At the sa ti, a wrinkled palm landed on Zhao Yao's body.
"Pre... President..."
Zhao Yao turned his head and saw an elder standing, wearing a long robe, with an immortal-like deanor, clearly the president of the Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance, Lou Hechuan.
"President, we..."
The other two High Skills saw this as if they had grasped a lifeline and hurriedly spoke up.
"You are certainly not his opponents..."
Lou Hechuan walked with slow steps, reaching Zhao Yao, his ghostly eyes firmly locked onto the man at the end of the alley.
At this mont, the smile on Feng Ping'an's face gradually faded.
"He is the forr vice president of the Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance..."
"Scorched Earth Fla Monarch, Feng Ping'an!" Lou Hechuan murmured solemnly, with a chilling killing intent in his murky eyes.
"Long ti no see, Elder Lou!"
Feng Ping'an's gaze deepened, and behind him, the flas distinct and elevated a yard off the ground.
...
At this ti, the Zhang Family's Old Mansion had long been razed to the ground.
Ruins everywhere, in the huge pit, after the smoke and dust dissipated, a strange stone statue slowly erged before everyone's eyes.
"The leader of all spirits, the ancestor of all magic!"
"The divine position of the Great Spirit Sect King? What's this god? I've never heard of it before? An Evil God blasphemy?"
"No incense but fire arises... This has stolen Jade Capital Dragon Qi, transford into incense to worship this divine statue!?"
At this mont, all eyes fell upon the clay statue.
Among those present were disciples like Xu Zhixia from ancient Daoist families, as well as experts like Ma Buting and Sui Chunsheng entrenched in the Daoist Alliance...
Their knowledge extraordinary, surpassing average Daoists, yet this strange clay divine statue left them all puzzled and astonished.
Transforming stolen Dragon Qi into incense, and molding a clay figure to confer divine status!?
Such ans, unheard of!
"The divine status of the Great Spirit Sect King? Is this what Dad left in the old house?"
At this mont, only Zhang Fan felt differently than others, as he looked at the clay statue, his gaze trembling, an indescribably peculiar sensation arose.
For that mont, it was as if he was looking at Zhang Lingzong, or maybe himself.
His Primordial Spirit restless, eager to depart from its corporeal vessel and enter that bizarre clay statue.
"What on earth is this thing!?"
Zhang Fan steadied his heart and suppressed his emotions.
Everyone knew by now, irrespective of what this clay statue was, it concealed the truth of this investigation, the source of turmoil, and the destination of the Dragon Qi.
"Now by ..."
At this mont, Ma Buting spoke, aligned with the Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance, and strongest on site, naturally taking charge.
"I will now oversee this clay statue."
However, before he could finish, a leisurely voice rang out, interrupting him.
Everyone was startled, and looking to the source, they saw Zhang Fan slowly erging from the corner.
"You!?"
Ma Buting was stunned, even Sui Chunsheng and Zhan Xinyue felt surprised.
"This thing surely is an Evil God blasphemy, an external sect..."
Zhang Fan murmured solemnly, with an air of vanquishing demons.
"For the sake of everyone's safety, it's best for to watch over this thing temporarily."
"If not , then who?"
These words left everyone exchanging glances, the vast open ground fell silent.
"Are you saying that you're the strongest here, unafraid of external sect Evil Gods?" Zhou Miaoyu sneered.
"That's exactly what I an."
Zhang Fan grinned, his once gentle gaze suddenly turned sharp, sweeping like a dagger across everyone.
"Zhang Fan... Is he really Zhang Fan?"
At this mont, Xu Zhixia's gaze appeared dazed, after several months, she found it hard to connect the Zhang Fan before her with the one with whom she had spent nearly four years day and night.
Previously modest and quiet, unnoticed, in a flash, his words were sharp, his deanor fierce.
He seed an entirely different person from before.
Most critically, he now faced not ordinary people, particularly Ma Buting...
