Six Storehouse Scripture vs. True Martial Demon Purge

Zhang Chu walked in from outside.

The moment he entered, his eyes were opened to a whole new world.

Compared to the martial arts of Righteous Path sects, the methods of the Demonic Path were truly dazzling and bizarre.

There was even necrophilia!...

"Daoist Priest Zhang, run!"

Jiang Yourong suddenly screamed a warning.

"Jin Kui has become a demon and broken through to the Dark Strength Realm!"

Rather than showing the slightest joy at Zhang Chu's arrival, she used all her strength to shout.

Jin Mu stood with his blade held crosswise and shouted as well, "Daoist Priest, run! Go to the Sky Patrol Guard headquarters in the Eastern Region and deliver the news. Someone will avenge us!"

Even Situ Ying, the old Sect Master of the Tiger Blade Sect, somehow found the strength to rise and stand in front.

"Daoist Priest Zhang, we're badly wounded and can't leave. Don't worry about us—go, quickly!"

"And please remind my worthless son to leave Linjiang at once and head for the Eastern Region!"

For a moment, everyone struggled to climb up from the ground and gathered before him, hoping to buy Zhang Chu time to escape.

Jin Kui narrowed his pea-sized eyes at the crippled remnants daring to block his way, his face full of disdain.

"A pack of things that don't know life from death. You still dream of escaping before me? Merge with me, all of you!"

With Blood Food right before him, Jin Kui naturally would not let such a fine opportunity slip away. He wanted to swallow them all in one bite.

As for Zhang Chu—

He did not take him seriously at all.

"Die!" Jin Kui fixed his gaze on Jin Mu at the front. Of everyone present, Jin Mu was the Blood Food he most wanted to eat.

Seeing that fat, enormous hand about to come down, Jin Mu could only raise his blade across his body and prepare for a desperate final struggle!

From the moment he had joined the Sky Patrol Guard, he had already prepared himself to die at any time.

Even if he could not win today, he would fight this heretical demon to the bitter end for the hundreds of young men and the Secret Agents who had sacrificed their lives without hesitation!

Yet Jin Mu's imagined tragedy did not come to pass.

The next instant, his vision blurred, and Zhang Chu had somehow appeared in front of him.

Jin Mu cried out in alarm, "Daoist Priest Zhang, you..."

Before he could finish, Zhang Chu raised his hand into a palm strike and unleashed [True Martial Demon Purge]!

Unlike when he had faced the Lingnan Three Ghosts—

The Meat Mountain before him clearly looked built to take a beating.

So Zhang Chu did not hold back. He opened with the True Martial Palm, and a tearing shriek split the air!

"Little Ant, you still dare play the hero."

"Then I'll eat you first!"

Seeing Zhang Chu dare to attack him, Jin Kui revealed a vicious, sinister grin and threw a punch.

The instant fist and palm collided—

A powerful shockwave erupted through the main hall.

The deafening blast made everyone cough blood, and several Second-rate Rogue Cultivators nearly fainted dead away!

"Hm? It really is that Evil Martial Art!"

After their exchange, Zhang Chu stood completely motionless, merely looking ahead with curiosity.

Jin Kui, meanwhile, staggered backward again and again with his massive body before crashing into the wall with a boom.

Scarlet blood spilled from his mouth!

At that sight—

The people who had steeled themselves for death all froze in place, unable to believe what they were seeing!

What had they just witnessed?

Daoist Priest Zhang had actually blasted Jin Kui back with a single palm strike!

"H-How is this possible?"

"Daoist Priest Zhang... he's actually in the Dark Strength Realm!"

Situ Ying found it difficult to breathe. The shock before him was no less than the overwhelming impact Jin Kui's breakthrough had brought them.

"Have I been beaten mad? How old is Daoist Priest Zhang? He's even several years younger than this old man's son, yet he's a Lesser Grandmaster of Dark Strength. This...!"

The master of Jade Fan Hall also looked terrified.

What was happening before them was simply too unbelievable.

Even Jin Mu, who was normally so steady, hurriedly rubbed his eyes, afraid he was hallucinating.

But after confirming it over and over, he realized this was no dream. Daoist Priest Zhang truly was a Dark Strength Realm expert!

"Haha, hahaha!..." Jin Mu suddenly threw back his head and laughed, wild with excitement.

In all his life, the most correct thing Jin Mu had ever done was invite Zhang Chu to the True Martial Temple that night!

Heaven truly wanted to help him eradicate demons!

With that thought, Jin Mu called out, "Daoist Priest Zhang, do as you please. We'll handle the perimeter!"

Zhang Chu nodded at that.

But he did not rush to attack.

Instead, he looked curiously at Jin Kui, the Meat Mountain before him. "What martial art is that of yours, exactly?"

