The surroundings were pitch black.
The witch from the He Huan Sect died too quickly. She never expected that the young man's thods were so ruthless, killing as easily as breathing or drinking water. The two didn't even engage in a formal fight; it was a one-move kill, and there was no ti to alert the others.
It was simply because he was skilled with his hands.
The young man flipped and jumped out of the window, quietly moving to the dark side of the opposite street. With the keen senses of a master, he dared not get too close, only holding his breath and waiting.
Ambush!
From a god's eye view, everything nearby could be seen effortlessly.
The elder of the He Huan Sect was sitting in the room drinking tea, with female disciples serving him on both sides. A young man dressed as a Taoist priest glanced at the opposite street, discerning a change in expression, and turned to respectfully say, "Master."
"It's been so long since Sister Yan went, could it be sothing happened to her?"
"Should I go check?"
Upon hearing this, the old Taoist squinted his eyes. He didn't believe his cauldron would dare to indulge secretly, but after such a long ti without returning, it was estimated that sothing went wrong.
He pondered for a mont and said, "Go check with Yan Xing."
"Be extra careful."
The two disciples took the order and left, while the Taoist's eyes turned cold, pulling a hidden weapon from his sleeve, and stealthily followed behind. If the young man were truly difficult to deal with, he would strike secretly later, using a poisoned hidden weapon to break through his defenses. That kid is young, he couldn't possibly have an energy protection barrier.
The two in front quickly flipped onto the roof tiles, while the old Taoist followed behind, alertly gazing forward.
Suddenly.
A fierce palm wind ca from behind, the old Taoist's face changed dramatically, and he turned to et a person in the darkness with a palm. In an instant, he felt turmoil in his chest, a sweet taste in his throat, and almost spat out a mouthful of blood. A strange evil force invaded his body, disrupting his True Qi, making it almost impossible to breathe.
This kid actually had such Divine Power!
Even the ancient overlord wasn't so.
The old Taoist relied on deep Inner Strength to take a palm. With just a single palm strike, the Tiger Evil Power had already invaded his body, sothing beyond ordinary martial arts of the Jianghu, hinting at extraordinary techniques. Which orthodox martial artist's palm wind would carry Blood Evil Power?
This opponent is tricky!
The old Taoist was so scared he didn't dare let the opponent get close, instantly firing several hidden weapons. Yet, the young man, experienced in combat, raised his hand and downward slapped, overturning the roof, even flipping the beams.
A strong wind howled.
A beam was swept aside by Barbaric Power, the old Taoist forcibly gathered energy, shot both palms, directly shattering the cascading wood fragnts. Before he could recover to use Qinggong, a dragon claw extended from the darkness, locking him during the exchange, horrifying the Taoist's expression.
"Sever Muscle and Bone Hands!?"
Bad.
A piercing scream sounded, the old Taoist's right arm was directly destroyed, tendons and bones snapping, twisting the entire arm into a pretzel.
Great strength creates miracles.
This young man's bizarre strength, being touched ant death, being brushed ant injury, even his abundant Inner Strength couldn't hold any advantage once the distance was closed. Lu Shanjun's Tiger Evil Fist was overwhelmingly domineering; battling others, the evil force invades the body, slightly careless and one's mind gets terrorized, the True Qi circulation gets interrupted by the evil force.
Too many negative states.
The old Taoist only took a palm, yet the True Qi from his Dantian could never fully rise, known in the Jianghu as 'Intercepting ridian Hands,' a difficult technique to execute in real combat, yet the young man's evil force was all-pervasive.
Could it be a fierce star has been encountered?
Seeing things going wrong, the old Taoist desired only to leave, slippery as an eel, discarding his robe, and embarrassingly escaped using his agility, even sprinkling so powder while turning back.
But before he could jump down from the eaves, the young man had already held his breath and charged, kicking and shrinking the ground, not sophisticated in technique but extrely fast, with trendous burst strength, shattering the roof with his steps.
Dragon Claw Hand.
The young man instantly grabbed the old Taoist's ankle, Finger Force exploding, crunch, crushing the bones with five fingers. The old Taoist let out a scream, turning and kicking at the young man's sternum acupoint, ordinarily deadly, or at least disruptive, but the young man rely paused, imdiately counter-kicking directly at the old Taoist's crotch.
Uplifting Leg.
This person must undoubtedly belong to the Demonic Sect!
The skills of reputable sects in the Jianghu wouldn't be so vicious. Without ti for further thoughts, the Taoist was instantly pained to the point his eyes rolled white, forcibly suppressing the pain with True Qi, tremblingly said: "Friend, show rcy!..."
"I am a guardian elder of the He Huan Sect…"
Crack.
The two landed simultaneously, the young man without hesitation imdiately smashed the old Taoist's skull with a palm, the entire head resembling a bursting waterlon.
Strands of faint light erged imperceptibly to the naked eye.
The young man's True Qi within agitated, blasting through several acupuncture points along the Kidney ridian of Foot Shaoyin, the flowing True Qi becoming increasingly vigorous, rushing from the foot's bubbling spring to the Dantian, like a surging river.
"Master!"
The nearby He Huan Sect disciples were shattered at the sight, those who had crept near the inn fled without looking back, intent on escape.
They couldn't fathom the depths of this person, witnessing the old Taoist's sudden violent death, their only thought was to scatter for life and deliver the news back to the sect. Had they charged collectively, employing underhanded ans, the young man might struggle against them; however, now these people's courage was gone, further engagent ant pure death.
The young man didn't hesitate for a mont, smashing the old Taoist's skull, promptly kicking and shrinking the ground to chase after one of them.
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