Chapter 64: Eight-Armed heavenly net, arrogant words born of high status (Part 1)

The Great Baolian Temple was the domain of a veteran master who had achieved Sainthood. What on earth could have prompted that person to head there?

Furthermore, where was the Grand Vow-Bearing Baolian Master of Nanyang?

Zhao Ping could not help but massage the bridge of his nose, seriously considering whether he should find a way to request a transfer. He felt that with someone like Yi Beidou appearing in the country, sitting in his current position would probably shorten his life by a decade.

This incident had happened too suddenly with many obscure details, but the top priority was to ensure that Yi Beidou would not clash directly with the Siamese military, allowing him to leave Siam safely.

"Promptly notify all departments and initiate diplomatic engagement with the Siamese side at the fastest speed," Zhao Ping said with a deep breath.

Inside the backyard of the Great Baolian Temple.

Clack, clack, clack!

A series of footsteps echoed as fully armed Siamese soldiers rushed into the backyard.

There was a reason why the Siamese government responded with such speed.

The influence of the Great Baolian Temple spread across the entire Nanyang region, deeply rooted and intertwining complexly. It did not take orders from the Siamese royal family, maintaining merely a cooperative relationship with the nation. Therefore, the royal family naturally had to keep a contingency plan.

They had deployed a considerable military force in the surrounding areas of the Great Baolian Temple. Once needed, they could make a rapid response within minutes and enter a state of combat readiness.

Inside the tea room, celebrities from various places could clearly see those soldiers surrounding the main hall from afar. Not only did they carry firearms, but some soldiers were also carrying mortars, quickly setting them up on the ground. It seemed that at the slightest disagreement, they would completely raze the entire hall building to the ground.

Helicopters buzzed in the sky, sticking out machine guns from their cabins, their pitch-black barrels crisscrossing to point directly at the main hall.

This scene made everyone break out in cold sweat. If these weapons actually opened fire, could they possibly survive?

Moreover, the other party was merely a single person; did it really warrant deploying this level of force?!

Inside the main hall, Yi Beidou looked out toward the yard, as if sensing something in his heart.

"Your military reacts quite quickly. It seems your country of Siam wishes to fight me to the death?" Yi Beidou asked, looking at Mahira.

"Venerable Master, please do not misunderstand! These are all defensive armed forces targeted at the Baolian Temple, merely deployed for an emergency!" Mahira hurriedly said.

If a real fight broke out here, would there be any chance for him to survive?

He hurriedly strode to the entrance of the main hall and shouted outward, "I am Third Prince Mahira! Do not open fire, make no rash moves! Obey my instructions in everything!"

After managing to slightly pacify the soldiers outside, he breathed a sigh of relief and returned to the main hall.

"Venerable Master, this Baolian Temple wields immense power in Nanyang and acts with utter lawlessness. Our Siamese royal family has long been at odds with them, yet we could do nothing due to the divine powers of the Baolian Master. If I may be so bold to ask, the Grand Vow-Bearing Baolian Master currently..."

Mahira asked cautiously.

"This matter is a private grudge between the Grand Vow-Bearing Baolian Master and myself. I have no wish to engage in a massive slaughter here in Siam. Your attitude is quite good, and I have no desire to make things difficult for you. However, your status is insufficient, and you are unable to make decisions on many matters. Bring someone who can make decisions to negotiate with me."

Seeing that this person knew how to read the situation, Yi Beidou did not mind exchanging a few more words with him.

The purpose of his trip was to wipe out the domain of the Grand Vow-Bearing Baolian Master. Now that his objective had been achieved, he did not wish to create any more karmic retribution through killing.

Siam was still different from northern Myanmar; it could not be called a place steeped in widespread evil, and many soldiers were merely ordinary citizens.

Am I, a prince of Siam, still not of sufficient status?

