A Long Grind to Daoist Monarch-Chapter 138 - 118: Never Speak of Revenge

"What are you looking at?"

"Looking at you, so what?"

This back-and-forth instantly ignited a tense, confrontational atmosphere.

Zhu Shou Rang, standing in the hallway, was surprised as well. Who is this person? He looks like a stranger!

Is there anyone in Black River County more arrogant than He Jingfeng?

He glanced at the ordinary attire, smirked, dug his toes into the ground, and shot forward like an arrow!

Crack, as his muscles and bones tensed and released, he charged straight at Bai Qi like a tiger descending the mountain.

He attacked with a fierce, close-quarters style.

With an elbow thrust, aimed right at the heart!

Just a glance, and he's ready to take a life?

If this hit landed solidly, the internal organs would burst, causing blood to spew out and death on the spot!

"This little bastard strikes hard!"

Bai Qi raised his eyebrows, the power of Dragon Palm surged through his body, his spine arched like a drawn bow, and his five fingers turned like a huge seal, with a charge as explosive as thunder, stepping lightly forward with horse stance!

Uncle Yang, standing next to He Jingfeng, narrowed his pupils and his eyes lit up:

"Dragon form! Horse stance! Such profound skill!"

He could see clearly, although Bai Qilang's palm strike had not yet been unleashed, it had a faint, rolling thunder-like vibration.

His frame, like a jade tree adorned with treasure, shook slightly, muscles and tendons tightened, and power flowed throughout his body, connecting everything!

Like wind blowing a great tree, creating a wondrous feeling of agility and change!

Without years of diligent study, there would be no such masterful timing!

"Also a One-Practice Perfect!"

Zhu Shou Rang's eyelid twitched, seeing the momentum of the boy's move, he knew he had underestimated him, but the fierce palm wind that could peel skin was already upon him, too late to retreat.

Bam!

Bai Qi's swift palm struck heavily upon the hard elbow coming like a spear, with a sound like striking a sandbag!

Zhu Shou Rang sucked in a breath, the thick muscles feeling like being stabbed with needles!

He was extremely surprised; he himself had a One-Practice Perfect Golden Flesh and Jade Veins, his muscles as tough as tanned leather, yet it couldn't withstand it?

Could such a poverty-stricken backwater like Black River County nurture a lurking flood dragon?

A wise man does not take immediate losses!

Zhu Shou Rang immediately wanted to retreat, but he didn't know that Dragon Palm's fearsome aspect was in the swiftness of Dragon Claw, Serpent Waist, and Shuttle Step.

Each move released swiftly, with the fierceness of thunder!

Moreover, with the support of Arhat Hand's horse stance, the force within Bai Qi surged like a runaway stallion, immediately pressing the attack.

He casually crossed two steps, swift as chasing wind and moon, seizing maneuvering space, forcing Zhu Shou Rang into a dead end.

Boom!

His large hand slowly opened, as if to crush the opponent's head directly!

Don't hit the face!

Zhu Shou Rang had never suffered such humiliation; it felt as if wind and thunder exploded in his ears, his qi and blood surged, his face flushed.

Strong arms thrust upward, both hands hastily raised, planning to block Bai Qi's fierce attack!

Bam!

Another loud crash!

Two forces collided, stirring the air with such force that it felt like hundreds of tiny snakes hissing and howling!

The whole corridor was swept by the chilly sound of wind!

"What a heavy-handed technique this boy has! Such fierce strength!"

Zhu Shou Rang's arms hurt immensely, his thick tendons tore, almost causing him to spit blood.

But what he couldn't accept was that even with all his might, he couldn't fend off Bai Qi's move.

He felt like his whole body was hammered like a wooden stake, breaking the hard floorboards.

Crash!

His legs bent, forced into a kneeling position!

"You..."

Zhu Shou Rang's face flushed red, feeling deeply humiliated.

But Bai Qi utterly ignored it, with a reversed move of Silk Binding Strength, his muscles and tendons exerted force, instantly breaking through the defense.

With a snap of his fingers, like playing a lute, instantly leaving several bloody scratches on the face of this excessively arrogant brat!

"Lao Ou!"

Zhu Shou Rang's neck veins bulged, blue and black, like an enraged serpent.

"Calling your dad won't help!"

Bai Qi always followed his master's teachings, never holding back in a fight, his palms like a dragon emerging from water, pressing lightly on the chest.

Bam!

Zhu Shou Rang's body shook violently, as if his tendons were removed, making him unable to stand.

He was abruptly tossed, thudding heavily against the solid wall of the hallway.

Sticking there for several moments, before sliding down limply.

"Wulang!"

In a few brief moves, seemingly slow but swift as lightning, the moment Fifth Young Master's shout rang out, the gray-robed elder blocked at the door by Uncle Yang only had time to step forward, a fierce glint in his eyes!

"Seeking death!"

Suddenly, powerful qi and blood condensed into substance, like flowing water surrounding him, a terrifying aura rising, like a great demon from the mountains ready to devour!

"Can't win so you call for help! Shameless!"

A chill surged up Bai Qi's back, he twisted his waist, slithered like a snake, darting ten steps away, ready to break the railing and leap away.

The words "My master is Ninghai Zen" were already in his throat, always ready to save his life!

The loyal old servant of Zhu Shou Rang had a strong killing intent, breathing deeply, his heart pounding like a drum, instantly pushing his power to ten-tenths!

His breath echoed like thunder!

The move once used by the Red Eyebrow Bandits' second-in-command, Blood Vajra, was being unleashed by him!

If this breath, like a fearsome white line cutting like a flying sword, burst out, even Second-Stage Perfection of Mercury Blood Silver Marrow couldn't withstand it.

But in the crucial moment, He Jingfeng shouted loudly:

"He's Ninghai Zen's disciple!"

What?

Ninghai Zen?

Disciple?

Right!

He just used the Five Grand Captures!

Lao Ou was shocked, thoughts flashing quickly.

Immediately, it felt like he was doused with cold water, his blazing fury extinguished in an instant, disappearing without a trace!

His eyes strained, hair standing on end, his opening and closing mouth suddenly shut!

With a tightening of his internal organs, compressing his qi and blood power, his thunderous breath was forcibly swallowed back!

"He's a tough one!"

Uncle Yang clicked his tongue, thinking about it was like swallowing a whole bundle of blasting thunder rods! The sensation was more intense than he dared to imagine!

"Pfft!"

Lao Ou clutched his chest, staggering, groaning softly, his internal organs in turmoil, nearly harming his core.

Yet in his eyes, there was a sense of relief from a narrow escape, almost causing a great disaster!

"I want his life! Lao Ou, beat this boy to death for me!"

All of Zhu Shou Rang's bones felt disjointed, eyes red as he glared at Bai Qi; hearing Ninghai Zen's name, he roared like a young beast:

"Kill him! I want his life!"

Lao Ou wiped away the blood from his mouth, quickly helping up the fallen Fifth Young Master, then covered his mouth tightly.

"You absolutely mustn't say such a thing! The feud between the Zhu Family and Ninghai Zen was settled ten years ago! Fifth Young Master, you must not harbor thoughts of revenge, otherwise… the head of the family will definitely punish you severely!"