Silver Beast Skin Book

Wang Xuan was awe-inspiring. If he had not been steady enough just now and had jumped down to fight for it as well, he would surely have burst apart with a puff and died underground.

How powerful had this Daoist Master been in life? Even after dying and turning to dust, anyone who approached him triggered such a terrifying change.

Wang Xuan now somewhat believed that Daoist Masters throwing elephants was probably not an exaggeration. It was not some illusory legend, but something they could truly accomplish.

Had that been Ascension to Immortality just now? Wang Xuan pondered the question.

The Daoist Master's state had been extremely peculiar. At first meeting, his hair had been black, his complexion rosy, and he had looked lifelike, only to vanish in an instant.

"Floating as though standing alone beyond the world, ascending and becoming an immortal." Even historical luminaries had composed verses about it, yearning for it in their hearts.

In all kinds of written records, ascension and becoming an immortal were usually mentioned together. Had what he just witnessed been the immortality passed down through the ages?

Wang Xuan reflected, feeling that the truth, once unveiled, was somewhat cruel.

The surviving lone copies recorded by certain religions were very close to what lay before him. In earlier years, great masters had secluded themselves, sealing themselves within stone chambers and never emerging. When later generations opened the Underground Palace, those revered predecessors had long since vanished without a trace.

Seeing this, later generations all worshipped them, believing those predecessors had Ascension to Immortality.

Wang Xuan fell silent. What kind of immortal flight was this? It was plainly flying ash, body and spirit both scattering amid the dust.

Without question, this was not good news for those who practiced Old Arts. It further proved that there was no such thing as ascension and soaring into immortality in this world.

The truth was bloody and brutal. Those venerable predecessors had all died!

Bang!

A corpse was thrown down, smashing onto the beast skin book. Faint silver light flickered, but nothing unusual happened.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Three figures leaped down in succession, entering the Underground Palace below and charging once more toward that silver beast skin book.

Clad in feathered robes, that Daoist Master had been one of the strongest among his kind. Even until death, he had been studying it, his expression intent, immersed beyond escape, passing away unknowingly while seated.

One could imagine how extraordinary the silver scripture was. It likely had an origin as vast as the heavens.

Wang Xuan was determined to obtain it. He wanted to hold it in hand and take a look at exactly what had been recorded on it.

Near him, broken stones splashed everywhere. Two people opposite opened fire, seeking to pin him down with firepower and prevent him from showing himself. Energy Beams shattered the rock wall one after another, blanketing the area.

Wang Xuan was in no hurry. From his position, it was somewhat difficult to deal with the two ahead of him, but he held the high ground over the three people in the next level of the Underground Palace, making it convenient to act.

Holding an energy gun, he fired patient, precise shots. He was practicing, familiarizing himself with and adapting to the weapon's accuracy.

Bang!

One person was taken down by him and collapsed onto the ground.

After several shots, the Second Person was hit by a beam. His whole body convulsed, and he swiftly fainted as well.

However, the Third Person in the lower Underground Palace successfully obtained the silver beast skin scroll and hid behind a rock without moving.

Wang Xuan was very patient. Time was on his side. Qing Mu, Black Tiger, and the others would surely return soon enough; the ones who should be anxious were not him.

Sure enough, before long, Zhou Yun could no longer hold back and shouted, "Wrap the beast skin book around a stone and throw it up!"

The black-clad man below did as told. Silver light flashed, and the beast skin book was thrown out, landing amid a pile of rubble above.

Zhou Yun was agitated. The scripture was somewhat far from their side. Throwing it from underground toward them, the angle made it difficult to send it right before their eyes in one go.

Wang Xuan remained unhurried. He began using the energy gun to give the black-clad men lying on the ground in the upper Underground Palace additional shots. No matter what their actual condition was, he gave them another round. Even if someone was playing dead, he made sure they thoroughly fainted this time.

The Underground Palace had practically received an all-around "baptism" from him. Now he had peace of mind.

Crack!

During this process, the stones near Wang Xuan exploded from time to time. The two gunmen opposite were remarkably accurate, firing continuously and suppressing him until he felt rather uncomfortable.

