Appraisal IV

"The Human Immortal Temple?" Sang Lan raised an eyebrow. "Are you the Human Immortal Temple Master?"

The original plan was simply to get through this as quickly as possible, resolve the matter, and then return to continue the banquet.

But now, he suddenly became interested.

Originally, he was just going to grab a few Human Immortal Temple priests from the Immortal Temple and take them back, but now the mastermind behind it all has appeared right in front of him.

Therefore, it would be best to solve it all at once.

The Human Immortal Temple Master? This name spread quickly. Fortunately, the Heavenly Maiden Ran Xin Yue and the others already knew about it, so nothing changed.

However, neither of them felt at ease despite Zhang Rongfang's appearance.

A terrifying enemy that even the Great Grandmaster of the Confucian Sect could not defeat.

It's most likely Spirit General!

You must know that Dongfang Mu is Great Grandmaster of the Extreme Realm, and they searched for him for a long time before finally finding him. They had only just begun to make contact when someone came knocking on their door.

But now, Dongfang Mu was covered in blood, lying on the ground, panting heavily, unable to move.

While the Extreme Realm possesses formidable power, immense destructive force, and incredible speed, its biggest problem is also quite obvious.

That means low defense, and recovery is no different from that of an ordinary person, or even worse.

After all, ordinary people wouldn't casually use such a physically demanding and exhausting technique as the Final Form.

"I haven't lost yet!!" Dongfang Mu struggled to stand up. But a large amount of blood dripped from the corners of his robes to the ground.

His white robe was now mostly stained red.

He can still Facing Solution! He can still break through to the Final Solution!! He can still kill!! Pfft! But unfortunately, his current body simply cannot support him to continue fighting. A mouthful of blood gushed from his throat, making his face turn pale, and he almost fell over.

At this moment, he stood with difficulty a few meters away from Sang Lan near the city wall, leaning against the wall to barely keep his balance.

But by then, nobody cared about him anymore.

Another place.

Zhang Rongfang stood in front of the two Heavenly Maiden, his expression calm and somber, only staring at Sang Lan.

He vaguely sensed that something was wrong; the other party's aura and presence seemed different from any of the opponents he had encountered before.

It has a kind of feel to it, like the remnant god spirit general that Senior Dijiang took him to see back then.

Therefore, he was very cautious, keeping a close eye on the other party at all times. If it really was Spirit General, this could be a real problem.

Yuan Feng slowly crawled on the ground, only now recovering slightly from the damage inflicted by the Demon Weapon. But in reality, he could only move slightly like this. The Demon Weapon caused damage similar to mutual harm Worship God, and it would take at least ten days to half a month to barely recover from a single injury.

He struggled to sit up, and the first thing he saw when he looked up was Dongfang Mu, who was covered in blood.

Then came Zhang Rongfang, Heavenly Maiden, Ran Xin Yue.

There was no one else around.

Now that he himself has lost his fighting ability and his strength has been greatly diminished, Dongfang Mu is also on the verge of death. It is clear that he challenged the Sang Lan Sect Leader when he was about to be killed.

The only ones who still have real strength and are relatively intact are the Heavenly Maiden, Ran Xin Yue, and this newly arrived Red Robe Daoist.

"Master, please hurry, I might not be able to hold on much longer," Yuan Feng pleaded, raising his voice as he spoke.

"So what?" Sang Lan turned her gaze to him. "There are still a few Great Grandmaster at True Buddha Temple. Even if you die, someone will take your place. Don't be afraid."

"Master, please stop joking." Yuan Feng forced a smile. "This is not funny at all."

"I'm not joking with you," Sang Lan said with a slight smile. "That's why I find people like you martial artists the most annoying. What's the point of working so hard your whole life and finally becoming Great Grandmaster or something?"

"In the end, you still have to ask me for help." He spread his arms as if in despair. "I don't know anything, I just learned a little martial arts, enough for me. It's all the same."

A soft sound rang out in an instant. Sang Lan Lanren appeared before Yuan Feng like a phantom, pointing a finger.

Thud! The finger struck Yuan Feng's temple precisely, piercing through and breaking through the other side of his skull.

Blood and Silver Thread spurted from the wound, but before they hit the ground, they were entangled and suppressed by a new Silver Thread.

"Look. I only know a little bit of martial arts, but I can still kill you all easily."

"Master... you...!?" Yuan Feng's eyes were filled with despair as he reached out to grab Sang Lan's robes, but it was too late.

He collapsed to the ground, leaving only two bloody marks on his hands beneath his robes.

"Sorry, you're too noisy." Sang Lan withdrew her index finger and turned to look at Zhang Rongfang.

"Next is you, Human Immortal Temple Master."

"You're not Great Grandmaster?" Zhang Rongfang asked in surprise. The fact that the other party had killed one of his own people wasn't surprising to him.

Anyway, there are plenty of freaks in the Western Sect faction.

What shocked him was that the other party did not seem to be Great Grandmaster.

"Great Grandmaster? No, no, no," Sang Lan laughed. "Back then, I only barely managed to break through to the Grandmaster level in my martial arts, and that was enough. Martial arts are something that only need to be sufficient. In this world, only delicious food and beautiful women are worth cherishing. This sect leader doesn't have that much time to waste on such useless things."

Although he was not Great Grandmaster, he easily severely injured a Confucian Sect Great Grandmaster at the Extreme Realm. Although Dongfang Mu was careless and old and frail, he couldn't even use his "Liberation" skill.

