Unstoppable Crushing: Starting from Adding Points in Dreams Chapter 231 - 147 Songhe Style, Expelled

A figure walks out of the courtyard house, approaching slowly.

Dressed in a white Songhe robe, exceedingly lean, middle-aged in appearance.

Chen Feng squinted his eyes; behind him, Cao Tong’s face changed slightly, filled with surprise.

"Songhe Sect Master?"

Wasn’t it claid that he was injured and had gone into hiding?

Moreover, with such a rosy complexion, where is there any sign of injury or weakness?

"Let this matter end here."

"From today onwards, our Songhe Style will no longer intervene in your Dragon-Tiger dispute."

The Songhe Sect Master spoke calmly, with a white light quietly gathering behind him, forming a White Crane True Intent nearly six ters in size.

Nearly reaching the limit of normal True Intent, comparable to Jiang Yunshan back then.

In an instant, their gazes t.

Observing the other’s calm and resolute deanor, Chen Feng thought of sothing.

Outsiders claim it was the Great Elder of the Songhe Style overreaching his authority to handle the matters of the Sect Leader and siding with the Flying Dragon Style.

But now, this man clearly seed much stronger than the elder just before; there was no talk of him being overpowered.

"What if I say no?"

Realizing the crux, Chen Feng’s eyes turned frosty; he stepped on the Second Elder’s head, a Red Tiger Illusion coiled behind him, confronting the White Crane True Intent.

The Songhe Sect Master’s expression darkened, his tone turning cold.

"Junior, so things need not be taken too far."

"Both you and I will have our ti to pass... in the future..."

"Oh."

Bang!!

The head of the Second Elder on the ground exploded, blood splattering.

The ground blossod into several bizarre blood plum flowers, the Songhe Sect Master’s face revealing a killing intent as his sentence was cut off.

Whoosh!!!

Fast as a shadow, he instantly charged forward.

Encased in his White Crane True Intent like a shell, streams of Power concentrated in his five fingers, aid straight at Chen Feng’s throat.

With the blood splashed onto him evaporating, Chen Feng swung his fist.

Bang!!

The stone tiles under their feet shattered into fragnts, a wave of air lifting, blinding the surrounding people.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!!

Fingers pecking out continuously, the Songhe Sect Master had reached the peak of True Intent, and was in the pri of his life.

Each strike brought a howling of the air, strips of white mist torn apart.

Unflinching, Chen Feng stood his ground.

Blast Punch unleashed in succession, Strength doubled.

The Red Tiger Illusion behind him did not move; his arms beca blurs, repeatedly repelling those pecking white lights.

Bang bang bang bang bang!!

The sounds of their collision were continuous, the Power exploding with a muted resonance.

The surrounding people had already subconsciously retreated, several gray-robed disciples holding brooms had long collapsed in fear.

Puh!!

Ultimately, a streak of white light broke through the defenses, stabbing Chen Feng.

It was like hitting steel; it barely left a red mark.

The Songhe Sect Master’s pupils contracted.

At that mont of his astonishnt, a punch as large as a sandbag furiously shot out, like a cannonball.

Thump!

Crackle!

The sound of bones cracking echoed as the Songhe Sect Master was sent flying, crashing into an ancient bronze cauldron.

Visibly, his face turned pale, his chest sunken inwards, clearly with a broken rib cage.

But curiously, Chen Feng furrowed his brow, sowhat puzzled.

Taking advantage of the situation, the Songhe Sect Master astonishingly perford a kip-up from the ground.

His right hand quickly tapped several Acupoints on his body.

Instantly, his rapidly declining aura halted and even began climbing back to its peak, continuously recovering its full vitality.

Looking at his complexion, it too turned rosy again, showing no signs of injury.

"Secret technique?"

Chen Feng thought of what his master had ntioned; so major schools possess certain foundational powers that grant martial masters miraculous abilities.

Whoosh!!!

Without giving him ti to react.

The Songhe Sect Master charged again, his eyes cold as frost.

Bang bang bang bang bang!!!

The two clashed again on the spot, Chen Feng’s eyelid struck by a white light peck.

Clang!!!

A sharper than usual sound rang out.

The Songhe Sect Master’s expression grew uglier, completely unexpected that his opponent’s physique was nearly surpassing that of silver steel.

Whir!

In an instant, his skin turned Ancient Bronze.

Rebound Force spread, his body stilled, again hit by a punch mark.

Bang!!!

The courtyard walls were smashed through by his flying body, surrounding disciples shocked and pale.

In the next mont.

A figure in black swiftly charged out, the Red Tiger closely behind, soaring in a pounce.

Bang!!!

Fist against palm, the Songhe Sect Master actually stood up again, complexion rosy, returning to his peak.

His gaze colder, Chen Feng’s body turned Ancient Bronze, his muscles and bones crackling as they grew.

In a blink of an eye, a hulking two-ter-tall giant reappeared, all light blocked, shadows covering the ground.

Roar!!!

Behind him, the Red Tiger roared, Power concentrating in his palm exploding out.

Tiger Roar Style struck out, colliding with his fingers.

Thump thump thump thump!

The Songhe Sect Master retreated to dissipate the force, Chen Feng noticing the clue, his body like a tiger leaping forward.

Fla Burst, Tiger Leap.

Fists and palms interlocked in rapid succession, right arm like a cannon, left arm like an ax.

The explosive style causing extre harm, Red Power spreading relentlessly like real flas.

Bang!

Ultimately, it was another punch to the head.

The Songhe Sect Master flew sideways, hitting and breaking a beam, coughing continuously amidst dust and debris.

Droplets of fresh blood along his mouth and injured head spilled out as calm steps already approached in front of him.

"Continue."

Chen Feng calmly spoke, seemingly waiting for him to use the secret technique to recover to his peak again.

His eyes blank, the Songhe Sect Master couldn’t understand; the opponent had only just reached True Intent, yet how could he achieve such extent.

Snap!

Finally, his hair grabbed, his whole body was lifted up.

Pain from all the broken bones in his body transmitted, the Songhe Sect Master already powerless to struggle or resist.

Probably seeing his condition, noticing his black hair gradually turning white.

Chen Feng understood this kind of secret technique did not co without a cost.

But due to the effect earlier, he felt sowhat curious.

"What kind of secret technique is this?"

"Release, release them."

The Songhe Sect Master weakly struggled.

Their eyes t, Chen Feng silently for a mont.