Strangling Them in the Cradle! Ceremony Complete!
Zhang Fusheng knew very well that he wasn't actually very good at scheming and intrigue.
He prefers to kill his enemy with a single punch.
And then there's the so-called competition—his own understanding, which he had surpassed Liao Xianji's, is indeed vastly different now, but to compare Martial Arts Master in his thirties?
That's probably still a long way off.
So.
He chose to stifle those geniuses.
They killed all of the master's disciples whom he had never even met.
The rain intensified.
In the rain.
Who are you all?
Sweat dripped from Lu Zheng's forehead as he stared at the densely packed group of over thirty men in black before him.
These people were completely shrouded in black clothes and robes, making it impossible to see their faces or figures.
The men in black robes remained silent as they silently surrounded the area, and the long street had become deserted and quiet.
A raindrop hit Lu Zheng's eye.
He subconsciously narrowed his eyes.
Moment.
More than thirty plumes of Blood Qi Beacon tore through the rain curtain, and more than thirty enormous palm prints slammed down!
The long street has broken.
Someone called the Public Security Bureau, but received a long silence.
Unable to connect.
Or rather, the Public Security Bureau.
All the operators left their posts and came to the conference room, quietly listening to Assistant Lin's instructions for the meeting.
The phone kept ringing in the distance, and one of the operators couldn't help but raise her hand:
"Assistant Lin, should we proceed first?"
Lin Changle pressed his hand down expressionlessly and glanced at his wristwatch:
"The meeting will end in ten minutes."
The operators remained silent.
The long street that has broken apart.
In the long street that was shattered by the combined blows of thirty-seven Martial Arts Master.
A pool of bloody mud is being washed away by the rain.
Not everyone has the ability to handle one against many.
The blood and mud writhed, and under the illumination of the [Other Shore Bone] in the hand of the leading black-robed man, a new, Ghastly Skeleton rose to its feet.
A man in black robes handed over a brand new black robe.
The thirty-eight Martial Arts Master continued walking through the rain, their pace increasing rapidly!
The sonic boom echoed down the long street as figures tore through the rain, leaping up repeatedly until they finally stopped in front of a middle-aged man.
Wang Tianlong.
More than thirty plumes of Blood Qi Beacon shot into the sky, transforming into enormous palm prints that crashed down!
A blinding white light tore through, evaporating the Blood Qi Palm Seal. Wang Tianlong roared and fled.
But surrounded and intercepted by more than thirty figures, he couldn't escape far at all!
"Where did Martial Arts Master from!"
Wang Tianlong was shocked and furious. There were more than thirty martial Martial Arts Master, including two top masters, especially the one in the black robe who was leading them!
Although the opponent exuded an aura of death, judging from the two-hundred-meter-long Blood Qi Beacon...
He was also a top-tier master who used three shackles to open up his five internal organs!
He roared and pounded on the continuous rain, trying to pull these black-robed men into his own divine realm—he was also a pseudo-grandmaster, whose spiritual will had reached the level of Minor Perfection!
It was a success.
The men in black robes all appeared in their divine realm.
"Next"
Wang Tianlong licked his lips:
"It's my time."
He didn't finish his sentence.
Then they saw these men in black robes stomping their feet in unison.
Once.
The divine realm trembled.
Twice.
The divine realm began to tear apart.
The third time!
My own mental world was completely shattered!!
'Wow!!'
Wang Tianlong suffered a mental backlash, coughing up large amounts of blood, his expression filled with terror.
Although he only pulled these 'people' into the divine realm for a few breaths, he still gained insight into them.
They're not even human!
There wasn't the slightest sign of life!
Thirty-eight men in black robes attacked. Wang Tianlong reached out and tapped his body repeatedly, causing his physique to suddenly expand. He clasped his hands together and declared, "I become the Buddha!"
"Great day!"
His Qi and Blood transformed into a blazing sun behind him, evaporating the rain into a thick mist that filled the long street!
In the mist.
A blinding white light burst forth, instantly vaporizing a dozen or so black-robed figures at the third and fourth organ levels!
'Roar!!'
Wang Tianlong roared:
"That's it."
"You dare to hunt me down!"
"With your abilities?!"
He fought fiercely with the remaining men in black robes, unleashing all his True Intention power and strength, and employing his own unique skills!
