With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal Chapter 915 - 634: Domain, Death Aura, Family Banquet (6k)3

The opponent just used a soul-damaging crow to tornt him. Now, it’s his turn to use death aura to tornt Huo Zhan.

This doesn’t break any rules...

ng Chuan sat cross-legged on the ground, holding his breath and focusing his mind. His soul exited his body and floated just a few feet above his head. With a "soul perspective," he comprehended the opponent’s technique of harmonizing with the environnt, while also enjoying watching Huo Zhan’s tightrope walking...

The Yin Qi slithered on the ground like rattlesnakes, and sotis leaped and lunged, weaving into a scene of chaos and disorder in the air.

This forced Huo Zhan to dodge left and right, leaping and flashing continuously.

His expression was uneasy and restless, fearing even the slightest touch.

From ti to ti, ng Chuan’s soul perspective transmitted a creepy "hehe" laugh...

"Tsk tsk, this old fellow’s body technique is average. In just a little while, he’s been touched four tis. At the very least, he’ll need a Third Grade longevity fruit to recover."

But the Huo family is vast and wealthy, they can afford it, not a big problem!

In the shadows, Huo Zhan continuously changed his posture to dodge. The sweat flowing intensely from his forehead, along with the heat exhaled through his nose and mouth, turned into thick water vapor, steaming and dispersing in all directions.

At this mont, his Qi and the environnt rged perfectly, coincidentally falling into ng Chuan’s "trap."

The Dharma Realm was crushed instantly, suppressed by the death intention.

The surrounding environnt was completely filled with death aura, constantly forcing him into a corner of defeat...

"Huff... what to do..."

In a mont of inattention, Huo Zhan was brushed by those gray Qi dragons again. He could clearly introspect the changes in his body after being touched by the death aura...

The situation suddenly reversed in an instant!

If this drags on, the one exhausted to death won’t be ng Chuan, but himself!

The spear blade wrapped in black wings swept away the approaching gray aura once more.

Anxiety pounding in his heart, he began to think of retreat.

Given the current situation, either admit defeat, or...

Huo Zhan raised his eyelids, which were sowhat glued together with sweat, and looked towards the center, where ng Chuan sat cross-legged, unperturbed, not considering him a threat...

In his ears, Yang Yuelian’s cheering echoed again...

Huff...

Huff!!!

Huo Zhan panted heavily, then grit his teeth, gripping the spear shaft so tightly it seed to squeeze out oil, his heart fire blazed fiercely.

"Go for broke!!!"

A thought flashed by, and broad, thick black feathers appeared behind him, flapping their wings.

Breaking the state of harmony with heaven and earth for an instant, Huo Zhan charged at ng Chuan’s back, releasing his night owl Qi without reservation. His eyes were covered with a solemn black layer, trailing behind with fierce black smoke.

From afar, it seed like a massive owl beast descended from the sky, the spear tip thrusting out instantly, slicing through the wind with a sharp screech, much like a beast’s head arching its neck to roar at the sky.

The next second, sharp, slender hooked claws extended, lunging directly at the ground’s prey!

The killing intent was palpable, the spear tip exuded death flas, and Huo Zhan’s eagle eyes were filled with murder. The hand wielding the spear inexplicably trembled due to exertion.

The claws were only an inch away from ng Chuan’s back.

Suddenly, ng Chuan’s pupils shrank, his soul intention hidden deeply. Simultaneously, he twisted his waist and spun half around, sweeping his leg heavily towards the incoming sharp hooked claws.

The owl beast stumbled from the sweep kick, and ng Chuan’s form soared upward from below.

Targeting the enemy’s body center with his shoulder and elbow, in an instant, his arm contracted, withdrawing his wrist to his chest, drawing a circle with a whoosh.

The surging Qi Blood Force reached its peak, unleashing with the power of heart thunder. Majestic thunder rumbled beneath him, channeling strength upward. His arm, like a thunder dragon, pierced forward like a massive spear, violently breaking through Huo Zhan’s winged offensive, piercing straight into his chest!

In this critical mont, Huo Zhan’s will operated on overdrive, searching for a strategy.

He was well aware, the light and graceful night owl form could absolutely not withstand such a powerful punch!

ng Chuan’s force was sothing he’d already experienced.

Swish—

The serpent-mouthed trident spear that was knocked away was suddenly gripped by an eagle claw erging from Huo Zhan’s armpit.

The eagle claw pressed down the spear, suddenly driving the massive spear to forcefully strike down, the burning tip emanating rolling black flas, colliding with the thunder enveloped on ng Chuan’s fist. Sparks exploded and scattered.

ng Chuan’s rising stance didn’t halt with the completion of this punch. His chest expanded and contracted, and he tread heavily forward nine paces, shattering the ground devoid of True Gang, causing sand, stone, and debris to fly chaotically.

Limitless force pressed against the spear shaft, heavily suppressing the four-ard night owl backward, struggling wildly.

Panic and fear infected his whole body. Huo Zhan was just about to retreat into the shadows again.

The next second, moving like a bolt of lightning, ng Chuan advanced, his hands already ford into eagle claws, grabbing the night owl’s chest suddenly ripping and pulling, thunder and fire burst from his fingertips.

Crack—!

Huo Zhan felt as if he was being torn in two.

His chest muscles, ligants, and bones were all wrenched with intense pain, a thick layer of True Qi seed completely useless, unable to withstand it.

This successive counterattack, ng Chuan combined strength and skill to the extre.

Huo Zhan felt his thirty years of life wasted, thoroughly humiliated by a junior’s Martial Arts!

At this mont, if ng Chuan pulled his arms wide, Huo Zhan would be torn apart!

After grasping Huo Zhan’s chest into a bloody ss, ng Chuan instead clenched his fist tightly, hooking upward at the lower abdon, sending Huo Zhan flying a thousand ters, injured but not killed, sparing his life.

He slightly tilted his head, coldly watching Huo Zhan’s retreating figure, slowly raised his right hand and pressed down, clutching his five fingers one by one.

At the sa ti, ng Chuan opened his mouth, a voice echoed in Huo Zhan’s ears:

"This ti I’ll show respect to Venerable Huo and Huo Yonglin. Think it through next ti."

The Yin Qi that originally perated the surroundings seed to heed a call to retreat, imdiately converging into his fist.

Transforming into dense black ripples, this was the Fist Intent of death aura.

With ng Chuan’s fist seal clenching completely, the death aura vanished.