Killing Never Took a Second Move
Because those who set up the formation were injured one after another.
The unique mist that shrouded the mountain valley was quickly dissipating, and the sunlight from high above shone unhindered onto this flat land.
The very first moment Chu Tianshu emerged----
The Shaolin and Beggars' Sect' Sect members who were pushing the Buddha statue, upon seeing his figure, all felt as if their fingers had been pricked by a burning needle, and scattered away from the Buddha statue as quickly as possible.
In the blink of an eye, they were scattered in many different places, like stars in the sky.
Previously, when faced with the Blazing Fire Pearl Flag, the inverted eight gates, and the confusing formation, they found it most convenient to act by relying on the Buddha statue.
Use composure to control confusion.
However, if you're facing a top expert like Chu Tianshu and you still don't know how to adapt, rigidly gathering around the Buddha statue, then you're practically courting death.
Even if Chu Tianshu didn't have time to specifically target them, just the fact that the three top experts were fighting, moving back and forth, changing positions and tactics, meant that they could easily brush against each other.
It can also destroy a Buddha statue along with the people nearby.
After all, these are experts from large gangs, and they all understand when they can play a significant role.
And at what point, all they could think about was trying their best to save their lives.
But they didn't flee. Unless the Monk Busha and the Yang Muren clearly showed signs of defeat, they wouldn't dare to escape.
After the hundreds of skilled fighters dispersed, they all held their breath, their bodies tense, becoming more like statues than Buddhas, staring intently at the situation, waiting for the moment when they needed to make a judgment.
There was Shaolin monk, his yellow robes taut over his shoulders and back, his bald head covered in a layer of oil, yet not a single drop of sweat dared to condense.
The Beggars' Sect, who looked like a wealthy man, had two large, fat hands hanging down, clenched tightly, his fists as solid as cast iron, unmoving as a rock, yet his clothes billowed and swayed slightly due to his internal energy.
As experts from major sects, they naturally held high positions and acted with great power and influence in their localities, surrounded by followers. It had been a long time since they had experienced this feeling of being treated like lackeys.
This made them feel extremely frustrated and nervous.
Breathing can be held back through internal cultivation, but the heartbeat is not so easy to suppress.
Thump! Thump!!
The hearing of every member of the Shaolin and Beggars' Sect is sharp enough to hear another person's heartbeat, like a jumble of drumbeats.
And one's own heartbeat is always the one that knows best.
Only the Monk Busha who floated three inches in the air, his gaze fixed and motionless, and the Beggars' Sect leader who had just stood firm, his beard and hair flying, showed no signs of a chaotic heartbeat.
But what about Chu Tianshu?
The Beggars' Sect, who looked like a wealthy man, suddenly had a strange feeling.
He felt a distinct heartbeat emanating from Chu Tianshu, which perfectly matched his own.
But then again, it seemed that Chu Tianshu's heartbeat was in sync with other people's.
Can one person's heartbeat simultaneously correspond to hundreds of different heartbeats?
Of course, sound can vary greatly in its final result depending on the medium through which it is transmitted.
Chu Tianshu's heartbeat did not emanate from his body into the air, but was instead contained and emitted from his feet along the ground.
The moment he stepped outside, his body seemed to stop abruptly, but in reality, the blood and qi in his feet were constantly changing. The particles of blood and qi were like countless messy little red dots jumping around on the soles of his feet.
When the heartbeat travels out from here, it naturally produces wonderful changes in pitch, with the sound waves fluctuating greatly in range.
Each skilled member of both gangs would first receive the sound that most closely matched their own body frequency, and would mistakenly believe that the other person's heartbeat was in sync with their own.
Thump thump thump thump!!
The wealthy Beggars' Sect naturally didn't understand much of the mystery, but he did feel that his heart rate was a bit higher than expected.
Only then did he suddenly realize what was happening.
In fact, from the moment Chu Tianshu appeared outside the door until now, less than ten heartbeats have passed for an average person.
Among top masters, if a surprise attack fails, they must carefully observe their opponent, and such a brief standoff is perfectly normal.
The strange heartbeat, and the deliberate avoidance of Busha the Yang Muren, to prevent them from discovering it.
