The Xiantian Realm Roadblock

Zijing stared dumbfounded at Shen Lin, who had brought Cheng Yi back from the prison in the blink of an eye, feeling a sense of absurdity.

She had already prepared herself to fight her way into the prison and then struggle to bring Cheng Yi out.

But reality?

Feeling ashamed for triggering the alarm, she was only momentarily stunned. Just as she was about to rush into the prison, she found that Shen Lin had already finished everything.

"What are you spacing out for? Hurry up and go!"

Shen Lin frowned and lowered his voice.

Why does this guy seem so slow-witted?

Shaking his head speechlessly, Shen Lin leaped directly to another rooftop.

But before he had even landed, a wild laugh echoed from the side.

"Hahaha, I knew waiting here like a hunter would yield results. Thief, die!!!"

Cheng Shanhe charged forward with a massive spiked club, his momentum astonishing, like a cannonball.

But faced with this sudden attack, Shen Lin was not the least bit surprised.

So that's where this guy was instead of being in the prison. He was waiting outside for me to walk into his trap.

At this moment, Shen Lin was in mid-air, with no room to maneuver.

And tonight, to avoid suspicion, he hadn't brought any weapons. He could only take the full force of the attack with his bare body.

However...

The spiked club in Cheng Shanhe's hand was clearly forged from fine steel. Its sharp spikes were larger than ordinary iron nails.

This thing, when it hit flesh and blood, even demonic creatures couldn't withstand its power.

After all, a Martial Artist in the Opening Meridians Realm was still a mortal.

The situation was unsolvable!

Cheng Shanhe wore a triumphant smile, secretly pleased with his timing.

But in the next moment, Shen Lin, still in mid-air, twisted his waist and threw a punch.

He can still move?

Cheng Shanhe was stunned at first, but then he saw that the other party was only using his bare fist to throw a punch, and he couldn't help but want to laugh.

How hard do you think your fist is, to dare...

BOOM!

In the next moment, a powerful force erupted.

All the Qi and Blood Force on Shen Lin's body surged into his right fist. The dense Qi and Blood Force condensed into a phantom fist in front of his fist, like a tangible entity.

At this moment, Cheng Shanhe's eyes glazed over. He felt as if a mountain had suddenly appeared before him, pressing down on him with immense force.

The spiked club flew out of his hand, and the phantom fist landed on Cheng Shanhe.

His clothes instantly ripped apart. Every inch of skin on his body was squeezed, causing blood to ooze out, instantly turning him into a bloody mess.

Not only that, but continuous cracking sounds indicated that the bones within his body were being crushed.

"Qi leaving the body..."

Cheng Shanhe muttered dazedly, his body falling powerlessly from the rooftop.

"Let's go!"

Shen Lin shouted to Zijing, who was still in a daze behind him, and rushed into the distance with Cheng Yi.

Behind them, Hu Dongxing and Wang Yuantong, who had just leaped onto the rooftop to catch up, jumped down again and found the severely injured Cheng Shanhe.

As soon as Cheng Shanhe was helped up, he spat out a mouthful of blood. His fingers trembled as he raised them, muttering, "Fist Essence... leaving the body, it's Xiantian!!!"

This statement sent shockwaves through Hu Dongxing's heart.

The reason why the Xiantian realm was different from the Opening Meridians Realm and did not fear blades and weapons was that they could rely on their powerful protective Qi to resist external attacks.

And within the Xiantian realm, some with exceptional talent and abundant spiritual energy could use the technique of Qi leaving the body.

Powerful Qi leaving the body had astonishing power, and ordinary iron weapons could not withstand its might.

That person just now was actually in the Xiantian realm...

For some reason, upon hearing such terrifying news, Hu Dongxing felt a sense of relief.

Now, the County Magistrate shouldn't be able to trouble me.

After all, that was a Xiantian realm expert...

"When did you reach the Xiantian realm???"

After running with Shen Lin for a while, Zijing saw that no one was chasing them and immediately asked.

Shen Lin turned around speechlessly. Just as he was about to remind them that they weren't safe yet, his eyes suddenly widened as he looked at the sky.

A small black dot was rapidly growing larger in Shen Lin's eyes.

Swish!

In less than a breath, the black dot plunged from the sky.

It was a Bird Demon covered in black feathers, with a pair of wings on its back, a bird's head, and a human body, its lower legs ending in a pair of sharp talons.

At this moment, using the momentum of its dive, it lunged forward with its talons.

Shen Lin didn't have time to think. He immediately threw Cheng Yi aside, planted his feet firmly on the ground, and unleashed another Mountain Splitting Fist.

Boom!

The fist phantom collided with the opponent.

But the Mountain Splitting Fist, which had just heavily injured Cheng Shanhe, couldn't repeat its glory.

A black light flashed across the Bird Demon's body, instantly covering it in a thin layer of black light.

The fist phantom dissipated, and the Bird Demon was unharmed.

Sensing carefully, the Bird Demon frowned and muttered softly:

"Not Xiantian realm, but this is clearly a technique of True Essence detachment..."

Shen Lin's scalp tingled, and he inwardly thought that this was truly troublesome.

This was a Xiantian realm Bird Demon!

The light screen on its body just now was clearly the protective True Essence of the Xiantian realm.

With this layer of defense, all the methods of an Opening Meridians Realm Martial Artist were unable to break through its defense.

Even his strongest attack, the Mountain Splitting Fist, was no exception.

After all, Qi and Blood Force was qualitatively different from the spiritual energy of the Xiantian realm.

"Kid! What was that punch of yours called?"

The Bird Demon pondered for a moment, unable to figure it out, so it simply asked directly.

"Mountain Splitting Fist!"

Shen Lin replied in a deep voice, not mentioning that he had created it himself, but stating the original cultivation technique's name.

"Mountain Splitting Fist... Never heard of it."

The Bird Demon shook its head and was about to ask more when it suddenly seemed to sense something. It narrowed its eyes, looking into the distance, and sighed, "Never mind. It's the same if I capture you and question you slowly."

Hearing this, Shen Lin's heart sank.

Even though he had opened ten meridians, he was no match for a Xiantian realm expert.

There was no other way.

Taking a deep breath, Shen Lin gritted his teeth and glared fiercely at the Bird Demon.

He decided to use the System's deduction to break through directly to the Xiantian realm.

The current situation did not allow him to open all his meridians before breaking through.

But just as the System panel in his consciousness was gradually unfolding, he suddenly paused and dismissed the idea.

A young man in black suddenly appeared in front of him.

"You can't capture him today!"

He held a sword in his right hand, his arms crossed over his chest, and looked at the Bird Demon with a calm expression.

The moment the young man in black appeared, the Bird Demon involuntarily rose a foot higher.

It seemed to recognize the young man in black's origin and was extremely wary.

This reaction caused the young man in black's expression to change for the first time.

He mused, "You seem... to know me?"

The Bird Demon did not respond. It simply flapped its wings vigorously and flew towards the sky.

Seeing this, the young man in black scratched his chin in confusion, ignored Shen Lin, and disappeared from his spot.

"Who was that just now?"

Zijing let out a sigh of relief as the crisis was averted, looking at Shen Lin with confusion.

How could this guy know a Xiantian realm Martial Artist?

Shen Lin didn't respond and said softly, "Let's go quickly. The people from the County Office won't give up just like that."