Dragon King Palace: Urban Affluent Son-in-Law-Chapter 1172: Trash Among Trash
Jing Hall, a little-known branch of Tianji Pavilion, has always done the dirty and tiring work for Tianji Pavilion, extremely mysterious!
Though the elders inside are not as noble as the Red Robe, Silver Robe, and Golden Robed Elders of the Main Pavilion, each possesses extraordinary mystical powers, seeing themselves as unruly and arrogant.
They have rarely felt life-threatening danger!
But now, facing Jiang Feng, Wuma Ye truly feels a threat of death!
"Jiang Feng, don't underestimate me. In Jing Hall, my strength is second only to the Hall Master, unlike the other four!"
Wuma Ye's face is sinister, actually trying to psych himself up!
"Let me show you my power!"
Saying that, Wuma Ye suddenly activates his cultivation technique, his entire presence surges, aura pouring out like floodwaters breaking through!
The rich aura transforms into a substantial transparent Buddha statue!
However, this Buddha statue is entirely black, emanates an eerie evil energy, its eyes gouged out, and in the hollow sockets, countless corpses wriggle, appearing grotesque, sinister, and extremely horrific.
Wuma Ye takes out a string of black prayer beads, chanting softly!
Instantly, the room is filled with the sound of incomprehensible chanting.
The sound echoes throughout the hall endlessly, mixed with cries of dying souls, enough to chill anyone to the bone!
As it turns out, Wuma Ye is actually a monk, a sinister monk!
No wonder earlier, when Wan Jigui and the others assaulted Zhao Chunhua, he remained unmoved.
Even sinister monks must adhere to discipline!
But as they say, righteous monks chant to ward off evil, sinister monks chant to invite doom!
With Wuma Ye chanting the sinister scripture, his evil aura escalates to the extreme, shooting up like smoke!
"Ah~~ Stop chanting! Stop chanting! I can't take it anymore!!!!"
Nangong Jinming and Zhao Chunhua feel their skulls about to shatter from the chanting, they cry out in anguish, desperately covering their ears, rolling on the ground, soon bleeding from their orifices and foaming at the mouth!
Even Nangong Qingcheng in the small bedroom, hearing the sinister chanting from outside, can't help but plug her ears and curl up at the foot of the bed, her mind confused, in extreme agony!
"Shut up!"
Jiang Feng is also annoyed by the buzzing sound like mosquitoes, so he swiftly moves!
"You beast! This monk will kill you!"
Wuma Ye then reveals his true colors, admitting he is indeed an evil monk!
Murder gleams in his eyes as he swings his arms, causing a huge black hand to emerge along with the sinister Buddha statue behind him, pressing down on Jiang Feng!
This black hand, intangible and ethereal, composed entirely of aura, is nearly half a meter in size!
The patterns on the palm are clearly visible, and within the palm, bloody heads appear, opening their mouths and roaring.
Boom!!!!
Before the hand even arrives, the floor of the living room cracks like a spiderweb, the sofa flips over, the TV shatters, even the chandelier explodes into dust!
Jiang Feng disdainfully thrusts out his own palm, colliding head-on with Wuma Ye's giant hand.
Boom!!!!
The clash is like two meteorites colliding, erupting in a thunderous roar, shaking the entire living room!
Some glass and stone shards fly out, shattered into fine dust by the powerful qi force!
Wuma Ye's giant hand of aura is directly disrupted into chaotic streams, and he himself suffers a heavy blow, stepping back three times, spitting out a mouthful of blood!
"You!!"
Wuma Ye's hair stands on end, eyes cracking: "Beast, today I refuse to believe I can't kill you!!"
He suppresses the boiling qi-blood, pulls out a pocket-sized scythe from his waist, with one end of the handle chained, roaring in anger: "Heavenly Decapitate, Earth Head Cutting, Human Beheading, Ghost Beheading, let you taste this monk's Flying Scythe!!!"
With a swish, the scythe flies directly towards Jiang Feng's head!
"Beast! With this Flying Scythe, I've slain no less than a hundred people; it's an indestructible deadly weapon, still you don't die?!"
The sharp aura from the Flying Scythe bursts forth like cloth strips, bleak and grim, slicing all in its path!
Jiang Feng remains expressionless, unmoving, casually extends his hand to catch the Flying Scythe, crushing it to pieces!
"You dog, see my next move!!"
Seeing the Flying Scythe unable to harm Jiang Feng, Wuma Ye is more furious, both hands frantically grabbing at the air, causing all the debris in the living room like sofas, table fragments, glass, and kettles to roll up.
"Die!!!"
With a shout, all these things, driven by his aura, are hurled towards Jiang Feng!
"You're just a clown jumping on the stage!"
Jiang Feng figures out that these elders of Jing Hall are truly worthless!
Besides putting on airs and acting mysterious, they have no other skills!
Now, he sweeps forward, unleashing a more terrifying aura like a hurricane descending, crushing everything!
All flying sofas, tables, chairs, glass fragments are swept away!
Wuma Ye's eyes widen in disbelief, incapable of resisting the onslaught!
Thus, a sofa hits his chest directly, sending him flying, while the glass shards pierce his body, blood spurting out, turning him into a porcupine!
The kettle strikes his head harshly, instantly disorienting him!
Puh ah!!!
Wuma Ye spits out another mouthful of blood in mid-air, struggles to stand, supported at a corner of the wall to prevent falling.
"Wh... How could this happen?!"
He's exploding internally, after releasing such a series of deadly moves, unable to harm Jiang Feng, is Jiang Feng truly invincible?
"Beast!! This monk will fight you to the death!!"
Wuma Ye screams like a helpless mourner, shaking his wrist to launch the string of prayer beads at Jiang Feng!
This string of prayer beads, is no ordinary set!
On closer inspection, intricate skulls are carved on them!
Totaling forty-nine!
The beads burst open mid-air, exploding into a ghastly green smoke, which coalesces into a bloodthirsty giant skull, mouth wide open to bite Jiang Feng!
This, at last, is Wuma Ye's ultimate weapon, the Life-taking Prayer Beads!
In a split second, before the smoke skull reaches Jiang Feng, Jiang Feng has already arrived instantly, swiftly delivering a punch!
This punch, too, is the decisive strike, the ultimate punch!
Forty-nine smoke skulls all explode!
The unstoppable fist power envelops Wuma Ye like a mushroom cloud, along with the black Buddha statue behind him, bursting together.
Wuma Ye is struck with dread, unable to retreat, his mouth only manages to utter two panicked words: "No..."
Without even a chance to dodge, the fist power hits him squarely!
Instantly, he lets out a slaughter-like scream, smashing into the corner of the wall, shattering like glass, exploding into blood everywhere!
To this end, all five elders of Jing Hall die in the living room, none survive!