Even so, these two were indeed quite perceptive.
At the tenth heartbeat, they both noticed something was wrong.
"Ha!"
At that very moment, Chu Tianshu smiled and took a step forward.
His left foot pressed down heavily, creating a shallow, rounded crater in the ground, as if asking the earth to gather strength for him, waiting for the next moment of explosive power.
Just as the sound of his foot landing rang out.
The two major sects and their hundreds of skilled fighters all felt a sudden, intense surge in their hearts.
Everyone simultaneously unleashed their inner strength, adopting the most familiar and ingrained energy cultivation postures to suppress the abnormal movements within their bodies.
The Shaolin monks all struck poses like Arhats subduing tigers, patriarchs meditating, and bodhisattvas with hands clasped, their bodies radiating aura.
The poses of the Beggars' Sect ' Sect masters were sometimes like holding a copper hammer, sometimes like holding a lotus flower, and sometimes like stabbing the ground with a stick.
All these changes in posture occurred at the same time.
Hundreds of highly skilled martial artists simultaneously made such a commotion.
In today's world, probably no one can remain completely worry-free and focused in such an environment.
"What is it?!"
The Yang Muren's eyes couldn't help but dart around.
The old beggar's internal energy cultivation technique was the Six Harmonies Heart Method.
Chu Tianshu had already observed the characteristics of this mental cultivation method from the Diba Deng individual, and had calculated and understood them thoroughly.
Just now, inside the house, without moving a sword or a step, I could use the Sword Qi from my acupoints to shoot through the air, making the old beggar like a target, forcing him to retreat repeatedly.
However, the Yang Muren's cultivation level was much higher than the Diba Deng, and his internal energy had undergone subtle changes as he practiced the Poison Palm technique from the outside in.
Although he was pushed back just now, he was not actually injured, but this made his vigilance and fear rise to the peak.
My impression of Chu Tianshu has reached the point of "overestimating" him.
When hundreds of people moved at the same time, the Yang Muren's first thought was----
What methods did Chu Tianshu use to control and guide these hundreds of people to simultaneously unleash their inner energy and attack the masters of the two factions?!
This outrageous idea came to mind.
The Yang Muren's eyes darted quickly, first to the left and then to the right.
He was distracted; he wanted to ascertain the true situation of those hundreds of people.
In that instant, Chu Tianshu burst through the air and arrived in front of him, thrusting out both palms simultaneously.
Those two palms were originally fair and rosy, healthy, symmetrical, with clear palm lines and distinct knuckles.
But as they broke through layers of air and propelled themselves forward, their palms revealed a vibrant, dazzling, and captivating golden-green color!
Palm lines may appear and disappear on their own.
Chu Tianshu's hands became without palm lines, like flawless mountains, like mountains without gaps.
It briefly filled all the gaps, then charged at the enemy.
The Yang Muren's pupils widened in shock, and his dark blue palms suddenly blocked the two hands.
It's enough to withstand four palms clashing!
The Yang Muren, who hastily struck out with his palm, felt that the opponent's hands were perfect and flawless.
And in comparison, I am like an old, flawed machine, with defects and loopholes in every part of my body.
With perfect strength, Mountain Collapse Divine Palm!
The Yang Muren's hands were the first to crumble, with golden-green cracks appearing at each joint before shattering.
Chu Tianshu's palm slammed straight in, striking the Yang Muren in the chest.
The Beggars' Sect' Sect leader trembled, his joints cracking and stretching, his face contorted in a ferocious grimace, as if he were about to utter a final farewell, but it was too late.
Boom!!!
The Yang Muren's entire body exploded on the spot, turning into ashes that filled the sky.
The hundreds of skilled fighters on the periphery Shangdu wore blank expressions.
The abnormalities within their bodies have been suppressed.
Even now, Chu Tianshu couldn't possibly control hundreds of martial artists with superb internal strength to make them attack against their will within a mere ten heartbeats.
The Yang Muren's mistake was that he underestimated him too much at first, and then overestimated him too much later.
The old beggar's methods were no less than those of the Meteor Gods and Devils, but it was precisely this difference in temperament that made him so remarkable.
One move!
This one move alone would kill him instantly!