Under One Person: The Puppet Immortal in the Tang Sect

He grasped a tentacle with both hands and was about to approach it.

But then he saw Liang Ting's sinister and vicious eyes staring intently at him.

Right in front of him was a long-awaited, supple, dark bone, its tip like a drill, standing right before Si Chong's eyes.

"Uncle-Master!"

Upon seeing this, Shuiyun snatched the longsword from the disciple beside her, abandoned the gate that was being used as a shield, and threw it with all her might.

At the same time, several tentacles pierced through Shuiyun's eye and left shoulder, causing him to kneel on the ground.

The gate behind them was taken over by Lu Wang and Lu Jin, who protected the other disciples behind them.

The black tendon and soft bone that was piercing towards Si Chong were also knocked off course by Shui Yun's sword.

Si Chong, with the black tendon and soft bone piercing his ear directly against Liang Ting's forehead, slammed his head into Liang Ting's forehead, causing him to stagger.

Even so, at the last moment, Liang Ting still kicked Si Chong, sending him flying backward and spitting out a mouthful of blood.

But in the end, Si Chong interrupted Liang Ting's state of being like a demon god descending to earth.

Even in this state, Liang Ting still inflicted heavy losses on the Sanyi Sect.

Not only that, but many of the other members of the Quanxing sect were also mistakenly killed by him in this move.

The rest of them carefully kept their distance from Liang Ting, fearing that this great killing god might kill them if they weren't careful, and then they would have nowhere to cry.

For a time, three distinct areas were formed in front of the Sanyi Gate.

The hesitant Quanxing members, Liang Ting standing in front of the gate swaying his head, and the terrified Sanyimen members inside the gate.

Liang Ting shook his head; the spot on his forehead where he had been hit by a hammer was slightly dented, but the flesh was visibly repairing itself.

He grinned, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, it was hard to tell whether it was from Si Chong or his own.

Inside the gate, Si Chong was helped to his feet by two disciples.

His white clothes were now stained dark red with his own blood, and Liang Ting's kick had broken several of his ribs.

If it weren't for the life force of the peak of the second level of Reverse Life protecting his internal organs, he probably wouldn't be able to stand up right now.

"Uncle-Master!"

Lu Wang hurried forward and stuffed a pill into Si Chong's mouth.

Si Chong swallowed the pill, barely managing to regulate his breathing, his gaze fixed on Liang Ting outside the door.

Lu Jin, Lu Wang, and other elite disciples stood guard by the door, keeping a close eye on Liang Ting, but their attention was more focused on the hesitant Quanxing members.

There were still more than ten members of the Quanxing sect. Although they were frightened by Liang Ting's indiscriminate attack, they would still rush forward if someone took the lead.

A brief stalemate.

Liang Ting raised his hand to wipe the blood from his face and looked into the gate.

His gaze swept over Si Chong, then over Lu Jin, and finally landed on the ordinary disciples who were holding bows and crossbows and whose faces were pale.

"As expected, you guys from the Trinity Sect are really something!"

He said in a hoarse voice.

As soon as he finished speaking, he moved.

This time, instead of rushing towards the gate, he turned and pounced on the hesitant Quanxing.

The Quanxing members were terrified and retreated hastily.

But Liang Ting was too fast.

With a flick of his wrist, Mo Jin and Wang Bone swept out like a whip, instantly entangling three Quanxing members who were slightly slower to retreat.

He pulled hard, and the three of them screamed as they were dragged in front of him, only to be pierced by bone spikes that shot out from his other arm.

Chapter 221 Each Has Their Own Fate (4K)

"Run! The white owl has gone mad!"

Someone screamed and fled quickly.

The morale of the Quanxing faction completely collapsed, and everyone scattered and fled.

Liang Ting was like a tiger among sheep, leaving a trail of blood and gore wherever he went.

He deliberately targeted areas with large crowds, using bone spurs, rope whips, fists, and palms in turn, each strike guaranteed to kill.

In just ten breaths, another seven or eight people fell.

The disciples of the Sanyi Sect watched in terror.

