Chapter 996: Chapter 16: Decisive Victory
What kind of situation will we face.
It is as terrifying as the Sword of the Sword Madman, like the military god’s army.
Old Mr. Siming stood there, holding the Mystic Turtle in front of him, feeling that his white hair was rising towards the sky, with many limp strands. Old Mr. Siming reached out and pinched his own hair, and a small electric arc exploded between his fingers and hair.
Crack.
A little numb.
But, alas, interesting.
Old Mr. Siming played with this electric arc, enjoying it imnsely.
Finally feeling even his physique becoming a bit tingly, he didn’t pursue trouble further, just grinned slightly, and together with the old Mystic Turtle, stared wide-eyed at the sky, watching the vast Great Formation covering the entire big city, murmuring:
“The fishing guy is playing for real.”
“No, why bother with this… ”
“Old partner, tell , why do so people, knowing this guy’s soft spot is his daughter, retreat three steps and take care of her; while others, knowing his soft spot is his daughter, want to use her against him?”
Old Mr. Siming genuinely looked perplexed:
“How dare they?!”
Old Mystic Turtle pondered, saying: “I don’t know.”
“Just like I don’t understand why soone would use their Dharma Form as a shield.”
Old Mr. Siming laughed heartily: “What a coincidence!”
“I don’t know either!”
Saying that, he casually picked up the Mystic Turtle to block a stone that had been swept up, and with a clang, a white mark appeared on the shell of the Mystic Turtle. Old Mr. Siming was very carefree, he exhaled on it, spat into his palm, and rubbed it vigorously.
The white mark on the back of the Mystic Turtle was gone.
The Mystic Turtle’s expression was quite lancholy.
The Whale Hunter ca all the way, using Heavenly Phenonon, terrain, and storm as formation.
Guiding the Heavenly Phenonon of the Western Regions’ great desert all the way, ultimately detonating it here, though borrowing the power of Heaven and Earth, the formation was crafted with ingenuity, using power cleverly, casually setting up formations, which was Si Wei’s realm.
However, following the timing, borrowing the benefits of terrain, and using them for oneself, was the realm of mythology.
But old Mr. Siming also knew the arrogant fellow’s other side. This sandstorm looked frightening, but its lethality wasn’t great, rely to scare hundreds of thousands of civilians into hiding at ho to avoid innocents being hard during revenge.
The Whale Hunter, born a beggar, had a sharp tongue, yet could distinguish the innocent from those deserving punishnt, understanding the general nature of civilians. He knew that if he acted as so Martial World guest, advising before a fight, it would be useless.
Better to raise a storm, they’d naturally hide well.
Old Mr. Siming noticed a Central Plains monk over there, holding a tea tray seated on his knees, with a long staff placed beside him. Old Mr. Siming found it familiar and asked: “Little monk, you seem familiar.”
The monk glanced at him, showing surprise on his face, and said:
“Is it Siming, the Yin Yang Master of the Academy?”
Old Mr. Siming felt delighted and said: “Oh, you know !”
The monk laughed heartily and said: “Yes, everyone from the Academy knows you.”
“Old Senior Si Wei used to say every day that you’re an old coward who doesn’t dare accept challenges, using your Dharma Form as a shield from the Yin Yang Family.”
Old Mr. Siming: “…”
Old Mr. Siming coughed dryly, changing topics, saying:
“Why don’t you hide?”
The monk took a sip of piping hot tea, puffed his chest out proudly, and said:
“I, Thirteen Cross Training highest realm!”
“Water and Fire Immunity!”
“Such scalding tea need not be put down!”
“Naturally don’t need to hide.”
With a bang, a thunder-tainted stone fell onto the monk, instantly shattering, wisps of blue electric patterns wandered over his body, his eyebrows stood up rigidly, without a sound, and his body of muscles’ cross-training was indeed nurable in the world.
Old Mr. Siming’s eyes lit up and he praised: “So amazing?!”
The monk nodded.
Old Mr. Siming thought for a mont and hid behind the monk.
He treated this monk as his shield, patting him: “Truly amazing!”
The monk proudly raised his head.
Old Mr. Siming said: “Indeed extrely powerful, much better than this old man!”
The monk’s lips curved into a smile.
The Mystic Turtle sighed, patting the cross-training monk, feeling a bit of pity.
Hello, shield number two.
I am your predecessor.
Old Mr. Siming, ensured of his safety, raised his head to watch the current changes. In the storm, the silver-haired man’s sleeves fluttered, yet he simply sat cross-legged in the air, and when he raised his hand to grab, the docunts inside the Demon Sect’s stronghold were already flying up.
Ji Zongcheng stood within the Demon Sect’s Great Formation. The original secret chamber, luxurious courtyard had already been overturned, everyone said the Array Leader Formation was powerful, but the swordsmanship, punches, inner strength was not as good as the other three.
Today witnessed.
Such a statent——
Utter nonsense!
The silver-haired man was almost like a human-shaped beast, brutally coming through the main path, Demon Sect disciples were either directly pressed by him until their head was pushed into their chest, dying in terror upon seeing their heart.
Or had their skull cap directly grasped, just with a follow-through yank, their spine was ripped out, left paralyzed dead on the ground, his sleeve rolled, and dozens of chanical Crossbow’s arrows directly reversed, shot into a sieve.
Within the Array Leader Formation, inner strength, swordsmanship, punches, movent techniques, were inferior to the others.
Indeed.
But the person who gave such evaluation never said it.
His inner strength, unparalleled skill, only not as good as those few.
Seeing this scenario now, Ji Zongcheng was indeed anxious, but still settled his heart, taking advantage of the formation, mobilizing the residual human Qi fortune, and loudly said: “Array Leader little one, still rember the old man?”
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