Awakening VII

Zhou Yitang, who was not far away, suddenly stopped and looked back, his face trembling from the violently fluctuating airflow.

"This power...?!"

"Hurry up!!" The Old Man Hu appeared from the side and shouted sternly.

The two of them had exchanged glances and tacitly agreed to stop here together, turn around and surround Zhang Rongfang.

But that move just now... that kind of power!

The effect spread to a radius of more than ten meters in an instant. Even masters of Hard Skill known for their strength probably couldn't achieve such an exaggerated effect.

"Let's go!" Zhou Yitang made a quick decision, abandoning his intention to surround and kill the enemy.

The two separated simultaneously, one on the left and one on the right, disregarding everything else and prioritizing their own survival.

He had only taken two steps when the Old Man Hu felt a chill run down his spine. He Final Form unleashed his full power, and his physique changed.

But it was still too late.

In a flash.

Zhang Rongfang appeared in front of him as if by teleportation, and pointed a finger.

Pfft.

The fingertips, straight as swords, pierced the old man's brow.

All changes came to a complete halt.

"What kind of move is this?!" the Old Man Hu asked with difficulty. Blood flowed wildly down his fingers and disappeared.

"These are the Twelve Immortal Arts."

Zhang Rongfang looked at Zhou Yitang, who had run away into the distance.

"Ground Shrinking!"

Whoosh! In an instant, his figure flashed continuously, forming a straight line with his silhouette.

Ground Shrinking!

Ground Shrinking!

Ground Shrinking!

Ground Shrinking!! Directly in front of Zhou Yitang, Zhang Rongfang landed on his toes, turned around, and struck with a palm.

The Flame Emperor Talisman: Unpaid Fire.

Boom! The surrounding airflow seemed to be completely sucked away by this palm strike, turning into enormous air pressure that crashed down on Zhou Yitang.

Zhou Yitang's pupils constricted, and his scalp tingled. He had absolutely no idea how the other person had appeared out of nowhere!

In the face of danger, he frantically unleashed every technique in his body that could amplify his power.

Breaking Limit Skill, Limit State, Final Form —all potential unleashed without reservation, unleashed! But when he saw his own arms make contact with his opponent's, his hands snapped as easily as withered branches, offering no resistance whatsoever.

Zhou Yitang immediately realized there was no way out.

"God!!! Descend upon me!!!" he roared suddenly, tilting his head back.

As his body was completely pierced by a palm strike, an inexplicable chilling aura suddenly spread from his body.

It wasn't actually cold, but rather a feeling of being chilled.

His eyes instantly turned silver-white, and the human face pattern in the center of his body suddenly spread out and disappeared, then transformed into a dark blue monster with a single horn and one leg.

Thump! A huge heartbeat exploded from Zhou Yitang's body.

Zhang Rongfang's heart skipped a beat, almost losing its rhythm as it beat along with his.

His eyes flickered slightly, and he stepped back a few paces, calmly observing the other person's state after the Divine Descent.

This wasn't his first time encountering Divine Descent, but it was the first time he had met someone who had initiated Divine Descent.

Previously, all the encounters he had experienced were passive Divine Descent.

This time, however, it was entirely his own initiative.

"Master, do you need any help?"

At this moment, Daoist Hong Xian and the others arrived in time. Upon seeing Zhou Yitang after his Divine Descent, the three of them quickly and tacitly dispersed, surrounding him in the center.

"Keep an eye on the other Worship God Grandmaster. I need to observe him closely," Zhang Rongfang said calmly.

After receiving special training from Di Jiang, his Enemy Anticipation completely overwhelmed everyone in front of him.

Whether it's Zhou Yitang or Xu Mengyan, if they can't even touch him, how can they talk about defeating him?

Now he has a basic understanding of what it feels like to be Great Grandmaster at the Extreme Realm.

In the Enemy Anticipation, a single misstep can mean the difference between being close and far.

Even if it's just an inch away, if you can't touch it, you can't touch it.

That's the difference between having and not having. It's also the distance between life and death.

