Rabbit Must Die-Chapter 690 - 286 Rabbit Comes_1

Wudang Saintess said proudly, "The scripture I cultivate is the ’Unstoppable Sutra,’ also known as the Unimpeded Sutra, which upon perfect cultivation, allows me to fiercely contest any nature spirit treasure without dodging or avoiding! Your twin swords may be decent, but how can you cut me down now that I’ve broken through the limits of the Unstoppable Sutra?"

As she spoke, Wudang Saintess pushed with both hands, and with three crisp ’snap’ sounds, the Immortal-binding Rope broke inch by inch!

Seeing this, Puxian Bodhisattva shouted, "Retreat quickly!"

Juliu Buddha had already guessed that the Immortal-binding Rope might not hold the Wudang Saintess, so he grabbed the physical body of Wenshu Bodhisattva and started to run before anyone else.

The others were quick to retreat as well.

For a moment, Puxian Bodhisattva, who had shouted to retreat, was ironically the last to leave, and the thought of cursing came to his mind.

Seeing this, Wudang Saintess disdainfully said, "Is running all your Interpretation Religion can do? What else are you capable of?"

While speaking, Wudang Saintess already launched an attack on Puxian Bodhisattva, who had no choice but to turn around and flee.

However, Wudang Saintess was too fast and caught up in a flash, her ring blade flying out. Puxian Bodhisattva sighed sadly in his heart, "My life is over!"

Just at this moment, a call rang out, "Wuliang Heavenly Venerable! Fellow Daoist, why must you be so?"

As he was speaking, a Daoist with an air of celestial grace emerged from the void, holding a pitch-black flag. He gave the flying ring blade a shake, and the blade, like a mouse seeing a cat, immediately retreated with a swoosh.

Wudang Saintess stared and finally showed some seriousness on her typically haughty face, "Yun Zhongzi? Pangu Flag?"

The man was indeed the leader of the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Interpretation Religion, Yun Zhongzi!

Yun Zhongzi shook the Pangu Flag in his hand and smiled, "Fellow Daoist, it’s been many years, and you still look as impressive as ever."

Wudang Saintess curled her lips, waved her sleeve dismissively, and said, "Empty flattery is the most disgusting! You and I are enemies; where does this ’fellow Daoist’ come from? Today you have the Pangu Flag, and I cannot defeat you, so let’s leave it at that. If we meet again in the future and I have the chance, I will surely behead you!"

After saying that, Wudang Saintess got on her carriage and left without waiting for Yun Zhongzi to say another word.

Left with a giant raincheck, Yun Zhongzi also wore a helpless expression, wiped his nose, packed up the Pangu Flag, grinned at the members of the Demon Clan of the Heavenly Court opposite him, and then looked up at Jimeng and others who had just taken to the air, who had not intervened but had been keenly watching the excitement.

Jimeng and others, seeing the Pangu Flag in Yun Zhongzi’s hand, which was the number one offensive divine artifact in the world, shuddered and quickly bowed their heads, saying, "We are no match; we take our leave!"

Then Jimeng, Shang Sheep, and the rest returned the way they had come.

Witnessing this scene, Randeng Buddha asked Dijun in disbelief, "Is this... how your Demon Clan of the Heavenly Court always operates?"

Dijun matter-of-factly replied, "If we can’t win, we run; if we can win, we fight. If one fails, send two; if two fail, attack together. And if that still fails, we run. Is there a problem?"

Randeng Buddha clicked his tongue and grimaced with a wry smile, "No more questions."

Dijun, with his arm around a beauty’s slender waist, laughed and said, "I have observed the moral constructs created by humankind over the years. Some of them are indeed fine, but most are nothing but self-imposed restraints. Heavenly Dao cherishes freedom, and among heaven and earth, everything must make way for survival. Yet human morals prioritize other things above life itself, truly puzzling."

