However, the black-clad figure’s strength clearly exceeded the expectations of the two; his speed was ridiculously fast. Before the old monk with the spear could reach him, his fist had already slamd into the face of the Vajra Master.
"Brother, this Vajra Master’s skin mbrane..."
Xiahou Zhang, who originally wanted to remind him, stopped before finishing his sentence, the fear in his eyes rising another level.
When the fist struck his face, the Vajra Master hurriedly raised both hands to block, just as before, his body shone with golden light, indeed catching the black-clad figure’s fist. Yet, the opponent’s strength clearly surpassed his by far.
His hands were directly pushed into his own face by the punch, his nose instantly broken, and his entire face caved in by about one or two centiters.
Gulp...
Even though the Golden Light Master’s expression remained calm, and he appeared unscathed, just seeing his face cave in made Xiahou Zhang involuntarily turn to look at the black-clad figure, swallowing hard.
He had fought the Vajra Master twice, fully aware of the other’s physical toughness. A punch that could crush his face like this could only an one thing: the black-clad figure’s strength not only surpassed his but also far surpassed that of the Vajra Master.
"Ten units, this person’s strength is at least over ten units, possibly exceeding Shangguan Yang, or even Yang Zhun, looking at his Bone Appearance Battle Body, how many feet he has!"
At this mont, Xiahou Zhang was staring at the black-clad figure, his pupils trembling. He knew very well what it ant for soone to be at a Xianyang Level stronger than Shangguan Yang, or even Yang Zhun.
Right now, he just wanted to see the black-clad figure’s Bone Appearance Battle Body, to determine the true extent of his strength.
Unfortunately, his plan was clearly destined to fail.
As the black-clad figure struck the Vajra Master, he swiftly drew the Black Soft Sword from his left eye, then turned around to slash out a black sword edge hundreds of ters long, sweeping away the approaching old monk with the spear.
"Great Awakening Yan Long Master, am I right?"
The old monk with the spear, recognized for his identity, imdiately showed a hint of surprise on his face but said nothing. He rely followed the Vajra Master, face sullen, to once again press forward towards the black-clad figure.
Holding the soft sword, the black-clad figure saw the two charging at him, his gaze turning cold. He flung the soft sword sharply, first blocking the faster Yan Long Master behind him, then with a swift kick sent him, spear and all, flying several dozen ters. Without any hesitation, he gathered strength with his left fist and struck forward fiercely.
Bam...
The Vajra Master’s punch was blocked once again.
But this ti, the result was different. When the black-clad figure kicked Yan Long Master away, he had used a lot of strength. Hastily gathering power with his left fist, it wasn’t as strong as before, being pushed back repeatedly by the Vajra Master.
Swish...
However, the black-clad figure only retreated two or three ters before quickly suppressing his montum. His body suddenly turned, his right hand leveraging the strength of his waist and abdon, slashing out a black sword edge directly flying towards the Vajra Master’s chest.
"What a pity!"
At this mont, the Vajra Master’s body exploded with golden light. Even if the sword cut through, it was the chest, so at most, he would end up like he did with his face being caved in - not suffering a fatal injury, which made Xiahou Zhang sigh inwardly with regret.
As if the black-clad figure’s strength was too great, the Vajra Master faced this sword but didn’t dare to take it head-on; his pupils slightly contracted, he abandoned the fist strike, then quickly twisted his body, using his flank to block.
Crunch...
The black-clad figure’s strength was indeed formidable. As the black sword edge swept past, the sound of cracking was clearly heard from the bones in the Vajra Master’s right arm, and he was directly swept away by the sword edge for over a hundred ters.
"What are you still doing standing there? These two old guys together, I can’t fight them. If you don’t escape now, there won’t be another chance."
Hearing the black-clad figure’s voice, Xiahou Zhang’s face changed dramatically. Especially noticing the residual glances of the two masters directed at him, he gritted his teeth and cupped his fists, "Thank you, my friend, for saving my life. Xiahou Zhang will surely repay this kindness one day!"
After saying that, he imdiately flew swiftly towards the southeast, not daring to linger any longer.
"That person’s appearance, at most sixty or seventy years old, maybe even younger, yet such powerful strength. His attire isn’t in the style of the Nine Towns, is he from elsewhere, or is soone in the other Eight Towns secretly breaking through and deliberately pretending?"
"No, no, not from the other Eight Towns. The others in the Eight Towns wouldn’t go to such lengths to save —it must be from the Outer Realm."
"An external force has set its eyes on the Nine Towns, that’s troubleso!"
.........
Xiahou Zhang’s brow furrowed, his heart obviously unsettled. He sped southeast for over a hundred kiloters, and it was only when he saw a giant black city wall, spanning fifteen kiloters from north to south, that his expression finally relaxed.
The gates of the towns of the Nine Towns all faced east towards the Moao Mountain Range, and Jiangxia City was no exception. Thus, the western city wall he saw now was effectively the back entrance to Jiangxia City.
Even though it was the back entrance, as soon as he approached, soone imdiately ca up to et him.
"Senior Brother!"
The person arriving clearly held a significant status, wearing a fine white robe, with ticulously tied white hair at the back of his head, his face lined with creases, looking much older than him, yet calling out "Senior Brother."
"Xinfan, we lost Hongguan!"
Xiahou Zhang was the only disciple of Jiangxia Lord Jiang Yinglong, and logically had no junior brothers. The only person in Jiangxia Town who could call him "Senior Brother" was Jiang Yinglong’s eldest son, the Town Chief Jiang Xinfan, standing in front of him now.
"Lost it, so what? Senior Brother, go back and heal your wounds first!"
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