Divine Art! Six Storehouse Scripture! Karma Fire Burial!

"Boom!!..."

In an instant, the entire ground suddenly shook.

Yuan Hui had attacked without warning!

He stomped down hard, and an immense force spread rapidly outward from beneath his feet. Gang winds seemed to rise within the hall in an instant.

His whole body shot forward like a phantom, attacking Zhang Chu at high speed, cold killing intent flashing in his eyes!

If this palm strike landed—

It would kill quite a few Young Monks on the spot!

"You still want to drag others into this before Zhang? You think far too highly of yourself. Get out here!"

Zhang Chu changed both palms into claws and, moving even faster, seized Yuan Hui by both arms before violently flinging him outward!

"Bang bang bang!!"

A series of heavy impacts rang out beyond the hall like beating war drums, and Yuan Hui crashed to the ground.

There were quite a few monks in Rebirth Hall. They knew nothing of this and should not have been caught up in it.

Who would have thought Yuan Hui would be so utterly deranged that he could slaughter even his own disciples at will?

After being thrown outside, Yuan Hui swiftly rose to his feet. Rather than fear, his sinister gaze brimmed with excitement!

"Good, good! As expected of the one that person favors!"

"Compared to Daoist Priest Zhang, this Old Monk's little secrets are simply not worth mentioning. This Old Monk truly underestimated you!"

Yuan Hui raised his right arm and looked at the sleeve that had been torn to tatters by Zhang Chu's grip. Greed flashed across his face.

Hahaha, Zhang Chu truly carried some great secret! All his painstaking efforts to lure him here had not been in vain.

How many days had it even been?

That little Daoist whom he could have wiped out with a flick of his hand back then could now withstand one of his attacks head-on!

A secret was good. A secret was very good!

Because that secret would soon be his!

Seeing the greed glittering in Yuan Hui's eyes, Zhang Chu suddenly grinned and walked out of the hall after him.

"That person? It seemed Zhang's earlier guess was correct. This matter is far from over!"

He had suspected it before. What level of strength had Yuan Hui possessed ten years ago? How could he possibly have trapped the old abbot?

Someone must have acted in secret, and that person's strength had to be profound. It seemed that was indeed the case.

"Master Yuan Hui, how about we make a deal? Tell me who stands behind this, and I'll spare your life."

Zhang Chu stared at him without restraint.

Yuan Hui narrowed his eyes. This brat still looked so carefree even now. How laughable.

"Do you truly think this Old Monk, after hiding for so many years, possesses only this much strength? How about we change the terms? Reveal your secret, and this Old Monk will send you to see the Buddha!"

The greed in Yuan Hui's eyes could no longer be restrained.

It seemed ready to spill forth in tangible form!

Who stood behind him no longer mattered to him at this moment. All he wanted was Zhang Chu's secret!

The secret that allowed him to grow stronger so quickly!

"Rumble rumble!!..."

Black Gang Qi churned around his fist as Yuan Hui's inner force surged to its peak, turning incomparably frenzied!

It even formed gusts of Gang wind that flickered continuously—an abnormal sign produced when the Dark Strength Realm reached its utmost limit.

At the same time, his body began to change, swelling like a balloon until he resembled a small mountain of flesh!

"Haven't you always been curious about Jin Kui's martial art? Today, this Old Monk will let you witness the true Six Storehouse Scripture, this supreme divine art manual!"

As he spoke, Yuan Hui took a step forward!

Ma Wuji's pupils dilated at the sight.

"Th-this is the perfected Dark Strength Realm!"

Ma Wuji stared in shock at Yuan Hui, whose Gang Qi roiled around him. Wind already rose beneath his feet as he shot away in an instant.

Strong—far too strong! This ghost monk was even more powerful than that cheap master of his!

If this ghost monk were not so old, then with this strength, he would certainly rank among the top three on the Human Ranking!

"Daoist Priest Zhang, let us part ways here today. Another day, Ma will personally bring news of your death to True Martial Temple..."

What a joke. Zhang Chu was only tenth on the Human Ranking—how could he possibly defeat this ghost monk? If he did not run now, it would be too late!

Watching Ma Wuji vanish without a trace in the blink of an eye, Zhang Chu felt a flicker of envy. That Lightness Skill truly was remarkable.

Should I take the chance to kill that kid too?

"Boom!!"

At that moment, Yuan Hui's attack arrived.

"Flesh Power Fist Aura!" Yuan Hui's fist force surged and contracted as he threw a punch that looked light as a feather, yet carried crushing weight.

This move was the mark of a body refined to great accomplishment. It appeared gentle on the surface, but if one disregarded it, that fierce and incomparably heavy punch would inflict grave injuries in an instant.

