C632 – The Strange Zhang Hao
The abrupt arrival of the hefty man caught Chen Ming off guard.
His sudden presence was utterly unexpected; there had been no indication of him prior to this moment.
This suggested that his strength surpassed theirs.
Chen Ming and the Third Bull gazed at the imposing figure, their mouths agape, eyes widened, almost on the verge of disbelief.
“Moo!”
The Third Bull nudged Chen Ming, hinting that the figure before them bore a striking resemblance to their master.
Chen Ming gestured for the Third Bull to refrain from such notions; he could discern it for himself.
The resemblance was uncanny, as if they were cut from the same cloth.
Could this person possibly be his master’s father?
This realization caused Chen Ming, who had been prepared to attack, to pause. Furthermore, this individual’s sudden appearance warranted curiosity; he too wished to discern the man’s intentions.
Regarding their own safety, they harbored no concerns. However, the hand clutching the painting betrayed signs of perspiration.
“Where the hell did you come from? What’s the issue?” cursed one of the men from the Purple Mountain.
Acting swiftly, the Purple Mountain faction moved before the Mystic Heavenly Sect could react, firmly latching onto the latter’s influence and exploiting every conceivable opportunity.
Chen Ming and the Third Bull exchanged a glance, recognizing the perilous situation unfolding.
Moreover, this conduct couldn’t be labeled as reckless.
Even without discerning the opponent’s aura, one could perceive the peculiarity in their demeanor.
Ouyang Jingtian remained silent, signaling for the other members of the Mystic Heavenly Sect to do the same. Evidently, he expected the overzealous individuals from the Purple Mountain to defend them.
The benevolent individuals from the Purple Mountain didn’t disappoint. Their leader took a stride forward, raised a hand, and delivered a punch towards the approaching adversaries.
Chen Ming and the Third Bull promptly retrieved their chairs, melon seeds, and Coke, observing the unfolding spectacle as the brash individuals from the Purple Mountain courted their own demise.
The men from the Purple Mountain exuded unparalleled dominance, rupturing the fabric of space with a single hand and aiming a punch at their opponent’s head.
Their fist carried a formidable force of the Great Dao, accompanied by a resounding explosion echoing from the Void.
Gazing at the approaching fist, Zhang Hao’s expression turned somewhat vacant. He scrutinized his assailant and inquired, “Are you also affiliated with the Mystic Heavenly Sect?”
“We have no association with the Mystic Heavenly Sect. We simply find you detestable…”
“Bang!”
Before the man could utter another word, a muffled explosion rent the air, disintegrating his entire body into powder.
Zhang Hao cast a cold gaze upon the individuals from Purple Mountain. “I seek those affiliated with the Mystic Heavenly Sect. If you are not, why impede my progress?”
This sudden development left all onlookers stunned.
Beads of cold sweat formed on Ouyang Jingtian’s brow, a chill coursing from the crown of his head down his spine.
Despite the individual from Purple Mountain lacking formidable strength and high standing, he remained a Peak of Great Tao Martial Cultivator.
Though capable of dispatching this man, doing so wouldn’t come as effortlessly.
What’s more, he hadn’t even perceived Zhang Hao’s attack.
What did this imply?
It signified his adversary’s superiority in strength.
Ouyang Jingtian’s heart pounded suddenly as he cursed inwardly.
“Damn it, who are you?”
“How dare you assail me in the presence of Mystic Heavenly Sect members? Have you no regard for me, Ouyang Eldest Senior Brother?”
“Why waste breath on him? There’s no need for Eldest Senior Brother to act. Allow me.”
His junior brothers’ words left Ouyang Jingtian so petrified he nearly collapsed.
This time, he was utterly defeated.
He had been brutally slain by these wretches.
Ouyang Jingtian, without uttering another word, pivoted and ruptured the Void, aiming to flee.
“Are you affiliated with the Mystic Heavenly Sect?”
Seizing Ouyang Jingtian’s wrist, Zhang Hao emanated a formidable consuming energy from his being.
In the succeeding moment, Chen Ming and his companions beheld a startling sight.
They witnessed Ouyang Jingtian’s form quiver. In an instant, he transformed into a lifeless husk, resembling a statue, with despair and defiance etched in his eyes.
Chen Ming and the Third Bull were gripped with fear, hastening to gather their belongings.
Following the absorption of Ouyang Jingtian’s vital energy, Zhang Hao shut his eyes, engrossed in silent contemplation.
After a brief interval, he unveiled his eyes, a luminous gleam passing through them.
His regard towards the chosen ones underwent a shift, akin to viewing a platter of vegetables.
“This…”
“Senior Brother!”
“Escape!”
Some members of the Mystic Heavenly Sect stood stupefied, rooted in place, while others swiftly departed without hesitation.
However, with Zhang Hao’s presence, evasion seemed futile.
A dense aura of death emanated, creating a barrier spanning a hundred-mile radius.
