Doomsday: I Can Get a Hint

Chapter 501 300: Master, Please Stand Up for Me

"Fuck you."

Wang Hao cursed outright, a raging inferno burning within:

"Just you, and you want me to submit? I am an emperor, standing atop the world, and you dwarves dream of making me bow?

You even dare to replicate the path of the past? You must have drunk too much nuclear boiling water and gone mad!"

At this moment, Wang Hao was extremely angry.

This group indeed had the heart of a wolf and the ambition of a scavenger.

Kill! They must all be killed.

"If you don't agree, then you can only die."

The Yin Yang Master's old face turned sinister.

Killing Wang Hao?

That wasn't a great choice.

If Wang Hao was killed, then the Settlement Camp would likely fight desperately.

With reinforcements arriving from all over, they might be devoured.

Even if they managed to hold their ground by luck, their strength would dwindle severely. When spring comes, what would they use to resist the monsters' sieges and spirit beast attacks?

Additionally, the three of them, though appearing strong, were actually at the end of their lifespans, having used secret techniques previously to forcibly extend their lives.

In such a great battle, their vitality was rapidly depleting.

If Wang Hao fought desperately, he might take one of them down with him.

So they had been hiding all along, not showing themselves.

But now, they had no choice.

The Samurai also tightened his grip on his sword.

"Master, foreign countries oppress me, please seek justice for me, Master."

In a life-or-death moment, Wang Hao suddenly bowed towards the sky.

The three people's faces changed dramatically.

Master?

Does Wang Hao really have a master?

Wang Hao's strength was so formidable, many had suspected he had a powerful master backing him, but until now, this master had never appeared.

He himself had never mentioned having a master.

In an instant, the sky was filled with dark clouds, lightning unceasing.

On the distant horizon, a coffin carried by sixteen people appeared above the crowd.

Lightning bolts fell continuously.

The array was instantly torn apart.

The Yin Yang Masters coughed up blood and collapsed.

How is this possible?

Everyone looked up in shock at the coffin in the sky.

What terrifying existence was hidden within?

"A thunder technique? I didn't expect Maoshan to still hide such a strong figure as you."

Speaking, the old Yin Yang Master summoned his Twelve Shikigami, looking extremely grave.

The Hua Country Cultivator.

This was a heavy stone pressing over the heads of other countries.

If most of the high-end combat power hadn't entered the Otherworld back then, they wouldn't even have the courage to stand in front of them.

"Shikigami?"

The coffin opened, and a middle-aged man sat up from within.

He was dressed as a Daoist, wearing a purple robe, with very ordinary looks, appearing to be around forty years old.

"Vermilion Bird, Xuanwu, Cyan Dragon, White Tiger?"

He glanced at the Shikigami, a smirk of disdain appearing at the corner of his mouth.

"Disciple Wang Hao, pays respect to Master."

Wang Hao flew over, bowing to the middle-aged man with an apologetic look on his face:

"Disciple did not wish to disturb Master's peace, unfortunately, the nation is in peril, and disciple does not want history to repeat itself. These three old thieves are just too powerful, I truly am no match."

"You've done very well; I should be thanking you. To think that this final intervention would also be a chance for revenge."

The middle-aged man smiled approvingly, looking increasingly satisfied with Wang Hao.

Such a remarkable talent is actually his disciple.

The Maoshan lineage is destined for rejuvenation.

He would have no shame facing the ancestors after his death.

He turned to the three people on the ground, his aura becoming extremely sharp, his gaze imperious, and coldly said;

"A bunch of old immortals, have you no shame? To bully the younger generation and besiege them, do you think Maoshan is without men?"

"May I ask who this immortal is..."

The old Yin Yang Master bowed in salute, a drop of cold sweat sliding down his temple.

He thought to himself, this doesn't look good.

This person clearly isn't someone to mess with!

If the three of them couldn't defeat him, then the nation would suffer terribly.

"The 97th Celestial Master of Maoshan, Zhang Suci."

Zhang Suci's body slowly floated out from the coffin, standing with hands behind his back, levitating in the void:

"The shikigami technique of the Yin Yang Master lineage is similar to our Maoshan Paper-cutting Technique. Let's see who's better today."

From him, a large number of paper cuts floated out.

They transformed into various rare creatures and mythical beasts.

In an instant, the sky was filled with spirit beasts, blocking the sun, numbering probably in the thousands.

And each of them emitted a terrifying aura, not at all weaker than the Yin Yang Master's Shikigami.

"Oh my goodness! Am I dreaming?"

The people in the Settlement Camp gaped, their faces flushed with excitement.

They had been feeling stifled before.

With the middle-aged man waving a big hand.

The spirit beasts turned into a beast tide, rushing towards the three on the ground.

"Go for it."

The three fully exploded, even swallowing pills, fighting with all their might.

The other Yin Yang Masters formed seals, initiating the array to aid them.

Wang Hao watched the middle-aged man with guilt in his eyes.

Once this is over, his master would die.

"Hao'Er, don't be sad; I should have died long ago."

The middle-aged man smiled freely at Wang Hao:

"The world is in chaos; since you are an emperor, bearing the Emperor Dao's destiny, you should fulfill your responsibilities.

As a Maoshan Celestial Master, you must not forget the duty to fight against tyranny and aid the world and the people. I will be watching you from the heavens, watching you revive Maoshan."

"Disciple will obey Master's teachings."

Wang Hao bowed in salute.

Below

After a round of fierce battle.

With the aid of the array, the old Yin Yang Master and the others managed to destroy the thousand spirit beasts.

But they were also in a miserable state.

The old Yin Yang Master had exhausted all his trump cards, suffering a great loss of Spiritual Power, and was already half-kneeling on the ground.

Above him, a copper mirror shone, protecting him within.

The Samurai also bore multiple wounds, leaning heavily on his sword, panting heavily.

The most relaxed was the God of Ninjas.

He stood there, looking up at the middle-aged man, pondering something.

And those Yin Yang Masters had already been devoured completely.

"Did they actually block it?"

"How is this possible?"

"These three are just too strong!"

The people in the Settlement Camp sighed in deep disappointment.

Over a thousand spirit beasts couldn't take down these three old guys.

However, the next moment, a scene that left everyone stunned unfolded.

The man in the sky waved a hand lightly.

A multitude of paper cuts flew out.

In the sky, countless Daoists appeared.

They were dressed in Daoist robes, wielding Long Swords, standing in the void, Sword Qi crisscrossing.

Roughly estimated, there must be at least ten thousand of them.

"Oh my god!"

The old Yin Yang Master and the other three, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, fell into utter despair.

Those thousand spirit beasts had already exhausted them.

Forced them to use up all their trump cards.

Now another ten thousand sword-wielders appeared, looking even more daunting.

Is there no hope of survival?

Oh my god!

Who is this person!

With a wave of the hand, a thousand troops?

This isn't just cheating, is it?