He fought until he was covered in blood, and finally smashed the last man in black robes.
But for some reason, not a single Armored Hovercar, which should have been patrolling the skies, was seen.
"Huff, huff."
Wang Tianlong gasped for breath. He had nearly died in a bloody battle. Looking at the scattered skeleton on the ground, a look of fear appeared on his face.
"Hell Meditation"
"That old bastard Hong Tianbao!"
"How dare he disobey our master's orders!"
Wang Tianlong wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, still feeling lingering fear. His master had clearly issued a prohibition: unless provoked, elders were not allowed to attack juniors—this was the only way to barely ensure the fairness of the competition.
"It's over"
Wang Tianlong stood in the rain, blood flowing continuously down his face.
He turned around wearily, then suddenly froze and turned back sharply.
On the ground.
Scattered bone fragments gradually came together, and even the evaporated skeletons reappeared at this moment.
Thirty-eight Ghastly Skeleton stood once again in the rain.
"Damn it!"
Wang Tianlong muttered a curse in a daze.
He was overwhelmed by the surging Qi and Blood.
He was torn to pieces.
A moment later.
Amidst the blood, flesh, and mud, a Ghastly Skeleton rises anew.
Thirty-nine Ghastly Skeleton silently disappeared into the rain.
Banquet hall.
Zhang Fusheng covered his mouth and coughed lightly twice.
As long as the Ghastly Skeleton are not shattered and the remnant soul is not destroyed, they will not truly perish, but they are not capable of unlimited 'resurrection' either.
It requires consuming life force.
Wang Tianlong is indeed amazing!
His face was slightly pale as he stared at his master and senior uncle, who were confronting each other in the hall.
The auspicious time for the apprenticeship ceremony is almost over.
Shen Baobao glanced at the boy beside her, hesitated for a moment, and was about to take a step forward when...
The heavy, cold atmosphere in the banquet hall suddenly dissipated.
One by one, the guests looked out of the banquet hall, where an elderly man and a little boy with three eyes on his forehead were walking in side by side.
"Old Hu!"
"Councilor Zhou!"
Voices rose and fell in the banquet hall. Chen Qiusheng dispelled his chilling murderous intent and stepped aside, a look of surprise and uncertainty on his face.
Hong Tianbao also had connections with these two people?
He was somewhat bewildered. Hadn't he just sent Lu Zheng to the Waiting Area over two weeks ago to reach a cooperation agreement with Hu Zhongli?
He paid with a Qi and Blood Elixir!
Hu Zhongli clearly stated that he would stand by my side and support me in becoming Golden Councilor in Chongyang City.
As Chen Qiusheng looked on in surprise, Hong Tianbao also stepped forward, his face full of astonishment.
"Greetings to Old Hu, greetings to Councilor Zhou."
Hu Zhongli nodded slightly, looked the fat old man up and down, and then suddenly smiled:
"I've long heard of Hong Tianbao's name; he was a peerless genius back in the day, what a pity..."
He spoke again with some regret:
"Unfortunately, he ultimately failed to make that final leap."
The fat old man gave a bitter smile.
In the corner, Zhang Fusheng was somewhat bewildered. A peerless prodigy? The ultimate leap?
What and what the hell?
At his peak, wasn't Master just a Grandmaster?
He had this question in his mind long before his master was able to invite grandmasters and Great Grandmaster from various cities.
He even has a good relationship with Shen Baobao and Kong Dongyan's master. Shen Baobao's master is probably a Xiantian level expert, right?
As his thoughts raced, Shen Baobao, standing beside him, seemed to notice his confusion:
Don't you know?
Zhang Fusheng turned around:
"I hope Senior Sister Shen can enlighten me."
Shen Baobao nodded slightly:
"I heard it from my teacher. Decades ago, Old Master Hong also dominated his contemporaries, and even the older generation, in the Golden Province."
She sighed:
"However, after breaking through to the Grandmaster realm, Old Master Hong chose an extremely difficult path—attempting to accumulate Thousand Year Spirit Refining with a spiritual realm at the Minor Perfection level."
"In this way, it may be possible to complete the ultimate leap without the help of Different Dimension deities, directly crossing from the illusory divine realm of [Minor Perfection] to the [Limit-Breaking] level, and achieving the millennium position."
