Mao Ni

The epic and legendary tale of an extraordinary young man rising up from the masses, traversing his life in the pursuit of quantity over quality. His inquisitive voice echoes infinitely through the hills of the immortal Academy: "I am one who would rather suffer an eternity of destined calamities than beg for solace from thy saints..."

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Nightfall

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Ksitigarbha's expression didn't change. He held up the nine-looped scepter above the skeletal elephant, water flowing through the head of it. There were more splashes. He raised the scepter and then hit Ning Que's cutlass.

There was a blast. Countless vortexes swirled in the water with powerful effects spreading all around. Countless skeletons covered inexistent ears, and countless wandering ghosts hid their heads in the chests. They were too scared to listen.

Huge power passed from the front end of the iron sword. Ning Que felt as if he cut into a mountain. It was impossible to hurt the enemy at all, but his wrist almost snapped from the reveberrance.

Ksitigarbha was the second Chief Monk of Xuankong Temple. His Vajra Defending Divine Skill was cultivated to the zenith and even beyond that after his Parinirvana. Ning Que couldn't even injure the Chief Monk in human world. How could he possibly kill this one?

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