Killing Intent Like Water (400 Monthly Tickets Bonus Chapter)

Venerable Shensha dragged Daoist Taiming back, feeling an unbroken wave of trembling force surge through his hand. He spun around and used a deft trick to barely steady himself. At the same time, he pressed his palm against Daoist Taiming's back and sent him qi to heal his injuries. His expression shifted, his eyes filled with shock.

He considered his martial arts formidable, no weaker than Daoist Taiming's. If that finger had struck him instead, he feared he would have suffered the same fate. What a terrifying man—and what a terrifying finger technique.

"One Finger Zen? No. That finger carried the Zen essence of One Finger Zen, but it accounted for no more than thirty percent. It must have fused several supremely powerful finger techniques into one furnace. This young man looked utterly ordinary, yet he possessed the means of a grandmaster. Why did I have no impression of him at all?"

Jiang Sihong's thoughts returned to the question he had had upon first arriving at the ruined temple. Where had this young scholar come from? What faction did he belong to?

The Wang Family Eldest Brother was drenched in cold sweat, which seeped down his back. His gaze wandered, carrying deep fear.

Earlier, he had sealed this young man's vital acupoints with Vajra Finger force. He had thought his finger strength perfectly controlled, refined to the point of perfection. Yet compared to that finger, it was dung beside gold—the gap was beyond measure.

A person's cultivation could be enhanced through pills and miraculous martial arts. Duan Canghai, for instance, possessed abundant true qi and stood supreme among the postnatal realm, no inferior even to certain peerless innate experts. Much of that was due to the Northern Darkness Divine Skill.

But a martial arts realm as unfathomable as Xiang Yang's