Zhang Fusheng was stunned. What the hell?
From Minor Perfection, directly Limit-Breaking and skipping the Perfection level?
He seemed to be deep in thought:
"So, we can avoid relying on the help of the gods? Why is that?"
Shen Baobao shrugged:
"Without spiritual Perfection and without a true divine realm, there will naturally be no significant interaction with Different Dimension."
"Naturally, one can break through to a higher realm through one's own strength."
In the realm of spiritual attainment, there are stages: entry level, Minor Accomplishment, Great Accomplishment, Minor Perfection, which leads to an illusory divine realm, Perfection, which leads to the True Spiritual Realm.
Limit-Breaking represents the spiritual level of the innate realm.
She sighed:
"In fact, this is the true traditional path of cultivation. The so-called Perfection state belongs to the innate realm."
Zhang Fusheng seemed to understand, but not quite:
"So, there wasn't actually Great Grandmaster level originally? Grandmasters could directly begin their journey to the Innate Great Realm?"
"That's right."
Shen Baobao gave Zhang Fusheng an approving look:
"However, this traditional path, which does not seek divine intervention, is also disliked by the gods."
She looked at the fat old man and gently shook her head:
"Those who walk this path will naturally be targeted by the gods."
Zhang Fusheng fell silent, vaguely imagining the battle decades ago, in which his master ultimately failed and remained at the Grandmaster level.
Then he was struck by Flesh and Blood Plague, and never recovered.
He sighed softly, feeling a pang of regret that he had received the news too late, by which time he had already achieved Spiritual Perfection and reached the True Spiritual Realm.
Otherwise
Zhang Fusheng shook his head.
At this time.
Hu Zhongli smiled and said:
"I heard that you've invited many old friends to a grand banquet to accept new disciples. Since you're in Chongyang City today, I naturally had to come and see."
Chen Qiusheng looked rather grim. With Hu Zhongli present, he couldn't afford to cause any more trouble.
Speaking of which, why hasn't Wang Tianlong arrived yet?
Hu Zhongli looked around, then suddenly asked curiously:
"And who is the main character of today's banquet?"
Hong Tianbao bowed and quickly waved towards the corner, where all eyes turned to a handsome young man.
The boy was dressed in a long black robe and practice shoes. He was striking each character with perfect precision, exuding the air of a master or grandmaster.
Hu Zhongli stared at the boy with great interest:
"And who is this young gentleman?"
Zhang Fusheng stepped forward and bowed respectfully to Hu Zhongli.
"Zhang Fusheng greets Old Hu."
"Truly exceptionally brave and skilled!" Hu Zhongli praised, "No wonder Hong Tianbao took in such a commotion as his disciple."
He looked Zhang Fusheng up and down for a moment, then nodded in satisfaction.
"Young man, you are quite pleasing to my eye. If you don't mind, you are welcome to come and chat with me when you have time."
Many guests in the banquet hall exchanged surprised glances; this young man was indeed lucky!
Anyone with a discerning eye knows that although the Waiting Area Golden Councilor has changed seats, this Old Hu could probably return to Golden Councilor at any time.
A Golden Councilor, although mostly Great Grandmaster, in terms of status...
It's even slightly higher than the ordinary Innate Great Realm!
"The auspicious time is almost here," someone reminded them.
Hong Tianbao led Old Hu and Councilor Zhou to their seats, while he himself sat in a grand chair, the sound of gongs and drums drowning out the continuous rain outside the banquet hall.
"First, offer tea!" Second Uncle appeared out of nowhere, gave Chen Qiusheng a meaningful look, and loudly proclaimed.
"Second serving of tea!"
Zhang Fusheng served tea for the second time.
"Offer tea three times, then present the visiting card!"
Hong Tianbao drank tea for the third time, holding the tea in his hands, and took the apprenticeship certificate handed to him by Zhang Fusheng, and said loudly:
"I, Hong Tianbao, hereby accept Zhang Fusheng as my last disciple."
May Heaven and Earth bear witness!
The ceremony concluded with the sound of the voices.
The rain outside the banquet hall had lessened a bit.
Chen Qiusheng looked outside, but his disciple still hadn't appeared.
His face was ashen.