With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal-Chapter 914 - 634: Domain, Death Qi, Family Banquet (6k)_2
The exquisite moves of fist and foot were displayed to their fullest at this moment, each punch distinct, each strike different, continually blasting the approaching ravens, without moving a step.
Meng Chuan...
In fact, he had a way to find Huo Zhan...
He could have easily crushed Huo Zhan, but the tactics made Meng Chuan a bit envious.
This move was similar to when Master Dong evaded his attack with "Turtle Listening to Thunder."
However, Grandmaster Chen was right, Old Dong indeed held back at the time, not showing his true strength.
If he were like Huo Zhan now, hidden in the environment, wielding Heaven and Earth Geng Metal Slaughter, it would be a wonder if he had won back then...
Never thought Huo Zhan could reach such heights, one mustn’t underestimate the world.
But whether it’s Master Dong or Huo Zhan before him, their blending of personal aura with the world is a "rudimentary" application of integrating internal and external heavens.
Far from matching that punch from Shaolin’s Dragon Elephant, which turned the world into canvas and painted at will.
With his Martial Arts Will, he could see Dragon Elephant’s moves, how could he not see through this brat Huo Zhan...
He’s just learning...
Within his Inner Realm, subtle changes were happening.
Meng Chuan, in his contemplation, occasionally distracted, was still clawed at and pecked by the ravens.
Though it didn’t hurt, the bursting spiritual power interrupted Meng Chuan’s thoughts, somewhat annoying.
Yes, an attack that could harm others’ souls was nothing to him.
The divine aura of the Elephant God wasn’t gathered in vain.
Moreover, in his sea of consciousness, numerous layers of defense dissipated the ravens’ attack, naturally posing no threat.
Meng Chuan frowned, being continuously harassed, it was quite a hindrance...
From the shadows nearby, Huo Zhan saw Meng Chuan’s distressed expression and was secretly delighted!
He clenched his fist tighter, his body tensed like a drawn bowstring, ready to strike.
His Owl Dharma combined with the ravens’ aura created the [Crow Soul] to specifically harm the soul.
This kid must be struggling now, his sea of consciousness in turmoil, muddied!
But in reality, deep in Meng Chuan’s sea of consciousness, indeed there was an uproar.
Yet it wasn’t the sea of consciousness that’s churning, but the spring...
The surrounding white mist appeared dyed, gradually darkening and graying.
Meng Chuan suddenly changed his fist technique, circling half a hand, pushing force to clear the air, fingers grasping as ink dragons danced, flowing magnificently.
The flowing inner breath coursed through three major meridians, twisting the air into vortices, expansive and majestic, slowly tinged gray-black.
Lacking the guidance of Seed Demon Inner Breath, the color was lighter, but it was insignificant.
The onlookers’ eyes widened, watching Meng Chuan’s further transformation, faces full of disbelief.
Gray airflow softly seeped from his pores, covering the white mist, devouring it!
Then!
The gray air swelled like water pressure bursting a hot water bottle, or like a dam breaking!
A waterfall plummets three thousand feet, crashing into a deep pool, sending up waves that blot out the sky!
Woosh——
Heart thunder rumbled, invisible ripples expanded.
Meng Chuan opened his arms as if embracing the world, his broad brow ridge highlighted against the dark contour, eyes deep-set, nose high, appearing dragon-like, tiger-like, exuding overwhelming menace!
Torrential gray mist exploded, extending through the six voids of heaven and earth, sparing not an inch.
Huo Zhan’s entire Dharma Realm was engulfed and torn apart, death qi proliferating within, sending ripples through the void.
Layer upon layer of dark gray ripples surged like waves, freezing the massive raven swarm upon contact.
Gray airflows seemed to sprout claws and teeth, violently seizing the ravens, then began absorbing, enveloping, assimilating!
The raven flock was utterly submerged, along with scattered black pools on the ground, swallowed whole!
In the gray world.
With no opponents, the movement of death qi slowed, spinning idly, aimlessly flitting and swirling, crisscrossing a hundred fathoms.
In the silence, only a shadow deeper than the death qi stood at the center.
Complete dead silence enveloped the land.
...
The daylight was just right, yet shadows pervaded for a hundred fathoms, cutting through the crowd.
The Yang Family collectively looked up, admiring the man standing at the center.
Gulp...
"Yin Qi... Death Qi!"
Yang Zhaoxing lowered his head and swallowed hard, muttering softly.
He suddenly raised his head, eyes scanning incredulously.
The next moment, he shouted to the silent Yang Family onlookers:
"Quickly, everyone fall back!"
As he spoke, he waved his hand, striking a ten-foot wave of True Gang behind him.
Grabbing Yang Yuelian beside him, he flew back swiftly.
Yang Yuelian looked back longingly, wanting to look again, but knowing her grandfather had his reasons, she said nothing.
Through the shifting shadows, only when they were safely away from the gray air, did Yang Zhaoxing speak with lingering fear:
"I still can’t figure out how this boy comprehended it, those gray airflows represent the ’Death Qi’ of Yin within Yin and Yang, contact with it shortens life..."
Though True Gang could isolate the Intention, Yang Zhaoxing dared not gamble.
His life span was already limited, a close brush might be unbearable...
Yang Zhaoxing underestimated Meng Chuan’s control.
Within the dead silent center, gray air stretched across but remained within the defined "arena," rebounding upon touching Meng Chuan’s invisible boundary.
Meng Chuan opened the death Intention, utterly eradicating the raven swarm, now both contemplating and slowly refining Huo Zhan hidden in the shadows.
