“Fellow Daoist, what do you mean by this? I have told you everything truthfully. If you are worried that your relationship with that old friend will be exposed, there is no need to worry. I have no grudge against you, and I would never…”
Before he could finish speaking, Lin Xiuyuan said quietly, "No enmity or grudge? That's true now, but that might not be the case in the future..."
The cultivator surnamed Park was taken aback, not understanding what he meant. Could he possibly be a member of the Nine Kingdoms Alliance?
Otherwise, how could a conflict have occurred later...?
But before he could understand Lin Xiuyuan's words, the falling hammer, imbued with terrifying power, slammed down!
The cultivator surnamed Park could only fight back with all his might, his hands already adorned with fist-like magical weapons, which he fiercely slammed forward.
A dense black light immediately surrounded him, and as his fists were unleashed, it continued to gather, intertwining and spreading, forming the shape of a pair of enormous arms that pushed upwards.
"boom!"
The blow clashed head-on, unleashing a deafening roar that sent shockwaves spreading outwards.
The hammer strike seemed to shatter the dense black light, breaking apart the enormous fists that had materialized.
The cultivator surnamed Park felt as if he had endured an immense force, causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood.
He lost control and was sent flying backwards.
They were blasted directly into a tornado.
Before he could catch his breath, he was subjected to the immense pulling force of the wind and could only forcefully circulate his magic power to resist.
Seeing that the Falling Hammer had once again gathered its terrifying spiritual power as before.
"Fellow Daoist, please show mercy. Tell me what I need to do to put your mind at ease..."
The monk surnamed Park was terrified and felt a sense of despair. He couldn't help but beg for mercy.
Lin Xiuyuan was too exhausted to speak at this point. He used all his strength to suppress the wind with the Wind-Stabilizing Token and then used all his strength to bring down the Falling Mountain Hammer.
Before long, the hammer fell one after another.
A violent and surging aura erupted one after another, forming an unfathomable power that crashed down.
This caused the monk surnamed Park to suffer a series of heavy blows.
Every now and then, when the falling hammer was gathering its offensive power, it would beg for mercy.
The sound just kept getting weaker and weaker.
It wasn't until the eighth hammer blow that it was finally smashed into a pile of bloody foam...
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