rslcontracting Chapter 536 - 24: Trump Card
Chapter 536 - 24: Trump Card
The speed of lightning, the ultimate peak of the world!
Even though the Master’s primordial spirit was clear, he hadn’t expected Fang Zheng to strike relentlessly, and trying to evade was already too late.
Heart Intent Twelve Forms!
Thunder transformed into dragons and snakes, eagles and bears, snakes and sparrows... in an instant, it completely engulfed the area where the Mad Daoist was.
"Boom..."
Accompanied by a loud noise, the grand hall of the county government office collapsed with a roar. This splendid place, built with the tireless efforts of countless craftsmen, turned into ruins in the blink of an eye.
In the midst of the ruins.
A palm-sized cyan flying sword circled in the field like a spirit fish, completely cutting off the Mad Daoist from the thunder.
A few feet away, the area was a mess, but within a few feet, it was as stable as ever.
"Is this the legendary Cyan Rope Sword?"
Fang Zheng appeared more than ten yards away, floating gently to the ground, with faint blood marks between his palms:
"What a magical treasure!"
The palm force he exerted with all his might was completely blocked by the suddenly appearing flying sword, which also countered with a few strikes.
Just a few simple virtual strikes forced him to retreat repeatedly.
The might of a Master,
truly cannot be underestimated!
"Young man, impressive!" The Mad Daoist praised:
"Six feet of righteous strength exploded suddenly, if it were when I just achieved being a Master, I might have been tricked."
"What a pity!"
"You have no idea what a Master is, or what a protective magical treasure is."
"This Cyan Rope Sword acts upon my thought, no matter how excellent your body technique is, how can it compare?"
"Is that so?" Fang Zheng’s expression did not change:
"Not necessarily."
"Hmm?"
Before he finished speaking, a look of surprise appeared on the Mad Daoist’s face. He glanced down to see that at some unknown time, the stone floor beneath him had turned into a swamp, with two dark large hands reaching out to grab his ankles.
Ghost King!
Fang Zheng’s sudden attack was just a distraction, the real killing move was the Ghost King that had long buried itself underground.
"Snap!"
The large hand clenched the ankle tightly, terrifying giant power exploded, and the tangible ghost energy shredded flesh, bones.
In an instant.
The Mad Daoist’s body shattered like a porcelain doll.
"Bang!"
Fragments flew everywhere.
Seeing this, Fang Zheng’s face showed no joy, instead, his heart sank, and he beckoned the Ghost King to his side.
The Master’s physical body was not as tempered as that of a Martial Arts Grandmaster, but it couldn’t be so vulnerable.
Moreover, the Mad Daoist had been renowned for over a century, not comparable to an ordinary Master.
Clone technique!
Sure enough.
The Mad Daoist’s figure appeared behind the ruins, looking slightly pale, with a puzzled gaze towards Fang Zheng.
"With mere realm of no leakage, you’ve actually refined a Ghost King, young man, you truly are surprising."
He lightly pinched a seal technique, his eyes gleamed with spiritual light, his attitude no longer leisurely, already not daring to underestimate Fang Zheng:
"But even so, what can you do?"
Fang Zheng might have indeed refined a Ghost King, but he was still just someone of realm of no leakage, not able to unleash the Ghost King’s true power.
Not to mention killing him,
even self-preservation was problematic.
"Master might have forgotten where this place is?"
Fang Zheng’s expression did not change, standing tall under the oppressive force released by a Master, he spoke slowly:
"I’ve operated Gu’an County for decades, just to make sure that here, no one dares to lightly insult me."
"Not even a Master!"
Outside the hall.
Yang Meng donned bright silver armor, holding a long saber pointed remotely, and in an instant, thousands of private soldiers in the city moved swiftly, forming a military array.
The military array transformed into Dubhe, Merak, Phecda, Megrez, Vega, Kaiyang, Shaking Light of the Big Dipper, and the private soldiers moved accordingly. In an instant, the sky was covered with dark clouds, killing intent soared, and the gloomy wind rose.
Most of Gu’an County was completely enveloped by it.
Like a cage, it blocked Heaven and Earth’s Qi Mechanism, and more invisible oppressive force gathered in the ruins.
"Military array!"
The Mad Daoist’s face turned solemn:
"A small Gu’an County..."
"Whoosh!"
Before he finished speaking, he soared into the sky.
As they say, a gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall. The situation in Gu’an County was beyond his expectation, not only was there a Ghost King comparable to a Master, but there was also such a mysterious military array, surely hiding an expert from the Military School.
He was careless!
He should have investigated the situation here thoroughly before coming.
"Trying to leave?"
Fang Zheng sneered:
"Stay!"
"Whoosh!"
At the thought, the Ghost King beside him vanished abruptly, and reappeared already above the Mad Daoist.
The Ghost King’s speed was equally astonishing.
Its hands clenched into fists, and it slammed down fiercely towards the Mad Daoist below, fist force stirring up a strong wind, creating a tornado out of nowhere.
"Buzz!"
The Cyan Rope Sword emitted a sharp long cry, the sword light soared into the sky, blocking the Ghost King, but also hindering the Mad Daoist’s momentum.
At the same time.
Yang Meng utilized Dou Tapingang, and swung the long saber fiercely, her aura already linking with the thousands of private soldiers into one.
"Boom!"
In an instant.
The surging Qi and Blood enveloped half the city, the turbulent Qi and Blood induced a fierce storm, raising dust, with rolling yellow sand everywhere, almost making it impossible to see one’s hand before one’s eyes.
"Mist!"
Yang Meng shouted lowly.
"Mist!"
"Five!"
Thousands of private soldiers roared at the sky, mystical patterns appeared on them, immediately dense mist enveloped all around.
This mist obscured vision, twisted perception, and the sandstorm could erode Qi and Blood, mana, with many mysterious uses.
Even the Qi and Blood of a Martial Arts Grandmaster and the divine thought of a Magical Sage are suppressed within the military array.
"Good stuff!"
The Mad Daoist’s heart pounded:
"A small Gu’an County actually hides an expert from the Military School."
At this moment, trapped within the military battle array, even if he wanted to leave, it wouldn’t be easy.
"Master."
Yang Meng, wrapped in wind and sand like a Martial Arts Grandmaster suspended in mid-air, cupped her fists towards Fang Zheng:
"Subordinate requests to fight!"
In this moment she was high-spirited, having trained soldiers for years, today was the first chance to fully showcase their ability.