He was extremely curious about this evil technique.

During their clash just now, he had suddenly noticed that this Meat Mountain monster, like those two men in the Li Family tunnel, could use his bizarre fleshly body to disperse Zhang Chu's inner force.

When his palm landed, it felt as though there was nowhere for the force to settle, as if he had struck a boneless mass of rubber.

How could such an Evil Martial Art exist in this world?

If someone trained this technique to its pinnacle—

Could they truly grow as large as a mountain?

"You!..."

Jin Kui was also badly startled at this moment.

This tiny man had taken his punch without suffering a single injury!

"You're in the Dark Strength Realm too!"

Previously, he had not regarded Zhang Chu as a threat at all.

He had even thought that with a casual squeeze, he could crush the little man before him into minced flesh.

Just like those Blood Foods from earlier, who could only howl before him while being utterly powerless.

But after that brief exchange—

Jin Kui's eyes were filled with shock and disbelief.

This young little Daoist was actually in the Dark Strength Realm too, and did not seem inferior to him in the least!

"H-How can this be? Why do you get to enter the Dark Strength Realm? Why do you get to contend with me?"

He had been trapped in the First-rate Realm for more than ten years. He had even joined the Demonic Cult without hesitation. In order to step into the Dark Strength Realm, no one knew how much he had paid or how much suffering he had endured.

But how old was Zhang Chu? He was barely weaned! Yet he could stand against him—why?

Could this brat be a monster too?

Unaware of Jin Kui's thoughts, Zhang Chu assumed he was falling into the Demonic Cult's old habit again.

He said, "It seems you people of the Demonic Cult won't open your mouths unless you're beaten into cripples. Fine, I'll grant your wish and let you experience flying!"

"Hm?" Jin Kui clearly did not understand.

But that did not matter, because the very next instant, he felt Gang Qi inner force like a colossal hammer slam into his huge body with a thunderous crash.

[True Martial Palm Second Style: Armor Shatter!]

A heaven-collapsing, earth-rending force crashed into Jin Kui's chest, as though it meant to tear him to pieces.

BOOM, BOOM, BOOM—

Under that mountain-toppling, sea-overturning force, Jin Kui could not hold his footing at all. He was instantly lifted from the ground.

His entire body was sent flying backward.

Then, within the Boat Gang's main hall, repeated thunderous bangs rang out. A gigantic ball of flesh shot from the center of the hall and punched straight through an entire stretch of buildings!

Through the massive hole it left behind, the blue sky was visible!

"Hiss!..."

Situ Ying shuddered in fright.

He nearly bit his tongue.

Everything in the courtyard left him utterly dumbfounded.

They suddenly understood why Jin Kui had screamed so wildly earlier.

Daoist Priest Zhang's strength...

It was simply inhuman!

If he had taken that strike just now, he would probably have turned into scraps scattered all over the ground on the spot...

Zhang Chu ignored the terrified crowd.

He leaped toward the rear of the main hall.

In the foul-smelling back courtyard, Zhang Chu saw Jin Kui lying amid stark white bones.

The Boat Gang's back courtyard resembled hell.

Vast swathes of corpses and bones carpeted the ground. The rotting, stinking heads in particular were a horrifying sight, making it impossible to imagine what had happened here.

Looking down from above at Jin Kui, the Meat Mountain, Zhang Chu asked, "You trained your evil technique by eating them?"

The remnants of corpses covered the ground.

Zhang Chu could imagine how desperate they must have been before they died.

He had always heard that the Demonic Cult committed every imaginable evil, but he had still underestimated just how utterly insane these people were.

"So what if I did! The [Six Storehouse Scripture] I cultivate is a supreme divine art. Being able to merge with me is a blessing they cultivated over several lifetimes!"

Though Jin Kui had lost the advantage in that exchange, he was secretly circulating his cultivation, preparing to face Zhang Chu head-on again. He refused to believe that a green brat could surpass his more than ten years of bitter cultivation.

Jin Kui's mountain-like body of flesh rippled, as though digesting the Gang Qi Zhang Chu had driven into him.

Just as he digested the people he had eaten.

Raging flames burned in Zhang Chu's eyes.

Then he raised his palm.

"Fuck you. Who the hell do you think you are? A blessing? I'll give you a blessing first!"

This palm strike used all of his Gang Qi inner force. Combined with [True Martial Third Style: Mountain Suppression], it swept through all resistance like withered wood before rotten straw and struck Jin Kui directly on the head!

BOOM!!

The once-level back courtyard suddenly collapsed inward, and a gigantic palm print comparable to a meteor crater appeared.

Beneath that palm print lay an indescribable mass of something that had completely stopped moving.

[Merit Points +10000!]