Mahira took a deep breath. Yet, upon careful consideration, it was indeed true. This person was an existence on the same level as the Grand Vow-Bearing Baolian Master, and in front of such a figure, he could only remain respectful and act merely as a conduit for messages.

"Would you permit me to make a phone call?" Mahira asked.

"Do as you please."

Yi Beidou waved his hand, then turned and sat cross-legged on the ground.

Mahira dialed a certain number, spoke rapidly in a flurry of words, and hung up. About fifteen minutes later, his phone rang again.

After listening to the call, Mahira took a deep breath, turned around, and approached Yi Beidou, who was sitting cross-legged. He brought his palms together and bowed deeply, saying, "Venerable Master, our country's Venerable Eight-Armed Tianluo wishes to meet with you. Would you grant this audience?"

"A person who has achieved physical Sainthood? It is indeed worth a meeting."

Hearing this, a flicker of emotion crossed Yi Beidou's expression as he nodded slightly.

"Venerable Eight-Armed Tianluo has already set out from Bangkok and will arrive in half an hour," Mahira told Yi Beidou, before retreating to the side, saying no more and waiting quietly, though his expression carried an inexplicable complexity.

About half an hour later, Yi Beidou sensed something, stood up, and strode out of the main hall.

The soldiers standing guard outside immediately grew tense, raising their gun barrels in unison until they saw Mahira, who had chased out of the hall, frantically making hand gestures at them, prompting them to lower their barrels once more.

Everyone inside the tea room did not dare to leave, clinging to the edges of the windows to quietly watch the unfolding scene, too afraid to utter a word.

Buzz, buzz, buzz!

Suddenly, a helicopter flew in from the distance and hovered in the air above.

Whoosh!!

A figure leaped down from the helicopter.

Was that equivalent to the height of a ten-story building?!

Watching that figure crash heavily onto the bluestone pavement of the courtyard, sending flying gravel scattering as the ground shook violently, the onlookers felt an indescribable shock.

Though they fancied themselves broad-minded and worldly, today they had witnessed too many unbelievable sights, as if the door to an entirely different world had been thrown open.

From the sunken indentation in the ground, a middle-aged man emerged.

He had a lean build and medium height, was barefoot, and wore traditional Siamese hemp clothing and shorts, his skin baked to a bronze hue.

In particular, the bones at his knees, knuckles, and elbows protruded sharply like blades and spikes.

Though his frame appeared fragile and weak at first glance, it gave off a strong, hair-raising sensation of dread.

It was much like facing a praying mantis or an arthropod—slender, yet possessing a ruthless lethality.

The Eight-Armed Tianluo, Bakagu.

"I heard that a newly emerged master of physical Sainthood had appeared in Donghua and recently stirred up winds and clouds in the Nanyang region. You are indeed very strong. However, to barge into another country's territory uninvited, engage in massive slaughter, incite chaos, and stir up trouble—isn't your conduct a bit too overbearing? You must give me an explanation."

Bakagu looked at Yi Beidou and said, his voice calm yet carrying an unquestionable weight.

His tone was certainly not as humble and reverent as Mahira's.

As the Guardian Venerable of Siam and a master of physical Sainthood currently standing on Siamese soil, he naturally possessed his own dignity.

Otherwise, would he not become a laughingstock to the world?

Hearing these words, Mahira's expression shifted slightly. He glanced at Yi Beidou, seemingly afraid that this fierce individual would fly into a rage, but his expression soon settled back into calmness.

After all, the situation was different now. With Venerable Eight-Armed Tianluo present in person, coupled with the encirclement of such a vast army, there was no need to worry about the situation spinning out of control or his own safety.

They indeed required an explanation for this matter.

"An explanation?"

Hearing this, Yi Beidou's expression remained calm as he raised his gaze toward the sky.

"I originally intended to give you all an explanation, but since this is your attitude, I shall give you that explanation through martial arts instead!"

Boom!!

The next moment, fierce light erupted in Yi Beidou's eyes, and the demonic fiend aura surged like monstrous waves.