Chapter 476: You Have a Better Future in Tomb Raiding!
Chapter 476 of "Urban Extraordinary Immortal Doctor" kicks off revealing secrets: Elder Taoist Qingxuanâs strike with his sword was the most powerful technique among the Taoist... Keep reading!
Elder Taoist Qingxuanâs strike with his sword was the most powerful technique among the Taoist Sectâs Demon-Subduing Sword skills. Its fierce momentum and formidable strength far surpassed the Eighteen Swords of Whirlwind Rain from Jiangnanâs Misty Rain Tower.The sword strike seemed to come from beyond the heavens, and in an instant, it cleaved down toward Ghost Handâs head.
Ghost Hand sidestepped half a step with his right foot, while simultaneously tilting his body slightly, narrowly avoiding the sword in a critical moment. The blade of the sword nearly touched his chest as it sliced down rapidly.
Elder Taoist Qingxuan, steeped in swordplay for decades, was undoubtedly a swordsman of the highest order. When his initial strike missed, he immediately swept his sword horizontally toward Ghost Handâs abdomen.
Ghost Hand sucked in his belly violently, bending his body forward fiercely as he retreated rapidly with the direction of Elder Taoist Qingxuanâs horizontal sweep.
Elder Taoist Qingxuan shadowed his movements, following closely. The swordâs momentum was unrelenting, with the blade remaining a mere half a foot from Ghost Handâs belly. Had Ghost Handâs speed slowed even slightly, his soft abdomen would have been slit open by the sword in the elderâs hand, his innards spilling out and his life ending there and then.
Elder Taoist Qingxuanâs strike amalgamated all of the essence of the Demon-Subduing Sword, exquisite to the extreme. Seeing this, the more than twenty disciples from Qingcheng Temple couldnât help but burst into exclamations of praise.
Even Wu De, who had maintained a calm expression throughout, couldnât help but frown slightly at that moment. He thought to himself that Elder Taoist Qingxuan, in his desperate bid for survival, had played beyond his level; that sword strike had probably reached the level of an Earth Level initial stage martial artist.
If Ghost Hand wished to avoid this strike, heâd likely have to reveal some of his true abilities.
Taoist Priest Qingxuan and Ghost Hand, one advancing and the other retreating, one attacking and the other defending, had quickly moved back by more than ten meters. Ghost Handâs back was about to slam into a high wall, leaving him no room to retreat.
A few disciples from Qingcheng Temple, as if foreseeing the scene of Ghost Hand being bisected by a sword strike, couldnât hold back their cheers.
Contrary to everyoneâs expectations, just as Ghost Handâs back was about to press against the wall, he made an extremely bold move.
He suddenly quickened his retreat, then twisted his waist with a slight tilt to the right, and incredibly, used the left side of his waist and abdomen to meet Taoist Priest Qingxuanâs horizontally slashing sword. New É´á´á´ á´Ę á´hapters are published on Nová´lFirá´(.)ná´t
"Die!"
Elder Taoist Qingxuan clenched his teeth, gripped his sword even tighter, and, summoning all his potential, sent the sword cutting out horizontally with all his might.
Clangâ
Instead of the sound of flesh being instantly severed, the sharp blade produced a crisp clang, like metal striking stone, when it hit Ghost Hand, and sparks flew.
"What has he got on him?"
Elder Taoist Qingxuan was taken aback and had barely formed the question in his mind when he saw a fist gleaming with golden light strike with incomparable speed, directly targeting his own chest.
Before Elder Taoist Qingxuanâs eyes, an illusion seemed to appear; a towering Buddha adorned in golden robes swung a Zen staff, pounding towards him with an overwhelming pressure that sparked desperation.
"No good!"
Elder Taoist Qingxuan cursed inwardly and bit his own tongue hard. The pain shattered the illusion in front of him.
Although Elder Taoist Qingxuanâs reaction was fast, it was not faster than Ghost Handâs fist. As the illusion vanished, Elder Taoist Qingxuan realized that Ghost Handâs punching fist was already touching the fabric of his chest, leaving him no space to dodge.
"Itâs over!"
Before the fist even touched his flesh, Elder Taoist Qingxuan felt a vast, heavy, and vigorous force surge into his chest, as if it could shatter and smash everything.
