"Hey, Mr. Yang."
"Is this youngster really a wild Martial Artist without a strong background?"
Niu Qinghe was sowhat incredulous.
The pressure emanating from him gradually rose, and the terrifying Tyrannical True Intent pressed towards Lin Zheyu, all the while he still had the mind to chat with Mr. Yang.
"Can’t you judge for yourself!"
"Would a Martial Artist with a complete legacy and guidance from powerful elders cultivate so many ssy techniques?"
"Multiple Fist Skills, Saber Skills, Lightweight Skills, Body Refining Techniques, Turtle Breath True Skill, and Qi Blood Bursting Martial Skills, it’s indeed quite chaotic."
"Just in the Lightweight Skill alone, there are three or four different Lightweight Body Techniques, all cultivated to an adept level."
"If it were your disciple cultivating this way, wouldn’t you want to just slap him to death?"
Mr. Yang was speechless when this was ntioned.
What he said was not even all.
He discovered that Zhao Hao’s Turtle Breath True Skill was obtained from the Lee Family recently, and before that, he had already cultivated a circumcised version of the Turtle Breath Skill to Perfection.
anwhile, Zhao Hao also studied poisons, often researching a naless Poison Tao book, spending considerable ti on it as well.
When Mr. Yang investigated this information, he couldn’t help but feel a bit exasperated.
No matter how high your talent and comprehension, you shouldn’t squander it like this!
"You’re indeed correct."
"If a Bull Demon Sect disciple dared to be so unfocused and cultivate random techniques, I’d clean up the sect with a slap myself."
Niu Qinghe nodded in agreent.
He looked at Mr. Yang solemnly and said, "Old Yang, let have this kid, I’ll agree to any condition you propose!"
Cultivating so many chaotic techniques yet still achieving such formidable strength, it clearly shows how terrifyingly high this kid’s talent is.
Even in such heedless squandering, he hasn’t faded into the diocrity of the masses.
"Scram."
Mr. Yang replied unceremoniously.
You’re joking, he’s not a fool.
It’s rare to find such a rough diamond, Mr. Yang would never let it go to soone else.
"Alas..."
"Since he’s not a Bull Demon Sect disciple, why am I being so gentle?"
Niu Qinghe was a bit dissatisfied.
The True Intent pressure on him gradually rose, suddenly soaring, pressing down towards Lin Zheyu.
"Hiss—"
The enveloping True Intent pressure suddenly soared, and Lin Zheyu felt as if his spirit was about to be crushed directly by an invisible force.
Bang!
A buzzing sound echoed in Lin Zheyu’s mind, the terrifying pressure left him with no energy to maintain the Turtle Breath True Skill and keep up his appearance disguise.
The Qi Blood locked in his blood by the Turtle Breath True Skill churned violently within him.
Fortunately, the Nine Revolutions Locking Essence Skill had previously sealed most of the Qi Blood, leaving the remaining Qi Blood to disperse within his body, much thinner than before.
Neither Mr. Yang nor Niu Qinghe could sense the intensity of this Qi Blood Transformation from the thin energy.
"Oh, this kid’s this young, he’s not even fifty yet?"
Upon seeing Lin Zheyu’s appearance, Niu Qinghe couldn’t help but exclaim in surprise.
Too youthful.
Were it not for the stubble on his face, he looked just like a lad in his twenties.
"Well, perhaps he’s naturally youthful-looking."
Mr. Yang nonchalantly replied.
Seeing Lin Zheyu’s true appearance, a bright light flashed in his eyes.
The corners of Mr. Yang’s mouth stretched to his ears, grinning widely.
This ti he really hit the jackpot!
This young, surely not even seventy, perhaps not even sixty, at most around fifty.
The strength of his Qi Blood was about the Qi Blood Eight Transformations, just as he had previously assessed.
’What a pity...’
’With such powerful talent, joining the Infinite Sect from a young age, he definitely could have reached the Qi Blood Dragon Realm, maybe even attempted to enter that level!’
Mr. Yang felt a bit regretful in his heart.
What a great uncut gem, unfortunately, it missed the best ti for carving.
Mr. Yang sighed slightly, looking at Niu Qinghe.
This foolish bull was staring at Lin Zheyu, eyes aglow.
"Ahem."
"So people are naturally youthful, with a baby face, he must be one of those." Mr. Yang reiterated, worried that Niu Qinghe might still covet Zhao Hao.
Niu Qinghe looked at Mr. Yang speechlessly, wearing a ’do you think I’m an idiot’ expression.
"Hmph, you really think I can’t see it!"
"This ti, no matter what, you owe a big favor!" Niu Qinghe snorted coldly, regretful beyond asure.
Enough to make one slap a thigh in frustration.
Lin Zheyu was oblivious to the disappearance of his disguise and the revelation of his true appearance.
His ntal will was enveloped by Tyrannical True Intent pressure, so terrifying it induced hallucinations.
Lin Zheyu felt as if he was in a vast ocean, a titanic bull demon figure roaring in the midst of it, stirring waves.
Rumble
Rumble, rumble—
Trendous roaring sounds exploded, the bull demon roared, unleashing fearso punches towards the sky, an aura of invincibility, tyranny transmitted from afar.
"Tyrannical..."
"Tyrannical..."
Lin Zheyu murmured softly, amid the surging waves, the Tyrannical True Intent within him, crushed to the extre, began to expand once again.
His ntal will started mimicking the bull demon that stood tall, practicing Fist Skills in the surging waves.
Ti passed slowly.
Unbeknownst to him, how much ti had passed in his consciousness.
A horrifying, powerful, tyrannical force seed to break through as if a cocoon into a butterfly, like a seed sprouting, breaking through the imnse pressure cloaked over his spirit, erging as a tender shoot.
Lin Zheyu suddenly opened his eyes, the powerful Tyrannical True Intent erupted fiercely from within.
Moo!!!
His Qi Blood roared.
His fists explosively struck out, the terrifying force collided with the air, as if breaking through Niu Qinghe’s True Intent pressure, bursting forth with the roar of a raging bull.
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