Vines sprouted from Zhang Hao’s form, extending toward all present.
“Curses!”
Chen Ming and Third Bull were taken aback by the sudden appearance of the vines. They had mocked the Mystic Heavenly Sect moments before, only to find themselves under attack soon after.
“Clang, clang, clang!”
Third Bull swiftly produced a bell, hovering it over its head. Beams of light cascaded down, forming a protective shield. When the vines clashed with the beams, metallic reverberations echoed.
Chen Ming retrieved a long spear from his back and thrust it into the ground. A violent shockwave emanated from him, repelling the encroaching vines.
However, the individuals from the Purple Mountain and Mystic Heavenly Sect lacked the strength to resist. In an instant, they were ensnared by the vines, morphing into wooden sculptures.
Zhang Hao’s Qi surged erratically, visibly intensifying.
“Third Bull, flee!”
Chen Ming bellowed at Third Bull, who nodded vigorously. Together, they breached the deathly barrier, tore through the Void, and attempted to flee.
Zhang Hao hadn’t anticipated someone could thwart his assault. Gazing at Chen Ming and the Third Bull, he quickly deduced it was the long spear and the bell that had nullified his power.
With a wave of his hand, to the horror of Chen Ming and the Third Bull, the long spear and the bell were now in Zhang Hao’s possession.
Chen Ming and the Third Bull were petrified, nearly losing control of their bladders.
It was all over. This time, they were utterly defeated.
They couldn’t match their opponent’s prowess.
Before the other, they were as feeble as ants.
Chen Ming and the Third Bull exchanged glances and wordlessly relinquished the calligraphy and painting they held.
Zhang Hao inspected the long spear and bell in confusion, sensing their familiar aura.
“Weng!”
The calligraphy and painting unfurled, revealing a Void rift that abruptly enveloped Zhang Hao.
In the ensuing moment, Chen Ming and the Third Bull witnessed a sight etched into their memories forever.
They observed the Void cracks traversing Zhang Hao’s form, conspicuously avoiding direct contact as if his existence were forbidden.
Unperturbed by the ominous Void fractures, Zhang Hao calmly regarded the long spear and bell in his grasp.
Suddenly, much to the astonishment of Chen Ming and the Third Bull, he returned the long spear and bell to them.
“You…”
Before Zhang Hao could complete his sentence, he turned and vanished, leaving Chen Ming and the Third Bull bewildered, grappling with the enigma of what transpired.
C632 – The Strange Zhang Hao
The abrupt arrival of the hefty man caught Chen Ming off guard.
His sudden presence was utterly unexpected; there had been no indication of him prior to this moment.
This suggested that his strength surpassed theirs.
Chen Ming and the Third Bull gazed at the imposing figure, their mouths agape, eyes widened, almost on the verge of disbelief.
“Moo!”
The Third Bull nudged Chen Ming, hinting that the figure before them bore a striking resemblance to their master.
Chen Ming gestured for the Third Bull to refrain from such notions; he could discern it for himself.
The resemblance was uncanny, as if they were cut from the same cloth.
Could this person possibly be his master’s father?
This realization caused Chen Ming, who had been prepared to attack, to pause. Furthermore, this individual’s sudden appearance warranted curiosity; he too wished to discern the man’s intentions.
Regarding their own safety, they harbored no concerns. However, the hand clutching the painting betrayed signs of perspiration.
“Where the hell did you come from? What’s the issue?” cursed one of the men from the Purple Mountain.
Acting swiftly, the Purple Mountain faction moved before the Mystic Heavenly Sect could react, firmly latching onto the latter’s influence and exploiting every conceivable opportunity.
Chen Ming and the Third Bull exchanged a glance, recognizing the perilous situation unfolding.
Moreover, this conduct couldn’t be labeled as reckless.
Even without discerning the opponent’s aura, one could perceive the peculiarity in their demeanor.
Ouyang Jingtian remained silent, signaling for the other members of the Mystic Heavenly Sect to do the same. Evidently, he expected the overzealous individuals from the Purple Mountain to defend them.
The benevolent individuals from the Purple Mountain didn’t disappoint. Their leader took a stride forward, raised a hand, and delivered a punch towards the approaching adversaries.
Chen Ming and the Third Bull promptly retrieved their chairs, melon seeds, and Coke, observing the unfolding spectacle as the brash individuals from the Purple Mountain courted their own demise.
The men from the Purple Mountain exuded unparalleled dominance, rupturing the fabric of space with a single hand and aiming a punch at their opponent’s head.
Their fist carried a formidable force of the Great Dao, accompanied by a resounding explosion echoing from the Void.
Gazing at the approaching fist, Zhang Hao’s expression turned somewhat vacant. He scrutinized his assailant and inquired, “Are you also affiliated with the Mystic Heavenly Sect?”
“We have no association with the Mystic Heavenly Sect. We simply find you detestable…”
“Bang!”
