I, the leader of the esoteric sect, am doing great things in the infinite world!

Luo Hao covered his face and staggered back, barely managing to stand up straight, blood still seeping from between his fingers like a stream.

However, the physical pain was far less than the shock she felt inside.

A bolt of lightning streaked across the sky.

It illuminated the vast and magnificent sea, and also the broken Vajra Warrior behind Luo Hao.

King Narayana, who should have been indestructible, was now only half a broken body, with a lingering majesty in his empty single eye.

As for Vajrapani, he has long since vanished.

Luo Hao's face turned extremely ugly, like that of an old man who had just eaten his fill.

Who knew that this person in front of him wouldn't even need to lift a finger, and he couldn't even be touched?

On the dark green tabletop, a second secret document quietly appeared.

[Fourth-Tier Secret Transmission: The Power of Vajra Divine Skill]

[Rank: Remnant]

[Characteristics: Casting, Blade]

Two guardians still remain at the gate. Yet the Mother of Mountains said to the storms, "Those who pass through the gate at the top must be fought with swords, nooses, fire, and words of awakening." This is the law of the sun.

Because Luo Hao withdrew quickly, a small portion of his power remained, resulting in a slight decrease in the rank of the secret transmission.

In addition, this secret technique, like the previous one [Heavens Fall], has a limited number of uses. You can only use it twice at most before you have to put it into the [Starfire Prayer] as an upgrade material.

With only a quarter of his power remaining, Luo Hao was no longer able to protect the entire treasure fleet. He glared angrily at Li Lin, then tiptoed into the clouds.

Since a direct confrontation is not feasible, what about long-range attacks?

Sleeves fluttered, and the tide surged.

Amidst the falling snowflakes, whether real or artificial, the Flying Phoenix Divine Palm remains hidden.

When the enormous phoenix reappeared, it was covered in flames, like a blazing meteor.

The next instant, there was a soft snap.

A giant fist fell from the sky, slamming Luo Hao, who was gathering his strength, onto another treasure ship. Used as a human punching bag, Luo Hao's momentum did not diminish. He smashed through the decks of six treasure ships before stopping, scaring Lu Yinghua so much that he dared not even breathe.

—It would be impossible for Lu Yinghua to say that he had no resentment at all after being tormented by Luo Hao for all sorts of capricious reasons. He had secretly imagined what it would be like for his master to be defeated, but no matter how audacious his dream was, it would never be as absurd as the scene before him.

The Demon King who ruled China for two hundred years, the Martial Arts King of Jiangnan, and the White Lotus King who was regarded as the master of the Vacuum Homeland, were actually being beaten mercilessly.

Lu Yinghua bit his finger in deep thought: Has anyone ever driven Cult Leader Luo Hao to this point before? No, absolutely not.

Luo Hao had also fought against those newly promoted god-slayers. At that time, Lu Yinghua was also allowed to watch from the sidelines. Whether it was the swift young nobleman Alexander or the sword king Tony, they used all their skills, but at most they could only dirty the hem of Luo Hao's clothes.

As for the battle between the leader of the Luo Hao sect and the Marquis of Voban nearly a hundred years ago, although it ended inconclusively, according to records, the Luo Hao sect should have had a slight advantage.

Thinking of this, Lu Yinghua's expression also turned ugly.

The word "failure" doesn't exist in Luo Hao's dictionary, but Lu Yinghua has to consider it.

367 The End of the White Lotus King

Li Lin felt that Luo Hao was somewhat cerebral palsy.

The Deer King represents enlightenment; once physical contact is made, one can seize the power of the other by opening their body and mind.

Scholars in the esoteric world often associate cracks, keys, scars, and doors, but few examine the relationship between thieves and the realm of revelation—it seems that the element of thieves is dimmed beneath the bright exterior of oracles and revelations.

In fact, due to the influence of a certain deity known as the "God who governs the unclaimed, the God who knows what is lost, and the God who opens the earth," the concept of thief has been closely associated with Qi since ancient times.

Luo Hao's idea was wonderful; she wanted to wear Li Lin down by constantly sending kites flying. However, she clearly did not understand the Southern Jambudvipa, which represented the casting of the image.

Although the slap from the Colossus of the Sun could not seize power, the psychological and physical humiliation it inflicted was something the Deer King could not match.

boom--

Just as Lu Yinghua was worried that his master might have been crushed to death by that fleeting metal arm, Luo Hao's furious roar came from the slowly sinking treasure ship.

The waves surged, and the wreckage of the treasure ship was torn apart like rags.

Lu Yinghua took a deep breath and jumped several times in succession, moving away from the battlefield again, for fear of being caught in the crossfire.

In a fit of rage, Luo Hao might target him first.

"For whom do the slender willows and new reeds turn green? I remember when the imperial banners descended upon the Southern Garden, all things in the garden came to life with color."

The already turbulent sea began to spin violently like a whirlpool flowing against the current, while Luo Hao's voice continued to come from beneath the whirlpool.

"The old man of Shaoling wept silently, and in spring he secretly walked along the Qujiang River, where the palaces at the river's head were locked with a thousand gates."