Elder Taoist Qingxuan let out a mournful sigh, mobilizing the last bit of his potential and concentrating all his True Yuan in front of his chest, hoping to fend off Ghost Handâs earth-shattering blow.
Hope is beautiful, but reality is cruel.
Ghost Handâs fist viciously struck Elder Taoist Qingxuanâs chest, sending him flying through the air. Even before he hit the ground, his internal organs were completely destroyed, and he died.
Until his death, Elder Taoist Qingxuan did not understand how his sword stroke had been so easily blocked by Ghost Hand.
Elder Taoist Qingxuan did not know that, due to the lack of a Spatial Ring, Ghost Hand had to temporarily stash the Essence Stones given to him by Fang Bai in his clothes, including a few tucked into the waist pocket on his left side.
Elder Taoist Qingxuanâs fierce sword strike had hit one of those Essence Stones in Ghost Handâs left waist pocket. The hardness of the Essence Stone far exceeded that of ordinary rocks, hence the sword stroke did not injure Ghost Hand at all.
"Uncle-Master!"
Witnessing Elder Taoist Qingxuanâs lifeless body hitting the ground, the twenty-plus Qingcheng Temple Disciples watching were dumbfounded for a moment before they let out mournful cries. They rushed forward in a swarm, surrounding Elder Taoist Qingxuanâs body.
"Letâs fight him together!"
After a moment, someone shouted in rage, and the twenty-plus Qingcheng Temple Disciples turned and, with bare hands or swords, charged at Ghost Hand, filled with a desire for vengeance.
Ghost Hand bowed his head to adjust the clothing that had been cut by Elder Taoist Qingxuanâs sword then confronted the challenge, charging into the midst of a group of Qingcheng Temple Disciples.
Those Qingcheng Temple Disciples were, after all, Profound Level early-stage Martial Artists. Had they calmed down and coordinated their attacks, they might have caused Ghost Hand considerable trouble. But at that moment, with blood boiling in their heads and grief in their hearts, they fought individuallyâand were no match for Ghost Hand.
With anger fuelling his force, Ghost Hand showed no mercy. Almost with each punch, one of the twenty-plus Qingcheng Temple Disciples was sent flying, none able to withstand the might of his fist.
More than ten minutes later, the ground around Ghost Hand was randomly littered with over twenty bodies, each one bearing the deep dent left by the impact of Ghost Handâs fist.
"Change your clothes, and letâs go!"
Fang Bai took out a set of clothes from his Spatial Ring and threw them to Ghost Hand, then turned and started descending the mountain.
Wu De flashed a grin and followed Fang Bai down the mountain.
Ghost Hand stepped in front of the clothes left by Fang Bai, his body shook slightly as the True Essence Force radiated from him, instantly shattering his bloodied garments and revealing his scar-covered, naked body.
"Misty Rain Tower... Qingcheng Temple... Next up is Shaolin!"
Ghost Hand quickly changed into the clothes he had picked up, then glanced at the corpses of Qingcheng Temple Disciples strewn across the ground and strode away.
"Younger brother, whereâs your next stop? If thereâs more fighting to be had, take me with you! The Taoist Master... ahem, this humble Taoist can not only rob tombs exceptionally well but is also quite strong in a fight!"
At the base of Qingcheng Temple, Wu De looked at Fang Bai who was standing with his hands behind his back by the pathway, his expression indifferent, and asked with a chuckling rub of his hands.
Before Fang Bai, he dared not call himself "Taoist Master". After pondering, he felt that "humble Taoist" was more appropriate.
There was no helping it; who could deny Fang Baiâs superior strength?
In the Ancient Martial World, power is paramount, the mightier lead the way, mighty fists make you the boss. Wu Deâs show of humility was both to ingratiate himself with Fang Bai and acknowledge his strength.
Fang Bai smiled and said, "I think compared to fighting, tomb robbing has more prospects for you!"
Wu De thought Fang Bai was mocking him, so he responded with a forced laugh, "I know that robbing graves is a vile act, but having followed my wild Taoist master since childhood, itâs become a habit I canât kick! If I go three to five months without doing it, my hands start itching!"
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