Swordsman the Wanderer
Ch 125's. The Divine God Fist
Feng Gong leaped into the air, both of his hands claw-shaped, launching an attack towards Zhang En, similar to a giant demon scorpion.
Seeing this, Zhang En did not dare to underestimate the opponent, he quickly performed a dragon soul transformation using the Demonic God Dragon technique. The dragon wings extended from his back and his silhouette disappeared as he let out his Qi. Also forming his hands into claws, Zhang En faced the enemy with the same attack.
Instantly the area was filled with surging demon air, condensing into many howling ghosts, the first step of the Demon Dragon God Art, Wailing Torture!
After his strength had increased tremendously during this time, the Demonic Dragon God Art could form a solid entity, embodying fifty to sixty ghosts at once. The pressure was a hundred times more devastating than before..
Listening to the ghostly roars coming from various directions, Feng Gong felt a chill envelop his heart.
However, at this moment, the claws of the Demon Scorpion and the Dragon Claws of the Demonic Dragon God Zhang En collided. The strength of his reflection felt like a tsunami, forcing Feng Gong to stagger backwards. Making use of this opportunity, Zhang En again sent another palm towards Feng Gong, the strength of that palm being doubled, sending out golden halos that spread continuously, looming over the sky.
Buddha's Palm Binding the God!
Feng Gong was shocked when he saw a golden halo coming out from Zhang En's palm. Almost simultaneously, he felt the airflow around him being sucked up, while his limbs and body were shackled by many invisible chains.
Fear rose rapidly in Feng Gong's heart. He pushed his battle Qu madly out of his body, wanting to free himself from these invisible shackles, but what panicked him was that the more he struggled, the tighter these chains seemed to tie him.
Seeing Zhang En getting closer to him, he felt scared, panicked, and angry.
“Inhibited Qi Explosion!” Feng Gong's eyes reddened, his Qi suddenly resounded and a series of explosions rang out in the air. Just as Zhang En was about to attack again, Feng Gong finally managed to escape, quickly raising both of his arms to block Zhang En's palm.
Once again Feng Gong was repulsed, feeling ashamed, his face turned even paler. By the time he stopped, he had retreated several hundred meters, panting heavily, he looked at Zhang En with shock and as if a great terror enveloped his heart.
"Must, what is that technique?!"
If not for him using a secret method, forcefully executing the Boundless Qi Explosion, perhaps now, he would have already…!
However, as Zhang En prepared to return to attack, Feng Gong shouted anxiously, "Stop!"
Feng Gong looked at Zhang En, both of his arms numb from the pain. Although the total time they had actually exchanged movements was only a few breaths, now he was already completely frightened. It was as if he was fighting a true God Hermit expert and wrapped around his heart.
But Zhang En acted like he heard nothing, he then jumped into the air with the force of his two fists exploding. His fist shadow covered the sky, looking intangible and real.
The divine God's fist!
This was the first time Zhang En had used this skill to fight an enemy.
Watching the gigantic fist trails fill the sky, Feng Gong jumped back to dodge. At the same time, his palms slammed into the sky, explosions and explosions heard one after another filling the place. Despite that, the divine God Fist still landed on Feng Gong's chest.
Spouting an inaudible growl, blood spurted from Feng Gong's mouth in large numbers, while his body was thrown backwards like a broken kite. When he managed to crawl to his feet, he saw Zhang En was holding a long spear in his hand. With a single move, the long spear pierced him, giving rise to a layer of huge waves similar to an overturned sea. Failing to dodge, Feng Gong was pulled into a crashing wave of energy, blasting his robe to pieces.
Before Feng Gong fell to the ground, the long spear again appeared out of nowhere, piercing through his chest with its tip coming out from behind, a sharp pain gushing out from his chest. Feng Gong stared foolishly at the long spear stuck in his chest, his eyes moving along the tip of the spear, where Zhang En stood.
Both landed on the ground. And Zhang En pulled his golden spear.
Feng Gong staggered unsteadily over ten steps, barely able to hold his body from swaying. Blood flowed endlessly from his chest hole even as his hand grasped it. Feeling his own blood seeping uncontrollably, Feng Gong suddenly smiled, a smile that harbored despair.
"Zhang En's". Zhang En replied coldly.
"Zhang En?" Feng Gong's weak voice repeated the name, the edges of his body falling down along with his voice.
"I forgot to tell you, I also got the Ancient God King's Golden Spear under the valley." Zhang En said as he looked at Feng Gong cynically.
Feng Gong's eyes slowly dimmed and closed. Feng Gong finally got a death.
In the distance, witnessing the death of his Master, Dai Li became mute. In fact, Zhang En's fight with Feng Gong, from start to finish, only lasted over twenty breaths. Everything happened so quickly that Dai Li had trouble processing what was happening right before his eyes.
Zhang En stepped towards Dai Li, making Dai Li flinch from his shock at his dire situation.
"You!" There was only terror in his eyes other than fear. His feet moved backwards, Dai Li was suddenly at a loss as to what he should do at this moment.
While Dai Li was still in a daze, Zhang En's long spear swerved forward, piercing Dai Li's chest in one swift strike before being pulled out.
Just then, right at noon, and under the bright sunlight, the Golden Spear of the Ancient God King gleamed with a majestic-looking halo, there was not a single drop of blood along its blade.
A moment later, Zhang En had released the two spatial rings present on the bodies of his two opponents and burned those two bodies. Disappearing in the blink of an eye, he immediately headed back towards the God Tribe City.
"It's been seven months, I don't know if Zhao Chen is still in the City of the God Tribe." A sharp light shimmered in Zhang En's eyes as he thought of Zhao Chen.
However, Zhang En doubted something. He was very confident that he had not offended Zhao Chen before, so there was no grudge to speak of. But, why would Zhao Chen want to deal with him? Moreover, it was as if this Zhao Chen knew him.
Zhang En darted through the air, looking like a line of blue light traversing through space. An hour later, Zhang En arrived at the City of the God Tribe.
Returning to the God Tribe City, Zhang En headed straight to the courtyard where Qin Yang and the others were staying.
As Zhang En appeared at the city gate, inside the manor on the south side, Zhao Chen was the first to receive news of Zhang En being seen there. Hearing his subordinate's report, Zhao Chen stared coldly at Servant Feng, saying, “Don't you say we have people overseeing the inn twenty-four hours a day, and Zhang En had never stepped out of that place even?! Now that he's back from out of town, how do you explain this?!”
A layer of cold sweat adorned Servant Feng's forehead, he did not know how to answer it.
Zhang En left the City since when, he really did not know.
Zhao Chen sneered, “I didn't expect the boy to come back again after he left. Since he dared to return, then this time, he would not even be able to dream of being able to leave the God Tribe City again! After dealing with him, it's time to travel to Ghost City.”
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