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Chapter 132 If Heaven had not given birth to Chen Shao, the Dao would have been in eternal darkness.

The sky was completely silent, and there wasn't a single explosion around.

The audience below stared wide-eyed at Chen Shao's fist, dumbfounded.

Where's Lei?

Chen Shao was speechless. Wasn't this showing off enough?

Damn it, let's do it again!

Chen Shao remained unfazed and shouted again:

"May evil be vanquished, may the Thunder God aid me!"

There was still no movement.

The people in the audience had already started whispering and pointing.

Zhang Liang found it all laughable.

No one knows better than him how lightning is generated.

There really are people who try to summon lightning by raising their fists.

"If you're not skilled enough, don't show off."

"Which of my Taiping Daoist arts doesn't require years of accumulated practice? If you want to display your prowess in public, you must suffer in private. Young man..."

Chen Shao completely ignored him.

It's just showing off, if it doesn't work the first time, just keep trying.

"Nine Heavens Mysterious Temple, transform into divine thunder! Your majestic heavenly might obey my command!"

No response? Try again!

"If Heaven had not given birth to Chen Shao, the Daoist path would have been shrouded in eternal darkness!"

Chen Shao suddenly raised his head and roared with all his might:

"Lei! Come here!"

Laughing to death... General Zhang Liang shook his head.

"If you don't understand the profound and subtle methods, you can shout until you're hoarse..."

His voice abruptly stopped.

The next moment his expression changed drastically, going from fear to panic to wailing in an instant.

Damn! He's really good at this!

A thick bolt of lightning descended from the sky.

It was fast and swift.

Surrounding the coarse thunder were smaller, bluish thunderbolts, like green snakes spitting their tongues.

It hit Chen Shao right on the head.

boom!

After the lightning struck, Chen Shao was unharmed.

Chen Shao quickly looked in the direction of Helian Xiong.

In an instant, the other person curled up, their face quickly turned black, they exhaled several puffs of black smoke, and then rolled on the ground.

Haha!

Chen Shao was overjoyed; calling him "father" hadn't been in vain.

That wasn't all; he roared at the sky again:

"Let the lightning rage even more fiercely!"

boom!

Another bolt of lightning struck.

Chen Shao remained motionless, standing there surrounded by lightning, his robes fluttering loudly as the lightning struck him.

Even the wooden planks underfoot were crackling and emitting black smoke.

Those around him were not so lucky.

Although almost all the lightning was focused on Chen Shao, the surrounding azure lightning bolts indiscriminately bombarded his surroundings.

It wasn't as powerful as you might imagine, but it would still be enough to give an ordinary person a run for their money.

Especially Zhang Liang, who was closest to him.

Half of his Taoist robe was burned off, and his venerable face was charred black.

Her hair stood on end, fluttering in the wind.

Wisps of smoke rose from his head, and he stood there like a trembling wooden chicken.

"Gentlemen, let's see if this is truly a thunderbolt?"

Chen Shao leaped into the crowd.

They walked toward the group of people who had just supported Zhang Liang.

Wherever he goes, lightning strikes.

In an instant, chaos erupted in the audience as the Yellow Turban Army was utterly routed by the lightning.

Of course, it stems more from the fear of the unknown.

The power of lightning is not that great.

People were packed together, people were trampling on each other.

Some people even knelt there.

Even though they weren't hit by the lightning, they were shouting:

"Your Majesty! Please stop your supernatural powers!"

Chen Shao wandered around for a long time before finally returning to the altar with Lei Guang.

The lightning dissipated, and the altar was now in disarray.

Below, everyone was kneeling on the ground.

He looked at Zhang Liang, who was already somewhat unable to take care of himself, and chuckled softly:

"General, you need to practice cooking more."

At that moment, Hai Rui rushed over again.

Chen Shao did not approach him, and he was unharmed.

Hai Rui shouted loudly to the crowd below the stage:

"General Zhang's skills are not up to par; he cannot bathe in lightning. No wonder others are blaming him. Take him away to treat his injuries first."

"etc."

Chen Shao stopped Xuanjizi, who came to help General Zhang.

"I am also quite knowledgeable about the art of using talismanic water, which can cure diseases instantly."

