HBWnovel Chapter 65 He didn't even qualify to be a punching bag.
Chapter 65 He didn't even qualify to be a punching bag.
The sky was filled with pale yellow spots of light, like a torrential rain, which pelted down on the blue brick floor of the Zhao family's old house.
Before the fragments even hit the ground, they turned into wisps of white smoke and vanished completely.
The miniature Sumeru Bagua formation shattered.
Outside the threshold of the main hall, Zhao Changhe remained looking up, his neck stiff as a rusty iron axle.
He made a hissing sound like a bellows in his throat. His eyes almost bulged out of their sockets.
That was the Zhao family's greatest trump card, the one that had allowed them to establish themselves in Yanjing for over a century. Even the artillery fire of the Eight-Nation Alliance couldn't leave a single white mark on that shield.
Now, he was smashed into dust by that canvas-shoe-wearing boy in the sky with a single punch.
The seven Grandmasters of the Divine Realm and the Sect Leader of the Xuanmen standing behind Zhao Changhe were all rooted to the spot.
The overwhelming force of the impact that had just struck them surged back into the meridians of the seven people through the array's connecting points.
Three elderly men in martial arts training uniforms, all at the Divine Realm level, simultaneously clutched their chests and coughed up large mouthfuls of black blood mixed with fragments of internal organs.
"Don't just stand there!"
The bald old man, who was holding prayer beads in his hand, was the first to catch his breath. He bit his tongue sharply, forcibly calming his churning blood.
"Even if he started practicing martial arts from the womb and could shatter the Sumeru Array with a single punch, he would have completely depleted his internal energy! He's just an empty shell now! Let's capture him alive and extract his secrets through interrogation!"
People die for wealth. Birds die for food.
The bald old man's words directly struck a nerve with the greed of the remaining six people.
A technique capable of shattering the Kunlun Formation Plate with a single punch. If they could seize it, not only Yanjing, but all the hidden forces on Earth would have to bow down to them.
"Amitabha! May evil spirits die!"
The bald old man roared and suddenly flicked his wrist.
The string of century-old Bodhi seeds, which he had nurtured for sixty years with divine energy, began to crack under the strain.
The 108 prayer beads instantly snapped from their connecting ice silk threads, transforming into 108 golden streaks of light. Accompanied by piercing sonic booms, they rained down upon Lu Yuan in mid-air.
Each bead carries terrifying kinetic energy enough to pierce the steel plates of an armored vehicle.
The two Taoist sect leaders next to them were not idle either.
The two simultaneously pulled out three sheets of yellow paper covered in cinnabar from their sleeves. They bit their middle fingers and quickly drew a bloody mark on each sheet.
"Nine Heavens Mystic Thunder, heed my command! Descend!"
The six talismans spontaneously combusted in mid-air without any wind.
The once clear sky instantly darkened. Several thick, purple bolts of lightning churned violently within the clouds, striking straight at Lu Yuan's crown.
The physical strangulation of the Divine Realm martial artist, combined with the magical bombardment from the Xuanmen sect leader.
This is already the most advanced killing formation that can be put together on Earth.
Zhao Changhe wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, staring intently at the white figure in mid-air.
He simply didn't believe it. This kid really could withstand a combined attack of that level.
midair.
Lu Yuan didn't even blink.
He watched the golden prayer beads hurtling towards him with sonic booms. He then glanced up at the few illusory purple lightning bolts overhead.
"Is that all the ability you have? You dare to call yourself a god?"
Lu Yuan shook his head, his tone filled with deep disappointment.
"The watchdogs of the Qi Refining stage in the cultivation world bark louder than you."
Lu Yuan neither dodged nor erected any defensive aura.
He casually raised his right hand and gently blew on the 108 Bodhi seeds that had hit his face.
"call--"
There were no strong winds. There were no gusts of air.
It was just an extremely bland breath.
But those 108 incredibly hard Bodhi seeds, upon contact with this breath, offered not even the slightest resistance.
It weathered into the finest powder directly in mid-air.
The bald old man remained in the posture of swinging the prayer beads. The ferocity on his face had not yet faded.
The white figure suddenly vanished from his sight.
next second.
A slender, pale hand pierced through space and landed directly on the bald old man's crown.
"You bald monk. You talk too much nonsense."
Lu Yuan's voice rang in the bald old man's ears.
"Snap"
A dull thud, like a watermelon falling to the ground.
The bald old man's head, along with his upper body, was smashed into a bloody pulp by this incomprehensible force.
The red and white paste splattered all over the two Taoist sect leaders next to him.
Those thick, purple lightning bolts finally arrived, striking Lu Yuan on the back.
"Boom!"
A flash of lightning erupted. The blinding arc of electricity illuminated the entire courtyard.
Before the two Taoist sect leaders could even rejoice, their eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.
The lightning dissipated.
Lu Yuan's cheap white casual wear didn't even have a hole in it.
He turned his head and looked at the two middle-aged men in Taoist robes who were trembling like leaves.
"You call this thunder magic?"
Lu Yuan extended a finger. A faint arc of pure white electricity flickered at the fingertip.
That wasn't lightning from Earth. It was the remnant of divine lightning from the Nine Heavens, left behind by a Mahayana cultivator during their tribulation.
"Let me teach you what thunder really is."
Lu Yuan flicked his finger.
The pure white arc of electricity slowly flew towards the two Taoist sect leaders.
Before the two could even utter a word of begging for mercy, they were grazed by the edge of their Taoist robes by that arc of electricity.
There was no explosion. There was no sound.
Two living people, along with their magical artifacts, bones, and flesh, were instantly vaporized into nothingness in a tenth of a second.
Not even a handful of ashes remained.
The wind in the yard stopped.
All that remained was blood flowing from the cracks in the blue brick floor tiles, emitting a pungent, fishy smell.
The remaining four experts were completely devastated.
Their pride in their cultivation level, their lofty status—they were utterly meaningless before this young man. They were nothing but a joke.
"escape!"
Someone shouted, and the four of them scattered in four different directions, frantically running away with all their might.
Lu Yuan stood still. He had no interest in chasing after him.
He simply squeezed the right hand of the bald old man he had just crushed lightly in mid-air.
"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Four plumes of blood mist exploded simultaneously in the four corners of the Zhao family's old house.
Under the complete and unobstructed gaze of divine sense, for a Mahayana-stage immortal to crush a few mortals equivalent to the Qi Refining stage would be easier than stepping on a few ants.
In front of the grand main hall, only Zhao Changhe stood alone.
His legs were completely numb. A large yellow stain had seeped from his crotch, dripping onto the ground.
The head of the most prestigious family in Yanjing was terrified.