Starting with the titmouse, seventy-two transformations

Chapter 299 I'm here, everything will be alright!

"boom!"

It was like a thunderclap right next to his ear, leaving Han Santong's mind blank.

He froze on the spot, his pupils reflecting a rapidly enlarging fist...

His fist was as white as jade, his five fingers loosely clenched, piercing through the air and bursting out in a circle of fire.

Milky white air currents shot out from between the fingers, darting around like tiny fish, forming visible ripples.

"Hey!"

A wisp of air swept across his cheek, effortlessly tearing through his skin, muscles, and leaving a finger-width gash in his bone.

The residual force spread out, like a giant hammer, slamming into his face.

Cool! Painful! Spicy! Numb!
"what……"

Han Santong screamed and flew backward, his hair disheveled and his face covered in blood.

But at that moment, no one in the arena paid attention to him; they all looked at the stunning punch that seemed to pierce through time.

This punch, though seemingly slow, was also incredibly fast.

Everyone could clearly see the trajectory of the fist, yet it was five or six zhang away one moment, and the next moment it was right in front of the green-robed old man.

There were no techniques, no fancy moves, and not even a trace of force was visible.

Yet it gives one the feeling of directly confronting the impact of mountains!
It's like a towering mountain, hundreds of feet high, crashing head-on into you.

The air was sucked away in an instant, the blood froze in an instant, the muscles and bones went numb, and the legs and feet became weak and powerless.

We could only watch helplessly—

"boom!"

A burst of intense light exploded in the air, dimming the surrounding torches.

The old man in the green robe had his beard and hair curled up, and his robes fluttered, revealing his gaunt figure beneath, yet he did not retreat an inch.

His face was solemn, his eyes were cold, and he suddenly took a step forward, his arms moving like snakes as he raised his hand to grab the incoming fist.

His hands were withered and thin, wide and thin, like sharp blades.

The shadowy images of bluish-black snake scales appeared on the palms and backs of the hands, while the fingertips were indigo, swirling with poisonous mist, stretching and contracting like a snake flicking its tongue.

Secret Technique: The Myriad Poisonous Serpent Hand!

"boom!"

Fists and palms collided, the air exploded, the air surged, dust was stirred up, and the torches were extinguished.

The area within a radius of more than ten feet suddenly darkened.

The old man in the green robe suddenly stopped, his five fingers transforming into five phantom images of poisonous snakes that coiled around Liu Sheng's wrist. His fingertips clenched down, as he was about to prick the skin and inject the poison, just as he always did.

But it felt as if my fingertips were touching divine metal. Not only could I not break through the defense, but because I used too much force, three or four of them shattered on the spot.

The pain in my fingers is excruciating.

The old man in green was horrified. He tried to change his move, but it was too late.

A terrifying force, like a flash flood, broke free from the fingers binding his wrists and surged straight in, slamming into the green-robed old man's wide-open chest!
Talent, indestructible!
Talent, the power to uproot mountains!
All of them possess level 5 talent, comparable to great demons and Yellow Court cultivators!
"boom!"

Suddenly, the rock beneath the old man in the green robe exploded, sending rocks flying and dust billowing up, obscuring his vision.

"That cunning old Deng, he shifted the force to his feet, trying to break the rock face and make us fall off the cliff, causing an accident..."

Liu Sheng sneered, took out the Mountain-Driving Whip, stuck it under his feet, poured in his true energy, and silently chanted an incantation.

In an instant, the whip's body appeared as a phantom of mountains, and the rich essence of the Gen soil rapidly gathered from all directions.

The originally broken and fragmented rock surface was restored to its original state in the blink of an eye, and it solidified with the entire mountain, becoming much stronger and more solid than before.

Once the dust settled and torches were lit again around the area, Liu Sheng had already put away his mountain-driving whip.

He stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the green-robed old man, who was more than ten feet away and filled with doubt and surprise, with a half-smile, and sneered:

"Now, we're acquainted, right?"

The old man in the green robe hid his right hand in his sleeve, covering his three broken fingers, while his left hand pressed against his chest and his cheeks twitched.

In their previous exchange, which lasted only a flash, he, a dignified Yellow Court cultivator, suffered a silent loss. If he hadn't mastered the "Mysterious Serpent Spirit Armor Body," where his true energy condenses into "qi scales" under his skin to deflect all kinds of force, that punch would have been enough to severely injure him.

