I Can Use Myriad Divine Abilities-Chapter 277: Coughing Blood

Drunken Flower Pavilion.

Zheng Lianhong stood with his hands behind his back in front of the elegant room on the second floor, expressionlessly looking at the mess in the room.

And in the corridor behind him, a group of people kneeled on the ground.

Among them, a middle-aged man kneeling was trembling all over, with sweat the size of beans continuously dripping from his forehead.

He didn’t even dare to wipe it.

This middle-aged man was the Vice Hall Master of the Martial Power Sect’s Punishment Hall, also the secret boss of the Drunken Flower Pavilion!

It was normal for the high-level members of martial arts gangs to have businesses outside; the Martial Power Sect was no exception.

The problem was that such a big incident had happened, and as a Vice Hall Master, he could not shoulder the responsibility.

Zheng Lianhong suddenly asked in a low voice: "Haven’t you found Master Zhu yet?"

After he personally led the team to the Drunken Flower Pavilion, he quickly learned the whole course of events.

He also knew Zhu Jun had been beaten away by the enemy.

And now his whereabouts were unknown.

Although Zheng Lianhong was furious in his heart, he did not lose his calm.

He immediately sent people to search for Zhu Jun in the surrounding area.

Find him dead or alive!

But as time passed bit by bit, Master Zhu Jun seemed to have evaporated.

No one came back to report for a long time.

No matter how deep Zheng Lianhong’s composure was, at this point, he was almost unable to suppress it.

This was simply a great humiliation!

An Outer Hall Master, a Tier Four expert, was kidnapped on his own turf.

Life or death unknown.

If this were to get out, the Martial Power Sect would certainly become a laughingstock in the Xia Ruins!

His anger made those kneeling around feel as if they couldn’t breathe; extreme fear enveloped everyone’s heart, involuntarily giving rise to a strong sense of despair.

The aura of a Tier Five True Essence powerhouse was truly terrifying!

But the next moment, Zheng Lianhong’s expression changed.

He suddenly leaped out of the Drunken Flower Pavilion, landed on the long street through the wind and snow, and looked sharply in the direction of Wuwei District.

This Martial Might Sect Leader suddenly raised his head and let out a long howl.

The deafening howl broke through the barriers of the night, spreading far in all directions.

Carrying a special rhythm and cadence.

Before the howl stopped, Zheng Lianhong’s figure wavered and instantly disappeared on the spot.

At the same time, Zhang Yuan, carrying the plundered spoils, had just crashed open the window he had restored earlier and flew out of the Loyalty and Righteousness Pavilion.

Before he landed, he heard the howl coming from not far away.

Zhang Yuan knew very well that Zheng Lianhong was aware that his home had been robbed!

But such a situation had long been within his expectation.

"Enemy attack!"

At this moment, Wuwei District was in an uproar due to Zheng Lianhong’s warning.

Countless sect members rushed out of their residences, some not even having time to put on coats.

The samurai patrolling the district shouted loudly, eyes wide with anger, searching everywhere for the enemy.

"Here they are!"

Landing outside the Loyalty and Righteousness Pavilion, Zhang Yuan collided head-on with a hastily approaching group of Martial Power Sect members.

Zhang Yuan sneered coldly and suddenly accelerated, charged forward.

Like a rhinoceros charging into a flock of sheep, he instantly shattered this group’s formation.

Screams, wails, collisions, and the sound of breaking bones erupted one after another.

The sounds alone were enough to make one’s hair stand on end.

These samurai, with only Tier One or Two strength, were no match for Zhang Yuan.

Almost everyone who touched him was sent flying, everyone he collided with died!

But Zhang Yuan was delayed for a few moments.

An old man in gray shot over like lightning, shouting loudly: "Leave him to me!"

His voice was thunderous, shaking off countless drifting snowflakes around.

Accompanying the roar, this Tier Four expert punched towards Zhang Yuan.

As this punch was thrown, the snow on the ground rolled up violently, forming a strong blizzard pressing towards Zhang Yuan with overwhelming force.

Carrying a hint of the might of heaven and earth!

In a breath’s time, the powerful force of the fist reached Zhang Yuan’s face.

Facing the enemy’s blocking attack, Zhang Yuan maintained his forward momentum while clenching his fist to counter the opponent.

His right arm swelled suddenly, muscles and tendons stretched tight, blood vessels bulged under the skin, turning his skin red like blood.

Ninety percent Primordial Celestial Gang Qi, twelve times strength augmentation!

Zhang Yuan’s fist tore through the air, as if aflame!

Bang!

The two fists clashed fiercely.

Crack!

The old man in gray’s fist exploded suddenly, splattering blood mixed with fragments of tendons and bones.

His right arm’s bones shattered instantly!

"Ah!"

This Tier Four expert of the Martial Power Sect never dreamt that Zhang Yuan’s punching force would be so overpowering.

Not only did it crush the True Qi Power he had cultivated for decades.

But also shattered his Horizontal Training Body!

The next moment, a streak of blood flashed by.

The screams abruptly ceased.

The old man in gray, staggering back, suddenly had a bloodline appear on his neck.

He widened his eyes in disbelief, filled with painful bewilderment.

Then, as if his spine was pulled out, he knelt on the ground lifelessly.

And Zhang Yuan, holding the Red Blood Divine Soldiers in his left hand, dashed past his side.

With twelve times agility augmentation, he swiftly fled in the opposite direction of the Drunken Flower Pavilion!

Mere moments later, Zheng Lianhong appeared in front of the old man in gray.

He was horrified: "Uncle Master!"

This old man in gray was not only Zheng Lianhong’s elder but also the most senior elder in the Martial Power Sect.

If Zheng Lianhong left the Xia Ruins, the latter would temporarily take over as the Sect Leader.

He was the person Zheng Lianhong trusted the most.

Just as Zheng Lianhong finished speaking, the old man in gray’s head suddenly rolled down.

The severed neck was extraordinarily smooth!

This horrifying scene instantly turned Zheng Lianhong’s eyes red.

He sharply looked up and saw the broken window above the Loyalty and Righteousness Pavilion.

That was precisely his study!

This Tier Five expert couldn’t help but let out a thunderous roar: "I swear I will not be a man if I don’t kill you, Zheng!"

He leaped into the air, landing on the top of the Loyalty and Righteousness Pavilion.

Filled with overwhelming anger and endless hatred, he looked over Wuwei District from above.

Trying to find the enemy’s trace.

However, the Ruins City under the veil of night was as deep as an abyss, with the cold wind sweeping the snow over the land.

Where could he see the murderer’s shadow!

Although Zheng Lianhong was a Tier Five expert, he did not have the means to see through heaven and earth, facing such a scene, he could only be helpless.

In his anxiety and anger, with nowhere to vent his full fury, the True Essence in his body showed signs of disorder.

This Martial Power Sect Leader suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

Crimson blood splattered on the snow, looking especially shocking!

But once this congested blood was expelled, Zheng Lianhong’s mind instantly became much calmer.

He immediately sneaked back into his study through the broken window.

The scene before him made this Tier Five expert gape, almost unable to believe his eyes.

All the furniture in the room had been sliced open, the bookshelves on both sides were not spared either.

Not only were the secret compartments in the walls raided, but the hidden compartments under the floor were also completely empty.

Although he had predicted this.

Zheng Lianhong spat out another mouthful of old blood!