Celestial Master： I Have an Otherworld-Chapter 237 - 84: Profound Fire Twelve True - s (Part 2)

The strength of the effect caused Fang Zheng to be slightly taken aback. It was as if something dawned on him, as his eyes suddenly erupted with intense fighting spirit.

"Hmm?"

The Daoist squinted:

"Martial Dao Will!"

Those who pursue the Dao dislike martial artists who comprehend the Martial Dao Will the most, as such individuals possess the power to break techniques, greatly diminishing the potency of magic on them.

However...

It's just a mere martial artist!

Seeing Fang Zheng charging forward with his saber, the Daoist flicked his sleeve again. A pitch-black gourd floated from his waist, and its mouth opened.

"Poof!"

Streaks of fire shot out from the gourd's mouth.

In the blink of an eye,

there were already more than ten of them.

The streaks of fire wove into a net in mid-air, covering all directions, rushing toward the advancing Fang Zheng, sealing off his path of retreat.

Upon closer inspection,

those streaks of fire turned out to be palm-sized Fire Crows, but because of their incredible speed, they appeared as fire streaks.

The Fire Crows fluttered and lunged forward fiercely.

"Boom!"

"Crackle..."

The aura around Fang Zheng surged violently, as the Supreme Yang Thunder True Intent erupted forcefully, causing the flock of incoming Fire Crows to freeze abruptly.

Even their flame forms became unstable.

His forward momentum increased tremendously, and in the blink of an eye, he charged over ten meters, the saber blade reflecting a sharp, chilling glint.

Bad!

He's a Martial Artist!

The Daoist's eyes narrowed, his face showing shock. Without time to think, he quickly executed a Finger Technique, causing the black gourd in front of him to spew out flames violently.

"Zheng..."

The sound of the saber hummed softly.

Like muffled thunder resonating between heaven and earth, an electric light suddenly tore through the flames in front.

One-Character Heart-Clearing Slash!

The saber light struck the black gourd, slicing it away. Just as it was about to make contact with the Daoist, a wisp of black smoke appeared out of nowhere.

It was the bizarre Magical Artifact that had severely injured Households Commander Ming.

Fang Zheng's eyes sharpened, and he shouted loudly. The Thunder-Invoking Technique activated the dormant Power of Thunder within him, as this slash approached the limits of a Minor Cycle Martial Artist.

"Dang..."

When the saber light met the black smoke, it produced an ear-splitting sound of metal clashing.

Visible airwaves erupted from the point of contact; dust flew up, and leaves scattered, causing both figures to momentarily pause.

In the next moment.

"Bang!"

Fang Zheng was flung high into the air and fell heavily to the ground. Even the long saber in his hand was thrown away, leaving him briefly dazed and deafened.

In terms of strength,

he was ultimately quite lacking.

On the other side.

The Daoist's smile froze, a slight bulge appeared on his forehead, and a bloodstained steel needle pierced through the skin, emerging quietly from his skull.

Behind him,

five Resentful Souls converged into a Ghost Claw, gripping a steel needle and stabbing fiercely at the back of his head.

"Urgh..."

The Daoist's body swayed, his face showing reluctance. He wanted to turn around but ultimately lacked the strength, collapsing heavily to the ground with no life left.

"Phew..."

Fang Zheng propped himself up, gasping for air, as the lines on his wrist quietly recovered. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

He had already been prepared to run, fortunately, the Resentful Ghosts were formidable, and of course, the Daoist's attention was entirely drawn to the front.

Otherwise...

He would have had to run!

"Damn!"

Fang Zheng shook his hand, showing a look of lingering fear:

"This guy wasn't even a Mage?"

When the saber shattered the flames just now, he sensed something wrong. A Mage's magic shouldn't be so easily broken, only a Warlock would be like this.

"Not being a Mage was already so troublesome. If he were a Mage, how terrible would it be?"

Facing someone who practices martial arts, even if he couldn't win, he could find a chance to escape. But when facing a Mage, escape was nearly impossible.

A Mage's spells are cast with just a thought, covering dozens of meters, and the speed is horrifyingly fast.

Escape?

Where would you run to?

One could only fight desperately.

Fortunately, though the opponent's methods were impressive, he was not a Mage. The reason he could cast spells without incantations must have been due to something else.

Moreover,

the Daoist's body was very fragile.

The defense of his physique was not even as strong as a Second Blood Martial Artist. If it were a Martial Artist, a surprise attack by the Resentful Soul would not have been fatal.

"The Power of Thunder, being Supreme Yang, also has the effect of breaking techniques. The Gourd Magical Artifact could be sliced away with one strike, but it was that eerie black smoke..."

Fang Zheng stood up, shook his head, and stepped toward the Daoist's corpse.

With a casual rummage, he revealed a look of joy on his face.

Jackpot!

Although the Daoist did not carry a money pouch, everything on him was extremely extraordinary, some things couldn't even be valued with gold and silver.

The Daoist Robe was a Magical Artifact, comparable to carrying a simple Magic Altar, its grade far surpassed the one Zhang Mingrui wore; the High Crown could stabilize the spirit, making common soul-attacking Secret Techniques useless in the face of the High Crown.

Even those Yin Yang Boots seemed to carry a hint of Pure Spirit Energy.

The opponent was equipped with game-breaking buffs, no wonder he wasn't a Mage, yet his abilities were remarkable.

"Profound Fire Twelve True Chapters!"

"Magic!"

Holding the Secret Manual, Fang Zheng's eyes trembled, nearly crying with joy. He'd finally acquired a superior technique after being in the Otherworld for so long.

"What a good man..."

"Killing so many people, you're the first to carry a Cultivation Technique with you."

Furthermore, the black-skinned gourd that spewed flames had a crack, rendering it incomplete, no knowing if it was still usable.

The eerie black smoke also revealed its true form.

It was actually a section of leg bone.

The leg bone's origin was unknown, crystalline as jade, with subtle engravings etched on its surface, weighing heavily in hand.

This thing...

Could it really be refined into a Magical Artifact?

After stabilizing his spirit, Fang Zheng hurriedly took anything usable, wrapped them in a piece of cloth, and swiftly left the scene.

......

"Bang!"

"Crack..."

The beam cracked, and the house teetered on the brink of collapse.

Fang Zheng swiftly darted through, frowning as he surveyed the entire city from mid-air.

Today,

seemed far more chaotic than usual.

Since the Anxi Army garrisoned Gu'an County, such a situation where fire erupted everywhere hadn't occurred, as if various forces simultaneously launched a counterattack.