A Top Scholar in Everything-Chapter 869 - 855: Soul-Stealing Mist

Baiyu paused his steps, his gaze turned to the dark corner of the wall: "Come out!"

No response.

Empty in the darkness, there was nothing there.

Baiyu furrowed his brow, holding the chain saw blade in both hands, a Blood Qi Burst erupted, slashing directly with a bloody blade light towards the shadow in the corner.

Boom!

The entire wall was pushed down by Baiyu's slash, yet that shadow remained there, unchanged.

At this moment.

It was like a big black dog crouching in the snow, incredibly conspicuous.

Clearly the wall was slashed down, yet you still there pretending to be a shadow, it was so obvious. Baiyu, without a sound, secretly gathered strength in his hand, then slashed hard again, this time the blade light larger and longer, at least forty meters.

And then the ground cracked a huge fissure, the blade light crashing like waves upon that shadow, and then a figure flew out like a ball.

"Ouch, it hurts the poor monk! Young man, why suddenly strike, not practicing Martial Virtue, not respecting the elderly!"

It was a bald big monk, rubbing his rear, stumbled back from a distance.

Monk!

Baiyu had never seen a monk before, a monk in this world.

Wondering in this society where Seven Gods ruled human faith, who would be the Buddha for monks, could it be localized?

"Why are you following me?"

Baiyu squinted, scrutinizing the fat, seemingly unscrupulous monk before him.

"Young man, you misunderstand the poor monk. I was fine, hiding here for refuge, then you slashed my corner open, nearly killed me." The fat monk said with a face full of grievance.

Baiyu thought about it, seemed really like that, the other party didn't seem to attack him.

"Then what are you sneaking around here for?"

"Young man, are you trying to make me die? If not hidden here, should this old monk fight those vicious black-robed figures? You know how ferocious they are, killing without blinking, can't provoke nor hide?"

The fat monk spoke tearfully.

Baiyu thought carefully, seemed really like that, he too had hidden on the second floor before.

Yet this fat monk took his full-powered slash, sustaining no harm, definitely not ordinary.

Sensed an inner vigilance.

Baiyu continued forward, yet the fat monk followed closely behind, a step never leaving. "Why are you following me?" Baiyu turned back, staring.

"Young man, you don't seem afraid of those black-robed figures, so I follow for refuge. Venerable Buddha said, saving one life is more meritorious than building a Level Seven pagoda. You saved me today, repaid one day surely."

Fat monk looked woeful.

"Venerable Buddha? What's that?" Baiyu asked with curiosity.

"Venerable Buddha is Venerable Buddha, not a thing, embodiment of wisdom, great divine power concerned about world's suffering, mighty across the shore." Fat monk looked devoted.

Baiyu lacked patience, kicked him hard: "Idiot, speak human words."

Fat monk shuddered, immediately said: "Venerable Buddha is the divine spirit we ascetics believe, full name Venerable Buddha of Brahma Heaven! Common faith of all Buddhist cultivators"

Another divine spirit.

Baiyu didn't know the background of Venerable Buddha of Brahma Heaven, seemed not in normal human belief scope.

"Your Venerable Buddha so mighty, let Him save you out." Baiyu laughed.

Fat monk shook his head repeatedly: "Pray, careful speaking! Divine spirit above head three feet, calamity from mouth, don't speak. We sincerely believe, not borrowing Venerable Buddha's great power."

Seeing fat monk's mystical demeanor, Baiyu didn't bother, approached the central green light sphere. Along the way, black-robed figures flying, all easily taken down. Knowing they were illusions, weak disgrace.

Baiyu didn't even need to use Blood Qi, one punch each.

Following Baiyu, seeing him slaughter black-robed figures like chickens or dogs, increasingly horrified.

What kind of monster is this!

Attempted kill these black-robed figures, but once killed, another batch spawned, endless nesting dolls.

Each kill, next wave more numerous, each black-robed stronger. Even an iron man couldn't endure. So halted fighting, hid by the wall.

Clearly others in the barrier did similarly.

Yet now Baiyu, monstrous, no face for these black-robed people.

Fat monk wished to ask why he was so strong, but refrained, feared a query resulting in same fate as black-robed people: casually slaughtered.

Two advanced unimpeded.

But soon, clear barrier suddenly fogged. The fog highly unusual, Baiyu furrowed his brow, felt odd things lurking.

Eerie, abrupt.

Intensely uncomfortable.

"Quick, don't inhale this fog, it's the Mirage King's Soul-Stealing Mist!" Fat monk observed the fog, suddenly panicked.

"Soul-Stealing Mist?"

Baiyu furrowed his brow.

Mirage King!

Name familiar, when Red Cup's Immortal Butcher resolved a Tidal World, mentioned Mirage King.

A Evil God, controlling many Tidal Worlds, powerful.

Authority likely related to illusions.

"Right, unfamiliar with Mirage King?"

Fat monk surprised, figured Baiyu's strength must know Mirage King.

"Heard a bit, know little." Baiyu candidly: "Soul-Stealing Mist what's that?"

Fat monk said: "Mirage King's Immortal underling, a bizarre toxic mist, snatching minds, light losing self in endless illusions, heavy becoming mindless puppet, forever enslaved!"

Baiyu listening, face serious.

Fat monk now looked even more somber: "Green Mother, Mirage King, two big Evil Gods assaulting Great City, current city surely chaotic. Not just us here.

Thus rescue delayed.

Else Great City's power should've broken in long ago! Now bigger trouble coming!"

Baiyu's eyes solemn.

If true, Great City's situation urgent indeed.