivation. At that time, he had scoffed at it and didn’t want to listen further, fearing it would tarnish the ears of a divine beast.
In this moment, he truly understood just how high Misha's talent in Buddha Cultivation was.
Before the last note of the first line of the Sutra faded away, it calmed the beastly aura within him that had troubled him for many years.
This beastly aura came from his offspring. Every time he boasted about how well he had merged, only he knew the pain behind it. After all, it stemmed from multiple entities; how could there be perfect fusion?
As for this son of his, having stayed in Puzhao Temple for decades, it seemed like he had merged quite well on the surface. Had he known earlier that this method was effective, why would he have traveled far and wide seeking a solution? He could have simply sought out a temple and knocked on Muyu’s door.
As for the issue of talent in Buddha Cultivation, there was no reason for his son to succeed while he could not.
It was just unfortunate that he realized this too late.
The Holy Overlord thought again—no! It’s not too late!
At this moment, the second line of the Sutra began. The beastly aura showed signs of gradually merging, and the Holy Overlord was overjoyed but also cautious.
He did not believe Misha had such good intentions; there must be some ulterior motive. However, at this moment, he was extremely tempted by Misha's Buddha Cultivation methods. So he called out, if I had known you possessed such abilities earlier, why would I have drawn my sword against you here?
Child, let’s change our agreement. I won’t kill you if you help me merge; how does that sound?
You should have some information about the drawbacks of merging in your inheritance. I’ve been tormented by them daily and am in great pain. Your chanting has a soothing effect.
If you assist me in merging, not only will I spare your life, but I can also help you find a bloodline suitable for your fusion. After all, I know more about our clan's position than you do. Together as father and son, we can bring forth two divine beasts into this world; what do you say?
Misha remained focused on reciting the Sutra and was unmoved.
The Holy Overlord thought it must be due to his poor reputation and thus assured her: if you don’t believe me, I am willing to make a Heaven and Earth Contract as proof. If I break my promise, I shall die without a burial place.
The Heaven and Earth Contract uses heaven and earth as mediators; even divine beasts cannot violate it or find loopholes—his sincerity was evident.
Misha had made up her mind to get rid of him. The long-lost feeling of comfort within the Holy Overlord allowed him to relax his guard a little. He was confident that no one could refuse his goodwill. Facing the rising sunlight, he squinted his eyes and stole a moment of leisure.
At that moment, Misha's chanting suddenly changed in tone, striking the Holy Overlord like a sudden storm. Caught completely off guard, he found himself unable to evade the invisible notes that drilled into his body. As the cheerful melody began, the beastly essence within him stirred once more. Upon closer inspection, the agitation was different from before. The Holy Overlord looked at Misha in astonishment; all the effort he had put into seizing the beastly essence was now turning against him at Misha's command.
His internal organs felt as if they were being violently assaulted. The Holy Overlord was defenseless, writhing in pain with his massive body. With a sweep of his tail, the house collapsed; with a stomp of his foot, the ground shattered; with a wave of his massive hand, trees fell like dominoes.
For the first time, fear of death surged within him. This son was clearly out to destroy him! No matter how he reasoned or pleaded, it seemed he was determined to bring about his demise. Why should he care about such meager familial ties?
In a fit of rage, he roared—a sound akin to a qilin that shook the heavens and earth. The source of the sound rapidly expanded, and with just one wave, it shattered half of the buildings in the state, leaving countless unknown casualties in its wake.
Then came a second roar. During the first roar, everyone had been caught off guard; now they were all on high alert. Sang Qingxiao took control while others prepared to attack.
The second wave of sound did not fully transmit before a third began again. At this point, the Holy Overlord was in a state that could be considered half-qilin. Every move he made carried significant impact, making Sang Qingxiao appear diminutive before him as she struggled to maintain this space.
The Demon Catching Power within her was depleting rapidly. Just as she was trying to find a solution, Old Vine broke through the ground to support her, quickly replenishing her pure Demon Catching Power. Old Vine felt both pained and worried.
All the effort spent gathering spiritual energy had been exhausted on him; Old Man knew that Lifespan would take a significant hit because of this!
Sang Qingxiao smiled. "Weren't you hiding just now? This qilin roar has affected the entire city; where could I possibly hide? It's complete chaos outside now. When the buildings collapsed, I reacted quickly and extended my vines throughout the city to support all the structures, giving everyone time to escape."
Sang Qingxiao was somewhat surprised by his reaction. "Old Vine, your merit is boundless!"
The old man puffed up with pride. "Of course! Were there many casualties?"
"There are some," she replied. "I've done my best to support them, but it won't last long. Some people are immobile and without assistance; they couldn't be rescued. However, the number of casualties is still within a controllable range."
I have truly done my best, and so has Xiao Ye. She learned from me and took on some of my burdens. After finally managing to grow a few leaves, they were all broken, and it will take quite some time to recover.
Fortunately, the Holy Overlord possesses Bloodthirst, which provides some concealment; what is happening inside cannot be seen from the outside. The entire city believes it is just Tremor. Everyone is currently working together to save themselves.
Sang Qingxiao felt a heavy weight in his heart. After all, the casualties were caused by their actions. If only the plan had been more thorough, if they had lured the Holy Overlord outside the city in advance, the disaster within could have been completely avoided.
But now that they were in the midst of battle, with attention scattered and no way out, Sang Qingxiao quickly pulled himself out of his sorrowful thoughts. Looking at the arena, both sides were at a stalemate.
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