Chapter 633 - 79: Dragon Gate Secret Technique
Fang Zheng roared to the heavens, causing the faces of the cultivators who once saw him as prey to change dramatically. Only after a moment did they realize that he was not some mere prey, but more akin to an ancient fierce beast that devours humans.
Have you not seen that even two Masters could not withstand him?
In an instant.
The figures that had charged at him retreated with even greater speed to escape.
A vast, empty area several miles wide appeared with Fang Zheng at its core, with only one person advancing against the trend.
The Iron Flute Immortal!
"Swish!"
"Swish, swish!"
The Iron Flute Immortal transformed into a streak of light crossing the void, a single flicker was tens of feet, his speed extraordinarily fast.
In just the blink of an eye, his aura was already pressing near.
So fast!
Fang Zheng’s face darkened, as strands of electric light emerged from his body, and then his whole person rushed toward the ground below.
Thunder Earth Escape!
With extreme speed, even a soft water surface becomes as hard as refined steel, let alone soil and rocks.
However, the mystery of magic lies precisely here.
As Fang Zheng approached, the soil silently softened, akin to a drop of water merging into a stream, leaving not a ripple.
Hmm?
The Iron Flute Immortal raised an eyebrow, a faint smile appearing on his face.
This situation is quite common; hiding underground can limit his speed and isolate the sound wave killing technique.
However...
"I, Shi, am also proficient in Earth Escape."
Before the words fell, his whole person plummeted toward the ground, silently sinking like smoke into the earth.
Within the soil, a ring of spiritual light emanated from behind his head, with countless subtle ripples expanding in all directions.
Sea of Consciousness,
A three-dimensional image appeared, including a figure escaping deep underground.
Dragon Gate Secret Technique — Supreme Inspiration Skill!
"Fellow Daoist, you killed my beloved disciple and slayed my close friend, now that disaster befalls you, there’s no escape. Looking back, was it worth it?"
The Iron Flute Immortal mumbled, transmitting his voice following divine thought to Fang Zheng while approaching using escape technique.
No escape?
Position locked so effortlessly, escape is utterly futile, Fang Zheng sighed helplessly, yet he felt no great fear.
He looked at the bracelet on his wrist, his heart steadied; he only needed to hold out a few breaths to return to Earth.
Ever since the Township Stele shattered, the void space restriction had been lifted.
Disaster...
This realm’s disaster cannot affect another world.
However, battling a Pinnacle Sage might leave no strength to open the passage back.
To falter before fighting is a great taboo.
"Go!"
The Iron Flute Immortal Shi En knew not his thoughts, his divine thought moved, sending a Black Shuttle piercing through the soil.
The Black Shuttle, palm-sized, sharp at both ends and thick in the middle, resembling a farm spindle, approached with terrifying speed.
Like a flash of lightning, accompanied by a thunderclap, it rushed close.
"Ding..."
The Bone Sword and White Bone Whip appeared in midair, blocking the Black Shuttle, causing the surrounding soil to explode.
Compared to the Black Shuttle, Lady White Bone’s magical treasures were evidently of a lower grade, and both whip and sword were forced back.
However, the Black Shuttle’s momentum was also momentarily halted.
As Fang Zheng was about to summon another item for resistance, the incoming Black Shuttle suddenly split apart, spewing forth hundreds of streams of light.
"Buzz..."
The streams of light swept in with extreme speed, causing the earth to tremble.
Damn!
Fang Zheng’s eyes widened in surprise, as the Bone Relic and Seven Treasures Glaze Tower appeared above his head, casting down two layers of spiritual light.
"Crackling..."
The protective spirit light trembled wildly, the spiritual light of the Bone Relic dimmed, losing spirituality in an instant and falling.
Only the Seven Treasures Glaze Tower barely held on, yet its spiritual light flickered, showing signs of strain.
"Hmm?"
The Iron Flute Immortal raised an eyebrow:
"What a treasure, to be able to block the Ten Thousand Demons Heart Slaughter Shuttle!"
