Immortal Fairies Always Have Designs on Me-Chapter 939 - 93: Zhiyu: One Punch Shatters the Martial God’s Dream (2)

He searched for a position while observing Zhao Junshan. If Zhao Junshan freed his hand to capture the White Fox, it would make it easier for Xu... Hmm?

Seeing this, Chen Yandong was stunned.

Come on, you're a dignified Martial God and you can't even beat a young girl?!

Is this even reasonable?!

Chen Yandong's mouth twitched, finding it hard to believe as he watched Zhao Junshan, the Qinglong Sect Leader, exchange blows evenly with the girl. Am I dreaming?

Further away, on the rain-soaked rocky clearing, Zhao Junshan's face was extremely grim. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Initially, he thought that being kicked and having his leg bone broken by this girl named Zhiyu at the City Lord Mansion was merely because he underestimated her. But now he realized he was gravely mistaken.

This young girl, although inexperienced in her moves, was not only incredibly strong but had a defense that was absurd.

The Vigorous Force he had tempered countless times could easily tear apart a Martial Saint, yet it caused no harm when hitting this girl's arm.

Bleeding?

Doesn't exist!

Pain?

Apparently, it doesn't exist either!

Zhao Junshan couldn't feel any hesitation in the girl's movements within his line of sight.

It was as if his Vigorous Force was nothing more than a breeze passing by.

Is this reasonable?

For the first time, Zhao Junshan started to doubt his own cultivation and strength.

Am I, truly a Martial God?

His vision blurred for just a moment, and in that moment, Zhiyu had already thrown the spear in her hand.

The spear pierced through the rain, making a sharp buzzing sound. The armored soldiers surrounding Zhao Junshan and attacking Zhiyu were skewered by the spearhead, heading straight for Zhao Junshan's face.

Zhao Junshan's expression suddenly changed, but this time he didn't retreat. Instead, he gathered all his Vigorous Force, unleashing it forward with the strength of a giant python.

He wanted to confirm one thing: there was absolutely no doubt about his cultivation as a Martial God!

Standing halfway up the mountain, Lu Jin'an lightly shook his head. The terrifying brute strength of Zhiyu as a Candle Dragon was suffocating even for him, who had previously opened five Dao Palaces, not to mention that Zhiyu had already crossed a Heavenly Tribulation.

A mere Martial God who hasn't crossed a Heavenly Tribulation and hasn't opened a single Dao Palace... Heh.

Competing in strength with Zhiyu was no different from seeking death.

"Master Zhao, if you don't dodge, you might die."

Lu Jin'an slowly reminded, Zhao Junshan indeed had a lot of experience as a Martial Artist. Otherwise, he would already be disoriented from Zhiyu's brute strength.

Therefore, he let him keep playing with Zhiyu, allowing her to understand more clearly how to strike accurately.

Zhao Junshan had already started dodging—the moment Lu Jin'an spoke.

Facing the oncoming spear, he clearly felt that it was a force he couldn't contend with.

It would be fatal.

So, the moment he realized this, he dove to the side, abandoning any prestige of a top expert of the Eastern Dynasty.

Bang—

With a single spear throw, a fierce gust of wind whipped up. Zhao Junshan only heard a massive boom behind him, the ground quaking, cries of agony resounding continuously.

Turning back to look, countless soldiers were flung into the air, then... crashed heavily back down, struggling on the ground.

Zhao Junshan's heart trembled violently. Could a casual spear throw from this girl have such destructive power?!

What kind of monster is this, emerging from nowhere?!

Before he could regain his senses, Zhao Junshan heard a crisp "Hey," he turned his head sharply to see a small fist carrying an earth-shattering might.

However, the wild Vigorous Force surrounding this girl seemed much less.

Zhao Junshan's eyes lit up, this girl really was inexperienced, the speed of her Vigorous Force depletion was too fast!

If that's the case, then wear her out!

With this thought, Zhao Junshan began to dodge around. His experience as a Martial God allowed him to easily predict Zhiyu's move trajectory, making dodging easier than engaging with her.

Watching this scene, there was a trace of helplessness in Lu Jin'an's eyes. Zhiyu was still young, but...

"Now, you've run out of Vigorous Force!"

Zhao Junshan suddenly shouted, his voice filled with indescribable joy, finally able to turn the tables after being forced into such a suffocating position by a mere junior!

Zhiyu tilted her head, looking at him in puzzlement, then "Hey," she rushed over again, leaping up and punching out.

Zhao Junshan looked disdainfully at this punch devoid of Vigorous Force, not even bothering to dodge.