He even summoned lightning, as easily as taking a bath. Now, people would believe he could conjure soldiers from beans.

It's just about treating and saving lives.

Even Xuanjizi, who feigned supernatural powers and knew the secrets of the Yellow Turbans, was filled with awe:

"Your Majesty disregards past grievances, I admire you. Please use your magic to save my general's life."

"No problem."

Chen Shao found a piece of yellow paper, lit it, and poured the ashes into a bowl.

Feeling it wasn't enough, he spat out another mouthful of phlegm.

"The divine elixir of the Great Sage True Lord! So be it!"

He casually made up a sentence and poured the wine into Zhang Liang's mouth.

Poor General Zhang had already been electrocuted to the point that his tongue was numb, and could only desperately resist by making muffled noises.

"This is refusing to seek medical help... If we keep struggling, we can only resort to the holy water of a virgin."

Zhang Liang immediately became obedient and stopped struggling.

He almost died after drinking a bowl of water.

General Xuanji, standing nearby, was overjoyed.

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

Then he took out a few taels of silver from his pocket and secretly slipped it to Chen Shao when no one was looking.

"Your Majesty, could you please grant me holy water?"

this...

It's possible, but urinating in front of everyone...

I, Chen Shao, still have a sense of shame.

Chen Shao's face darkened.

"With such a meager offering, even the gods would find it difficult to grant your request. Next time, definitely next time."

Xuanji was overjoyed and ordered someone to take General Ren Gong down.

At this point, Hai Rui said again:

"We, the Yellow Turban Army, are willing to accept defeat and, as agreed, will escort His Majesty out of the camp."

Chen Shao straightened his clothes and nodded slightly to Hai Rui.

He stepped down from the altar amidst the admiring gazes of the crowd and headed outside.

Hai Rui personally led a team to clear a path through the crowd.

Chen Shao walked very slowly, nodding and greeting everyone.

He seemed completely unfazed.

In his heart, however, he was screaming, "Aren't they going to spare me? Aren't these few moves enough to make me kneel and bow down?"

"Look at you, you've even worn your yellow turban crookedly."

Chen Shao re-fastened the headband for a soldier.

"Whose shoes are these?"

Everything was telling them one thing: I'm leaving.

As he got closer to the exit, his mood grew heavier.

Seriously... are their Dao hearts really that stable?

Just as he was about to take that step, a young voice finally came from behind him.

"Honorable Supreme Great Luo Celestial Immortal, Purple Extreme Longevity Saintly Wisdom Illuminating Spirit, Unifying the Three Primal Elements, Proving Response, Jade Void Supreme Master of the Five Thunders, Great Saint Emperor of the Mysterious Capital Realm, please wait!"

Chen Shao immediately stopped and looked back.

A young, burly man was seen squeezing through the crowd and heading this way.

He knelt down before Chen Shao:

"Your Majesty! We want to follow you!"

"You are truly a god descended from heaven!"

Chen Shao's first reaction was, "What a sycophant!"

He could perfectly replicate the title he made up on the spot, a title he himself didn't even remember.

"What's your name?"

"My name is Aluminum Cloth."

Chen Shao was taken aback and subconsciously asked:

"Where is your little Diao Chan?"

Aluminum Cloth looked confused, then looked down.

"My Diao Chan is on my waist, what else?"

Roll, roll, roll.

Chen Shao waved his hand, wondering why he had asked such a pointless question.

"Why should you follow me?"

"Having spent half my life wandering, I only regret not having met a wise ruler. If you will not abandon me, I am willing..."

"Get out of here!" Chen Shao stopped him from saying anything more.

Aluminum cloth would never let such an opportunity pass by.

He immediately raised his arm and shouted:

"General Rengong's Taoist skills are inferior to His Majesty's; we will follow whoever has superior skills!"

"Your Majesty, please accept us!"

His shout woke up all the Yellow Turban soldiers who were still in a daze.

Yes, this is the true god of Taoism.

Immediately, the entire Yellow Turban Army erupted in commotion.

"We are all His Majesty's followers."

"How could Your Majesty bear to abandon us?"

"Your Majesty, I beg you!"

And so on.

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