A hand slowly came down and covered Hong Sixiang's mouth.
The opponent's struggling body gradually weakened as the true energy in his body was lost at a high speed.
After a moment, Zhong Bo slowly withdrew his hand and clenched his fist slightly.
Bang!
A powerful burst of true energy.
A gleam of light flashed in his eyes. "What a pity! Hong Sixiang has only mastered the Four Symbols Fist, a martial art as famous as the Heavenly Sword Heart Technique, to the point where he can only master the basics. Otherwise..."
He felt a little lost, feeling the surging true energy in his body and the boiling of his blood.
"It took absorbing the power of forty-eight people for me to reach the peak of the Concentrated Spirit Realm."
call!
He exhaled heavily, "To reach that point, I still need a true master of internal strength, preferably... at the level of Tian Dao!"
He lowered his head to look at Hong Sixiang who had died on the bed. He suddenly raised his hand and shattered the foundation of the entire earth building with one palm.
Then he grabbed a black robe and rushed in another direction.
After running for a distance, he shouted, "There's an assassin! Go and protect Brother Hong!"
Not long.
He grabbed his black robe and returned to the meeting hall in Blackrock City.
Patiently reported everything to Hong Youling.
After a moment, Hong Youling stood up suddenly and staggered. "What did you say?"
"Brother Hong Sixiang was beaten to death by a man in black robe!" Zhong Bo spoke again.
"How, how could it be?"
Crunch!
Hong Youling lost her focus and nearly fell over, then she yelled excitedly, "Who did this?"
Uncle Zhong silently raised the large black robe and said, "He's wearing a mask, his skills are profound, and his movements are extremely advanced. I can't stop him, so I can only leave this robe behind!"
Hong Youling slowly walked down the stairs and looked at the large black robe handed to her by the other party, her pupils shrinking slightly.
“This isn’t…”
…
"This is the situation, Master Wan. Please decide whether Xia Shi should stay or not?"
In the Pingyu branch of the Black Wind Hall, formerly the main headquarters of the Fire Worship Hall, Hu Er stood respectfully behind Wan Zhuliu.
Hearing this, Wan Zhuliu's eyes flashed with a fierce light, "There is no free lunch in this world. He doesn't want to work hard, but he wants us to support him. Let me personally meet the number one swordsman in Luozhou!"
…
Panlong Villa, near Pingyu.
This was once one of the Black Society's territories, a secluded place built specifically for the sect's masters to practice and cultivate.
After the Black Society was absorbed by the Black Wind Hall, all the masters here were killed or subdued.
Only Xia Shi still occupies the luxurious manor in the deepest part of the villa.
In a secret room.
"This is too much! Lord Xia, if you don't take action, my Black Clothes Society will be completely wiped out. The Black Wind Hall has already begun to take over our business!"
A middle-aged man with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes roared angrily, his face trembling slightly with anger, and turning blue and white.
“That’s enough!”
The black-robed swordsman who was sitting cross-legged in the middle of the secret room turned his head slightly and slammed the bare sword in his hand into the ground.
"What can you achieve by caring about such gains and losses? The Black Wind Hall has so much power now. All we need to do is wait for the people behind him to come. Once I capture him, won't the Black Clothes Society and the Black Wind Hall all be yours?"
"But, I, the dignified leader of the Black Society, was dragged out like a dog by them, had my head chopped off, and hung from the rafters. I can't stand this humiliation!"
Bang!
The swordsman slapped the middle-aged man and sent him flying.
"Waste! Don't forget, I'm your father. He just raised you for a few decades. Do you feel humiliated?"
The middle-aged man who fell to the ground got up, knelt on the ground, crawled with his head lowered, and dared not say a word.
A moment later.
The swordsman slightly raised his sword, and slowly moved his fingertips across it. His unique and terrifying sword intent flowed, causing an invisible wind to rise from his body.
"Soon, you will no longer be humiliated!" The man's tone finally revealed a hint of fatherly love.
The middle-aged man below suddenly burst into tears, "Dad, have you made a breakthrough?"
"The peak of the Concentrated Spirit Realm... that's all! Thirty years of time passing, thirty years of dedicated training, and I'm still just one step away!"
"well!"
Just as he sighed, there was a knock on the door.
"What is it?"
A respectful voice immediately rang out from outside the door, "Master, someone from the Black Wind Hall has arrived outside the villa. They say their Master Wan wants to see you!"
"Master Wan?"
"Huh!" The swordsman sneered, "The real culprit has finally arrived. Son, the time has come for you to wash away your shame... now!"
Not long after.
The reception hall of the villa.
Wan Zhuliu, dressed in a black robe, sat in the main seat, his eyes fixed on the slightly burly white-haired old man below him.
She first glanced at the red sword behind him, then slowly said, "Are you Xia Shi?"
"That's right!" The white-haired old man also stared at Wan Zhuliu.
After looking him up and down, he frowned slightly.
The intelligence he received said that there was a master behind the Black Wind Hall.
Being able to easily take down the Fire Worship Hall and more than ten gangs, he guessed that this expert should be in the middle or late stage of the Concentration Realm, but he never expected that he was just a young boy.
Wan Zhuliu's figure was indeed very burly, and his body was full of energy and blood, which was obvious.
But judging from the aura he exudes, he is at the Tongli realm.
Besides, he had never seen such a young person in the middle or late stage of the Concentration Realm.
Being able to enter the state of concentration in middle age is already considered a genius in the martial arts world, not to mention that the man in front of him is probably less than 30 years old.
Thinking of this, he lost the desire to continue exploring.
"I have already made it clear to you, the Black Wind Hall. Don't bother me lightly. Don't you understand what I'm saying?"
As soon as he said this, Hu Er, who followed him, changed his expression drastically and shouted, "How dare you, Xia Shi! You are a worshiper of the Black Wind Hall, and you dare to be rude to Master Wan?!"
"Who the hell do you think you are?"
A ferocious smile suddenly appeared on Xia Shi's face, and he raised his hand to grab Hu Er.
The two masters beside Hu Er immediately moved aside and stood in front of him.
BANG!!
Xia Shi simply grabbed the air, clenched his five fingers, turned them into fists, and swung them left and right.
Snap!
"Ugh!"
After the screams and crisp sounds, the two Tongli realm masters actually had their necks broken by Xia Shi, without even a chance to resist.
At this time, Xia Shi was less than one meter away from Hu Er and grabbed his head with one hand.
laugh!
The air current pressed down on Hu Er, causing his face to turn the color of liver instantly. He was unable to move his feet at all, and could only subconsciously shout loudly: "Master Wan, save me!"
boom!
A violent gust of wind suddenly rushed from the high seat. Hu Er felt his body lighten, and then he saw himself being grabbed away by Wan Zhuliu with one hand.
And Xia Shi's claw also collided with Wan Zhuliu's powerful punch.
Bang!
An invisible wave of air spread out between the two of them.
Wan Zhuliu's robe rustled in the strong wind, but his feet did not move at all, only the stone bricks below cracked.
But Xia Shi had already taken several steps back and retracted his hand, his five fingers trembling slightly.
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