Since engaging in direct combat would result in Li Lin stripping them of their powers, and flying upwards would invite unpredictable attacks, what about going downwards?

He can't do whatever he wants underwater anymore, right?

A massive shockwave surged from the vortex, and at the same time, all the remaining treasure ships opened fire!

Lu Yinghua was forced to leave the mast again, stepping away step by step in the air—he was no longer qualified to participate in the battlefield, and if he stayed any longer, the aftershocks of the battle between the two sides would kill him.

He became a disciple of Luo Hao at the age of twelve, and personally killed hundreds of people. He was incredibly talented. Why did he have to die in this place?

Lu Yinghua revealed his gleaming white teeth, a flash of ferocity crossing his eyes. He was not going to play along.

Then, the martial arts hero, who was flying through the sky, was grabbed by the back of his neck. A steel-like wrist gripped his neck, holding him helplessly in the air.

“If I let you go back, I fear many complications will arise,” Vereslana’s voice rang out. “As my lord wishes, I will grant you a painless death.”

"Uh... oh!"

Lu Yinghua desperately dug at Vereslana's hands, but the other man remained unmoved. Gradually, the martial artist's resistance weakened, and finally, at a certain moment, his chest stopped heaving.

Vereslana released his grip, letting the eagle-like corpse fall from the sky and shatter into pieces on a turbulent sea.

He didn't really understand why Li Lin insisted that he kill this person, but Vereslana's strength was that he never questioned Li Lin's reasons for doing so.

Vereslana will carry out the order with the utmost determination, just as he did when he followed Mitra in his campaigns.

......

Lu Yinghua's death is not a matter of concern to either Li Lin or Luo Hao.

Luo Hao herself was in dire straits, and besides, she and Lu Yinghua didn't have any deep emotional foundation. The so-called disciple was nothing more than a large servant, and if he died, he would die.

Li Lin was not surprised at all.

—Lu Yinghua is a perfect example of being led astray by Luo Hao. He became a traitor at a young age and admired Japanese culture since childhood. In the original work, he was so happy to see Kusanagi Godou that he wagged his tail as if he had seen his own father. So much so that when Kusanagi Godou and his harem established the so-called United Nations, Lu Yinghua led all of China to join this "Round Table Alliance" without saying a word, becoming one of Kusanagi Godou's nominally ruled areas.

A kind-hearted person might try to bring Lu Yinghua back to the right path, but Li Lin has no heart.

You'd be better off deleting your account and starting a new one.

He has always disliked human infants.

Besides, Lu Yinghua wasn't his biological son.

Thinking of this, an enraged Li Lin pointed at the sea: "Damn it, it's all because of you, you old hag, that you did all this bad things."

The power of the tide is activated.

A tide, as if the waters of the seven seas had been poured out, roared out from Li Lin's right palm, forming an angry, turbid current. The moment it left his hand, it was like a demon god galloping across the deep sea, stirring up countless tides, carrying pure malice as it rushed towards Luo Hao, who was in the deep sea.

Luo Hao's high-pitched voice also became sluggish in the vortex, like a distorted sound with a hissing sound.

Luo Hao, who was in the sea, was about to leave when she was suddenly met with a chilling feeling, as if the sea had come alive and was silently watching her.

How could the sea possibly come back to life?

But in the next instant, a tremendous pressure fell on Luo Hao. Having lost most of his Vajra powers, Luo Hao struggled to activate them, but was still unable to move under the immense pressure of the deep water.

The seawater dragged the immobile Luo Hao to Li Lin's side.

Without saying a word, Li Lin punched Luo Hao in the stomach, the excruciating pain causing her back to arch and her eyes to bulge out.

But what pained her most was that her power was once again taken away.

Li Lin looked down at the dark green desktop: "Hopeless Forest," a power very much in the style of Plants vs. Zombies. Unfortunately, there were no zombies to fight here, and Li Lin wasn't Crazy Dave.

"I'm going to kill you! How dare you insult me ​​like this! I'll gouge out your eyes and cut off your ears!"

Luo Hao roared, "If you're so capable, don't hide your true colors and state your name!"

"Little Peppa Pig on Huaihai Road." Li Lin put one hand in his pocket. "You don't actually think I'm going to tell you my name, do you? Don't dream about it."

A mocking grin spread across his face: "Today, all I want to do is torture you to death."

Li Lin extended seven swords from his hand, one of which pierced Luo Hao's shoulder, penetrating deep into his spine.

Boom, boom, boom.

Her heartbeat suddenly quickened, and some indescribable life force quickly restored Luo Hao's strength, but before she could break free, Li Lin reached out and grabbed her throat.

"You know what? The first disobedient god I ever saw was that damn monkey, that self-proclaimed Great Sage Equal to Heaven, who ruined my childhood. I'm furious."

"But compared to you, you damn emperor, that monkey seems so normal."

"The most crucial thing is that you fucking came to my door and beat up my wife, three times in total."

Li Lin patted Xin Yue in his hand: "This sword won't kill you, but it will save you, while also bringing you unbearable pain."

The coral forks on the blade easily shattered Luo Hao's shoulder blade, then casually repaired it. Intense pain coursed through his entire body, driving Luo Hao almost insane.