Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path Chapter 694 - 694 547 Full Moon and Gentle Breeze 548 Stridi

694: Chapter 547: Full Moon and Gentle Breeze Chapter 548: Striding Through the Hatches_4 694: Chapter 547: Full Moon and Gentle Breeze Chapter 548: Striding Through the Hatches_4 Hearing the Third and Fourth Elders’ speculative exchange, the elderly leader with long whiskers coughed lightly with an impatient darkened face: “No need for further guesses.

Zhou Ping’an has always been bold in his actions, and his strategies lean towards the unpredictable, lacking the grandeur and dignity.

He is capable of anything.

This ti, regardless of whether Tang Baoyu and the others have t with disaster or not, as soon as we see Lin Huaiyu, we must imdiately seal off all escape and strike at the earliest opportunity without hesitation.”

“Even if he hides deeply, we must flush him out; otherwise, with such a figure lurking nearby, how could our Tang Family ever be at peace?”

Despite not taking the threat of Zhou Ping’an too seriously, Tang Shimin did not dare to be careless.

The Second Elder Tang Shihong’s body was yet warm in death, and the Sixth Elder Tang Yuanqing had also just suffered a crushing defeat; while the Tang Family was still in mourning, they were also filled with trepidation.

The enemy’s approach was fierce, and it seed they held no reverence for a thousand-year-old clan like ours…

especially at this critical juncture of gathering strength from all sides, we cannot afford to give in.

To deter others from offending lightly, the best approach is to demonstrate an imposing aura and murderous intent.

Otherwise, even the smallest of creatures will dare to co to our doorstep seeking trouble.

Wouldn’t that make the Tang Family the laughingstock of the world?

Upon this thought, he gently felt the jade talisman in his pocket, comforting himself with its warmth.

“Clan Leader, please be at ease.

We are not ignorant of what is important.

If we can eliminate this powerful enemy this ti, I believe our fallen brothers will understand and not bla us.”

“Such a pity for that boy, Tang Baoyu, alas…”

Thinking of Tang Baoyu, a standout among the younger generation and a future leader of the clan.

The Third and Fourth Elders wisely refrained from saying more,

Fearing that they might provoke the Clan Leader and lead him to change his decision.

The family had been passing on the lineage through three generations, with the fourth generation yet to be born; although that young man was licentious, he firmly believed in Refining Yang into Intent, unwilling to waste the slightest bit of his essence, hoping to spread his progeny only after reaching the True Martial Realm.

His way of thinking, though unsupported by the family,

Was not necessarily wrong.

In fact, after reaching the True Martial Realm, the bloodline transforms, resulting in stronger and more gifted offspring.

Knowing this, the family simply watched as the young man partied night after night without siring children,

Wasting all those beauties.

“If push cos to shove, I’ll break my Literary Heart and have another child myself.”

Clan Leader Tang Shimin spoke with chilling cruelty, his intent to kill even firr.

“Only hope that this ti it really is Zhou Ping’an who has co personally; otherwise, this malice in my heart will be hard to dispel.”

Tang Shimin gritted his teeth, hastening his steps as he spoke softly.

Suddenly, he shifted his posture, and looking sharply into the void, he shouted: “Be careful.”

Faster than his shout, his right hand was already reaching into his chest, gripping the warm jade talisman.

Thumb, index finger, middle finger touched the talisman; energy surged, True Yuan flowed, ready to exert force.

Simultaneously, a halo appeared behind his head, revealing a magnificent mountain and river scenery.

Those looking at him thought he was still nearby, yet he had already shifted his position, traveling hundreds of feet away by illusion.

“What a strong Dharma form, ‘Mountains and Rivers Painting’…”

Tang Shimin reacted with astonishing speed, deploying his trump card early.

Feeling sothing amiss right away, he was about to crush the jade talisman.

A powerful wave erged in the air,

The space within tens of li seed to freeze, and in the distant sky, a pair of eyes slowly opened.

Zhou Ping’an felt as if he were a mosquito glued in place, his thoughts ceased, and both Qi-Blood and True Yuan in his body frozen.

In the next mont, he would be crushed into dust.

Only within his consciousness, the Power of Wishes burned slowly, maintaining the last trace of clarity.

Shriek…

A wisp of sword light like mist, like smoke,

Passed by Tang Shimin’s elbow.

Cutting through blood vessels and Muscles and Bones, it also severed True Yuan and spirit.

A gentle breeze blew past; Tang Shimin’s garnt silently disintegrated into dust.