"Master, could it be that you want to test whether those who have already Worship God can do it?" Daoist Hong Xian instantly came to his senses.

Zhang Rongfang did not reply and walked straight toward Zhou Yitang.

Under Limit State, he stood over three meters tall, stepping on the soil with each step, resembling a small giant in the forest, exuding a heavy sense of oppression.

As the shadows obscured Zhou Yitang.

The two, one tall and one short, looked at each other as equals.

"It's you." Zhou Yitang's face stiffened as he uttered two words.

Suddenly, his skin split open, as if he had been sliced open by countless blades in an instant.

Puff!!

Countless Silver Thread, like a fountain, surged toward Zhang Rongfang from his center.

Unfortunately, just a second before he erupted, Zhang Rongfang realized something was wrong and quickly retreated.

When fully unleashed, the Ground Shrinking from the Twelve Immortal Arts allows one to traverse more than ten meters in an instant.

After two consecutive Ground Shrinking, the person had completely left the range of the Spirit Thread sweep.

The Spirit Thread danced wildly for a long time before slowly fading, shrinking back, and returning to Zhou Yitang's original body.

Zhang Rongfang then stepped forward, placed his hand on the man's neck, and took a deep breath.

With a whoosh, Zhou Yitang's entire body shattered and collapsed like mud, with large amounts of black ash gushing out from within.

"What is this!?" Zhang Rongfang was slightly taken aback as he watched Zhou Yitang's entire body turn black, then shatter into a cloud of black ash, which evaporated and disappeared.

In just a few seconds, one after another, the living, breathing Grandmaster -Worship God warriors vanished without a trace before his eyes.

"Why is that?" Zhang Rongfang frowned deeply. "He directly Divine Descent and then self-destructed. He died instantly after the self-destruction. Such decisiveness couldn't possibly be Zhou Yitang's own decision. It's very likely the work of the Gods and Buddhas he descended to."

It self-destructed without even fighting.

These Gods and Buddhas and Buddhas are somewhat different from those we've encountered before.

Zhang Rongfang was pondering and about to get up, he suddenly noticed that where Zhou Yitang's body had disappeared, a special pattern composed of traces and vegetation had spontaneously appeared on the ground.

It was a strange human figure with a Minotaur, a single horn on its back, and only one leg.

"What is this?!" Zhang Rongfang frowned.

A cold wind in the forest blew away the pattern, and everything returned to normal.

If it weren't for the extensive damage caused by the fierce battle just now, and the complete set of clothes left on the ground, probably no one would believe that the devastation in this forest was caused by only a few people.

Zhang Rongfang stood up, closed his eyes, and the image of a bull's head and a human body that he had just seen lingered in his mind for a long time.

"Could this be that Ming God?" he wondered to himself.

Just as he was about to go back and check on the rest of the people.

Suddenly, there was a muffled thud.

His heart skipped a beat.

Blood began to surge rapidly, converging and rushing towards the brain.

A strange feeling of dizziness made Zhang Rongfang involuntarily close his eyes.

When he came to his senses, he struggled to open his eyes.

Everything has completely changed.

The surrounding area was shrouded in white mist, indicating that it was no longer in the same location as before.

Bang.

Bang.

Bang.

Something was approaching; huge, heavy footsteps, like war drums, struck Zhang Rongfang's heart with every beat.

"Is this Doubtful Cloud Mist?" He became more alert and looked in the direction from which the sound came.

The fact that killing a Worship God Grandmaster has drawn him into Doubtful Cloud Mist suggests that either there is Spirit General or Remnant God nearby, or there is something wrong with Zhou Yitang's initiative to Divine Descent.

But whatever the reason, taking him down would come at a great cost.

Zhang Rongfang regained his composure.

Compared to his first encounter with the Doubtful Cloud Mist, he was much calmer now. He knew very well that the Spirit General n't reveal himself so easily. This was most likely due to a deliberate Divine Descent.

The thumping sounds grew closer and louder.

Soon.

