"Crackle..."

Fang Zheng’s figure shook, and the vast True Qi whistled out, transforming into a delicate Thunder Serpent coiling in mid-air.

The Thunder Serpent roared and lunged at the attacking staff shadows.

"Boom!"

Upon collision, both retreated simultaneously.

Crazy Pigeon’s expression changed, staring at Fang Zheng with thoughts churning nonstop in the Sea of Consciousness.

For today, he had endured humiliation, lived in seclusion for years, and was on the verge of achieving his goal...

Yet, at the critical moment, an obstacle appeared.

"Ah!"

With a roar, Crazy Pigeon charged forward holding his staff.

He was already robust, and at this moment, unleashing all his power, his muscles twisted like the gnarled trunk of a tree, exuding pure strength.

"Bang!"

With just a forward rush, the air was violently burst into sonic booms, and the seven-foot-long staff pointed across the air.

Before the staff arrived, the earth was unable to withstand and caved in first.

Fang Zheng’s breath halted, feeling as though a mountain was pressing down on him, his muscles instinctively tensed.

Celestial Spirit Technique!

Seven Kills Spell!

The two Divine Arts were deployed simultaneously, his body suddenly shook, and the Qi and Blood circulated at an incredible speed.

Explosive power,

Suddenly doubled!

Heart Intent — Bear Form!

The Bear’s demeanor was steady and mighty, with Yin descending and Yang ascending, a Thunder Bear appeared out of thin air, lifting its palm to strike the staff.

In their collision, Crazy Pigeon slightly fell to the disadvantage.

This was not because Fang Zheng’s cultivation base was superior.

But because, after successive battles, especially after Li Shu’s desperate burst, his strength had already waned.

In comparison, Fang Zheng now had abundant Essence Qi and Spirit, with Divine Arts empowerment, naturally stronger.

"Swish!"

Unable to gain the upper hand in direct confrontation, Crazy Pigeon’s figure flickered, his Staff Technique shifting, striking out with Nine Techniques of the Shocking Dragon.

In an instant.

The staff shadows transformed into furious dragons with clawed and fanged, coming upon with speed almost at its peak, probing with crazed fangs and claws.

Any lapse could allow a Martial Arts Grandmaster to be torn a piece of flesh.

"Good!"

Fang Zheng shouted, changing his Palm Technique, responding with Heart Intent Fist, various Boxing techniques emerged either fiercely or gently.

His Heart Intent Fist had been perfected, and strengthened by the Soaring Technique, yet this was the occasion to showcase.

This time, there was a master present, just right to verify a thing or two.

"Bang!"

In an instant.

They collided fiercely, both staffs were mystically ingenious, both fists and palms changing endlessly, neither could gain the upper hand.

Unable to break the stalemate, Crazy Pigeon roared again:

"Severing Vein!"

Unclear what Secret Art he employed, his strength and speed further improved at the pinnacle.

The staff swung, the sheer force of the wind generated made the entire forest and numerous trees tremble violently.

The nearby trees were uprooted.

The extreme speed made the staff shadow emit piercing shrieks, like countless sound waves accumulating into a tidal wave.

Where the sound wave reached, trees shattered, soil crumbled, even hard rocks showed cracks.

Fang Zheng’s pressure doubled, compelled to flick his fingers, summoning the Wind and Cloud Banner for resistance.

The Wind and Cloud Banner shook, fierce winds roared forth, countless sharp Wind Blades slashed ahead.

"Hmph!"

Faced with this scene, Crazy Pigeon sneered disdainfully, his staff clear with bizarre force emerging again.

His staff seemed to vibrate rapidly, too fast for the naked eye, everything touched shattered.

Neither the incoming Wind Blades nor the Dharma Aspect formed by Thunder True Qi could withstand.

As the staff shadow neared his body.

"Roar!"

Wind and Thunder Roar!

Fang Zheng opened his mouth wide, suddenly exhaling, terrifying Thunder Sound exploded from nowhere, the fierce sound wave stalled the opponent.

Meanwhile.

A phantom appeared behind Crazy Pigeon, ignoring the Protective Force of the Martial Arts Grandmaster, reaching to grab the heart.

"Bang!"

The long staff suddenly bent, blocking before the hand claw.

A sudden change, yet Crazy Pigeon could react timely, the staff even carried Demon-Breaking Slayer Aura.

With just this strike, enough to smash a chunk of iron.

Unfortunately,

he obviously underestimated the power of the phantom behind him.

Ghost King!

The Ghost King, condensed from Pure Yin Energy, its existence is a special rule in itself.

Without an appropriate Magical Treasure in hand, ordinary Masters, Martial Sect Masters are no match.

"Buzz..."

The Demon-Breaking Slayer Aura capable of shattering Fang Zheng’s outward Dharma Aspect was tightly suppressed by the Ghost King’s hand claw.

Fang Zheng seized the opportunity to charge forward.

True Qi transformed into the Heart Intent Twelve Forms, Dragon, Tiger, Serpent, Bear, Horse, Monkey... immediately pounced.

Unsettled Qiankun!

"Die!"

"Boom!"

Twelve phantoms along with the Ghost King fiercely pounced on Crazy Pigeon.

"Ah!"

The sound of an unwilling roar echoed in the field, a sphere of black light gathered and then exploded open.

"Boom!"

For more than ten miles around, everything trembled.

A gigantic circular pit appeared in the field.

"Cough, cough!"

Fang Zheng stood at the edge of the pit clutching his chest, pale-faced, coughing twice, his eyes reflecting some fear.

"Strength was already weakened, but even with the Ghost King’s help, it almost turned the tables, a Martial Sect Master is indeed hard to kill!"

"Cough!"

"The commotion is too big, better leave quickly."

Saying so, he glanced at the unconscious Li Shu and Fang Ping’an, shaking the Wind and Cloud Banner, lifting them into the air.

In a blink,

they vanished without a trace.

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In a haze, Fang Ping’an suddenly woke up, opening his eyes, struggling to sit up from the bed.

Turning his head, he saw a familiar figure.

"Father!"

"Lie down."

Fang Zheng extended a hand to press him down gently:

"Your body suffered from the aftershock, your Qi and Blood are unstable, you need to rest well, we’ll talk once you’re recovered."

"Yes."

The familiar environment and people allowed Fang Ping’an’s chaotic thoughts to gradually calm, then he asked:

"How is Aunt Shu?"

"She..." Fang Zheng furrowed his brow, gently shook his head:

"Not too well."

"Hmm!"