Zhou Yun grew anxious. He truly feared that Qing Mu, Black Tiger, and the others would kill their way back. In a low voice, he said, "We're out of time. While he's pinned down and can't show himself, send one person over to retrieve the beast skin scroll."

The two were hesitant. Although the person opposite did not seem to have strong killing intent and was merely using the energy gun's stunning effect rather than killing anyone, who knew whether this was deliberately baiting them into charging out fearlessly? They themselves had used such tactics before.

Under Zhou Yun's pressure, one of them had no choice but to bite the bullet and rush out. A beam swept over, nearly hitting him. He quickly retreated again, fortunately agile enough to escape.

"Time isn't on our side."

Gritting his teeth, Zhou Yun flipped out from behind the rock himself, intending to use his agile movements to seize it personally.

But an Energy Beam streaked past his ear, frightening cold sweat out of him. He decisively flipped back into cover.

Wang Xuan also felt that time was running short. He decided on a proactive attack. Otherwise, if Qing Mu, Black Tiger, and the others returned early, he might not get the chance to study the beast skin scroll.

Rumble!

Wang Xuan pushed a relatively smooth, rounded giant stone without sharp edges forward as cover, charging toward the silver beast skin scroll.

"This guy's pretty strong. Let's copy him and push giant stones forward!" Zhou Yun shouted. He pushed one himself, while the other two worked together to push another.

During this process, as he kept advancing, the angle changed. Wang Xuan smoothly dealt with the person in the lower Underground Palace.

As they gradually neared the beast skin scroll, Wang Xuan and the people opposite were about to encounter one another.

The two people jointly pushing the giant stone secretly calculated, judging when the rocks would collide. They prepared to fire from different directions. With their numerical advantage, their odds of winning were naturally greater.

Yet events went beyond their expectations. They had underestimated Wang Xuan's strength. He suddenly accelerated, abandoning his earlier Old Ox pace.

Now, Wang Xuan pushed the giant stone with both palms, like a train roaring forward, crashing toward them with a boom.

Bang!

The two giant stones suddenly collided. The two men had misjudged it and were directly hurled away by tremendous force, badly injured.

One of them groaned, the back of the head striking the rock wall to one side. Blood streamed out, his vision went dark, and the pain knocked him unconscious.

The other was sent flying and fired repeatedly while still in midair.

Wang Xuan dodged with nimble movements and fired back. Yet his aim was limited. Several beams swept over, but none hit that person, leaving him rather embarrassed.

With a flick of his wrist, he sent the dagger on his body flying. With a puff, it buried itself in the man's shoulder, making him scream in agony.

Wang Xuan was speechless. His aim with an energy gun was actually worse than with a cold weapon. Ducking low to evade Zhou Yun's sweeping fire, he casually picked up a rock and, with a bang, smashed the man whose shoulder had been pierced by the dagger until his face was covered in blood. Without a sound, the man fainted.

"Heh!" Zhou Yun was both nervous and excited, because he had already grabbed the beast skin scroll and snatched it into his hands. He could not help wanting to shout.

However, this was not the time for joy. He forced himself to calm down, hid behind the giant stone, and continuously sprayed fire toward Wang Xuan.

Wang Xuan returned fire, but the results were poor.

Crouching behind a block of bluestone, he set down the energy gun, removed his long blade, and flung it straight out.

Zhou Yun hid behind the giant stone without even exposing his head, merely raising an arm from time to time to fire a sneak shot. Suddenly, he sensed a chilling coldness. Just as he raised his energy gun, he abruptly heard a crack. The gun had actually broken.

His reaction was extremely fast. He quickly withdrew his hand as a snow-bright blade flashed past. It was an alloy blade that had severed the energy gun and grazed his hand, leaving it dripping with blood and scaring cold sweat out of him.

If he had reacted a little slower, his palm would have been cut off. At the same time, the alloy blade had nearly struck the top of his head, skimming past his scalp as it flew by.

Seeing this, Wang Xuan leaped straight over. He was very close to Zhou Yun and reached him in a single pounce. He did not bother to pick up the energy gun on the ground, because at close range, he felt his Old Arts were more reliable.