The thing that made the loud noise finally arrived in front of Zhang Rongfang.

Its outline emerged from the mist.

It was a giant monster that was over ten meters tall.

Its appearance is that of Minotaur, a dark blue back, only one leg, and a long, single horn growing from its back.

It came up to Zhang Rongfang and suddenly let out a long roar.

Moo!

The massive sound waves caused the surrounding mist to churn and churn restlessly.

The Minotaur paused in its roar and finally spoke.

"I am."

Whoosh! A red shadow flashed, and a huge blood shadow pounced from the side like lightning, grabbing the Minotaur and flying into the vast fog.

Immediately following was a burst of angry bellows from the bulls.

"I am...!" the Minotaur roared, speaking once more.

Whoosh!

A White Shadow flew past Zhang Rongfang and pounced towards the Minotaur.

The cow's bellow came again, this time much weaker.

"I!!"

Whoosh! Another huge shadow with a dragon's head and a human body flashed past in the mist in front of Zhang Rongfang.

The cow's bellowing stopped abruptly.

Everything returned to calm.

Zhang Rongfang stood still and blinked. He began to feel the fog slowly dissipating.

Soon, he felt a wave of dizziness, his vision blurred, and he found himself back at the spot where he had just killed Zhou Yitang.

The surrounding area remained a dark Woodland, with the moon hanging high overhead.

Many of his subordinates were rapidly approaching from a distance.

"What just happened?" Zhang Rongfang had a vague feeling that something important had just happened, but unfortunately he couldn't figure out what it was.

Speculation alone is meaningless.

"Master!" The three Daoist Hong Xian, caught up again. "Are you alright?!"

"It's nothing." Zhang Rongfang slightly. He picked up the robe left by Zhou Yitang, searched it, and found a Little Booklet with a purse-black cover, in addition to the money pouch.

Opening the book, it was filled with text records, but strangely, some places were clearly left with large blank spaces for illustrations, but there was nothing there.

Zhang Rongfang seemed to be deep in thought, and put down the book.

Suddenly, he paused.

What was this book called again?

He remembered glancing at the title when he first opened it; it seemed to be something like "The Record of the Ming God Fate." To verify his guess, he picked up the book again and opened it.

This time, however, Zhang Rongfang's eyes narrowed and his breathing became slightly rapid.

The book that had just been covered in text was now completely blank when opened.

Every single page was blank! Zhang Rongfang flipped through the book repeatedly, looking at every page, but there wasn't a single word.

"By the way, have you caught the source of those Red Turban Thugs?" he quickly asked the three of them.

"Kill them all. These scourges, wantonly slaughtering living beings, they all deserve to die!" The youngest, Tong Fei, licked her red lips and said fiercely.

She was the most excited of the three. She went from being a dying old woman in her eighties or nineties to being in her prime at thirty in an instant.

Her beauty and martial arts skills returned in an instant.

This feeling almost drove her wild with excitement.

So, in her excessive excitement, she accidentally killed all the black-cloaked members of the Ming God Sect.

"Master, don't worry!" Tong Fei laughed. "I have already ordered people to pile up their skulls and post notices to announce their evil deeds to everyone!"

Zhang Rongfang was speechless.

"Where is the woman I just seriously injured?" He thought of Xu Mengyan. Since Zhou Yitang was dead, he would use that woman as a substitute for the test.

The group looked at each other, not knowing what they were saying.

Zhang Rongfang sensed something was wrong and quickly rushed towards Xu Mengyan's direction.

He didn't hold back at all; he crippled the woman's internal organs on the spot and turned her into a pile of mush.

That guy didn't seem to be Worship God; with injuries like that, he definitely wouldn't be able to move.

However, he soon led the way to the edge of the large pit where Xu Mengyan had been injured, and it was indeed empty.

"If someone isn't Worship God, how can they survive with their chest smashed open?" Zhang Rongfang asked, standing at the edge of the pit.

The people who arrived behind them all blinked and remained silent.

"Master, aren't we?" Daoist Hong Xian whispered.

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