bookbashuk Chapter 156 Dissolving Palm
Chapter 156 Dissolving Palm
The old monster's expression changed slightly.
The next instant, the monster suddenly turned its head, roared like thunder, and pounced with lightning speed!
A cold wind swept over him, carrying a stench that filled the air, and the distorted face was almost touching the tip of his nose!
"court death!"
The old monster roared and unleashed a "Dissolving Palm" strike with his backhand!
His palm was as black as ink, wrapped in deadly poison. He struck the opponent's shoulder blade, intending to cripple his meridians and corrode his bone marrow!
however--
boom!
He punched back!
The force was so powerful and unparalleled that it forced him to stagger back three steps, leaving his hands numb!
These things have no meridians to speak of, and their internal strength is nothing but empty talk. They simply use brute force to drive their corpses, and they are fearless of death!
The Starry Night Old Monster's poisonous skills, which were specifically designed to counter experts, were utterly useless against this pile of walking corpses.
He moved his palms rapidly, creating a series of palm shadows that struck the monster's chest repeatedly, causing rotten flesh to fly and bone fragments to scatter.
The monster staggered backward, but did not fall. A low roar rolled from its throat, as if the pain had been erased.
Just then—
"roar!!!"
A loud shout shattered the night sky!
A dark shadow flashed, and a figure descended like a demon god, suddenly appearing in the midst of the battle!
It was none other than Luo Rulie of the Thunderbolt Hall!
This person was originally a marginal figure in the martial arts world, with little reputation and eccentric behavior. The Thunderbolt Hall he led was neither righteous nor evil, and was never welcomed by the major sects.
But at this moment, a strange power surged around him, and when he waved his hands, he produced a sonic boom. His palm wind was like a knife, tearing through the air!
"Bang bang bang!"
Three heavy palm strikes were unleashed in succession, and Murong Fu and the other two coughed up blood and retreated violently, their formation collapsing!
It should be noted that back then, Qiao Feng faced numerous dangers and nearly lost when fighting these three alone.
Now, Luo Rulie alone is able to suppress three great masters so much that they can't even lift their heads!
He stood in the center of the field, his gaze icy, sweeping over the crowd, a mocking smile playing on his lips:
"Submit to me, and I will grant you ten times the power, so that you may roam the world freely and shatter mountains and rivers."
"Not lowering the price?"
He sneered, his voice sharp as a knife scraping iron: "I'll sever your limbs and throw you into a crypt, where you'll never see the light of day again."
The night wind howled, and a murderous intent filled the air.
Luo Rulie unleashed a punch, sending a gust of wind through the air. The three of them were sent flying backward, as if they had been struck head-on by a mountain, spraying mouthfuls of blood into the air.
Murong Fu's expression changed drastically. Seeing that he couldn't withstand the force at all, how could he dare to force it?
In the blink of an eye, the Star Shift technique was activated, and the true energy flowed like a wheel, actually deflecting the overwhelming force—the target was none other than the Starry Night Old Monster beside him!
As the Starry Night Old Monster was smugly sneering, a violent force suddenly attacked from the side. Before he could even react, he crashed into the ground like a kite with a broken string, the soil shattering and his bones emitting a dull thud that made your teeth ache.
He coughed up a mouthful of blood, his eyes glazing over: What did I ever do to you?!
What's even more absurd is that his gang of underlings were originally shouting themselves hoarse, "Old Immortal Xingxiu, your magic power is boundless! May you reign for eternity and unify the martial world!" They were all shouting so loudly that their faces turned red and their necks bulged, as if they were about to be deified tomorrow.
But then, the entire room fell silent.
One second they were shouting "Long live the Emperor!", the next they were completely dumbfounded.
The sound stopped abruptly, more decisively than a duck being choked.
They used to be shameless in their flattery, but now who dares to open their mouth?
The master is already being used as a punching bag; if we keep licking his boots, we'll probably be buried with him.
In the end, even the Starry Night Monster had a tough time.