It was nothing like the martial arts of the Righteous Path.

"Bang!!"

Zhang Chu raised a hand and met it with a palm strike. Fist and palm collided.

In the next moment, he felt as though his palm had struck a ball of cotton. Then that ball of cotton rippled, instantly rebounding all of his force!

"Thud, thud, thud!..."

When the clash of pure physical strength ended, Yuan Hui immediately staggered back several steps, a flush flashing across his face.

Clearly, the impact had unsettled his blood and Qi!

"Such force!" Even as enemies, Yuan Hui could not help praising him. At the same time, he touched the bones in his arm, which had already been injured by that tremendous force!

"Unfortunately, you do not understand what is truly terrifying about the Six Storehouse Scripture." Yuan Hui suddenly sighed.

"I told Jin Kui that cultivating the Six Storehouse Scripture required eating human flesh. But in truth, what this martial art truly requires is devouring a person's inner force and Gang Qi!"

In an instant, Yuan Hui's flesh swelled and rippled, emitting a black glow. It was actually rings upon rings of Gang Qi ripples.

A closer look would reveal that within those ripples was Zhang Chu's Gang Qi!

"You were arrogant enough to clash with the Six Storehouse Scripture!"

"But you do not know that your inner force and Gang Qi have already been devoured by me. Once I finish digesting your power, all your methods will be useless against me!"

"This is the ultimate art of the Flesh Dao Master, one of the eight Dao Masters of the Demonic Cult. It is not something you can comprehend."

A confidence Yuan Hui had never shown before appeared on his face.

Zhang Chu looked curious upon hearing those words.

He had known this martial art was sinister before.

But only after seeing the genuine Six Storehouse Scripture today did Zhang Chu realize that he had still underestimated this evil art.

"It can actually devour inner force and Gang Qi to become immune to another person's methods. The Demonic Cult truly lives up to its name. The martial arts it creates are more twisted than the last."

The Refining Corpse Sect's method of forging Gold Corpses had already been bizarre enough. This was even more perverse!

"Even if you kneel and beg for mercy now, it is too late. This Old Monk has lost all interest in making a deal with you."

"After taking you down, this Old Monk will refine you into a Gold Corpse and pry every secret from your mouth!"

Yuan Hui lightly exhaled a breath of turbid air.

The ripples across his flesh had vanished.

By now, he had completely digested Zhang Chu's inner force and Gang Qi. For the next two hours, he would be immune to Zhang Chu's methods. He had already secured an innate position of invincibility.

"Is that so?" Zhang Chu suddenly smiled.

He had only been playing along with the other man, yet Yuan Hui had taken it seriously.

The reason Zhang Chu had not used his full strength was simply because he wanted to see the truest form of this sinister art.

Now that he had seen it—

There was no longer any reason for the other man to exist.

Sensing the change in Zhang Chu—

Yuan Hui's pupils contracted.

"You—!" He was about to speak when he suddenly discovered that Zhang Chu had somehow already arrived before him.

Before Yuan Hui could react, Zhang Chu said, "Ever since learning this martial art, this is my first time using it on someone. I hope you can withstand it..."

"Wh—?!" Yuan Hui was just about to speak when he jolted violently. A burning sensation suddenly erupted within his body.

There was no earth-shattering aura, nor were there any superfluous techniques. It was merely a light palm strike.

Yet Zhang Chu's palm was so unimaginably powerful that it surpassed every palm technique Yuan Hui had seen in his life.

Because this palm technique could ignite his Gang Qi!

That was right. Zhang Chu's palm strike was the third move of the Bitter Gourd Palm—Karma Fire, specifically designed to counter all body-refining martial arts.

A martial art move capable of affecting the mind!

Once even the slightest trace touched you, it would cling like maggots to the bone and spread madly. No matter how formidable your external body training, it would be difficult to withstand the erosion of Karma Fire. You could only suffer the constant wearing away of your mind.

"Aaaahhh!!..."

"You're not Dark Strength, you... you are..."

Yuan Hui felt as though his five viscera and six bowels were burning. His Gang Qi was completely useless, unable to extinguish that invisible flame at all. He could no longer speak!

What horrified Yuan Hui even more was that his spirit was gradually withering. He could barely even scream, and his vision blurred.

"Bang!!..."

At that moment, an indescribable tremendous force erupted within his body, blasting Yuan Hui directly into fragments.

"This Bitter Gourd Karma Fire was truly terrifying..."

Zhang Chu curled his lip as he looked at Yuan Hui, who had been tortured beyond human recognition before being blown apart by Gang Qi...

[Merit Points +15000!]