After pondering, Randeng Buddha added, "Perhaps that is the difference between humans and demons. To humans, life is indeed precious, but there are things that they hold higher than life, and for which they are willing to sacrifice themselves. Just like when your Heavenly Court of the Demon Clan collapsed, did anyone flee? Knowing death was certain, did they not embrace it nonetheless?"

As these words were spoken, Dijun was momentarily startled, then stroked his chin and laughed, "It seems that makes sense... Hehe... It looks like the Demon Clan of the Heavenly Court will also need a school in the future."

Randeng Buddha: "..."

At this moment, Dijun took out a fiery-red pearl and tossed it to Demon Teacher Kunpeng, saying, "That Pangu Flag is indeed formidable, but with this pearl, you should all be well protected. You still have to fight when it’s time to fight, make it quick and decisive."

Upon seeing the pearl, Kunpeng’s eyes instantly lit up as he exclaimed, "The Universe Pearl?"

Dijun nodded and said, "Indeed, it is this pearl. Two were nurtured between heaven and earth, one nurtured Pangu, and the other failed and became this. The Pangu Axe no longer exists, and there probably isn’t anything under heaven that can split it open... Go."

Kunpeng nodded, bellowed, "Yun Zhongzi, don’t you run, I shall have a match with you!"

As he spoke, Patriarch Kunpeng flew up into the sky with the Universe Pearl above his head!

Yun Zhongzi, who was preparing to return, also revealed a murderous look in his eyes. He waved the Pangu Flag in his hand and shouted, "Bring it on!"

At the same time, the group of assistants who were originally retreating – except for Dingguang Buddha, who was dead, and Wenshu Bodhisattva, who was severely injured – charged back into the air. This time, Jiazha and Muzha also joined, but it was clear they could only help by cheering "666."

On the other side, Jimeng and others hurriedly followed Demon Teacher Kunpeng into the sky. Both groups sped towards each other like two long rainbows about to collide!

Just then, a white figure flew over from afar!

The people of the Demon Clan of the Heavenly Court glanced subconsciously, and then...

"Come back! Come back! Come back quickly!" The first to notice the white figure were Dijun, Tathagata Buddha, and others. Their first reaction was to throw whatever they were holding, tea cups or wine cups, then they suddenly stood up and started yelling at the top of their lungs.

At the same time, Jimeng and the others, especially Jimeng, felt their hairs stand on end the moment they saw the white figure, and they all shouted, "Stop, stop, stop! Stop! Stop, come back! Retreat, retreat, retreat!"

Without waiting for others to react, Jimeng turned around and ran first!

Demon Teacher Kunpeng quickly snapped back to his senses, swept up everyone with his sleeve, and took off running!

Yun Zhongzi, utterly confused, watched the demons opposite him muttering, "Since when am I this powerful?"

Just then, a large hand reached over and yanked away at the collar of his clothes with a whoosh!

Yun Zhongzi angrily said, "Who is it? Let go!"

Turning his head sharply, Yun Zhongzi found that it was none other than Emperor Qinghua of the East who had intervened!

Seeing that it was the Overlord who had intervened, Yun Zhongzi chuckled dryly and said, "Overlord, why not pursue the victory?"

Emperor Qinghua of the East looked at the others, and Yun Zhongzi then realized everyone else had already run back under the thatched hut, sitting back and relaxing as if nothing had happened, enjoying their tea and chatting leisurely.

Meanwhile, the enormous formations in the sky that were mid-battle suddenly halted, and then both sides, like mouse pups encountering an owl, turned tail and fled back. Just a moment ago, the field was strewn with corpses, and now, it instantly transformed into a scene of peace!

PS: The new book’s title has been finalized as "Urban Celestial Spirits." Rabbit plans to finish by June, and the outline is nearly complete, so I’m starting the new book ahead of time. This has always been Huang Liang’s style, so there’s no need to worry about unfinished work or a shoddy ending. There are still two months to go, and the story will be completed according to the outline. The new book will still have a joyful, light-hearted tone, but it will also include the sentimental story of my return to secular life that I want to tell, and I hope everyone likes it.