My power increases 100 Jin a Day-Chapter 477 - 207: One Palm! (Part 3)

Have you found Fang Zhongyu’s whereabouts?

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In a dark alley.

Amid the ruins.

Two figures were hiding here, motionless.

One of them had suffered severe injuries, blood staining his back, his breath weak, he said softly, "Brother Zhang, you go on your own, the Demon Master has a net of heaven and earth set up, I can’t escape. The list has been hidden beneath the Mountain God Temple in the city. Once you reach the place, retrieve it and hide it well. Hand it to the Royal Family, and I can die with no regrets."

"What nonsense are you talking about? What do you take me, Zhang Yuan, for? I cannot sit by and abandon a brother. Say no more, focus on healing."

The man beside him scolded softly, channeling his Power into the other’s body.

Fang Zhongyu let out a bitter smile and said, "The city is filled with masters now, everyone is trying to find me. Staying with me will only implicate you..."

"Nonsense, if I were afraid of being implicated, I would have left long ago, not waited until now."

Zhang Yuan continued to scold, gritting his teeth, "No matter what, if we truly meet someone blocking our way, we’ll fight them to hell."

He continued to help Fang Zhongyu heal for a while, then carried Fang Zhongyu’s body and darted out from here, rushing off in another direction to hide.

But at this moment.

A cold hum suddenly echoed, like muffled thunder, entering their ears, making their bodies tremble as if struck by lightning, their whole bodies turning numb.

Zhang Yuan was startled in his heart and looked back,.

Only to see not far behind him, a tall figure walking slowly, about two meters thirty or forty tall, his eyes cold like light and electricity, holding a broad Horse-Cutting Saber, imposing like a Demon God.

And behind that body, there were more shadows flickering, quickly surrounding them, blocking all their escape routes.

"Damn! Fight them!"

Zhang Yuan yelled in anger, but didn’t attack immediately, instead observing the enemy, preparing to feint east and strike west.

"Hand over the list, and you might not die."

The terrifying figure, two meters thirty or forty tall, said coldly, his body carrying an indescribable oppression, as he slowly walked forward.

Zhang Yuan swiftly retreated with Fang Zhongyu on his back.

But just as they backed off not far, another voice emerged.

"Amitabha, peace be with you, benefactor, lay down the butcher’s knife and embrace Buddhism."

The voice was old, with a faint sense of peace and tranquility.

As if allowing one to let go of everything.

Zhang Yuan was startled again, swiftly turning back.

To see in the area behind him, an old monk with long eyebrows wearing a white cassock, appeared behind him at some unknown time, hands clasped, eyes low and tranquil, exuding a sense of compassion.

"Monk Guangzhi from White Cloud Temple."

Zhang Yuan exclaimed.

"Old Monk Guangzhi!"

The terrifying figure, two meters thirty or forty tall, said coldly, his eyes staring directly at the long-browed old monk, a sense of grimness and seriousness between his brows.

"Could the two benefactors be willing to leave with this humble monk?"

Monk Guangzhi asked with a smile, ignoring the burly figure, looking towards Zhang Yuan and Fang Zhongyu.

Both remained silent, unsure of what to do.

Monk Guangzhi is a master from White Cloud Temple.

But White Cloud Temple is also one of the Sects of the [Thirty-Six Alliance].

Fang Zhongyu had previously defected from the [Thirty-Six Alliance].

"Better come with us."

Another direction suddenly brought forth hoarse laughter, chilling like a ghost crawling from the grave, abruptly starting.

Zhang Yuan and Fang Zhongyu hurriedly turned again to look.

Seeing three figures in total, wearing masks and Profound Robes, wielding various Weapons, swiftly leaping from a short distance and landing near them.

Their eyes bore traces of mockery, filled with a playful attitude towards life.

"The Twelve Zodiac Gods?"

Zhang Yuan and Fang Zhongyu exclaimed in surprise.

