464 Lead II

Unexpectedly, in just a few breaths, the wound on the masked man's neck quickly healed, and his eyes opened again.

Just then, Zhang Rongfang slapped him on the forehead with one hand.

Bang.

After a muffled thud, the silver in the man's eyes vanished, his entire body began to turn black, he collapsed to the ground and turned into black ash.

Zhang Rongfang looked to the other side again.

Daoist Qingxiao's forehead was damp with cold sweat. He was standing in an empty space on the other side, preparing to attack Zhang Zhenhai from another direction.

He had only made half of his move when he saw the unexpected turn of events not far away on the other side.

He immediately froze, too afraid to move.

"Something's not right!" After killing one person, Zhang Rongfang felt something was amiss.

"He's too weak. He can't even pique my interest."

He killed that man as easily as killing an ordinary martial artist, without any challenge or emotional fluctuation.

Aside from increasing proficiency in the moves, it seemed that only a slight fluctuation in one's mental state had occurred.

"No, this is not right, it's too slow." Zhang Rongfang pondered to himself, while looking at Daoist Qingxiao.

The latter trembled and staggered backward, about to speak.

But it was too late.

Zhang Rongfang took a step forward, and then vanished without a trace.

At his level, ordinary Worship God Grandmaster are no match for him in terms of physical strength.

"We can't let these people go to waste since they've finally come."

He took a step forward, arched his body, flipped over the carriage, and grabbed at Daoist Qingxiao.

Ah! Without hesitation, Qingxiao let out a low roar, goosebumps erupting all over his body as he began the Final Form.

Its muscles swelled and enlarged, and countless blood vessels emerged from the surface of its skin.

His robes ripped, and he raised his arms high, grabbing diagonally upwards.

This is the ultimate move of the Extreme Mysterious Yin Finger - Empty Palm Stroke, which can unleash two alternating palm forces diagonally upwards in an instant.

The illusion and reality can be changed at will, Ever-Changing, and can be combined in many ways and proportions, making its power quite terrifying.

Whoosh! The two passed each other.

Zhang Rongfang knelt down and stood up, turning around to look behind him.

Behind him, Daoist Qingxiao's heart had already collapsed, a deep palm print left behind. Fortunately, it wasn't fatal, just a hair's breadth away. "You!?" Qingxiao was covered in sweat, too afraid to move, not even knowing what had just happened.

He clearly had the Enemy Anticipation, but it completely failed. If he hadn't used the True One Sect -Breaking Limit Skill to shift the attack at the last moment, he probably would have... "Still not right... not right!" Suddenly, Zhang Rongfang's voice came from behind.

Immediately afterwards, Daoist Qingxiao felt a tightness on his back, and as if he were riding on clouds, he was grabbed by Zhang Rongfang and sped away into the distance.

Only Zhang Zhenhai and Sun Chaoyue remained in the carriage, their faces blank.

There were also skilled members of the Rebel Sect who had followed the Aloeswood Manor all the way.

Zhang Yunqi took a deep breath, recalling what Zhang Ying had said before he left.

He quickly realized that this was what he meant by someone protecting him.

In just a dozen or so breaths, he didn't even have time to assess the situation, nor did he get a clear look at the strength of the two attackers, before the battle was over.

"Everyone, keep moving forward!!" Zhang Yunqi raised his hand again and shouted.

Everyone seemed to wake from a dream, and one by one they put away their weapons.

Sun Chaoyue and Zhang Zhenhai took a deep breath to calm their emotions.

"It seems we've become bait for the adults to lure out enemies?" Sun Chaoyue couldn't help but give a stiff smile.

"If you're scared, you can leave," Zhang Zhenhai said calmly.

"Who said I'm afraid?" Sun Chaoyue's expression hardened. She knew in her heart that this was the most crucial moment.

Although she couldn't tell how strong the two attackers were just now.

But absolutely... absolutely beyond her comprehension!

"It's just gambling, right? I have nothing, I can afford to lose!" A mad glint flashed in Sun Chaoyue's eyes.

At this moment, two female figures slowly appeared not far from the convoy, looking in this direction.

Heavenly Maiden and Ran Xin Yue scanned the surrounding ground.

I knew it was over.

"Where is he?" Ran Xin Yue asked in a deep voice.

"He can't have gone far. He should be nearby. He's moving too fast!" Tong Zhang said softly, his eyes scanning the surroundings.

They had been lured away by another group of attackers, but after dealing with them, two more groups of people arrived.

One wave was dealt with before it even got close.

The other group almost succeeded this time.

However, he was probably intercepted and killed by Zhang Ying.

"Go find someone?" Ran Xin Yue asked.

"Don't stay here. Guard the rear for him. He wants to use the convoy as bait to lure the enemy into attacking, and we'll protect him from behind!"

The Heavenly Maiden spoke softly.

"He is stubborn and exceptionally talented, but he is too impulsive."

She thought to herself that if a grandmaster came, she would step in to help him block the attack.

Ran Xin Yue, who was standing to the side, nodded in agreement.

"Good. Once the mystery of the restraint of Worship God comes to light, it will definitely attract a lot of people to investigate. If they can't find Zhang Ying, they will definitely target this place."

As the saying goes, two fists can't beat four hands. Zhang Ying alone couldn't withstand too many people. Their secret protection was also a way of completing the task assigned by the association.

In the mountains and forests on the other side.

Daoist Qingxiao was thrown out and rolled a long way in the snow.