"Such arrogance, allow to witness your thods."
At this mont, a booming voice suddenly resounded, drumming thunderously.
Buzz...
Simultaneously, Ma Buting shot forth like a cannonball, the terrifying power blasted a pit where he once stood, in a blink, he appeared before Zhang Fan, moving with astounding speed.
Rumble...
In a flash, the crowd's eyes couldn't even follow, a fist imbued with imnse True Yang punched toward Zhang Fan's chest.
Bang... Bang... Bang...
At this mont, everyone was in a daze, only hearing a series of heavy sounds, like a heartbeat, rolling like thunder.
"This is..."
Xu Zhixia's pretty face slightly trembled, seeing Zhang Fan's chest heaving violently, terrifying True Yang gathering to push back Ma Buting's sudden punch.
Rumble...
Two figures collided fiercely, the aftershock stirred up a wild gale.
"Celestial Pig, Nine Elents Evil Child."
"Wuding Commander, Gao Diao Bei Weng."
...
At this mont, a grand curse resounded in everyone's ears, its mysterious power grew intensely malicious.
"The Daoist Sect's magic spanning millennia, the Northern Celestial Profound Emperor's foremost kill!"
"Is this... Celestial Pig Curse!?"
Xu Zhixia's eyes trembled, finding it unbelievable; the Northern Emperor Technique known as the Daoist Sect's foremost killing art, the Celestial Pig Curse, which had been lost since the Daoist Sect's great tribulation, was now in Zhang Fan's grasp!?
"How could this be?"
Now, Xu Zhixia's heart surged with a mighty tumult.
The Zhang Fan she knew for four years, the gentle, low-profile Zhang Fan, the ordinary Zhang Fan...
Everything seed at this mont, under the mighty splitting Celestial Pig Divine Curse, shredded to pieces.
Through many trials of wind and fire, seeing again I am soone else.
Xu Zhixia realized that now, she saw the true Zhang Fan, one bearing Daoist Magic and fearso cultivation.
Rumble...
A surge of blood, three portions of Evil Qi converged, then a phantom tooth manifested in Zhang Fan's hand, its tusk fierce as blade, formidable and awe-inspiring.
"Celestial Pig Fang!"
In the distance, Li Gaoyang's glasses were about to fall off, never had he imagined... Xu Zhixia's nondescript ex-boyfriend, long presud as an ordinary person from the slums.
Yet, the techniques Zhang Fan displayed gave him a chilling touch of fear.
It was the Northern Emperor Technique.
It was the Celestial Pig Curse.
"Since you ca, don't leave."
Zhang Fan's arm moved like a spear, grabbing the retreating Ma Buting, his instinctive response was grand True Yang rolling, instantly covering his body.
Buzz...
At that mont, Celestial Pig Fang descended, Taiyin Forms Evil, fiercely piercing through Ma Buting's True Yang, the fierce tusk pierced his shoulder, scarlet blood gushed forth.
"Good..."
Ma Buting grimaced in pain, his face suddenly shifted, abruptly his shoulder trembled, bones creaked, and the gushing blood abruptly halted.
"It's not over yet!!"
At this mont, Zhang Fan pursued relentlessly, his right hand dropped, as the Celestial Pig Fang stabbed into Ma Buting's chest...
Simultaneously, a large hand dropped like a shadow, directly covering Ma Buting's face, terrifying strength pressed down, smashing him into the ground, creating a large pit, with dust mixed with nauseating blood scent.
"Oh crap... This... this too vicious."
The spacious open ground was utterly silent, everyone stared wide-eyed, filled with awe and reverence.
Especially Xu Zhixia, she seed no longer to recognize the Zhang Fan in front of her.
"Now, this clay divine statue is under my custody..."
Zhang Fan didn't even glance back, turned around, his gaze indifferent, sweeping over everyone, his tone softened again, then flatly asked.
"I have spoken, who approves, who opposes!?"
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