With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal-Chapter 602 - 547: Transcendent Power! My Home Is Gone! The Grandmaster’s Request!

Chapter 602: Chapter 547: Transcendent Power! My Home Is Gone! The Grandmaster’s Request!

Like wrapping steel cables around a dark load-bearing pillar, it was truly ferocious!

Everyone saw that at this moment, Liao Qing’s arm, when compared to Meng Chuan’s...

Was like comparing small and great witches!

Whether Meng Chuan possesses transcendent wisdom is a matter of debate.

But transcendent strength... is certainly beyond doubt!

Liao Yuan understood why Liao Chen was willing to hand over the captainship to this young lad.

Based on this skill alone, he is more than qualified to be captain.

The hidden power in this palm strike was like lightning striking a gate, followed by a vast tide of power washing away everything in its path.

The faces of the three monks twitched slightly, involuntarily turning towards Liao Qing’s side.

The trees also turned their "heads" and suddenly toppled in the opposite direction.

There was a ripping sound from the roots, and they were nearly pulled from the earth by Meng Chuan’s palm wind.

The Demon Suppressing Thunder True Qi was activated, replacing the palm with—[Sinking Boat Rock]!

Limit-Breaking Level’s Shaking River Eight Extremes, a true skill killing move!

At the moment of the palm meeting, Liao Qing’s pupils couldn’t help but meet Meng Chuan’s gaze.

Only to see a pair of golden eyes, dazzling and majestic, penetrating through the mind.

"Defeated..."

In the instant of contact, Liao Qing’s gaze was thrown upwards.

Seeing only the last light of the setting sun, while a deafening roar echoed in his ears.

The spiritual tortoise desperately resisted on its back, but to no avail.

Muddy gullies furrowed under his heels, as if to plow two acres for Liao Chen’s courtyard.

The red tiger roared wildly, half its body reaching out from the waist, its hooked claws glinting with a cold light, only managing to tear Meng Chuan’s clothes, leaving diagonal fractures.

Meng Chuan’s feet didn’t move, his figure was unscathed, completely unharmed.

Liao Qing’s posture couldn’t hold, continuously retreating until his back slammed against a high wall pillar, allowing him to finally catch his breath.

"Huff... puff..."

Liao Qing panted heavily, his right palm bleeding but slowly healing.

Glancing down for a moment, his heart sank.

The other was rooted in the ground, immovable.

The distinction in power was clear!

Liao Qing lowered his eyebrows and eyes, sitting under the tree, taking a few deep breaths.

He looked up at Meng Chuan and unexpectedly laughed:

"No falsehoods, Liao Chen the fat monk isn’t your equal, and neither am I. A body at the second limit is both admirable and fearsome..."

Liao Chen remained unresponsive at the mention of his name, simply looking bewildered.

Only staring blankly at the courtyard wall, as if he already knew what would happen next...

Lo and behold!

With Meng Chuan’s stance, standing firm in the earth, a booming sound echoed around.

The surrounding walls belatedly crashed down.

A gust of wind rustled the monks’ robes, and the dust couldn’t settle.

"My...courtyard!"

Liao Chen sat slumped in his chair, looking helpless.

The two had sparred, Meng Chuan unharmed, and Liao Qing’s hand quickly healed.

Considering this, it seems the only one truly hurt was himself...

Liao Qing was not the captain to begin with, so there was nothing to lose or worry about.

But he had truly lost his home...

Damn!

...

In the pit.

Upon a thought, Meng Chuan used Earth Qi to clear away all the dust.

As the dust settled, he found all the monks looking at him, especially the mourning expression on Liao Chen’s fat face...

Meng Chuan embarrassedly smiled, jumped out of the pit.

Looking at the aftermath of his clash with Liao Qing, he felt quite sorry.

Now, his strength far surpasses his past self.

With transcendent power enhancing him, his actions were like a supercharged excavator, and his destructive power was terrifying.

"I’m sorry... Master Chen, name a price and I’ll compensate..."

His aura was too wild, with the release of a palm breaking through the surrounding walls.

No point in arguing, just compensate...

At most, it’s a few million, as his video channel grows ever larger, he now has plenty of money.

Amounts less than a billion are just trivial...

Liao Qing stood up, quickly speaking:

"The duel was at this poor monk’s request, as for the repair costs of this fat monk’s courtyard, leave it to this poor monk, Donor Meng needn’t worry."

Upon hearing this, Liao Chen didn’t mind, so long as someone pays...

Meng Chuan glanced at the tall, thin monk, showing a slight smile.

"Alright, let it be handled by Master Liao Qing, I won’t interfere."

This monk was indeed straightforward, the amount wasn’t large, so Meng Chuan willingly agreed.

It’s only to be expected that top talents, selected and recorded into the nation’s talent pool, excel in all aspects.

Seeing the responsibility settled, Liao Chen forced a smile, inviting everyone to eat:

"Alright, come inside to taste Buddha’s handiwork...or whatever it was going to be!"

But the brick house behind had also been destroyed by the palm wind, reduced to rubble...

Seeing this, Meng Chuan hastily raised his hand apologetically:

"Masters, let’s happily go wherever, it’s my treat!"

Glancing again at his kitchen, now collapsed along with the lodging.

Liao Chen gasped heavily, gritting his teeth:

"Amitabha, today I shall eat you into poverty..."

...

Returning from the restaurant to the courtyard at nine at night.

Meng Chuan looked up, the leaden clouds making the night appear even darker.

A faint rumble of thunder murmured behind the clouds.

His mood, like a small cat, scratched the air, stirred up a mass of moisture.

Tonight seems to promise torrential rain.

Feeling slightly overstuffed, Meng Chuan rubbed his belly.

First to digest, then to practice martial arts.

Gastric acid churned, digesting the meal, transforming it into small streams of energy feeding his body.

Though not as pure as the energy of heaven and earth, after treating the four monks, he couldn’t fall behind...

Seeing the weather uncooperative, Meng Chuan returned indoors to practice his skills.

Sitting cross-legged on the floor, a thought suddenly occurred to him: