Perfect Husband, The Destined One novel Chapter 2395

Chester, Quincy, and the others were rendered speechless again as their eyes widened in awe at the name they heard. The old priest who stood before them was the Daoist hero who was worshiped by many across the Nine Mainland—Chun Yangzi, Lu Dongbin? He was known as the man closest to God in the Daoist Sect—who did not know Chun Yangzi's name? Not one person on the Nine Mainland would claim not to know him.

When he realized that he was the center of attention, Lu Dongbin smiled gently and said, "Lady Chang Er, there is no need for you to ask." He leaped into the air as he said the last word and dashed toward Darryl.

He halted mid-air when he was about 20 meters away from Zhang Jue and said, "Zhang Jue, the unjust is always doomed to self-destruct in the end. There was a time when you established the Yellow Turban Rebellion and wreaked havoc everywhere, and here you are again, trying to pull the trigger to a civil war between the continents in the Nine Mainland. I advise that you put a stop to that when you still can."

"You stinking priest; save your lectures for someone else. When I was leading the Yellow Turban Rebellion to conquer the world, you were still hiding and cultivating in some cave. Now that you have managed to become the Grandmaster of Daoism, you think you are in a position to lecture me?" Zhang Jue replied with utter contempt.

When he realized that Zhang Jue had no intention to stop his action, Lu Dongbin sighed softly before he said, "If you insist, then so be it." A wave of real Daoist energy erupted from within Lu Dongbin as he spoke.

Instantly, the air around him seemed to have frozen in place as an intimidating aura radiated off of him. Every person on the field felt as though they were breathless in the deep sea. Lu Dongbin shifted his right arm steadily and directed his palm against Zhang Jue as he launched an attack of incredible power. Simultaneously, a gigantic eight trigram figure began to form behind Lu Dongbin. It was the Twelve Royal Guards—the signature move that had made his name known to the world.

Sh*t!

When he sensed the dreadful power of Lu Dongbin's attack, Zhang Jue scowled and cursed inwardly.

'I guess he is quite formidable after all,' Zhang Jue thought as he responded swiftly by firing up his internal energy. Lights in the shapes of swords burst from the one he held in his hand. He sent it to counter Lu Dongbin's palm attack. The wind blew frantically, and the clouds swirled in chaos at the sheer force of the encounter. Everyone who witnessed the duel felt their hearts stop when they saw that.

"You stinking priest!" When he sensed the aura that oozed from Lu Dongbin, Zhang Jue could no longer maintain his composure. He said, "You want to cross swords with me?" The swordsmanship that Zhang Jue had mastered from Immortal Pure Scripture was second to none; Lu Dongbin would be digging his own grave if he truly planned on facing him with a sword.

"That's right." Lu Dongbin replied calmly, "Zhang Jue, it is true that the swordsmanship you learned from the Immortal Pure Scripture is incredibly powerful, but at the same time, it is evil. You must know that virtue would triumph over evil. Always."

Virtue would triumph over evil!

Those five words pierced through the air as clear as a bell.