Gods of Yulan: Book 4 of the Coiling Dragon Saga

by Wo Chi Xi Hong Shi

  The nearby Olivier said coldly, “A hundred million people died in the Rohault Empire. A hundred million. Beaumont, you really are ruthless. What do you take our Yulan continent to be? You think you can kill as many as you wish?”

  “Mr. Beaumont, we all know what’s going on. No need to play dumb,” Linley said as well.

  Beaumont let out an awkward chuckle. “The people who died in the Rohault Empire, well… fine, I admit it. I was the one who arranged for those hundred million people to be killed. What of it? Linley, the three of you have already become Deities. You still care about those commoners?” Beaumont had a very surprised look on his face.

  “Are you joking?” Linley’s face couldn’t help but sink.

  Desri spoke now as well. “Beaumont, the Yulan continent is our homeland. If we allow you to keep killing as you please, the people in our homeland will all be dead. The three of us would be ashamed to keep living after that. Beaumont, go ahead and speak. How should we resolve this?”

  How to resolve this?

  Hearing these words, Beaumont secretly laughed. “Indeed. They don’t want to fight with me. Then this will be easy to handle.”

  Olivier let out a cold snort from the side.

  “This, well, I’m really sorry about this.” Beaumont sighed. “How about this. You are worried that everyone in your homeland will die, right? Then I promise, after killing another hundred million, I’ll stop. How about that? Another hundred million, to the Yulan continent, is nothing at all.”

  Kill another hundred million?

  Linley, Desri, and Olivier’s hearts instantly filled with rage, and their faces turned cold.

  Seeing the situation, Beaumont couldn’t help but laugh. “Haha, just kidding, just kidding. Linley, you people really can’t take a joke. I won’t kill any more. I guarantee that I won’t kill any more of the citizens of your Yulan continent. Good enough, right?”

  Olivier’s face was as cold as ice. Desri’s face was rather ugly to behold as well.

  Linley’s face was cold. “Beaumont, we won’t waste words. Agree to two requirements, and this will be done with.”

  “Speak.” The fierce looking face of Beaumont was still covered with smiles.

  “First, from today onwards, you are not permitted to kill a single member of the Yulan continent. In addition, the souls of the citizens of the Yulan continent that you collected, whether refined or not, must all be handed to us,” Linley said coldly.

  Beaumont’s smile instantly disappeared.

  “The second requirement is, once we are finished, you must leave the Yulan Plane. Our Yulan Plane does not welcome you here,” Linley finished.

  Beaumont’s face sank down.

  “Leave the Yulan Plane?” Beaumont said. “This… isn’t out of the question. But you can’t be in a rush. You need to give me some time.”

  Desri spoke as well. “Beaumont, you have collected the souls of the citizens of the Yulan Plane. You’d best hand them over quickly. No matter if they are refined into soul essences or not, all of them need to be handed over! Hand them over. You aren’t qualified to use them.”

  “Don’t have’m. The souls have gone to the Netherworld,” Beaumont said bluntly. “I’m not able to refine souls. Why would I want them?”

  Beaumont’s heart was starting to fill with rage as well.

  Even Muba and the Grand Warlock wouldn’t dare to act so presumptuously before him. When he ordered the Grand Warlock to refine a Gold Soul-Pearl, the Grand Warlock didn’t dare to openly refuse him. If it wasn’t for the fact that he knew a few things about Linley, how would he, Beaumont, have already lowered himself this much?

  When the Grand Warlock had died, Beaumont had been very shocked, and so he immediately went to investigate Linley.

  Afterwards, when he captured a disciple of the War God’s College, he had learned that Linley had some sort of a relationship with Beirut. This was the reason why, all these years, Beaumont had never gone to Linley to get his revenge.

  He didn’t want to make Linley his enemy.

  Beaumont, to his dying day, would never forget how terrifying Beirut was.

  “Gone to the Netherworld? What a joke!!!” Olivier immediately stood up.

  “Beaumont, you are lying.” Linley and Desri both stood up as well. They were both angry now. This Beaumont had actually slaughtered a hundred million people, then acted like nothing was amiss. He just wanted to say, ‘Fine, I won’t do it anymore’? He was neither willing to return the souls, nor leave the Yulan Plane.