He quickly got up, clutching his wounded chest, and looked up behind him.

"What the hell are you?!" He was filled with shock and rage; if he had been even slightly off-center, he might have been dead.

He had long been in contact with the Worship God and could tell that they were definitely not Worship God.

However, if it's the Extreme Realm, the other party doesn't have any Extreme Realm style characteristics at all.

So... what the hell is this guy?! "Why are you so weak? And that bald monk from the Western Sect just now was even weaker." Zhang Rongfang couldn't hide his disappointment.

He came seeking an opportunity to break through to the Grandmaster level, but the enemy was too weak and posed no threat to him.

With the Enemy Anticipation he had honed under Di Jiang's command, combined with his Dark Light Vision, he could almost perfectly suppress the Enemy Anticipation of these two.

Even before his special training, he could have killed three of these guys by himself.

"Weak!??" Daoist Qingxiao's face flushed red. He, True One Sect master of the Zhenyi Sect who was in charge of an entire province, was actually being called weak!?

"Never mind, maybe I was wrong." Zhang Rongfang looked at the other person's astonished eyes and suddenly seemed to understand something.

Yes, all those he encountered along the way were top-tier elite grandmasters sent by powerful forces.

There were even Great Grandmaster like Zhou Yan.

However, it's not easy for Great Grandmaster Great Ling.

Even grandmasters are extremely rare.

Perhaps this is the true manifestation of normalcy.

"Who is the power behind you? Who sent you? Confess yourself." With that thought, Zhang Rongfang immediately understood.

"..." Daoist Qingxiao's face turned even redder, turning into a liver color.

Who sent him? He himself was the leader of the operation, the real mastermind behind this attack. He had no way of answering this question.

"Then let me ask you another question." Zhang Rongfang leaned forward slightly. "Can you get any stronger?"

"You brat!! How dare you insult me!!"

Finally, Daoist Qingxiao lost all control and activated his Final Form, his body rising from the ground and flying close to the ground as he pounced.

A flash of sword light appeared before him, and he suddenly unleashed a dense barrage of sword shadows that formed a wall, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound as they pressed down on Zhang Rongfang.

In his Final Style State, his speed, strength, and techniques far exceed the limits of what is typically considered Super Grade character.

The Final Form of a Grandmaster unleashed its full power, resulting in an extremely terrifying impact.

The two were nearly a hundred meters apart, but in that instant, they were crossed in just one second.

The immense force propelled the sword blade, even creating sharp gusts of wind capable of piercing the skin of an ordinary person, tearing through the ground in its path and leaving marks behind.

This is one of the ultimate killing techniques of the True One Sect's Extreme Mysterious Yin Finger — the Chengkong Sword Style! Faced with this sword, Zhang Rongfang was disappointed and was about to make a move to break the attack.

In his eyes, his opponent's moves were not fast, and his strength was just so-so.

The Final Form mastery that was once unattainable is now nothing more than this.

Just as he was about to take action to break the code...

With a whoosh, in an instant, Daoist Qingxiao accelerated a second time! A silver short sword suddenly shot out from the vast array of sword shadows in the Chengkong Sword Style.

Just two meters apart, the short sword was propelled out like a cannonball.

It struck Zhang Rongfang squarely in the chest.

This variation of the move does not belong to the True One Sect's Martial Arts System; it was entirely created by the opponent, so even Zhang Rongfang was completely unprepared for it.

Immediately.

With a soft "poof".

The short sword was about to pierce his chest completely.

Suddenly, the muscles in Zhang Rongfang's right palm twitched like a toad.

It contracted, exploded, and then rose rapidly, incredibly fast, like a phantom, blocking the tip of the sword.

That's the explosive power of the Golden Toad Skill! Clang!

The short sword was gripped in his hand, trembling violently, unwillingly trying to move forward.

But it was to no avail.

But just then...

He seemed to freeze in place, standing there without making any further moves.

"Absolute Defense. I see, I see!!"

He suddenly laughed.

The sound gradually increased in volume, from low to high, from deep to clear.

At this moment, Daoist Qingxiao had already closed in and drawn his sword. A large number of sword shadows fell like a storm, some stabbing, some slicing, and some picking.

His swordsmanship was extremely exquisite, even surpassing the realm of a grandmaster. In many places, there was a faint aura of Great Grandmaster suppressing his spiritual realm.

Even now, Zhang Rongfang has no way to completely block the counterattack.

The two clashed in an instant, their afterimages intertwining as they engaged in a high-speed battle.

Strangely, Zhang Rongfang did not launch another attack after using the short sword.

He simply parried, parried, parried! Using his fingers, palms, and the backs of his hands, he continuously deflected, knocked away, and slapped away the attacking sword blades.

At this moment, even though he was only exchanging blows with a minor swordsmanship master.

But Zhang Rongfang sensed that his progress in developing his Absolute Defense Circle was advancing by leaps and bounds.

In the past, relying on his strong physique, thick blood, and extremely high defense, he simply didn't bother to block or pay attention to many of his moves.

But this time, after experiencing Absolute Defense before, he suddenly understood.

A master is the culmination of skill and physical prowess. Only through the coordination and solidification of essence, Essence, Qi, and Spirit, and spirit can one achieve the ultimate, final Final Form.

If he wants to complete his own Final Form, he cannot have any shortcomings in any aspect.

Therefore, at this moment, he felt a sense of perfection in the pure essence of the moves.