Wudang: Legends Of Qi Earth 179 Darkness Falls VIII : The Hunt Begins

Molock did not understand what was going on, and he was even more baffled the moment the three shadowy lions stood up and took human form. This was completely unlike anything he had ever seen of experienced before, and quite frankly he had no idea what to do. But that wasn't all as the creatures slowly raised their hands and pointed it at him.

In that moment he didn't need an explanation for him to know truly what the fuck was going on here, their humanoid forms, and the fact that there were all shadowy and ghostly told Molock everything he needed to know. But he has lived in this world for a very long time, he would not allow someone to rattle his nerves with cheap petty tricks regardless of how nervous he might be. In fact all this served to do was make him extremely angry, there were no such things as ghosts! Even the ones seen and used in techniques are born from Qi and Mana, no such entity exists in this world.

But Whether or not they were ghosts, they sure hit hard. The first of them, with figure similar to the female he killed surged forwards towards him, throwing along a fist that Molock raised an arm to defend. He even felt the need to laugh while he did so, with speed that slow, and with a form so unstable he could not begin to imagine how pitiful a damage these things could muster, audit they were trying to scare him, they were taking woefully at it.

*Bang!*

The fist made of black shadow seemed to sink into his hands, bringing with it an ominous chill that left his chest feeling extremely tight. Molock had no idea where he was but, but he was thrown backwards, over the bar counter and into the cabinet that held rows and rows of liquor. And impact like this didn't hurt him, it only succeeded in making him extremely angry as he got back up to his feet and pulled his sword out.

However the question still remained, how did this thing hit him, and how was it possible he felt no resistance when it touched him, not even a gust of wind! Almost as if it was.....

Molock shook his head to eliminate his lousy thoughts and jumped over the counter ad brought his sword slicing down on the head of the female shaped ghost. However he was in for a surprise when his sword just sliced through it like smoke, without causing any sort of damage. His shock lasted long enough for him to receive a rather nasty claw strike from the ghost that left bloody lines on his cheeks, before the other two pounced on him, their forms; that of massive lions with a vendetta.

This time he was not thrown over the counter but smashed through it, and through the wall into the storage area behind the bar. Pieces of smashed bottles dug into his skin but we're incapable of piercing, serving only as an annoyance as both ghost lions had their jaws clamped around his shoulders. He felt no weight, but he felt pain, he bled from open sounds but couldn't even feel the fangs causing he secret amount of pain he was going through.

The female shaped ghost had jumped, transforming into a lioness as she went through the hole in the world that his body had smashed through. Molock had no intention of laying on the ground as he let out a tell of annoyance, surging his abundant and well tempered Qi out of his body, creating a force field of silvery lights that pushed the ghosts backwards. But it did more than just pushed the ghosts backwards, it completely blasted the entire pub apart, injuring quite a lot of the patrons who had not yet made their way out of it when the right had started.

The surge of his Qi seemed to have been enough to completely eradicate the ghosts, because immediately he had released the shockwave their black shadowy bodies had been blasted into clouds of smoke. This proved that at the very least Qi was effective against them, asserting and proving his conviction about them not being ghosts, but a technique. However he wouldn't deny the fact that such a technique was formidable, the only shortcoming being it's lack of resilience as he had only surged his Qi out of his body rather than use it in a technique. 

He picked himself out of the rubble if the pub, and looked around. He only had a few minutes if not seconds to get out of here before whoever sent this after him would show up. Honestly he felt as it the people responsible for this façade were his employers, they were nobles after all, and Molock felt that only they would be extremely shameless enough to send a kind of ghost after him to close up loose ends, after having him undertake such a dishonorable assassination. He turned around to run, when all of a sudden a green haired youth appeared in front of him and slashed dual daggers at his chest.

Even though he did not recognize the kind of Qi he was using it, The boy was just within the first realm in the earth gate, at the very least he should be able to deal with the child. He swung his sword forwards, clashing it with the young boy, only to move his head backwards as a pair of chakrams attempted to cut open his neck. He turned around only to have a fist carrying the full unforgiving power of the wind smash into his chest and blast him through another pub until his back smacked against the canyon wall behind him.