But that's the reality.

The Heavenly Maiden stood behind Zhang Rongfang.

"In a moment, scatter and escape. Someone will come to intercept and kill us later," she whispered.

Only the three of them remained who could still move, but even if all three of them were piled up together, they would not be a match for a single Spirit General.

That is Spirit General, not Spirit Vein.

"You should step back." Zhang Rongfang didn't turn his head, lifted his leg, and walked straight towards Sang Lan.

"A guy who isn't even Great Grandmaster dares to spout nonsense in front of me. This is the funniest joke I've heard all year."

That being said, Zhang Rongfang couldn't help but feel a slight sense of anticipation rising within him.

He's not even a Great Grandmaster, yet he looks incredibly strong, displaying an arrogant attitude that disregards even Great Grandmaster.

What does this mean? It means this guy is very likely Spirit General! And not Great Grandmaster, meaning he might be a weakling among Spirit General!!

Wasn't he trying to gather specific information about the strength of the Spirit General? With a living, breathing specimen practically presented to him, it would be a huge waste not to take advantage of the effort put into bringing it all this way to his doorstep. That's what he thought, and that's what he said.

"As a guest from afar, I intend to drain you of your blood and then hang you on the screen wall of my Daoist Temple's main hall as an exhibit. What do you think?"

Zhang Rongfang wore a polite yet expectant smile, like a host who genuinely wanted to invite guests to his home.

These words not only caused Ran Xin Yue Heavenly Maiden the others to change color, but even Dongfang Mu felt a strange sense of contrast.

The oppressive and dangerous atmosphere that Sang Lan had just created was instantly relieved at this moment.

The situation seems to have reversed. If Sang Lan was like a predator before, eyeing them with hostility and posing a great danger, then Sang Lan is now a different story.

Now, it's like the other way around for them.

The newly arrived Zhang Rongfang, on the contrary, seemed like a predator, slowly approaching Sang Lan with a look of drooling.

This was the counter-pressure of momentum and aura! Sure enough, the calm smile on Sang Lan's face slowly disappeared because of these words.

"Are people from small towns so capable that they think they're invincible?"

"Invincible is an understatement," Zhang Rongfang smiled. "Killing you would be just enough."

"Kill me? You're courting death!!" A glint of Silver Light flashed in Sang Lan's eyes, and she finally became enraged.

Suddenly, an invisible, heavy pressure, like a distorting force field, slammed into Zhang Rongfang.

Click.

Zhang Rongfang lost control of the ground beneath his feet and crushed the floor tiles.

He stood still, as if a blue, icy storm was appearing before his eyes.

The numbing sensation from the ice spread upwards from his feet, climbing up his body.

He was unable to move for a moment, his eyes were completely blocked by the blizzard, and he could not see anything.

The immense, invisible pressure seemed poised to crush him.

"Is this the Gods and Buddhas will borrowed by the Spirit General?" Zhang Rongfang raised his head and looked at the icy blue aura that was suppressing him. His blood began to circulate faster.

"Your aura is much stronger than that of Senior Di Jiang back then. But... you think you can beat me with this little bit of pressure!?"

"How naive!!!"

In an instant, layers of Limit State rapidly accumulated and expanded on his body.

In just a moment, all three Limit State were activated simultaneously.

Spirit and Will United.

Yin Yang Harmony.

Critical State.

At the same time, the Divine Pattern inside the two Blood Lotus on his back trembled slightly.

With a deafening roar, Zhang Rongfang's body swelled up, rising from the ground with his right arm outstretched, reaching out to grab the Ice Blue Storm before him.

With a soft hiss, the storm was pierced, revealing Sang Lan's face standing behind her with her hands behind her back.

Thud! Thud! The claw struck him squarely in the face.

A ring of white air currents exploded around his palm and Sang Lan's face.

The immense force, accompanied by the impact, sent him flying backward, crashing into the city wall behind him in the blink of an eye.

With a loud bang.

Sang Lan Lanren was completely embedded in the wall, and his once neat and clean robes became tattered and torn, completely losing his previous elegance and composure.

Five sharp, bloody scratches were left on his face.

This attack not only stunned Sang Lan herself, but also left her completely dumbfounded.

Even Dongfang Mu, Heavenly Maiden, and Ran Xin Yue, who were present, were startled, feeling as if they might be hallucinating.

The Heavenly Maiden stepped back a few paces, supporting Ran Xin Yue as they prepared to run. Upon seeing this scene, she immediately slowed her pace.

"He's not a grandmaster yet, is he?!" the Heavenly Maiden murmured.

"It really seems like it." Ran Xin Yue's eyes were glazed over. Not a Grandmaster, yet he could fight Di Jiang. Not a Grandmaster, yet he could fight three against one and kill three Worship God Grandmaster. Not a Grandmaster, yet he could send Spirit General flying dozens of meters away with a single palm strike. Especially seeing how easily he fought, she suddenly felt a surge of emotion, "I could do that too." This... this is the skill of the Head Sheep!? Suddenly, a thought inexplicably popped into her mind.

For a moment, she felt that her thinking might be a little off.

What was she thinking at such a crucial moment?! Slap! She slapped herself hard across the face.

"So, shall we still go?" she asked.

"Step back and observe the battle. Call for help!" the Heavenly Maiden replied succinctly.