  With things having come to this stage, there was nothing to discuss.

  “Lying? How am I lying?” Beaumont stood up as well.

  “We already know that you are collecting souls. Do you think we don’t know what you ordered those Saints to do?” Desri said coldly.

  Beaumont suddenly turned and stared furiously at the distant Bloom. “Bloom…”

  Bloom instantly knelt down in terror, but his body was already lifted up by the power of the Godrealm. He was utterly incapable of movement now.

  “Die.” Beaumont waved his hand, and a ray of grey divine power flew straight into Bloom’s body. Bloom watched in terror as that Death-type divine power flew towards him, but he couldn’t move at all. The Death-type divine power wrapped around his body, instantly transforming him into a heap of dust.

  Linley, Olivier, and Desri all watched carefully, prepared to act at any moment.

  Turning his head, Beaumont stared at Linley and the others. “Linley, I, Beaumont, will make things clear to you today. I’ll give you face and no longer kill the people of your Yulan Plane! You give me face as well. This matter will be at an end. If you aren’t willing… then I don’t mind teaching you a lesson on behalf of Lord Beirut.”

  “What type of talk is this?” Linley laughed coldly. “Beaumont, you killed a hundred million people. A hundred million!!! Now, you are just going to say you won’t kill anymore, without accepting any punishment at all, and just have this matter be at an end? And you say this is giving me face?”

  Linley felt this was absolutely laughable.

  This Beaumont was absolutely too domineering.

  “Oh, it seems you don’t want to give me face.” Beaumont’s face sank.

  He had already made up his mind. “This Linley and Lord Beirut has some sort of connection. I can’t kill him for now. But I still have to teach him a lesson. As for the other two next to him… I’ll kill them. This will serve to frighten Linley as well. Don’t think I’m as weak as that Warlock!”

  “It isn’t that we aren’t willing to give you face. It’s that you are simply too arrogant and demanding.” Linley’s heart began to fill with a killing intent as well.

  Olivier and Desri’s bodies were slowly beginning to be surrounded with divine power as well.

  “You really motherfucking… I, Beaumont, have been smiling meekly all day today and giving you face, Linley. Who the hell do you think I, Beaumont, am? Since when have I ever smiled so meekly? I give you face, but you don’t want to take it.” Beaumont slapped the table viciously. With a ‘boom’, the table disintegrated into countless pieces, and Beaumont’s furious, fierce face was trembling. “Fine. Then this isn’t my fault. Lord Beirut, today, I will teach Linley a lesson on your behalf.” A deep blue warblade suddenly appeared within Beaumont’s hands.

  “Swoosh!” “Swoosh!” “Swoosh!”

  Linley, Desri, and Olivier both retreated into the air at the same time. In Linley’s hands appeared the devilish Bloodviolet. In Desri’s hands, a slender sword. As for Olivier, in his hands appeared the mystic icesword.

  “Beaumont, you call this smiling meekly?”

  Linley was so furious, he began to laugh. “You call this giving me face? You killed a hundred million people of my Yulan Plane but aren’t willing to pay any price at all, and you call that giving me face? And that you are going to teach me a lesson on behalf of Lord Beirut? What type of a thing are you? On what basis can you do anything on behalf of Lord B
eirut?”

  “And what’s more, you think you have the power to discipline me?” Linley’s wind-style divine power filled Bloodviolet.

  This time, Bloodviolet didn’t make any sound at all.

  “This fellow really is a bastard.” Desri was also angered to the point of laughing. Desri, the most even-tempered of the three, had also been utterly enraged by Beaumont.

  Beaumont, the long, deep blue blade in his hands, quirked his lips, his face fierce.

  “Die!!!” Beaumont roared with brutal rage. His voice was still echoing in the air, but he had already charged towards Olivier. Beaumont had already made his decision that first he would kill Desri and Olivier, and only then would he teach Linley his lesson.

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  Creating a Catastrophe!