(Wind God Martial Series: Fist: Storm Judgement)

Molock felt as if every single bone in his body was about to break, yet they were not broken, maybe just a little bruised. Looking at the person who had hit him, and the power behind that strike, and even more so the cultivation base of the person responsible made no sense.

He was just in the true essence realm, and the difference between the both of them was not just realms, but an entire gate! He quickly got to his feet and watched in shock as black smoke gathered around the young man that just attacked him and coalesced into the forms of three ghost like creatures he had just destroyed, and seeing them standing all together, along with the extra people who had come here for his death, Molock couldn't help remembering again! What the girl had said to him when he had killed her. 

"He's not going to show you any mercy! You will beg for your life, and you will burn!"

Well he wasn't on his knees yet, neither was he on fire so at the very least she was right about one thing and wrong about the others. Because from where he was standing, Molock could see, he could feel and sense...…That the youth known as Alexander Zhang Xiao Feng Alé had no intentions of showing him any kind of mercy. As for whether the kid could make him bow and beg for mercy, or even make him burn...…that remains to be seen, but for now, it's time to take these kids to school, and show them why for over a hundred years, he was known as the silver reaper.

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THE SPIRIT WORLD

THE NEXUS VOID (THE SPACE IN-BETWEEN REALITIES)

PANGEA VILLAGE

ELDERS COUNCIL.

"Sun Wukong, Nezha is from your pantheon have you been able to communicate with him yet? We would like to know how Earth's spirit king is doing?" The person who had spoken was a woman, with skin as golden brown as bronze and glowing in a manner that spoke volumes of the divinity held within her Nubian form. This woman was a spirit and not just a spirit, a spirit goddess.

The person who she had been talking to was a man that for all intents and purposes looked like a more humanoid monkey, but he was calm, too calm. If people familiar with his legends could see him now, there was no hesitation that would be shocked by how reserved he seemed. This was the great sage equal to the heavens, the Lord of peach mountain, and he looked no different than a kind old uncle. Maybe because his signature fiery golden hair had been replaced with the silvery white of age.

"Nezha has been trying his best to guide the boy without exposing too much of what he has to do, or what this world holds in store for him. The last report I got from Nezha says he's growing, advancing at a really fast pace. The boy is already in the spirit commander realm, even though he only has three mask spirits, as opposed to the full twenty one he's supposed to have in the end, he has a bond with a Kamaitachi that's evolved into a demon, and surprise, surprise,  the missing fairy prince!"

The moment he finished saying that, there was a lot of clamor within the council room. There were only seven people here, seven people representing seven different pantheon of gods, but when they exclaimed in shock it was akin to the voice of thousands.

"Oya you have to relax, your descendant is, for all intents and purposes a freak of nature, he would get here in time and strong enough to face off against the other spirit Kings. Besides we don't have to be too frantic, the spirit board is still in the process of being set up, the Village of PANGEA is set up in the west, and we have the sea to our backs. It's a good position for development, so let's try and get some things up an running before he gets here." Sun Wukong said as he looked at the woman who had first spoken to him.

"And how long do you think it would take for him to get here?" another woman dressed in bright gold and yellow, with a countenance akin to that of a blazing sun asked the aged monkey king.

"According to Nezha, and he says this is the maximum estimate he could give as he's pretty sure Alex will find his way here a lot earlier. But in under five years, Alex should have advance to the spirit king rank, and should have at least completed five masks, fully with all of it's spirits. Besides with the lost fairy prince bonded to him, With a little help from us Nezha believes we would be able to get the Fae to serve under his banner. So Amaterasu, what do you think?" the monkey asked the woman.

"If what you say is true, then earth now has a +5% chance to win this war against the other Spirit Kings. Bringing our overall chance to...…6% we still have a long way to go. But never the less, earth will be ready."

Chapter end