“This monk is somewhat gd that these once blood and tear soaked names did not resonate as much as you intended.” Master Liaoran smiled and nodded: “A good sign, don’t you think? Much time has passed, geions brown and aged. It’s long past the time wheion that we should take debt on the children and children’s children’s futures be taken seriously. The cil, this array, you, this monk - me. Into the history and shadows we shall all fade and the future for the future geions unlocked and unbounded.”

  “You still do not uand.” The pale young man in a dark red suit shook his head, his voices were hoarse, and not as in sync with each other as before: “This thing, this very endeavor of ours - it ot be stopped. It ot halt, it ot even slow. It’s a moving gcier, an ining storm, an already surfaced earthquake. You ot stop it. You ot even think of stopping it.”

  “Like what? Just like the old king of the desert, the perilous dragon Shyurak?” Master Liaoran chuckled.

  The mere mention of this name rocked the entire space. The other names, it was expected that almost no one would reize. But the name Shyurak would not be strao anyone - it was told and spread time and again among the streets, between children, teenagers and even the occasional adults. The catastrophiace, the scorg storm, the volic horror, the devourer of vilges and cities, the deadly earth dragon, Shyurak.

  “You know?” The pale young man in a dark red suit narrowed his eyes.

  “Know what?” Master Liaoran chortled.

  “You’ve pretended for long enough. This wouldn’t surprise me.” The pale young man shook his head and raised his right arm: “It matters not, none of you will be able to leave this pce.”

  “Do you really think this monk is so old and out of tact with the rest of the world, as to not know what this room is for?” Master Liaoran raised both his arms, this move made all the men in bck all poiheir guns at him.

  “There is enough fuel in this room to pletely disrupt the Qiyun flow of the ey.” The pale young man narrowed his eyes: “You wouldn’t dare.”

  “And the energy would pletely destroy whatever spell you used in binding your tainted soul to that young body. All your pnning and safety tricks, gone.” Master Liaoran smiled as both his palms glowed in golden: “How are you feeling, anyway? It was only a barely noticeable strike, but looks like you’re already suffering from it. Do you think the energy here would be stopped by your proje spell?”

  Before the pale young man in a dark red suit could respond, Master Liaoran’s hands already turo palms and unleashed two strikes at the armed formation on both fnks in front of him.

  Two golden palm shadows maed from Master Liaoran’s strikes, each swept through rge sub groups of the men in bck like two semi-transparent bulldozers. Right after this, his right foot stomped the ground, unleashing a golden shockwave around him.

  Several gss cages cracked from the aftershock of the palm strikes and the golden shockwave, revealing previously invisible arrays and symbols embedded in the gss walls.

  The men in bck opened fire at the master. At least a dozen rifles roared at the same time, bullets hailed at the old monk, enough to turn any regur human into piles and piles of minced meat. But they did not even reach Master Liaoran, their travelling speed dropped off visibly as they approached the area around him, most of them even fell on the ground mid way. He resumed his atta the armed men, charging at the pale young man in a dark red suit, while pointing and flig his fingers at the enemies. At the same time, Marcus, Gloria and Keryn were only able t their civilian team mates with them as they tried to find shelter after hiding from the bullets, flying gss and rock splinters as they got torn down by gunfire.

  dereams of Qi shot by Master Liaoraraight at the armed men on their chests, abdomens and shoulders, debilitating them without ht taking their lives. A few bullets fired at cle got to him, but they bounced off his glowing skin and barely left any marks.

  The pale young man opened his mouth wide a out a screech. Bck smoke poured from his mouth, with cws, hands and demonic faces maing from it. Just as the master got close, a headless demon with a gaping mouth on its chest lunged out of the smoke and swung two daggers made of jaw bo his neck.

  “Boom!” Master Liaoran unleashed one palm strike with his right hand, bsting the demon into ash and ders. Then he nded a fist strike with his left hand on the pale young man’s chest. Golden light exploded from the impact, a stream of smoke shot from the young man’s back, while the young man’s body exploded and spshed gray green slime and tar all over the pce.

  Master Liaoran’s expression ged as he sehe ining gray green slime. He leapt backwards as fast as he could. But still, the front of his robe was still tainted by the slime.

  “The Utter Un” - this substance was once called. It could not be made, but could only e as a by-product of dark rituals. It could rarely be kept for long, and would take immense effort and material to tain. And unfortunately for him - it was one of the few things that he had no ample experience or knowledge to handle.

  “Marcus, Gloria. Find your way below. There must be another level below us.” Master Liaoran roared, bsting away a group of armed men in b front of him before darting to the back of a gss cage.