Conferred Gods: Master Tongtian is my master

Chapter 307: 9 Dragon Island 4 Saints Linsi Water Pass

When Yu Hua heard this, a hint of anger flashed in his eyes, but more of it was reluctance and helplessness.

He knew that he could no longer stand up and compete with Manjusri Bodhisattva.

However, he did not want to give in, so he endured the pain in his body and taunted again:

"Humph! Mercy? Are you worthy of saying these two words? If you want to take action, hurry up and don't waste my time, you hypocritical person."

When Manjusri Bodhisattva heard this, a trace of anger flashed across his face, but it was quickly covered up by his calm expression.

He slowly walked to Yu Hua, looked down at him, and spoke with a hint of indifference and majesty:

"go to hell!"

After saying that, Manjusri Bodhisattva slowly raised his hand, and a spell condensed and attacked Yu Hua.

"puff--!!!"

Yu Hua, who was hit by the magic, vomited blood, fell to the ground, and the light in his eyes gradually faded.

When the Shang army soldiers on the city wall saw this scene, they all looked nervous, holding weapons in their hands, with awe and determination in their eyes.

Manjusri Bodhisattva watched coldly, with a gleam of sharpness in his eyes. Then, he shouted at the Sishui Pass tower:

"If you don't open the city gate, this man will end up like you."

Although Manjusri Bodhisattva said so, he would never attack mortals. Otherwise, he would be entangled by karma and would not be able to survive this killing calamity.

After saying that, he waved his hand gently, and a flash of light appeared in the void. Yu Hua's body instantly turned into ashes and disappeared into nothingness.

This scene made everyone on and off the city wall feel a chill in their hearts. The air seemed to freeze and even breathing became cautious.

At this time, King Wucheng Huang Feihu also came to the top of the city wall. He was wearing armor and looked heroic, but when he saw the scene below the city, he couldn't help but frown.

He knew that at that moment, no one in Sishui Pass could compete with Manjusri Bodhisattva.

Huang Feihu thought about it secretly, but he had no idea what to do. He sighed helplessly and prepared to order the soldiers to hang up the banner of no war and wait for the arrival of reinforcements.

However, just as he was about to give the order, the sound of hurried footsteps interrupted his thoughts.

"Report! Your Highness, four monks suddenly appeared in the city and want to see you!" A soldier hurried over and reported nervously.

Huang Feihu's heart moved when he heard this. He turned around and looked at the soldier sharply:

"People who practice Taoism? What are their characteristics? Where do they come from?"

The soldier quickly replied: "They are wearing Taoist robes, holding magical instruments, and have extraordinary temperament."

"One of them claimed to be from Jiulong Island, and the other three must be from the same place. They claimed that they had something important to discuss with the prince, about how to deal with the current crisis."

Huang Feihu was silent for a moment after hearing this. He knew very well that Sishui Pass was facing unprecedented challenges at this time, and perhaps these four Taoists could bring a ray of hope.

So he decided to meet these four people in person.

"Bring them to see me." Huang Feihu ordered, with a hint of expectation and caution in his tone.

Soon after, four monks were brought to the top of the city wall.

They wore flowing Taoist robes, held various magical instruments in their hands, and exuded a faint fairy aura.

One of the Taoist priests who looked older stepped forward and saluted Huang Feihu and said:

"Greetings, King Wucheng. We are cultivators from Jiulong Island. We are invited by Shen Gongbao, the liaison officer in front of the Great Shang Army, to come and help."

"Although we are not talented, we are willing to help King Wucheng solve his problems."

That’s right, these four people are none other than the Four Saints of Jiulong Island – Wang Mo, Yang Sen, Gao Youqian and Li Xingba. They are also the first wave of people invited by Shen Gongbao to the list.

Huang Feihu looked at the four cultivators with a sharp gaze, thinking to himself, "A liaison officer in front of the battlefield? Who is Shen Gongbao?"

However, he knew that this was not important, as anyone who came to support Da Shang was one of their own.

Especially now, when we need more people, maybe these four people can really solve the problem of Sishui Pass. So, Huang Feihu slowly said:

"Thank you four immortals for coming to help. Sishui Pass is facing unprecedented challenges now. If we can get the help of the immortals, we will be able to resolve this crisis. I wonder if the four immortals have any good plans?"

Wang Mo smiled and said, "Don't worry, King Wucheng. We will definitely help you to solve the problem of Sishui Pass."

Huang Feihu's face lit up with joy when he heard this, as if he saw the dawn of hope.

He walked forward excitedly, pointing at the figure of the man under the city, with a hint of indignation in his voice:

"Four immortals, please look, this Taoist priest under the city has been shouting and provoking us before you came."

"Although I am brave, I also know that there are always people better than me. It is a great honor for Sishui Pass to meet four immortals today!"

Upon hearing this, Wang Mo and the other four smiled at each other.

"Please rest assured, King Wucheng. We will never let that Taoist continue to be so arrogant." Another Li Xingba said firmly.

"Yes, I want to see who dares to be so presumptuous." Yang Sen echoed, with curiosity and fighting spirit flashing in his eyes.

Huang Feihu looked at the four immortals with gratitude, and a warm feeling surged in his heart. He knew that with the help of these four immortals, Sishui Pass might be able to survive this crisis.

He clenched his fists, his eyes revealing a firm determination: "Okay, thank you four immortals! I will go out of the city with you and beat the drums to cheer you on."

After a while, the gate of Sishui Pass opened wide, and Huang Feihu and the Four Saints of Jiulong Island left the city together.

Huang Feihu waved his hand, and the soldiers saw it and quickly adjusted their formation and lined up to cheer.

Then, the Four Saints of Jiulong Island walked towards the place where the two armies were confronting each other.

When Manjusri Bodhisattva saw these four people, a trace of contempt flashed in his eyes. With just one glance, he saw that the cultivation level of the Four Saints of Jiulong Island was only at the level of Taiyi Golden Immortal.

He couldn't help but laugh in his heart. With such a big fuss, he thought the people coming were very powerful, but in the end, this was it?

"Humph, a mere Taiyi Golden Immortal dares to challenge me? You really don't know how to live or die."

Manjusri Bodhisattva sneered, his voice was as piercing as ice, making people shudder.

Upon hearing this, the Four Saints of Jiulong Island frowned and felt a surge of anger in their hearts.

They didn't expect that the person opposite them could see their cultivation level at a glance.

However, they thought they were in possession of spiritual treasures of high quality and had profound cultivation, but they did not expect that in the eyes of this Taoist, they were just "mere Taiyi Golden Immortals."

"Humph, tell me your name! Let us see who is speaking so arrogantly here!"

Wang Mo snorted coldly, and the long sword in his hand shook lightly, emitting bursts of cold air, "Although the four of us are only Taiyi Golden Immortals, we are not ordinary people."

"Today, let us meet you, the old Taoist priest, and see who is really ignorant of the danger!"

"Big brother, you're right!" Li Xingba also stood up, "Today, I also want to see what you, an old Taoist priest, are capable of!"

Yang Sen and Gao Youqian also expressed their opinions. The four of them stood side by side, facing Manjusri Bodhisattva, with firmness and determination in their eyes.

When Manjusri Bodhisattva heard the Four Saints of Jiulong Island calling him "old Taoist" one after another, he couldn't help but feel angry.

As one of the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Orthodox School, personally taught by a saint and at a very high level, when had he ever been looked down upon like this?

"Humph, you mere Taiyi Golden Immortals dare to address me like that? You really don't know how high the heavens are or how deep the earth is!"

Manjusri Bodhisattva said coldly, his voice full of majesty and dissatisfaction.