Before the man could utter another word, a muffled explosion rent the air, disintegrating his entire body into powder.
Zhang Hao cast a cold gaze upon the individuals from Purple Mountain. “I seek those affiliated with the Mystic Heavenly Sect. If you are not, why impede my progress?”
This sudden development left all onlookers stunned.
Beads of cold sweat formed on Ouyang Jingtian’s brow, a chill coursing from the crown of his head down his spine.
Despite the individual from Purple Mountain lacking formidable strength and high standing, he remained a Peak of Great Tao Martial Cultivator.
Though capable of dispatching this man, doing so wouldn’t come as effortlessly.
What’s more, he hadn’t even perceived Zhang Hao’s attack.
What did this imply?
It signified his adversary’s superiority in strength.
Ouyang Jingtian’s heart pounded suddenly as he cursed inwardly.
“Damn it, who are you?”
“How dare you assail me in the presence of Mystic Heavenly Sect members? Have you no regard for me, Ouyang Eldest Senior Brother?”
“Why waste breath on him? There’s no need for Eldest Senior Brother to act. Allow me.”
His junior brothers’ words left Ouyang Jingtian so petrified he nearly collapsed.
This time, he was utterly defeated.
He had been brutally slain by these wretches.
Ouyang Jingtian, without uttering another word, pivoted and ruptured the Void, aiming to flee.
“Are you affiliated with the Mystic Heavenly Sect?”
Seizing Ouyang Jingtian’s wrist, Zhang Hao emanated a formidable consuming energy from his being.
In the succeeding moment, Chen Ming and his companions beheld a startling sight.
They witnessed Ouyang Jingtian’s form quiver. In an instant, he transformed into a lifeless husk, resembling a statue, with despair and defiance etched in his eyes.
Chen Ming and the Third Bull were gripped with fear, hastening to gather their belongings.
Following the absorption of Ouyang Jingtian’s vital energy, Zhang Hao shut his eyes, engrossed in silent contemplation.
After a brief interval, he unveiled his eyes, a luminous gleam passing through them.
His regard towards the chosen ones underwent a shift, akin to viewing a platter of vegetables.
“This…”
“Senior Brother!”
“Escape!”
Some members of the Mystic Heavenly Sect stood stupefied, rooted in place, while others swiftly departed without hesitation.
However, with Zhang Hao’s presence, evasion seemed futile.
A dense aura of death emanated, creating a barrier spanning a hundred-mile radius.
Vines sprouted from Zhang Hao’s form, extending toward all present.
“Curses!”
Chen Ming and Third Bull were taken aback by the sudden appearance of the vines. They had mocked the Mystic Heavenly Sect moments before, only to find themselves under attack soon after.
“Clang, clang, clang!”
Third Bull swiftly produced a bell, hovering it over its head. Beams of light cascaded down, forming a protective shield. When the vines clashed with the beams, metallic reverberations echoed.
Chen Ming retrieved a long spear from his back and thrust it into the ground. A violent shockwave emanated from him, repelling the encroaching vines.
However, the individuals from the Purple Mountain and Mystic Heavenly Sect lacked the strength to resist. In an instant, they were ensnared by the vines, morphing into wooden sculptures.
Zhang Hao’s Qi surged erratically, visibly intensifying.
“Third Bull, flee!”
Chen Ming bellowed at Third Bull, who nodded vigorously. Together, they breached the deathly barrier, tore through the Void, and attempted to flee.
Zhang Hao hadn’t anticipated someone could thwart his assault. Gazing at Chen Ming and the Third Bull, he quickly deduced it was the long spear and the bell that had nullified his power.
With a wave of his hand, to the horror of Chen Ming and the Third Bull, the long spear and the bell were now in Zhang Hao’s possession.
Chen Ming and the Third Bull were petrified, nearly losing control of their bladders.
It was all over. This time, they were utterly defeated.
They couldn’t match their opponent’s prowess.
Before the other, they were as feeble as ants.
Chen Ming and the Third Bull exchanged glances and wordlessly relinquished the calligraphy and painting they held.
Zhang Hao inspected the long spear and bell in confusion, sensing their familiar aura.
“Weng!”
The calligraphy and painting unfurled, revealing a Void rift that abruptly enveloped Zhang Hao.
In the ensuing moment, Chen Ming and the Third Bull witnessed a sight etched into their memories forever.
They observed the Void cracks traversing Zhang Hao’s form, conspicuously avoiding direct contact as if his existence were forbidden.
Unperturbed by the ominous Void fractures, Zhang Hao calmly regarded the long spear and bell in his grasp.
Suddenly, much to the astonishment of Chen Ming and the Third Bull, he returned the long spear and bell to them.
“You…”
Before Zhang Hao could complete his sentence, he turned and vanished, leaving Chen Ming and the Third Bull bewildered, grappling with the enigma of what transpired.