  The Saints that had been maintaining order all immediately retreated to the riverbanks. As for the increasingly large number of watchers, all of them stared with wide eyes in shock. Just then, Bloom’s sudden death had already caused great shock to these commoners. Because they had seen Bloom fly in the sky.

  Bloom was a Saint, but he had died without being able to fight back at all.

  To these ordinary people, that was simply inconceivable.

  That was a Saint

  At this moment…

  The fierce-faced Beaumont was howling through the air, charging towards Olivier, that deep blue warblade in his hands chopping viciously down towards Olivier. But what welcomed him was… Olivier’s dazzling sword!

  Darkness and light coinciding!

  “Bang!”

  The warblade and the mystic icesword collided, and the terrifying force of the collision blasted forth towards ground. The Great Botha Levee’s entire surface layer cracked with a ‘boom’ sound, and then transformed into dust. A layer of the Great Botha Levee that was fully a meter deep was blown away, revealing that pitch black rocky material within it.

  The reason why the Great Botha Levee was able to remain undamaged for ten thousand plus years was because of this strange material.

  The shockwave continued down, causing a massive depression within the waters of the Yulan River, then exploded out, casting countless waves in every direction. Drops of water shot out like arrows, and wherever they landed, people cried out in agony, with blood splatting everywhere.

  Instantly, the many citizens watching at the riverbanks grew terrified, quickly retreating backwards nonstop.

  “Rumble…” A strange surge of white light rippled forth from Desri’s chest. This surge of strange, rippling white light was simply too fast, instantly reaching Beaumont’s body. Beaumont, feeling some pain, let out a single growl.

  “These bastards.” Beaumont stared at the distant Desri and Olivier.

  He had miscalculated!

  He had thought that as Desri and Olivier had just become Deities, they should have very ordinary levels of strength. Dealing with them shouldn’t be difficult. But who would have imagined… that just then, Olivier’s attack had actually been slightly more powerful than his own warblade’s attack. As for Desri, he had that strange soul-attack.

  “You want to kill us? In your dreams.” Olivier’s face was ice cold.

  At this moment, Linley glanced at Desri, secretly sighing, “Desri trains in the Elemental Laws of Light, focusing on the soul. Indeed, upon becoming a Deity, soul-based attacks are extremely hard to defend against. Even Beaumont suffered somewhat.”

  Desri was most proficient at matters pertaining to the soul!

  “Linley, I can deal with this Beaumont by myself,” Olivier transmitted mentally. Olivier was completely confident in himself, and he immediately transformed into a ray of light, instantly piercing through the sky and arriving in front of Beaumont.

  “Bang!”

  Beaumont’s body instantly began to emit a rippling gray energy aura that instantly covered an area of ten meters around him.

  “Swooosh.” Olivier instantly flew backwards and retreated.

  Olivier’s face was ashen. While flying back, he immediately transmitted mentally, “Careful, that gray divine power covering his body has a very strange force. When I drew near it, I felt my entire body become weak. It was very bizarre.” Olivier took a deep breath, and his face slowly began to look a bit better.

  Desri and Linley were both secretly shocked.

  Linley knew that, having been at the Demigod-level for so long, this Beaumont definitely had some powerful attacks.

  “Haha…” Beaumont let out a wild laugh, then stared at Linley and the other two with murder in his eyes. “It seems I underestimated you. If I don’t use a bit of my real power, it really will be hard to kill you. Then… prepare to die.”

  After finishing speaking, Beaumont charged forward, his entire body surrounded by that roiling gray aura. His target was still Olivier and Desri!

  Olivier and Desri’s faces were very solemn.

  “Rumble…” Desri’s chest once again emitted that strange, rippling white light which streaked towards Beaumont.

  But this time, Beaumont seemed to be unaffected, while at the same time he struck out with his warblade, covered with gray light, in a lightning fast chopping blow towards Olivier.

  “Haaaargh!” Olivier let out an angry sound, and the darkness and light divine power around his body formed into a protective armor. Instantly, a black and white sword flash appeared, and space itself ripped apart. When that black-white sword flash and that blue warblade collided, the only thing that could be heard was repeated collision sounds…

  “Not good!” Linley knew that the situation was dire.

  Suddenly, a faint green figure charged straight in.

