Seven Layers

Chen Feng tried out the Blood Sun Palm. With a resounding bang, his palm strike exploded through the air with considerable power.

This effect only came from stacking Chen Feng's Tai Chi Technique to the ninth layer.

Its power was naturally impressive. Striking a person could directly pulverize their internal organs; striking demons or monsters could suppress the evil aura within them and kill them on the spot.

When Monk Fazhao saw this, he cried out in astonishment. This Young Daoist seems to be quite powerful.

He gained a little confidence.

Over the next two days, they continued searching the outskirts for lesser ghosts. Whenever they got hungry, they caught a local chicken and ate it.

"I have to say, this roast chicken tastes great!" Chen Feng said as he ate the chicken, while Monk Fazhao ate apples he had picked himself.

With a smile, Chen Feng handed him a drumstick. "Master, want one?"

"Amitabha. Sinful, sinful. This humble monk has taken vows and will never touch meat in his life. I'll eat fruit!"

Monk Fazhao swallowed as he stared at the roast chicken, then could only continue eating his fruit.

Fine.

Chen Feng had not wanted to give him one anyway.

While they were eating, a large cat suddenly followed the scent over. It was no ordinary large cat, but a leopard. The instant it pounced, Chen Feng kicked it away.

The leopard howled. Though Chen Feng was not large, his strength was astonishing. He kicked the leopard in the head, knocking it unconscious.

After Chen Feng finished eating, only a few bones remained. He left with Monk Fazhao, and when the leopard woke up and saw the bones, it crunched down on them.

Over the following days, Chen Feng continued suppressing ghosts and monsters.

Ghosts and monsters were