Chapter 621: Chapter 303: Life Like Striking Stone to See Fire! Daoist of Dragon Tiger Mountain (Bonus Chapter)

"Wind Flowing Sand, Air Rolling Wheel, Refining Shield in Yellow Skin Cave."

The young Daoist landed slowly, indifferently gazing at the girl with her hair standing on end. At this moment, her chest suddenly swelled, more than five times bigger than before. The surrounding wind and sand formed an array, resembling a meat grinder; everything tangible that got swept into it was crushed to pieces.

"Alas, my Dao Talisman is quite valuable."

The young Daoist looked pained.

"Mountain-breaking!"

As the words fell, the talisman in his palm burst into flames, transforming into an aura field that charged forward instantly.

"Dragon Tiger Mountain’s Mountain-Breaking and Mountain-Subduing Talisman!?" The girl looked aghast.

The terrifying aura descended, instantly shattering the wind and sand array around her. The fierce impact sent her flying, and she landed heavily on the ground, coughing up a mouthful of blood.

"You see, you’re dead again."

The young Daoist looked at his phone, not raising his head as he walked to the girl’s side.

The girl’s gaze trembled, almost despairing as she looked at the Daoist before her. The fame of the Dragon Tiger Mountain Zhang Family was like a mountain, utterly crushing her confidence and extinguishing her hope.

"Tell me your last words, but don’t be too long; I’m about to finish this game." The young Daoist said casually.

"You’re a Daoist from Dragon Tiger Mountain? So, you’re a North Zhang disciple?"

At this moment, a mocking voice came from behind.

The young Daoist’s complexion changed drastically; instinctively, he turned around, his hand forming a blade, and true flame surged forth, red light boiling. The terrifying aura was several times stronger than earlier.

The girl’s complexion changed; if the young Daoist had used this technique to kill her earlier, she couldn’t have resisted even a single move.

Buzz...

At this moment, a figure suddenly appeared behind the young Daoist. Who else could it be but Zhang Fan?

Faced with the blade-like true flame, Zhang Fan extended his hand like lightning, directly grabbing the young Daoist’s wrist, giving a slight shake. The true flame abruptly extinguished.

The young Daoist’s eyes trembled, looking incredulously at Zhang Fan. His previously calm face finally showed shock and astonishment.

Such a casual move, without even using Daoist Skill, extinguished the true flame in his palm.

This cultivation level was undoubtedly much higher than his.

Rumble...

At this moment, a terrifying pressure rose from Zhang Fan’s body, like a red dragon hovering in mid-air, with flames stretching far.

The young Daoist’s pupils contracted, as if falling into a boundless purgatory, dry-mouthed, with even his Primordial Spirit seemingly on fire.

"A master!"

"Tell me now, are you a North Zhang disciple?" Zhang Fan asked indifferently.

Entering the Hundred Thousand Mountains, he finally encountered someone from Beizhang.

"Bro, I call you bro, spare my life, please!"

At this moment, the young Daoist forced a smile, attempting to negotiate as he leaned towards Zhang Fan.

"Hm!?"

"Don’t call me randomly." Zhang Fan’s expression turned strange as he looked again at the young Daoist; High Skill cultivation, not weak strength, and his methods could be considered high-level.

But this demeanor lacked any of the majesty of a master, truly hard to associate with the legendary Dragon Tiger North Zhang Lineage.

"Bro, you’re my real bro, just don’t accidentally kill your little brother." The young Daoist said, trembling as he smiled.

"You’re not from Beizhang?" Zhang Fan voiced his doubt.

"I’m from Beizhang, but not exactly." The young Daoist said with a bitter smile.

"What do you mean?" Zhang Fan raised his eyebrows, seemingly guessing something.

"I come from the Dragon Tiger Mountain North Zhang Lineage, but... I wasn’t able to achieve Divine Enthronement nor receive a name bestowed by the Ancestral Master."

The young Daoist shook his head and sighed.

"Then you are..." Zhang Fan pondered aloud.

"My surname is Zhang..."

"I’m Zhang Wuming!" The young Daoist introduced himself.

Rumble...

Just then, a bolt of lightning streaked across the sky, seemingly by coincidence, as if by destiny, sunlight brightened, shining between Zhang Fan and Zhang Wuming.