Celestial Master： I Have an Otherworld-Chapter 236 - 84: Profound Fire Twelve True - s

Chapter 236: Chapter 84: Profound Fire Twelve True Chapters

The ones engaging Households Commander Ming are two Martial Artists, one is definitely an expert from the Beggar Gang, swinging a Cyan Bamboo Staff with ferocity.

The other is dressed as a scholar, holding a Jade Flute, none other than Chen Mubai whom Fang Zheng met once.

This person,

seems to have some relationship with Jiu Niang from the Ten Thousand Treasures Pavilion.

The Jade Flute in Chen Mubai’s hand releases a piercing shriek, the sound waves leave deep marks on the walls and rocks they touch.

Sound Wave Skill?

Such a Dharma Gate actually exists in the Otherworld!

Today, Households Commander Ming has no horse under him, his combat strength has visibly decreased, barely holding up under the assault of two Martial Artists.

"You have a lot of nerve!"

Swinging the Giant Sword, cutting off the incoming sound waves, Households Commander Ming grits his teeth and growls:

"Assassinating an Imperial Court official carries the crime of exterminating nine generations. Don’t think that mastering True Qi will let you escape the wide-reaching law of the Imperial Court!"

"Heh..." Chen Mubai chuckles lightly:

"If you could exterminate my nine generations, I would be more than happy."

"Ming Yanfei, today is your death day!"

The Beggar Gang Martial Artist murmurs as the Cyan Bamboo Staff deploys the Snake-Extinguishing Staff Technique, the staff transforms into a green shadow, fiercely targeting Households Commander Ming’s vital points ’Feng Mansion’, ’Dazhui’, ’Spirit Platform’, ’Xuanshu’ as well as several large acupoints.

His staff is swift and forceful, the places he strikes are all vital spots of the human body; just one hit is enough to be lethal.

Fortunately, although his methods are effective, Households Commander Ming is also competent.

The Giant Sword like a doorpanel dances in his hands, tightly sealing off any defense, even the sound waves can’t get close, let alone the staff shadows.

"Where are Households Commander Ming’s men?"

Fang Zheng hiding in the shadows, furrows his brow:

"The Anxi Army never acts alone, not to mention Households Commander Ming always wears armor, his daily activities supported by those around him."

"Now..."

"Where have they gone?"

This is perplexing, but Fang Zheng has no plans to reveal himself, he’s fully aware that although he possesses True Qi, his foundation is too shallow.

Moreover, he hasn’t formally practiced True Qi Martial Arts, his strength is weaker than that of a normal Martial Artist.

"My way is Vajra."

Under his mask, Households Commander Ming’s eyes focus, he murmurs lowly:

"Eight Combinations..."

"Qi!"

"Boom!"

An aura far surpassing the previous ones surges from his body, the massive force field sweeps away the fallen leaves from the ground, the Giant Sword in his hand becomes light as grass.

Speed and strength sharply increase.

He’s going all out!

The Beggar Gang Martial Artist and Chen Mubai also show seriousness, each deploying Secret Technique, their staff and flute somehow converge in force.

The terrifying giant power bursts into the air.

The three are like ferocious beasts rampaging through a field of wheat, leaving grass and trees flat wherever they pass, even the nearby courtyard walls and houses suffer.

Walls collapse, houses crumble, dust and smoke surge.

Fang Zheng crawls on the ground, silently thankful for his decision.

Indeed.

The current him is still unqualified to get involved in this level of battle, even if he gave his all, it may not make much of a difference.

Hmm?

No!

"Whoosh!"

A wisp of black smoke rises from the ground, like a nimble fish plunging into the whirlpool of their battle, gently colliding with Households Commander Ming’s armor.

"Bang!"

The impact isn’t loud, yet clearly audible.

Households Commander Ming protected by armor jolts violently, his whole body as if struck by a cannonball, retreats sternly.

His feet dig into the ground, plowing two long furrows over ten meters long before finally stopping.

"Pfft!"

Under the mask, a spray of blood mist.

His clear and bright eyes suddenly dim.

A Magical Artifact!

Fang Zheng’s eyes flicker.

Households Commander Ming also has Martial Dao Will, his every move carries Breaking Technique power, yet he was seriously injured by a lightweight Magical Artifact.

How was this achieved?

"Bang!"

The ground trembles, the gravely wounded Households Commander Ming springs up, the heavy armor making him nimble like a flying butterfly, dodging the artifact as he retreats.

"Trying to escape?"

The Beggar Gang Martial Artist rushes forward with his staff.

Chen Mubai silently chases after.

The three leave, leaving the scene momentarily still, with only the eerie black smoke silently floating in the air, slowly descending to a part of the ruins.

"Hoo..."

A soft breeze sways, a figure emerges in the scene.

The newcomer wears a High Crown, a Daoist Robe, and Yin Yang Boots, dressed as a Daoist, standing with hands behind, letting the black smoke gently settle behind him.

"Taking a hit from me and still having strength to escape, truly worthy of a Qilin Child of the Ming Family, but alas, under our pursuit, how long can you flee?"

The Daoist mutters two sentences, steps forward intending to act, suddenly pauses, and then thoughtfully glances at the collapsed wall not far away.

"Heh..."

"There’s still a rat hiding."

With a light chuckle, he flicks his finger.

"Whoosh!"

A Spirit Talisman flashes out from his sleeve, transforming into a bowl-sized Flame Golden Lotus, shooting towards the collapsed wall in the ruins.

The Flame Golden Lotus moves like lightning, upon penetrating soil its leaves spin rapidly, akin to a drill digging inwards.

"Bang!"

The soil explodes, a figure leaps out, dashing far away.

"Hmm?"

The Daoist raises his brows slightly, seemingly surprised his casual strike forced out a Blood Martial Artist, and lightly laughs, reciting a Spell:

"Fire Separation - Chaotic Dance!"

With a casual flick of his long sleeve, several Flamed fists shoot forth, spinning chaotically in midair, towards the escaping figure.

The flames, the size of fists, move like Powerful Arrows, far faster than running speed.

Damn!

Fang Zheng curses internally, realizing escape is now impossible, abruptly turns and brandishes his saber, a Sword Intent that can destroy everything bursts forth.

The Long Saber meets the flames, Martial Dao Will first extinguishes the controlling element within the flames.

"Pfft!"

Like extinguishing a fire without a root.

The flames silently vanish.