Zhu Xian: Get ten times the talent, the sword opens the gate of heaven

"Nothing is impossible."

Zhang Xiaofan replied, and suddenly, his open right palm clenched, and the huge hand grasped Dao Xuan Zhenren's fist.

Then, he clenched his left fist, placed it in front of Dao Xuan Zhenren, and said:

Have you ever seen a fist the size of a sandbag?

"No," Dao Xuan Zhenren replied instinctively, but quickly his face showed fear as he said:

"You...what are you going to do?"

"Hehehe... What are you doing..." Zhang Xiaofan chuckled and punched Dao Xuan Zhenren in the stomach with his left fist.

"boom!"

With a single punch, Dao Xuan Zhenren's body immediately bent over, and a mouthful of hot blood spurted from his mouth.

pain!
pain!
pain!
Dao Xuan Zhenren felt as if his abdomen had been struck by a giant hammer as large as a mountain, the pain so intense that he could not straighten up and could only hunch over.

He tried to cover his stomach with his hands, but one hand was drooping while the other was firmly held by Zhang Xiaofan.

Seeing that Dao Xuan Zhenren was in so much pain that he couldn't straighten up, Zhang Xiaofan showed no pity in his eyes, only decisiveness.

Because he would need to remove the malevolent energy from Dao Xuan Zhenren's body later.

However, attempting to expel the malevolent energy from his body would result in Dao Xuan Zhenren's full-force and ferocious resistance. After all, Dao Xuan Zhenren's mind had already been corrupted by the malevolent energy.

Expelling the malevolent energy from his body is equivalent to killing Dao Xuan Zhenren, who is currently possessed by demons.

Therefore, if Dao Xuan Zhenren is not beaten into submission now, trouble will arise when the malevolent energy is expelled, or even all previous efforts will be wasted.

So, Zhang Xiaofan looked down at Dao Xuan Zhenren and asked with a smile:
"Sect Leader, how are you feeling?"

Upon hearing this, Dao Xuan Zhenren looked up at Zhang Xiaofan with difficulty.

At this moment, Zhang Xiaofan, in his true form as a demon god, had an eerie, cold, domineering, and majestic expression. His body was also incredibly huge, and even his smile was sinister.

Looking at Zhang Xiaofan's sinister smile, Dao Xuan Zhenren felt a chill run down his spine.

Hearing Zhang Xiaofan's question, Dao Xuan Zhenren gritted his teeth and said:

"How about it?"

"Hehe... Good, good, very good, I feel great now."

"Excellent?" Zhang Xiaofan raised an eyebrow, his face beaming with excitement.

"Sect Master Uncle, since you think it's excellent, then I won't stand on ceremony."

As he spoke, Zhang Xiaofan placed his left hand in front of Dao Xuan Zhenren again, clenched his fist, and his fist cracked loudly.

Dao Xuan looked at Zhang Xiaofan's enormous fist, recalling its terrifying power, and his still-striking abdomen, and immediately said with a look of fear:

"You...what are you going to do?"

"No, no..."

"Hehe..." Zhang Xiaofan chuckled, a smile that sent chills down Dao Xuan Zhenren's spine. He said:

"When a woman says no, she means yes. If you're a man and you say no, you definitely mean yes."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Xiaofan punched Dao Xuan Zhenren in the stomach again.

"boom!"

A powerful punch sent Dao Xuan Zhenren flying backward instantly. However, because Zhang Xiaofan had his fist in his grasp, Dao Xuan Zhenren's body couldn't fly away.

When the force of the punch dissipated, Dao Xuan Zhenren's body swayed back weakly.

He looked pained, his back was hunched, his whole body was trembling violently, and large beads of sweat were streaming down his forehead from the pain.

Even those terrifying scarlet eyes now looked pitiful, and it hissed in pain:

"Ah...it hurts...it hurts...ah..."

Seeing this, Zhang Xiaofan asked again:

"Sect Leader, how are you feeling?"

