Chapter 179: Attacking the Sect
Murong Hanchan's right palm struck empty air, and she retreated swiftly, her left palm striking out with lightning speed, unleashing a powerful palm strike that blocked Fu Xiuming's tricky leg attack with a muffled thud. "Today is your death day! I will use your heart's blood to inscribe my father's tombstone!" Her words were filled with boundless hatred, and her palm strikes became even faster and more powerful, her leg movements as swift as the wind. With her palm and leg working in tandem, her attack instantly became incredibly ferocious.
"Then we'll see just how much real skill you have!" Fu Xiuming was no pushover. His fists and feet moved with lightning speed and deadly ferocity, each strike aimed to kill. In an instant, the two were entangled. They lunged and darted, swirling left and right! "Crackling!" "Bang! Boom! Boom!" Explosions erupted as their energies clashed. A palm strike to the bluestone floor created a huge crater; a fist strike to the stone wall caused it to crumble and split!
Upon hearing Murong Hanchan's voice, Shangguan Qinghuan rushed to the square. Just as she reached the edge, she saw her father trembling and hiding in the shadows around a corner. "Father!"
Shangguan Yanxin, who was intently focused on the arena, was startled by the shout and shuddered violently. "What are you yelling about? You little bastard, trying to scare me to death?!" He stared at the two figures clashing fiercely with lightning speed, his eyes filled with a mixture of astonishment and fear. He was astonished by the unbelievable level of their cultivation, but terrified that if Murong Hanchan won this battle, he would be doomed! Large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead; at this moment, he was completely devoid of his usual aloof and dignified demeanor as the sect leader.
"This Murong Hanchan is really a pregnant woman! She changes every day, every single day!" Shangguan Qinghuan stared at the scene in the arena, which was even more intense than the battle between ferocious beasts. Her voice trembled with a hint of fear. "I didn't see her this ruthless when I fought her last time! It's only been a few days since I last saw her, and she... she can actually fight my master to a standstill?!" Shangguan Qinghuan was full of astonishment.
"Hmph!" Shangguan Yanxin glared at him with exasperation. "It's all because of you, you good-for-nothing! She was your sure wife, but if you hadn't been so lazy and unable to win her favor, things wouldn't have gotten to this point. Instead, she's become our biggest death knell!"
Shangguan Qinghuan listened, her face full of grievance and bitterness: "Father! Don't you know that Murong Hanchan is a pervert?!" Her voice trembled with tears as she accused, "If I say a word to that young lady, she either slaps her mouth or makes my face swell! I only visited the Red Chamber once, and she turned the whole place upside down! She even... plucked all the hair from my private parts... not a single one left." As she finished speaking, her eyes welled up with tears of humiliation, and her face was filled with utter grievance.
Upon hearing "the hair in that place was plucked out," Shangguan Yanxin felt a sudden chill run down his spine. He quickly squeezed his legs together and awkwardly chuckled at his son, "Son...you've really suffered!" His expression immediately changed, and he turned his gaze to Murong Hanchan, who was engaged in fierce combat in the air, and cursed angrily, "Pervert!"
"Father, the two of them are locked in a fierce battle, and the outcome is still uncertain. Let's seize this opportunity and quickly lend Master a hand to take down that little vixen, Murong Hanchan!" Shangguan Qinghuan suppressed her fear and urged.
Shangguan Yanxin frowned and shook his head repeatedly: "No! Absolutely not! Didn't you see how fast they fought? If we rashly intervene with our meager cultivation, one careless move and that 'freak' could kill us both on the spot with a single palm strike!" He spoke with absolute certainty, but his face revealed a twisted calm that was suppressed by fear.
"What should we do then? Are we just going to stand here and wait...? What if... what if Master can't beat him? Murong Hanchan... she will never let us father and son go!!" Shangguan Qinghuan said firmly, extremely anxious.
A vicious glint suddenly flashed in Shangguan Yanxin's eyes, and his right hand clenched into a fist: "Of course we won't sit idly by and wait to die! Wait! Wait until the two of them are exhausted from fighting, wait until the crucial moment that decides the outcome, then you and I will strike at the same time and launch a deadly sneak attack on Murong Hanchan! Even if she has three heads and six arms, she will definitely be unable to defend against it!"
"Hahaha..." Shangguan Qinghuan let out a lewd laugh, as if he could already see the scene of victory: "Father! Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant! After we take down this pervert, I'll definitely be ten times more perverted than her!!! Torture her until..." As he spoke, his gaze greedily swept over the slender Murong Hanchan, who was engaged in fierce combat in the arena, and unsavory images began to surface in his mind...
The fierce battle between the two in the arena was considered a spectacular sight by those with high cultivation levels, with their offensive and defensive transitions being incredibly precise. However, for the lowly underlings around the plaza, it was merely an exceptionally ferocious and terrifying spectacle. "Clang!"... "Smash!" Every time the two plummeted from the air, every time they used the force of the ground to leap and bounce back, the bluestone slabs beneath their feet would shatter, leaving behind new craters.
After the two fought so closely and desperately for dozens of rounds, the once neat and tidy square was now riddled with ditch and littered with broken stones. Hundreds and thousands of cult members with knives watched in fear on the outside, their heads bobbing up and down and swaying wildly as if pulled by invisible threads. They were dumbfounded and terrified, not daring to breathe.
"Boom!!" A violent explosion of energy resounded! Their palms clashed again, and Murong Hanchan and Fu Xiuming were each thrown back several steps by the explosive shockwave before regaining their footing. "Tsk... At your age, your cultivation has already reached the Saint level, truly astonishing!"
Fu Xiuming spoke casually, but his eyes grew serious. His inner energy erupted, and his dantian surged outwards! His body transformed into a billowing, thick black smoke, its form ever-changing, sometimes coalescing like a giant, sometimes dispersing like a ghost! "Whoosh whoosh whoosh…" "Boom boom boom…" The terrifying black smoke disregarded spatial limitations, like a flock of crows swarming their prey, launching a relentless, tempestuous attack on Murong Hanchan from all directions and from every tricky angle!
"The most amazing part is yet to come!" Murong Hanchan's eyes narrowed, and her figure flashed rapidly in the center of the square. Her fists and palms moved like butterflies flitting among flowers, seemingly a graceful dance yet brimming with murderous intent. Her hands and feet followed the direction of the black smoke, twisting and turning with divine agility! "Clap! Clap! Clap!..." "Bang! Bang! Bang!..."
Palm strikes flew like a thousand-armed Guanyin, protecting her entire body; her leg strikes were fierce, like lightning, precisely kicking away the incoming smoke clouds. She was like a lightning bolt moving between reality and illusion, blocking all of Fu Xiuming's ghostly attacks! The sounds of clashing energy filled the air.
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