That white owl is truly a madman; he's even killing his own people so ruthlessly.

Soon, all the Quanxing members in front of the sect were completely driven back by Bai Xiao Liang Ting's charge.

After doing all this, Liang Ting twisted his neck, making a crunching sound as if his teeth were aching.

The wound on his forehead, caused by the impact, has completely healed and is no longer visible.

After all, for Liang Ting's mechanical body, which he had modified, this minor injury was nothing more than a bit of hardship.

He raised his hand to wipe away the warm blood splattered on his face and grinned.

"Alright, all the junk that were bothering us have been cleaned up."

He spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva.

"Then let's continue?"

Before he finished speaking, his obese body sprang up again, and dark tendons and supple bones shot out from his arms.

More than ten bone whips, as thick as a child's arm, swept across the gate of the Trinity Gate like giant pythons.

Most of the Sanyi Sect disciples were still in a state of panic.

So only Lu Wang and Lu Jin were in front, holding the temporarily dismantled door and holding it up tightly.

Strangely, Liang Ting's powerful, ruthless strikes, which were as sharp as cutting grass, were mostly loud but ineffective when they hit the gate.

The ink-black veins and supple bones struck the door panel, producing a series of thuds.

But no matter what they did, they couldn't break through the door panel; the impact was barely noticeable.

Lu Wang, who was supporting the door panel, had not yet noticed anything, but Lu Jin was the first to react.

Not only that, but Liang Ting's massive area-of-effect attack just now...

The entire gate area was completely undamaged, as if the courtyard wall had completely shut out the noise from outside.

Outside, there is bloodshed and chaos; inside, there is peace and harmony.

Could it be that the ancestral master has truly manifested his power?

Lu Jin couldn't help but ponder this for a while.

Liang Ting outside didn't care about all that. He had finally found such a group of suitable punching bags, and he couldn't let them disturb him.

We absolutely have to enjoy this!

The bone whip lashed incessantly in front of the sect, and the seemingly fragile door panel held up by Lu Wang and Lu Jin exploded with ear-piercing sounds.

No matter how fierce and ruthless Liang Ting's moves were, the seemingly joking door panel was easily caught.

Liang Ting is a madman, but not a fool.

His series of thrusting attacks just now would be something even some of the most seasoned veterans in the martial arts world might not be able to withstand.

There's definitely something fishy about this door panel!

While repeatedly smashing, chopping, and thrusting with his ink-like sinews and supple bones, Liang Ting observed the door panel.

It would have been better if he hadn't looked at it; the moment he did, this master of mechanisms immediately discovered the problem.

Not just the door panels!

The door frame, the lintel, and even the entire outer wall seem to have major problems!

Liang Ting couldn't help but feel a predatory urge. He stopped attacking and, with an agility that didn't suit his size, leaped backward and landed on an open ground.

At this moment, Si Chong struggled to get up. At least three of his sternums were broken, and his internal organs were damaged. His Reverse Regeneration Triple Repair ability was operating at full capacity, but at a much slower pace than usual.

That headbutt just now almost exhausted his remaining energy.

He glanced at his disciples.

More than 30 people, all of them injured.

How long can they hold out against a madman like Liang Ting?

Ten breaths?

Twenty breaths?

Can't wait any longer.

Si Chong took a deep breath, forcefully suppressing his surging blood and qi, and stepped forward.

Each step he took felt as heavy as lead, and the stone bricks beneath his feet crumbled.

As he walked behind Lu Jin and the other person at the door, the platinum light around him shone again, and his seemingly impending state became increasingly stable.

But the whole person was rapidly turning white; the nails, hair, skin... even the pupils were starting to turn white.

Moreover, it seems that Chong's physical condition is also improving.

His previously hunched body gradually straightened, and his aged face regained its youthful appearance under the extreme effects of the Reverse Regeneration Triple Cycle.

"Uncle-Master!"

Lu Jin then snapped out of her thoughts and exclaimed in surprise.

"Step back."

At this moment, Si Chong's voice had become full of vigor, giving people a very dignified feeling.

"Take them back to the main hall."

"But--"