With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal-Chapter 820 - 610: Fang! Sword! Star! (6k)_4
"General Chen, that martial artist who is fighting against the black mist should be... a student from Northern United University, Meng Chuan."
When these words were spoken, even the voice itself sounded incredulous.
The exaggerated aura, domineering lightning, and the twenty-meter giant spirit body!
This Meng Chuan is unbelievably powerful, ten times more terrifying than he showed yesterday.
When he spoke, he also felt a sense of relief rising within.
"Amitabha — luckily, I conceded yesterday..."
The wise ones adapt to circumstances, the ancients did not deceive me!
Upon hearing this, the acting general pondered for a while.
In his mind, the name and image finally matched up, leaving him momentarily speechless.
"Master, is it truly this young talent from Yong’an? Isn’t he only twenty..."
"Three limits, Martial Arts Master, I just met him yesterday,"
Abbot Guyue supplemented.
The acting general came to a realization:
"Three limits already, that’s really fast. By the way, Master, you contacted him yesterday, do you know what’s going on here?"
He pointed distantly at the mist.
"This humble monk also doesn’t know what this is all about..."
Abbot Guyue shook his head while striking the ground with his Zen stick.
A strand of emerald hurricane tore through the dust, revealing the ravaged earth, the hurricane persisted, continuing to clash against the red barrier exposed by the mist.
However, when the hurricane collided with the barrier, it vanished in an instant, all was silent, like a stone sinking into the sea.
Abbot Guyue sensed that his power seemed to be completely dissolved or absorbed.
At the same time, when the mixed fog caused by the dust and artillery finally dispersed completely—
On the ground, there remained only a broken figure.
Lying in a trench, eyes tightly shut.
"Ah?!"
The two monks involuntarily exchanged looks, their expressions even more shocked.
This scene, the two were all too familiar with.
They experienced it yesterday...
Did Meng Chuan borrow the revered one’s magic artifact just for this?
The acting general squinted his eyes, speaking softly:
"Is this the demon path martial artist who just enveloped the black mist?"
"It seems so."
Seeing as there seemed to be no danger, he first lowered the alert status to level two and retracted the canopy.
Only countless artillery barrels still locked onto the surroundings, ready to fire.
After waiting for a while, seeing that there was still no movement.
He took the lead in jumping down, the two monks followed.
Tap, tap, tap...
The three hurried to the edge of the light barrier, only when they got close did they confirm a fact.
Is Meng Chuan gone?
Within the range the barrier enwrapped, only the demon path martial artist with his soul out of body lay there, with no trace of Meng Chuan.
Seeing this scene, the three of them exchanged glances...
Guyue clasped his hands together, taking the lead to speak:
"Amitabha — this humble monk just tried it, it’s your turn now."
"..."
The acting general’s lips twitched, remaining silent.
He drew out his long spear, flicking his sleeve and thrusting it.
A stunning scene unfolded before him!
The feedback from the spearhead’s collision was as thick as milk.
Yet there was no sensation of obstruction, half the spear easily sank in.
But looking at the barrier, where’s the spearhead?
It was as if he were holding a half iron rod, pressed against the barrier.
The withdrawal process was unexpectedly smooth.
The spearhead seemed to leap back from another dimension, reattaching to the shaft.
Steadying the spear, he tried various angles again, the conclusions were all the same.
"Benefactor, how is it?"
The acting general slung the long spear back on his shoulder, taking a few steps back, standing far off.
"Master, let’s just wait for now, don’t touch this red barrier."
The old monk was contemplating:
"On the mountain..."
The acting general shook his head:
"The Taihang there is completely sealed off, no one can be contacted.
I just reached out, the nearest Martial Arts University grandmaster is on the way, but given the distance, it will take some time, so let’s wait some more."
"Alright... but where did Donor Meng go?"
Honestly speaking, neither monk hoped for Meng Chuan’s well-being.
But the fact was he was just suppressing this guy, how could he vanish in the blink of an eye?
The abbot couldn’t help having an absurd thought:
"That kid, could he have taken his body with his soul, and followed this demon path person to the Dragon Subjugator’s Dharma Realm?"
Is there such a possibility?
But in reality...
...
Wow—
Gurgle...