  Countless devilish violet sword flashes appeared, creating countless tears in space. This was the Rippling Wind – Dimensional Decapitator attack! Countless violet flashes of light, each of which contained a Dimensional Decapitator, stabbed out. The countless sword shadows’ appearance and attacks caused even Beaumont, despite his power, to only be able to respond sluggishly.

  “How bizarre.” Linley’s heart trembled.

  He could sense that Beaumont’s warblade seemed to have transformed into layers of waves, crashing down upon him, while he himself was nothing more than a small boat within the waves that could be capsized at any moment. In addition, the ‘warblade waves’ contained within them a strange, deathly aura which was constantly affecting his soul. If his soul was weak, he might have become dizzy from that deathly aura alone and become unable to fight back.

  “Retreat.” Linley, after stabbing out with his ‘Rippling Wind’ technique, immediately grabbed Olivier and flew backwards.

  Olivier’s face was ashen. His soul wasn’t as strong as Linley’s, and the impact of that deathly aura on him was very great. Desri, in turn was shocked; his attack had no effect at all.

  In the air above the Great Botha Levee of the Yulan River, Linley, Desri, and Olivier stood shoulder to shoulder. They all felt that the situation was not good.

  “There’s nothing I can do against him,” Desri said mentally to Linley and Olivier.

  Linley didn’t say anything. Desri was only skilled in soul-attacks, but his foe was able to easily block it. Then what else could Desri do? Linley looked at Olivier, transmitting to him mentally, “Olivier, do you have any methods you can use to deal with this Beaumont?”

  Olivier narrowed his eyes, transmitting back, “I have a powerful attack, but after using it, my spiritual energy will be utterly consumed, and my soul will become weak as well. I won’t be able to attack after that.”

  Linley nodded secretly.

  “You still want to kill me?” Beaumont laughed wildly. “You there, soul-attacking fellow. Your soul-attack isn’t bad, but I, Beaumont, wasn’t even afraid of the Grand Warlock. How could I be afraid of your soul-attack? Your ability, compared to that of the Grand Warlock’s, is far off!!!”

  Linley thought back to the Grand Warlock’s attack as well.

  If it hadn’t been for his damaged Sovereign artifact, and f
or that azure water drop, he truly wouldn’t have been able to hold off against the Grand Warlock’s final, desperate attack.

  “As for you, the one with the white and black hair.” Beaumont felt that victory was assured. “You are able to simultaneously use light divine power and darkness divine power. This really is quite unique. But… a simple sword blow like that? If I, Beaumont, couldn’t resist it, I would’ve died in the Planar Prison long ago.”

  “Just a simple sword? Hrmph. This sword is enough to kill you,” Olivier ground out.

  He was prepared to go all out.

  “Haha…” Beaumont, utterly enraged, let out a laugh. “Fine. You want to die? I’ll grant you death.” The deathly aura around Beaumont’s body once more began to grow in strength, and he charged like a boundless tidal wave towards Linley, Desri, and Olivier.

  Linley hardened his heart.

  “Kill!”

  The fierce-faced Olivier was wielding his mystic icesword, and he charged out in front of Linley. Linley, not hesitating at all, followed from straight behind. Both Linley and Olivier had decided to use their ultimate attacks!

  “Haha…” Beaumont laughed wildly, while at the same time he began to brandish that deep blue warblade.

  The deep blue warblade transformed into countless blade blurs, forming into a wave of blade shadows. At the same time, Beaumont’s eyes turned scarlet red, and within the blue blade waves, there appeared a faint red color.

  Although Linley had moved after Olivier did, Linley’s speed was faster than Olivier’s, and so he was the first to clash with Beaumont.

  “I will kill that black-kid and badly injure this Linley.” Beaumont was no longer going to hold back. But suddenly, Beaumont discovered to his astonishment that an extremely bewitching violet light suddenly flashed from Linley’s body, while at the same time, a gentle, soft sound, almost like that of a flute, could be heard.

  This sound was very pleasant to listen to.

  In that moment, the entire world seemed to have turned quiet. The only sound that could be heard was that of the soft, gentle flute sound.