Dao Xuan Zhenren, recalling his earlier arrogant answer which had resulted in Zhang Xiaofan's punch, decided that it was wise to avoid unnecessary trouble and immediately said:
"It hurts so much, it feels awful." "What?" Dao Xuan Zhenren frowned and said:
"You actually said you didn't feel good? Then it seems you weren't beaten enough."

Dao Xuan Zhenren: "??????"

Dao Xuan Zhenren was completely dumbfounded, his face extremely grim.

I get beaten whether I feel good or bad, so what am I supposed to do?
Why is it so hard to be a person?

Zhang Xiaofan placed his hand in front of Dao Xuan Zhenren again and slowly clenched his fist.

Dao Xuan Zhenren stared at the fist, which was even larger than his head, his scarlet eyes filled with terror. He said with a mixture of pride and fear:
"No, no..."

"Hehehe...hehehe...want...want..." Zhang Xiaofan grinned and laughed a few times, tossed Dao Xuan Zhenren into the air, belly up, released Dao Xuan Zhenren's hand, and punched Dao Xuan Zhenren in the stomach.

"boom!"

With a dull thud, Dao Xuan Zhenren's body instantly bent over, transforming into a cannonball that crashed downwards.

"boom!"

Dao Xuan Zhenren's body crashed into the dilapidated temple, creating a deep crater.

The shockwave from the impact shattered the remaining ruins of the temple, leaving no trace of its original structure.

Centered on the dilapidated temple, the surrounding area within dozens of meters was filled with gravel and dust.

"Cough...cough..."

Inside the dilapidated temple, in the deep pit, came the sound of Dao Xuan Zhenren coughing violently.

Looking around, Wan Jianyi, Tian Buyi, and Lu Xueqi could only see a deep pit amidst the swirling dust and debris.

Dao Xuan Zhenren's body was lying in the deep pit and could not be seen.

Just then, a large hand reached out from the pit and clung to its edge.

Immediately afterwards, Dao Xuan Zhenren's head slowly emerged.

However, as soon as Dao Xuan Zhenren's head appeared, his face was filled with fear.

Before him stood a tall figure in front of the deep pit, its three blood-red eyes looking down at him.

A sinister smile appeared on his lips.

"Oh my god!"

Dao Xuan Zhenren's eyes widened in shock, his body trembled, and he immediately fell backward into the deep pit.

Zhang Xiaofan: "…………"

Zhang Xiaofan was stunned, not expecting that Dao Xuan Zhenren was too frightened to climb out of the pit.

It seems that the murderous aura of the Immortal Execution Sword, while transforming Dao Xuan Zhenren into a bloodthirsty demon, has also robbed him of his inner fearlessness. Faced with a threat to his life, he is now filled with immense fear, dread, and even cowardice, losing all faith…

Zhang Xiaofan shook his head, took a step, and walked towards the edge of the pit.

"Tap...tap..."

Dao Xuan Zhenren, lying in the deep pit, felt as if Zhang Xiaofan's footsteps were a death knell.

With each step Zhang Xiaofan took, his heart tightened. It was as if a steel wire was tightly constricting his heart, pulling with all its might…

Soon, Zhang Xiaofan's feet touched the edge of the deep pit. He squatted down and looked down at Dao Xuan Zhenren lying in the pit, saying:

"My lovely sect leader uncle, give me your hand, let me pamper you properly... Hehehe... Hehehe..."

Dao Xuan Zhenren, seeing the smile on Zhang Xiaofan's face, felt a chill run down his spine. He desperately tried to burrow into the deep pit, his face filled with terror, and said:

"Don't come over..."

"Haha..." Zhang Xiaofan laughed twice and reached out to grab Dao Xuan Zhenren's ankle.

Dao Xuan Zhenren's heart tightened; a very bad premonition surged within him, and he exclaimed in terror:

"What...what are you going to do to me?" (End of Chapter)