"Impressive courage!"
Seeing the figure charging through the air towards him, and the fist aimed at him, Zhong Lin’s eyes narrowed slightly. He waved his single arm in the air, golden streaming light rippling with Gang Qi exploding, and suddenly struck out.
Within the fierce wind, golden Qi-Blood rolled and surged, terrifying and ferocious power ripped through all directions, and the air trembled as if it were a water surface, emitting a series of unbearable wails.
The overwhelming fist wind and Gang Qi engulfed the figure.
Even the figure was shocked to the core, utterly unprepared for the sheer might of the person before him. With just one punch, it was as if a divine axe had cleaved a mountain.
With a scream, the figure shattered under Zhong Lin’s punch, turning into a mist of blood that scattered across the sky.
The Transmission Jade Plate couldn’t save him; with just one hit, he perished, soul and spirit disassociated.
Before Zhong Lin could relax, a stream of light sliced through the blood mist, a slender sword suddenly swept out like a fierce wind in waves, stabbing straight at Zhong Lin’s forehead.
The slender sword was radiantly lit with an extremely sharp aura. Even from dozens of yards away, Zhong Lin’s forehead tingled slightly.
Moreover, to Zhong Lin’s left, an old monk in yellow robes also leaped into the sky. As he ran, any sign of age vanished, muscles and bones seemed to inflate, wrinkles smoothed out, instantly transforming into a fierce man over nine feet tall.
His entire body was faintly surrounded by golden light, and in the shadows, there were even sounds of Zen chants. Between his fists and palms, a dark golden swastika rotated, carrying a strong intent of destruction.
This speed was even a notch faster than that of the slender sword, his palm glowing with golden light, already close to several yards of Zhong Lin.
A stunning divine light flashed between Zhong Lin’s eyebrows, recognizing that these two were masters of the Life and Death Realm, even stronger than the one just blown up by the punch, and their timing was extremely precise, one in front and one to the left, the killing intent fierce.
Zhong Lin shouted thrice, the Fist Seal lightly poised in the air, Spiritual Origin surged, Nirvana Power shook, one form of the Fist Seal directly meeting the old monk’s swastika palm.
The jade-white Fist Seal met the glowing swastika palm emitting golden light directly in its center.
A sound as silent as a solitary night, yet loud as thunderous explosion spread.
Like the very moment of world destruction, the entire void let out a muffled groan, a wave of impact more fierce than before suddenly spread, sending layers of air waves sweeping towards the surroundings.
In the instant collision, a blurred golden light scattered, a trace of shock flashed in the old monk’s eyes, and his body reflexively recoiled over a hundred yards in midair.
Zhong Lin’s muscles and bones trembled slightly, without taking a step back. His raised arm suddenly pressed down, fingers spread wide, and amidst the streaming golden light, met the slender sword stabbing directly after the blood mist once again.
As the old monk was repelled, in the sky miles away, a young man in a beast robe holding a longbow had flickering coldness in his eyes.
"Nirvana Power? Is it that Nirvana Realm Martial Artist who’s broken through? Interesting, I’ve never killed a Nirvana Great Power before. Let’s see if you can dodge my Void-breaking Arrow?"
With a grasp in the void with his right hand, the bow instantly flexed like a full moon. All kinds of colorful light gathered on the ancient Divine Bow, and simultaneously, nine arrows with faint golden rays instantly tore through the air, leaving golden light trails in the void, crossing the sky in an instant.
These nine arrows, like swimming dragons, drew a golden web of arrows in the air, aimed straight for all of Zhong Lin’s vital spots.
In an instant, simultaneous attacks from left and right, extremely perilous.
Zhong Lin’s splayed fingers just clenched the slender sword; his expression slightly shifted as the contained Nirvana Power exploded forth from his body.
The soaring Spiritual Origin instantaneously transformed into small golden dragons, greeting the arrows shooting at him.
"Barehanded to catch my sword?"
The person holding the slender sword behind the blood mist was extremely emaciated, looking like a bamboo pole, and his eyes were notably narrow, revealed a fierce glint.
At the moment, this person’s lips curled into a faint sneer. On the sword gripped by Zhong Lin’s five fingers, deep yellow light spun, suddenly emitting a sword radiance a few feet long, stabbing directly at Zhong Lin’s face.
Within that sword radiance, Sword Intent circulated, extremely restrained yet highly refined and concentrated, evidently reaching the realm of "Sword Refining into Silk."
Zhong Lin was composed and unhurried, locked fingers on the long sword suddenly exerted force, and with a clanging sound, the long sword twisted.
The bamboo pole swordsman’s eyes bulged wide, full of disbelief, unable to fathom how his Treasure-level long sword could be twisted with just a pair of bare hands.
Zhong Lin opened his mouth and exhaled a stream of air, like white thunder shooting from his lips, shattering the sword radiance he had honed to perfection.
Moreover, the remaining force pierced through the space, a surging torrent of air rushing instantaneously.
"What kind of Martial Art is this?"
The bamboo pole swordsman only saw Zhong Lin’s lips twitch, already sensing extreme danger, the sound barely reached his ears when the air suddenly exploded.
The concentrated Sword Intent felt like paper, easily pierced through.
The massive air waves tumultuously reverberated, and explosive sound waves resonated as one, space twisted like a water surface, rippling outward in waves.
Caught off guard, the bamboo pole swordsman managed only to turn his head, feeling a buzz through his mind, and screamed inwardly.
Zhong Lin’s splayed fingers abruptly clamped shut, forming a Fist Seal that slammed down heavily.
An enormous force exploded, the air within a hundred miles suddenly ruptured, resounding like thunder, unexpectedly shattering the air along with that punch.
Like a Divine Mountain collapsing, the earth overturned with a punch, squarely hitting the bamboo pole swordsman’s overlapping arms.
At the moment of the Fist Seal’s descent, the bamboo pole swordsman finally snapped out of it, eyes almost popping from his sockets. At this moment, he finally sensed the unprecedented power exploding at unparalleled speed from this punch, feeling as though a mighty mountain smashed down.
Time stood still momentarily.
The bamboo pole swordsman’s figure shot out like a cannonball, slamming heavily into a distant mountain body amid the sound of bones shattering.
The surging force surged, centering on the bamboo pole swordsman’s landing point, the earth within a thousand feet rolled and surged, large swathes of soil and stone slabs flew about like blasted shells, towering trees collapsed in droves.
At the most critical moment, the bamboo pole swordsman emitted a purple light, which dissipated a majority of Zhong Lin’s Fist Power. Otherwise, he would have ended up like the first martial artist who attacked Zhong Lin, turning into a mist of blood, the Transmission Jade Plate unable to save him, dying on the spot.
However, even so, the bamboo pole swordsman was so frightened that he quickly shattered his own Jade Token, fleeing the Secret Realm without daring to linger.