Capítulo 1132: Chapter 195: Wang Xingyuan? (1/2) (3600)
A strand of Vigorous Qi flicked from the fingertips.
Then, as it left the body, it spread, collided, forming visually perceptible ripples. These ripples surged forward in unison, with a thick texture, exhibiting a sharply defined pure white under the night sky.
Paused for a mont, then suddenly roared forward!
Sound lost its aning instantly, everyone stared blankly; in that mont, it was like the great Dalisu River raging and appearing on the prairie, filled with an awe-inspiring terror.
No one could utter a word.
The roaring tiger was crushed into powder upon contact in the third mont.
The burly man’s black mask shattered in an instant, revealing a face full of brutality and fierceness, his eyes’ desire to vent suddenly transford into fear and stupor. In the solidified pupils, a qi chanism surged like a heavenly river.
Only one last thought managed to appear in his mind.
??!
This is a servant?!
You damn well fooled ?!
Then this face started to cave in layer by layer from the front. The fat rippled like water waves, continuously trembling, gradually spreading.
The ground, the pavilion opposite, the buildings, the walls.
All were obliterated.
Bang, bang, bang!
And it was only at this point that the imnse sound belatedly crashed over, so overwhelming that it was unbearable, as if thousands upon thousands of monsters were roaring and howling beside the ears, like mountains collapsing and earth splitting. Even with martial arts skills, everyone felt a stabbing pain in their eardrums, fear etched on their faces.
The burly man was already rigid in place.
Donghu Yucheng was awakened by the vibration of this trendous sound, raised his head, his body suddenly stiffened, the original confusion in his eyes almost instantly turned into stupor.
It was even as if he still felt like he was in a dream.
Facing the Pill Room, originally a rather secluded pavilion, surrounded by flowering trees. In early spring, when the whole of Parthia was still barren, this place would be full of tender yellow flowers, covering the ground like gold.
Now, whether the flowering trees, the pavilion, or the opposite iron-hard wall were all penetrated, replaced by a circular hole as wide as a person, like a trench.
Anything in the path of this Finger Force was as fragile as dirt, a broken stone fell with a thud.
Everyone fell into a deathly silence.
The old retainer felt as if his mind had stopped working.
And in this dead silence, the servant wore a wooden face, retracting his finger.
Then tidied his sleeve and collar, saying insincerely:
“Sorry, my young master is resting.”
“Dear guests, please retreat.”
“Sorry for the inadequacy, please forgive us.”
The servant on the left released his fingers from the small beast’s ears in his arms, then skillfully found a piece of at from within his garnts and fed it to the small beast, his face sneering, seemingly saying sothing but couldn’t be heard clearly.
The sound of the small beast chewing on the at strip was now the only noise.
Clearly it was a sowhat comical scene, but no one found it funny. Their hearts were still violently trembling, the lanterns covered in gauze above the Pill Room swayed, the Pill Room behind was cloaked in serenity.
Desolate? Remote?
Yes, it once was.
Yet at this mont, it unmistakably was a beast with bared fangs.
The stillness was suffused with suffocating oppression.
The nearby burly man’s body was completely rigid, though the Finger Force did not aim for his vital points, the imnse roaring sound directly grazed his ears and rushed away. Even for a Sixth Rank Martial Artist, External Cultivation could not reach into the ears.
His eyes were vacant, out of focus, blood gushed out of his ears.
Sheng Zhehan casually flicked his fingers.
He was, after all, an experienced Martial Artist; it would likely take over twenty moves to defeat this opponent head-on. Yet he waited here for an hour, his chest filled with contained rage, unable to bear it anymore, so when the opponent approached, he used a violent shock’s sound to reverberate the brain’s eardrum, striking down the foe with one blow.
Being ranked thirty-seventh on the Black List in Sixth Rank, there was no way he lacked any skills.
He slightly raised his chin, coldly locked onto the ‘guest’ opposite with his triangular eyes, his face wooden, expressionless, sneering in his heart.
“You sure kept waiting, guest.”
The lean man’s expression had drastically changed; the mont the opponent made a move, he sensed sothing was amiss—too strong. The fullness of that qi chanism was actually not far from Fifth Rank.
In his mind, a thought instantly erged.
Black List expert, and furthermore, within the top fifty ranks.
A truly top hundred expert in the Jianghu of Parthia!
Quick retreat!
The speed of transforming consciousness into action was extrely fast; he seed not even the slightest bit restrained by the decorum of a strong and skilled person, without hesitation, darting backward, as if a shadow wanting to retreat into darkness, three points faster than the burly man, clearly adept in Qinggong movent technique, a Sixth Rank Martial Artist focusing on agility.
And the remaining masked Martial Artists then drew their swords and roared, rushing forward from all directions, intending to sacrifice themselves to buy enough ti for the lean man’s escape, while the rest of the retainers were still bound, unable to take action to hinder, only able to helplessly watch the man retreat into the darkness.
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