Celestial Master： I Have an Otherworld

His physical body is extremely resilient, comparable to a Flawless Martial Artist, pouring in True Qi turns him into a killing machine, a guardianship method of the Profound Celestial Dao.

Many Masters have guards beside them who cultivate this method.

This shows its power.

"Bang!"

Uncle Zheng’s body trembled, a look of astonishment spreading across his face as he lowered his head to look at his own waist.

A fist-sized hole had unknowingly appeared on his body, through which the writhing organs inside were visible.

Pain,

came to his heart that moment later.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Fang Zheng had a Ninth Pistol in his hand, the barrel spewing tongues of fire, large bullets spinning rapidly as they shot out, tearing through the flesh and blood ahead.

The Ninth Pistol,

was a high-power lethal weapon he prepared specifically for Flawless Martial Artists.

Three shots!

Directly blasted Uncle Zheng’s physical body into two pieces.

Then he discarded the gun and wielded the saber.

"Clang!"

The saber light surged sharply.

Heart Intent—Hundred Rivers Converging!

Heart Intent Fist never confines itself to fist and palm skills, Saber Technique is also possible, seeing layers of saber light emerging, instantly engulfing Yang Huai and another.

Without the flesh tank at the forefront, the remaining two’s faces changed drastically.

"Hmm?"

Qian Fusong halted his steps, his gaze flickering with uncertainty, faintly showing a hint of surprise, then turned and rushed towards Fang Zheng.

This opponent was unexpected.

He wanted to leave,

but someone unwillingly allowed it.

Xiang Xiu clenched his steel teeth, rushed forward with three steps made into two, the Qianyuan Palm Qiankun Toss struck out, Palm Force condensed, directly hitting Qian Fusong’s back.

"Leave it to me!"

......

"Puff!"

"Ah!"

The saber light recoiled, the scream also came to an abrupt halt.

Fang Zheng stood with saber in hand, his gaze cold as he looked towards Qian Fusong.

He had resolved this opponent, while Xiang Xiu who fought for time for him likewise lay in a pool of blood, motionless, life or death unknown.

"Interesting!"

"Truly interesting!"

Qian Fusong glanced around the scene, his expression strange, muttering out loud:

"Since birth, I’ve yearned for the saber-light and sword-shadow life of Jianghu, but my family’s protection kept me from ever witnessing it."

"Even encountering some experts, it was always just a formality, a mere process."

"Actually..."

"Far too dull!"

He extended his tongue, licking his dry lips, his expression gradually excited, sinister, his body even slightly trembling uncontrollably.

"This is the feeling!"

"What I want... is this feeling!"

Qian Fusong fixed his gaze on Fang Zheng, a sinister smile on his face:

"This feeling that could kill me, only this is the real Jianghu, this is the Jianghu life I’ve always desired!"

"Haha..."

He looked skyward and laughed long and loud, his demeanor crazed, suddenly drawing his sword and lunging.

Wind-Resisting Sword!

This is the inherited Swordsmanship of the Qian Family, similarly a top-tier Dharma Gate of Dual Cultivation of Magic and Martial Arts, pointing the Sword Technique, sudden fierce gusts followed.

Qian Fusong lightly shook his sword, and there emerged over ten extremely fierce and barely visible Wind Blades, slicing towards Fang Zheng.

"Interesting?"

Fang Zheng snorted coldly at this, lightly twisting the long saber, sweeping True Qi unmatched across all directions, instantly shredding the incoming Wind Blades to pieces.

Saying:

"In the past, Mr. Ye liked dragons, the Divine Dragon descended, loving the fake to the fullest, what more for the truth?"

"Humph!"

Qian Fusong hadn’t heard of the story of Mr. Ye liking dragons, but he gleaned the disdain in his opponent’s words, his gaze quickly shook, and the Sword Momentum flourished thereafter.

The Qian Family holds a significant position in the Profound Celestial Dao, having the opportunity to access many top-tier Dharma Gates, such as the Immortal Wind Cloud Body Technique...

Yet,

they still consider the Wind-Resisting Sword as the inherited Swordsmanship, showing its power.

At this moment, Qian Fusong exerted his full force, simultaneously releasing dozens of Sword Qi, over a hundred Wind Blades, with piercing whistles echoing unstoppably.

The area a few yards ahead was swept by Sword Qi and Wind Blades, in an instant trees snapped, rocks shattered, a scene of devastation.

Observing this scene, Chen Jiuniang’s breathing faltered, her eyes wide in shock, truly a great joke to be reputed alongside him.

"Buzz..."

Fang Zheng’s long saber lightly trembled in hand, silently channeling One-Character Heart-Clearing Slash, the turbulent thoughts instantly vanished, leaving only the sense of emptiness remaining.

So much so.

Even everything in perception seemed to slow down.

"Swoosh!"

Heart Intent—Hundred Rivers Converging!

The saber light bloomed, not as expansive as his opponent’s, yet consistent as one, countless saber shadows converging ahead, breaking open a path.

"Clang clang..."

The sound of collisions rang ceaselessly.

Fast!

Extreme speed!

Both fought fast against fast, even Chen Jiuniang with a Great Cycle Cultivation Base found it difficult to track the figures.

"Ding..."

A melodious collision sounded again, Fang Zheng’s long saber snapped with a ’crack’, his expression slightly altered, retreated a step, releasing the Five Ghosts.

"Whistle!"

The Five Ghosts shrieked loudly, folding in mid-air and headed for the intruder.

In the next instant.

Several strands of golden thread appeared out of nowhere, tangling around the Five Ghosts completely, the golden threads pulling inward, even binding and grounding the illusory Ghost Body.

Binding Gold Rope!

"Ghost?" Qian Fusong showed disdain:

"Doesn’t seem like you know that the Profound Celestial Dao is the number one Daoist Sect nowadays, using such things against a member of the Profound Celestial Dao is simply self-humiliation."

"You take a move from me as well!"

With a finger technique, a red gleam flew from his waist, darting over with successive points, surprisingly a palm-sized Magic Sword.

The Magic Sword came fiercely, crucially it required no hand to wield, could freely change positions and launch attacks from various bizarre angles.

Furthermore,

Qian Fusong had evidently cultivated a Sword Control Technique, his Magic Sword incredibly agile.

"Swoosh!"

Something flew from Fang Zheng’s waist, clashing with the Magic Sword.

Desolate Pole!

"Hmm?"

Qian Fusong uttered a muffled groan, couldn’t help but show surprise:

"What Magical Artifact?"

The opponent’s control of the Magical Artifact’s method was extremely poor, even without any technique to speak of, yet the grade of that Magical Artifact was high enough.