"This child's true energy is scattered and not gathered, which is a sign that his meridians have not been opened. He cannot be at the Yellow Court Realm. However, his strength is no less than that of a great demon. Could he be born with divine strength?"

The old man in green robes was secretly alarmed. He glanced at the feet of Liu Sheng and the others, and his eyes widened in surprise again.
“When I released my force earlier, Ming took the opportunity to break the rock base of this protruding rock. That half of the rock should have fallen, so why…”

"Old Qiao, could this young man be someone of great importance?"

The young man in blue stepped aside, frowned, and whispered:

"Otherwise, with your dignified cultivation level of Lesser Completion of the Yellow Court Realm, why didn't you take the opportunity to capture him?"

Do you think I don't want to?

The old man in the green robe's lips twitched, he cursed inwardly, but his face remained calm and composed.

“Young Master Ling, do not forget our mission! This man is the sworn brother of the Green Serpent Saintess. We must not offend him too much, lest we damage our relationship and cause your mission to fail.”

"...That's true."

Young Master Ling twirled the jade fan in his hand, sighed, and said with a hint of reluctance:
"We put on such a grand show tonight... but in the end, it's all for his fame!"

"Compared to your great cause, young master, what is this little bit of fame?"

The old man in green robes was equally unwilling, but at this moment he couldn't gauge Liu Sheng's strength and couldn't act rashly.

"There's plenty of time in the future, we should plan this carefully. Wouldn't it be even more meaningful if you could win him over and have him fight for you?"

"That's right..."

The young man in blue was clearly interested. He opened his jade fan with a "whoosh" and tried to get closer to him.

But remembering Liu Sheng's tendency to start fights at the slightest disagreement, and fearing he would lose face, he gave the old man in green a wink and turned to leave.

"It really is true that you become friends after a fight. Brother Liu, you have excellent skills. I am Qiao She. I have offended you before."

The old man in the green robe laughed heartily, stepped forward to apologize, and before Liu Sheng could reply, turned to Old He:

"Old He, you are an elder in the village and the grandfather of the Holy Maiden. I'm entrusting the matter of receiving Brother Liu to you."

Tomorrow, we will hold a banquet in the village, and then serve tea and wine to apologize to Brother Liu.

After saying this, he cupped his hands in a respectful gesture to He Yue'e, then led his entourage away.

Seeing the young man in blue and the old man in green leave with their men, Han Santong and Sun Kening, the two incense masters, could no longer stay.

Han Santong, in particular, had his left cheek mangled and bleeding profusely. Anxious to get back for medication, he stepped forward and offered a forced smile.
"I have offended you greatly today. I hope that the Holy Maiden and Brother Liu will forgive me for the sake of Maitreya Bodhisattva."

Liu Sheng remained silent, watching their dejected figures as they slunk away, his eyes flickering.

After the two groups of people left, a large area of ​​the venue was immediately emptied.

There were less than thirty or forty people left following behind Lao He and Zhao Lei.

Compared to the old man in green robes and the two incense masters' subordinates—

In terms of numbers, cultivation level, momentum, fighting spirit, equipment, and so on, they are far inferior.

No wonder they're in such a difficult situation.

Only about ten of them had a fierce streak, especially the three leaders, who were tall, strong, and powerful, with a strong aura of metal within them...

"Holy Maiden, Elder He, Brother Lei, we're leaving now."

At this moment, the leader of the three burly men stepped forward to say goodbye, nodded to Liu Sheng, and led more than a dozen of his men away.

So, only about twenty people remained behind He Yue'e and the other two.

Dressed in hempen clothes and straw sandals, of varying heights and with cultivation levels no higher than the Bone and Tendon Realm, they all stared wide-eyed, secretly sizing up Liu Sheng and his companions, their gazes simple and honest.

To put it bluntly, these are a group of farmers forced to go up the mountain, and their skills have been put into farming.

Zhuangzhuang's momentum is decent, but if a real fight breaks out...

Not to mention the elite troops under the old man in green robes, the thugs under the two incense masters, even the dozen or so who left last couldn't defeat them.

“Your situation is precarious, but…”

Liu Sheng looked at the three men, Lao He and his companions, who seemed a little awkward, and smiled brightly:
"I'm here, everything will be alright!"

(End of this chapter)