With her Vigorous Force depleted, no matter how strong she was, could she still break through his Protective Gang Power?!

Lu Jin'an watched the invincible look on Zhao Junshan's face, opened his mouth but then fell silent, deciding not to warn him.

Bang—

In the sharp sound of the Protective Gang Power shattering, Zhao Junshan's disdainful face twisted directly in view.

He didn't even have time to make any extra expressions before being blasted away by Zhiyu's punch.

He crashed into the formation, colliding into the mountain wall with a sunken nose and face.

Rumble...

The rocks collapsed, and Zhao Junshan fell to the ground on his knees from the stone wall, his remaining gaze fixed on his hands, ignoring the severe pain on his face.

"Am I... not the Martial God?"

"Why, why, why..."

He suddenly raised his head to look at the distant Zhiyu. Zhiyu was tilting her little head in confusion as she gazed over and then turned around loudly asking, "Master... Great General, why didn't he dodge?"

As Lu Jin'an stepped forward, Zhao Junshan trembled like a sieve.

"I am the Martial God, I am the Martial God... No, I am not, I am not the Martial God, no... I am the Martial God, I am not, I am..."

"I am the Martial God!"

Zhao Junshan suddenly stood up, letting out a long howl towards the sky, even startling Zhiyu.

Then, in Zhiyu's frightened heterochromatic eyes emerged a gloomy light, she pursed her little lips and rushed over, giving a flying kick.

"I am the Mart..."

Whoosh——

Zhao Junshan flew straight out, while Zhiyu, still not relieved enough, picked up a massive stone from one side and rushed over to smash ten or so times.

She smashed Zhao Junshan until he was a bloody heap, devoid of life.

Lu Jin'an's eyelid twitched watching this scene, it was his first time seeing such a violent side of Zhiyu.

It was truly an indescribable feeling.

"Master."

Zhiyu ran back to Lu Jin'an, her face full of grievance: "He scared Zhiyu!"

Lu Jin'an rubbed Zhiyu's little head, rubbing until she beamed with delight, and only then did he look in the direction where Fang Xinglan had left.

The Yunshan Army surrounding Jianzhao Valley was pursuing in one direction, Lu Jin'an picked up Zhiyu and followed.

Riding on Iron Hoof Cloud, Dongfang Xinglan had already broken through, but the Yunshan Army behind still pursued relentlessly.

But in this Dynasty, no matter how the manpower chased, they couldn't match the speed of Iron Hoof Cloud.

Lu Jin'an swiftly advanced to the forefront of the Yunshan Army, blocking the front of the army with one large and one small, yet he did not see the General Chen Yandong.

Dongfang Xinglan grabbed the reins, gazing at the back of Lu Jin'an from afar, took down a bow she had seized, tore off a corner of her clothes, bit her finger to write on it, and then drew the bow to shoot an arrow.

After finishing this, she once again urged her horse forward.

Now isn't the time for sentimental longing.

Lu Jin'an caught the arrow shot at high speed without turning his head, took off the cloth tied at the end, on it were written the words 'See you in Jinnan City'.

He couldn't help but smile: "If you're writing, then just write; this blood letter is made as if it's a farewell to life and death..."

Putting away the cloth, Lu Jin'an looked toward the army in front, slowly taking out the Netherworld Validation, the Gang Power around him under the dark sky was like a blazing sun.

The rules imprinted within his body operated, the Yin Ming Qi gathered at the sword's tip, drops of Spiritual Power merged into the Gang Power.

Sword Control, out——

One after another soldiers fell, and then stood up again, launching an attack on their original comrades.

Until night turned to day, eighty thousand soldiers exuding Death Qi knelt before Lu Jin'an.

Lu Jin'an slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, with this operation, half of the Gang Power in his body was consumed.

But using Gang Power to transform into corpses this experiment was also successful.

The choice to imprint the rules within his body when breaking through the Physical Body Tribulation proved to be correct.

"Master, Master!"

Beside him, Zhiyu excitedly tugged at his sleeve: "Zhiyu wants to learn, Zhiyu also wants to learn, so amazing~"

Lu Jin'an smiled and patted her head: "Once Zhiyu finishes crossing Tribulation nine times, I'll teach you."

"Great!"

Zhiyu cheered happily, Lu Jin'an smiled without a word.

With Zhiyu's bloodline, when she ascends to the throne of the Master of Ten Thousand Demons in the future, why would she need these corpses?

With a single command, countless demon beasts would sacrifice themselves for the 'king'.

"Let's go, I'll take you out for a feast to celebrate."

"Even better!"

Zhiyu waved her little fists.

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