Zhou Yun immediately laughed, baring snow-white teeth as he said grimly, "You dare fight me hand-to-hand? You won't even know how you died. What I practice is Super Arts!"

He leaped up as well, brimming with confidence. His opponent was using the stance of Old Arts; charging at him like this was purely seeking death.

He stood 185 centimeters tall and was solidly built. At that moment, faint blue mist emerged over his entire body, while blue light shone even between his fingers. Zhou Yun sneered and struck toward Wang Xuan.

He believed his Super Arts could directly pierce through his opponent's body, crushing him with overwhelming force. His opponent simply could not withstand his terrifying power.

Because he had already begun to touch upon supernatural matter!

In Zhou Yun's eyes, his previous Encounter with Wang Xuan had been purely an accident. It was difficult to find more than a few young people capable of attaining that level in Old Arts.

This blue-eyed Eurasian before him wanted to contend with him by following the path of Old Arts? Zhou Yun felt he was practically begging for a beating, waiting to be taken out!

Wang Xuan was calm, not even furrowing his brow. This time, he did not use the Five Viscera Thunder Sound Art, because the faint sound of thunder it produced was too conspicuous.

He used another physical technique—the Golden Robe Art.

He had once consulted Qing Mu, asking about effective ways to counter Super Arts.

Qing Mu had mentioned the Golden Robe Art, a physical technique said to render one impervious to blades and bullets upon reaching a profound level, and extremely effective at defending against supernatural matter.

Wang Xuan had practiced it in the past and had achieved something with it.

As he unleashed it now, the surface of his body immediately tightened, and faint golden radiance flashed and passed.

Boom!

Zhou Yun felt as though he had slammed into a mountain wall. His entire body was sent soaring through clouds and mist, flying sideways, while his palm throbbed with pain and the blue light attached to it scattered.

He felt miserable beyond measure. In the mere two days since mastering New Arts, he had been defeated in succession by two young people. Most importantly, one of them was even a mixed-race man!

Roaring furiously, he staggered as he landed, then immediately leaped up again, wanting to counterattack.

The result was that the opponent's gloved hand struck again. With a bang, Zhou Yun's hands were instantly bloodied, the web between thumb and forefinger split open, and his fingernails were lifted, nearly torn off.

Bang!

Zhou Yun felt a burst of agonizing pain as the opponent struck his forearm. With a crack, he clearly heard the sound of bone breaking.

Rip!

The next moment, his chest felt cold. His clothes were torn open again, and that silver beast skin scroll was snatched away.

"No!" Zhou Yun was incomparably humiliated and could not help roaring.

Yet the next instant, he grew much quieter. Wang Xuan smashed a fist into his nose bridge. With a crack, the bone broke, and he was sent tumbling away.

When he saw Wang Xuan approach and lift a basketball-sized stone, all Zhou Yun's grief and indignation vanished. He no longer dared to shout.

Covering his nose, he forced out a smile and said, "Friend, you're strong—stronger even than someone surnamed Wang I know. I, Zhou Yun, concede. Let's be friends. Don't kill me. I'm from the Zhou Family, Zhou Mingxuan's son. Perhaps you don't care, but it's better to avoid trouble than invite it. After all, if I die, the Zhou Family will certainly investigate. Friend, please show mercy."

Then he saw that blue-eyed mixed-race man suddenly smash the basketball-sized stone toward his head!

Bang!

"Ah..." Zhou Yun screamed, only for the sound to cut off abruptly.

He discovered that he was not dead, nor did agonizing pain come. The stone had struck the ground right beside his scalp, shaking his ears until they buzzed. Cold sweat covered him from head to toe. He was truly terrified, feeling that he had just brushed past death.

"Friend, thank you for sparing my life!" He was actually somewhat moved. Being alive was wonderful; he even felt like crying.

Bang!

One of Wang Xuan's feet came down, kicking him in the head and knocking him unconscious.

Then Wang Xuan swiftly spread open the silver beast skin scroll. There was nothing more to say—he had to memorize every last bit of it immediately!

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