Moreover, it’s Chen Long, Chou Niu, and Zi Shu, the three stronger fighters!

For a moment, the two felt waves raging in their hearts, deeply solemn.

This night, in this situation, no matter how one looked, it seemed like a sure death.

"The Twelve Zodiac Gods, even you bunch of rats have appeared."

The terrifying figure, two meters thirty or forty tall, held his massive broad sword without expression, continuing to walk forward and said, "So be it, tonight, none of you shall leave."

Upon seeing the other seems to want to fight the Twelve Zodiac Gods, Zhang Yuan and Fang Zhongyu seized the opportunity, hurriedly leaping into the air, landing on a roof to the side.

Just as they were about to escape from the rooftop, suddenly, Zhang Yuan’s body stopped again, face surprised.

On this rooftop.

Somehow, a burly, dark figure had appeared.

Wearing a Profound Robe, masked like a fierce tiger.

Exuding a pressing aura under the moonlight.

"Yin Hu!?"

Zhang Yuan exclaimed.

"Come with me."

Jiang Shi’s voice was calm, waving his sleeve, a burst of Power had already surged out, like countless invisible large hands, swiftly grasping Zhang Yuan and Fang Zhongyu’s bodies, quickly drawing them close.

Below.

The terrifying figure, two meters thirty or forty tall and exceedingly burly, eyes cold, suddenly shouted sternly, leaping up from the ground, like a Demon God revived, his whole body suddenly expanding and growing larger, with a boom, transforming into three or four meters, swinging the giant sword towards Jiang Shi’s body fiercely.

"Die!"

BOOM!

The air currents surged overwhelmingly, the giant sword shattered.

Countless fragments flew wildly towards the sky.

A metallic, grim large hand, unrivaled in the world, terrifying in power, pierced through space, slamming down towards the gigantic figure’s body.

"You!"

The giant figure’s pupils shrunk, revealing horror, seeming to be filled with disbelief.

Pang!

Blood exploded.

The once great head was slapped into the abdomen by Jiang Shi’s palm, the massive corpse struck the ground heavily, a loud thud, blood flying everywhere.

Dead beyond dead!

The terrifying scene left Zhang Yuan and Fang Zhongyu both horrified, faces filled with terror, unable to believe their eyes.

A great master!

This Yin Hu was actually a true great master.

"Amitabha!"

Monk Guangzhi from White Cloud Temple also couldn’t help but show heaviness, looking towards Jiang Shi.

"Monk, do you also seek death?"

Jiang Shi spoke calmly.

"Peace be with you, Benefactor Fang’s matter is of grave concern, pertaining to the life and death of our [Thirty-Six Alliance], this monk cannot help asking your guidance."

Monk Guangzhi said.

His body was rapidly enlarging, golden lights dotting, muscles appearing, blood vessels all flashing with a glaring golden light, like Vajra of glass.

In the blink of an eye, he grew to four or five meters, gaze solemn, face upright, taking huge strides fast towards Jiang Shi.

White Cloud Temple, the orthodox of Tantrism.

The temple has Body Refining Buddha Skill, capable of forming the Eighteen-foot Golden Body.

In terms of physical prowess, he is definitely not weak.

However!

Jiang Shi frowned, a grim large hand carrying immense Power, with blood and energy circulating, terrifying in glow, as large as a vat, slammed down fiercely against Monk Guangzhi.

Monk Guangzhi shouted, pushing his physical limits, both hands forming the Sealing Technique, fiercely meeting Jiang Shi head-on.

Boom!

A loud explosion, energy sweeping across mid-air.

Monk Guangzhi’s body, like a meteorite, was smashed down from mid-air by Jiang Shi’s palm, hitting the ground heavily, with a bang, a radius of dozens of meters of ground all shattered, caved in.

A miserable sight!

Zhang Yuan and Fang Zhongyu were even more horrified, dumbfounded.