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..."What is it?" Xuan Ming became interested.
To be called a "great killing weapon" by Qian Renxue, it was definitely no ordinary thing.
"It's called the Buddha's Fury Tang Lotus."
Qian Renxue slowly uttered those four characters.
"Buddha's Fury Tang Lotus?" Xuan Ming was stunned. "Tang San's hidden weapon from back then?"
"No."
Qian Renxue shook her head. "It only borrowed the name. It's not a hidden weapon, but an extremely terrifying spirit tool."
"A while ago, Huo Yuhao was besieged by the Federation, the Angel God Cult, and the Sea God Church. They dispatched five Limit Douluos and dozens of Titled Douluos, even bringing a Rank 9 Stationary Spirit Cannon. They clearly intended to blast him into dust."
"As a result, in that battle, Huo Yuhao, with his Rank 97 cultivation, gathered the full power of the seven spirit souls within his body and forcibly activated that Buddha's Fury Tang Lotus."
"The power that erupted in that instant... how should I describe it?"
"It directly tore through the space within a hundred-mile radius. That red lotus-shaped energy wave not only destroyed flesh but even annihilated the Soul."
"Those five Limit Douluos didn't even let out a scream before being vaporized on the spot. The dozens of Titled Douluos on the periphery were either killed or crippled."
"That battle directly hurt the Federation and terrified them."
"According to my assessment, its power is already enough to insta-kill an ordinary Divine Official. Even a Third-Class Divinity would be heavily injured, if not dead, if hit directly."
"A Mortal grasping the power to slay gods."
Qian Renxue looked at Xuan Ming. "This is the trump card Huo Yuhao holds now. It's also the source of his confidence to challenge the entire World."
After hearing this, Xuan Ming fell silent for a moment.
"Interesting."
"It seems this kid is more promising than I imagined. To think he could fuse technology, magic, and spirit power to such an extent."
"However..."
Xuan Ming looked toward the distant Federation Parliament Building, which was still heavily guarded. "Having a great killing weapon alone is useless. Weapons can only deter; they cannot govern a country."
"If he only wants to be a terrorist, then this Buddha's Fury Tang Lotus is his death warrant. To eliminate this threat, the Federation will surely pay any price, even if they have to destroy half the continent to kill him."
"But if he wants to establish a new order..."
"Then he must understand when to use his fists and when... to use his brain."
"Let's go."
Xuan Ming took Qian Renxue's hand, and their figures gradually faded into the Void Realm.
"Let's go see that Tang Sect, and also see the Tang Sect that our great hero Huo is willing to protect even at the cost of making the whole World his enemy."
"By the way, I also want to see if the legacy Tang San left behind can still spark a prairie fire."
...Space rippled slightly, like a lake after a stone had been thrown in.
In the next instant, Xuan Ming and Qian Renxue's figures had crossed thousands of miles, traveling from the highly developed Heaven Dou Province to this Wild Continent on the other side of the Douluo Star.
Unlike the Douluo Continent where every inch of land is precious, or the highly industrialized Sun Moon Continent, most of this new continent, discovered only a few thousand years ago, was still covered by primeval forests and towering mountains.
There was less of the smell of machine oil from operating spirit tool machinery in the air, replaced by the fresh scent of earth and vegetation.
"Is this the place?"
Qian Renxue hovered in mid-air, looking down at the cluster of buildings hidden amidst the mountains. A hint of surprise flashed in her eyes. "This place... why does it look like an antique?"
As far as the eye could see, there were no sky-scraping metal buildings, no dazzling neon lights, and certainly no spirit tool flying cars filling the sky.
There were only green bricks, black tiles, and upturned eaves.
Winding bluestone paths connected quaint courtyards, curls of smoke rose from chimneys, and the faint sounds of blacksmithing and the rhythmic shouts of youths practicing their martial arts could be heard from afar.
If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, Qian Renxue might have thought she had traveled through time, returning to the old era ten thousand years ago when there were no spirit tools, only pure Spirits.
"The Tang Sect... interesting."
Xuan Ming's gaze was calm as his Divine Sense spread out like mercury, instantly enveloping the entire Tang Sect Headquarters and even the whole continent.
In his perception, beneath this seemingly peaceful and harmonious cluster of ancient buildings, undercurrents were actually surging.
Countless sophisticated underground fortifications, defensive formations, and spirit tool defense towers—which, despite their vintage appearance, had extremely precise cores—were all cleverly hidden within the landscape.
This was a war fortress wearing the skin of an old era.
"Are they being nostalgic?" Qian Renxue was a bit confused. "Why forgo advanced technology and insist on making it look like it's from ten thousand years ago? Is it to commemorate Tang San?"
"Perhaps it's a commemoration, or perhaps... it's a disguise."
Xuan Ming said calmly, "In this era where spirit tool technology is supreme, the more primitive and backward something looks, the easier it is to be ignored by the arrogant people of the Federation. Who would have thought that the god-slaying weapon that shocked the World was actually built in these deep mountains and old forests where there aren't even many electric lights?"
Saying so, Xuan Ming took Qian Renxue's hand, and their figures slowly descended, landing on a thousand-year-old tree outside the Tang Sect Headquarters.
Through the dense foliage, they could clearly see the situation on the martial arts field.
There, hundreds of Tang Sect Disciples in tight-fitting clothes were training. Their weapons were varied, including traditional Godly Zhuge Crossbows as well as modified Spirit Tool Ray Guns.
In the very center of the martial arts field, a young man in a wheelchair was looking down, adjusting a delicate metal sphere in his hands.
The young man had handsome features, yet they carried a sense of vicissitudes and perseverance that belied his age.
It was indeed Huo Yuhao.
Qian Renxue narrowed her eyes. "He seems quite composed. Despite being wanted by the entire World, he can still focus on his research here."
"He has to be composed."
A playful curve appeared at the corner of Xuan Ming's mouth. His gaze pierced through the metal sphere in Huo Yuhao's hand and also through the Tang Sect's treasury buried deep underground.
It was empty.
"Those old fogies in the Federation were scared out of their wits by that Buddha's Fury Tang Lotus. They think the Tang Sect still has a lot of stock, so they're cautious, only daring to blockade the periphery and not truly launch a full-scale attack."
"But they don't know..."
Xuan Ming pointed at Huo Yuhao below. "This kid is currently playing the 'Empty City Stratagem'."
"Empty City Stratagem?" Qian Renxue was startled.
"That's right." Xuan Ming nodded. "That single Buddha's Fury Tang Lotus exhausted all the rare metals the Tang Sect had accumulated over thousands of years and even overran all the energy from the Miniature Divine Vein beneath the Tang Sect."
"The Tang Sect is now dirt poor."
"Let's go far as to say, let alone a second Buddha's Fury Tang Lotus, they can't even gather the Materials to build another Rank 9 Stationary Spirit Cannon."
Hearing this truth, Qian Renxue couldn't help but gasp.
"This kid... he's really got some guts."
She looked at the young man sitting in the wheelchair with a calm expression, and her gaze changed. "Holding a gun without bullets, yet he managed to scare a group of fully armed Demi-gods into not daring to move?"
"This is called a gamble," Xuan Ming said. "He's betting. Betting on the Federation's fear of death, betting on the Church's greed, and betting... on his own life."
"He knows very well that as long as he doesn't show weakness, and the more powerful and mysterious he appears, the less the Federation will dare to move against him."
"But this is walking a tightrope, after all."
"Lies will always be exposed one day. Once the Federation realizes, or some reckless fool charges in to test him... this seemingly impregnable Tang Sect will instantly turn to ashes."