The Black Shuttle contained over a thousand Ten Thousand Demons Heart Slaughter Nails, extremely sinister and bizarre, with the characteristic of corrupt magical treasures.
Ordinary magical treasures struck by it would most likely be pierced through along with their controllers.
For Fang Zheng to block it unscathed showed remarkable means.
No wonder he could kill the Bai Family Brothers!
As thoughts turned, the Iron Flute Immortal continued to act, lightly blowing the Profound Flute in his hand, immediately releasing waves of sound waves from the flute holes.
The sound waves were like swords, piercing through the earth straight toward Fang Zheng.
"Swish!"
Fang Zheng swung his blade swiftly, relying on his superb martial arts, easily shredding the incoming sound waves.
Yet,
The sound waves resembled waves, one after another, emerging endlessly, merging in the blink of an eye into a monstrous wave.
Like a mountain of blades and a sea of swords, it pressed down overwhelmingly.
This scene caused Fang Zheng’s expression to darken.
The cultivation base and divine powers of the Iron Flute Immortal far exceeded rumors, and the sound wave killing technique was unfathomable.
"Zheng..."
The saber sang softly.
Several saber beams appeared out of nowhere, crossing the sky like meteors, their brilliant radiance in that brief moment stirring the soul and spirit.
In an instant.
The vast sound waves silently disintegrated.
"Good!"
"What excellent saber techniques!"
The Iron Flute Immortal’s eyes shone, even his calm mind could not help but ripple, with his settled qi and blood surging.
Even,
The pressure of the fierce sword intent in the field hinted at a breakthrough in his cultivation.
"Again!"
Celestial Dragon’s Roar!
Crane’s Cry in the Marshes!
The Nine Marshes, the abyss marshlands.
The sound was hidden in the nether regions, shapeless and formless, wondrous and unpredictable, once contacted, it trembled the four extremes.
Fang Zheng felt the void before him tremble, an invisible pressure descending, the Celestial Secret Compass spun wildly.
Danger!
"Swish!"
With a body sway, twelve Martial Dao Illusions appeared around him, roaring forward in unison.
Each Martial Dao Illusion wielded a magical treasure, brandishing various spiritual lights, clashing with the oncoming sound waves.
"Boom!"
"Rumble..."
The earth shook violently, the soil pulverized to dust, where the two stood was no longer underground, but resembled the void.
No matter what met the clash of spiritual lights, nothing could approach.
The soil,
was the same!
"Ha!"
Fang Zheng shouted aloud, the twelve Martial Dao Dharma Aspects, showing signs of collapse under the onslaught of sound waves, simultaneously exploded.
"Boom!"
Several miles of land seemed to plunge into chaos.
Even the Iron Flute Immortal could not sense beyond ten feet, his pupils involuntarily contracting.
"Swish!"
A figure sliced through the chaos, appearing close before him.
One-Character Heart-Clearing Slash!
Slash!
The blade light descended like twisting lightning, leaving even the sound far behind.
"Peng!"
A fist appeared before the blade edge.
Fist and blade collided, qi force exploded, both simultaneously retreated.
"How could it be?"
Fang Zheng’s eyes widened, looking at his opponent, even if his sound wave martial dao dharma aspect weakened his qi and blood, theoretically, it should be beyond the reach of ordinary Masters.
Now...
"Fellow Daoist Fang, do you not know that my Dragon Gate Sect also possesses Body Refinement secret techniques?" The Iron Flute Immortal twisted his neck, sighed:
"Of course, not as good as yours."
The words fell.
Suddenly, more than ten blade scars appeared on his body, blood mist spurting from the wounds, his robes completely torn.
Beneath the robes, chiseled contours like they were carved by knife and axe, those muscular lines were practically a perfect work of art.
"Buzz..."
The Iron Flute Immortal’s body shook, patterns silently surfaced on his skin, resembling dragon tattoos upon closer inspection.
These were not tattoos, but magic patterns.
The Nine-Headed Dragon Pattern indicated the Iron Flute Immortal had cultivated the Dragon Gate Sect’s Celestial Dragon Secret Technique to a very high level, making his flesh no less than that of warriors of the same realm.