He had hundreds of disciples, which sounded impressive, but not one of them was truly loyal.
Seeing that the situation was not good, they immediately scattered like birds and beasts, running away as fast as they could, wishing their parents had given them two more legs.
But they want to escape?
late.
The eerie branches hidden in the shadows suddenly sprang up, like venomous snakes that had come to life, and wrapped around the ankles of the group in a flash. They pulled and tugged so fast that their afterimages were barely visible.
Before they could even cry out, the branch had pierced their chests and abdomens, and penetrated their shoulder blades, with blood gushing out along the wood grain.
Strangely, they didn't die. Instead, they slowly stood up within seconds—their skin was cracked, their arms turned into twisted branches, their eyes were green, their mouths were torn to the roots of their ears, and their faces were filled with greed and madness.
It was alive, transformed into a forest demon.
These people, who were once slaves who knelt and called "Old Immortal," have now become the most terrifying puppets, with thorns growing from their fingertips, cracked wood in their palms, and inhuman growls emanating from their throats.
The old monster of the Star Constellation stared, his eyes wide with rage, trembling all over: "You...you actually dared to turn my disciple into such a monster?! I will never let you get away with this!"
He roared like thunder, but before he could finish speaking, he had already begun to quietly retreat.
He had already planned it out in his mind: if he couldn't win, he had to run away.
He closed his fan and turned to run away.
Zhuang Juxian originally wanted to maintain appearances, but when he saw that all his men had run away without anyone to take them down with him, he panicked and gave chase.
As for the so-called "martial arts masters" of Juxianzhuang?
Ha, they were the loudest when they were besieging Qiao Feng, but when it came to actually fighting, they ran faster than anyone else.
These past few years, they've been holed up in this mountain resort, mastering all sorts of vices like eating, drinking, gambling, and whoring. Their martial arts skills are all just boasting, and when it comes to real trouble, they're all cowards.
Now that Qiao Feng is long gone, this group of people has only grown larger, huddled in a corner, barely surviving, living more comfortably than rats.
Zhuang Juxian was left all alone, running around like a servant guarding the house.
Upon witnessing this scene, Zhuang Junxian felt utterly disheartened and turned to run away.
But Murong Fu had already disappeared in the blink of an eye, running faster than a rabbit.
The truly terrifying people are never those who run away.
Instead, it was ahead—the man who had pressed down on the back of the Starry Night Monster, like a mountain pressing down on him.
Just as the Starry Night Monster leaped into the air, he was slammed back to the ground by a giant, iron-like hand, his face smashing into the mud and nearly flattening his nose.
He looked up and met Luo Rulie's eyes, which were so cold they could freeze one's soul.
The murderous aura was overwhelming, as if a demon had descended upon the world.
"Trying to run?" Luo Rulie looked down at him, his voice deep and thunderous. "If you want to die, I can grant your wish right now."
The old monster of the constellations felt his heart pounding, but he was still unwilling to give up.
He grinned maliciously and lunged forward to grab Luo Rulie's leg. A smear of foul-smelling black powder quietly slid across his palm—it was his trump card, "Dissolving Power Powder," which would destroy any meridians if it touched them and kill the person within three steps if they drank it!
He intends to use this insidious method to first cripple his skills, and then take his life!
Strangely, Luo Rulie didn't move an inch. He looked down at the leg that was being held, then suddenly grinned, his laughter chilling:
"Trying to use poison? Ha! I'm more familiar with poisons than you were born. Your tricks are so crude, even a dog wouldn't touch them!"
He raised his other hand, gathering a powerful force that resembled a blade pressing down, threatening to kill him with a single blow.
At that very moment—
The Starry Constellation Old Monster bent his knees and knelt down with a thud, his forehead hitting the ground heavily. He trembled and said, "Great hero, spare my life! I surrender! I surrender!"
"My lord, spare my life! I dare not resist. From this day forward, I will be your most loyal disciple, your lackey. I only beg you to show mercy and spare my life!"