99: C99 Zhan Tong Dacheng

C99 Zhan Tong Dacheng

Upon hearing Meng Lang's words, Tong Dacheng and the disciples of the Northern Profound Sect immediately became furious.

"Meng Lang! How dare you humiliate us like this?"

Meng Lang looked at him proudly.

"Am I wrong? If we really want to use force, how dare you, Tong Dacheng, refuse?"

He, a Spirit Gathering Level Nine cultivator, dared to speak to a Core Formation expert in such a manner. When Tong Dacheng heard this, his face was filled with fury, and he didn't dare to make a move.

When Su Yuan saw this, his heart was filled with mixed feelings.

"Good! Good! Your Taixuan Sect is powerful. With such a forceful force, my little Northern Profound Sect will naturally not dare to disobey!" Tong Dacheng said with a sorrowful smile.

"But if you want me to give up without even struggling, please forgive me for not being able to do it!"

He turned his eyes to Su Yuan, and the Qi on his body slowly burst out.

"Since you are also a Core Formation cultivator, we will speak according to the rules of the cultivation world! You and I have fought once. If you win... I will hand over the Heaven Mending Lotus with both hands. I don't want you to help me do anything! But if you lose... Even if I die, I won't give you the treasure!"

The last few words came out of his mouth like a roar. Meng Lang's face revealed a mocking expression. Before he could say anything, Su Yuan reached out and stopped him.

Su Yuan took a step forward. His expression was solemn, and he also unleashed his Qi.

"Alright!"

The two auras of the Core Formation realm corresponded in midair, and they were equally matched. Meng Lang and the disciples of the Northern Profound Sect could not bear it any longer, and they quickly retreated from the battlefield they were in.

"Hahahaha!" Tong Dacheng laughed loudly. "I have long heard that geniuses of the Taixuan Sect have gathered. Not only are there many experts, but they are also fighting at the same level. The disciples of the Taixuan Sect are also the best among them. Today, I am here to learn the skills of the disciples of the Taixuan Sect!"

He stretched out his hand and made a grabbing gesture. Boundless spiritual energy of heaven and earth rushed towards his palm like a tidal wave. After that, he threw another punch at ___.

"First strike of the Seven Heavy Punches of Self-immolation!"

With a loud bang, the force of the punch had yet to approach Su Yuan's body. All the wind and clouds in front of the punch dissipated in an instant. The strong wind blew Su Yuan's clothes, making them flutter. His long hair also spread out and swayed violently behind him.

From Su Yuan's angle, he could even faintly hear the roar of the fist. It was as if this wasn't just a punch, but Tong Dacheng's entire body and mind were unwilling to give up!

Su Yuan's pupils shrank, and the contempt in his eyes instantly disappeared. He waved his hands and similarly grabbed towards the surroundings. Endless spiritual energy of heaven and earth was also grabbed by his hands and struck out, colliding with Tong Dacheng's punch.

"Bang!"

A violent spiritual power shockwave exploded. This time, not only did Tong Dacheng's punch sweep across the area, but all the plants, stones, wind and clouds within a mile radius were swept away, becoming incomparably clean.

Tap! Tap! Tap!

Su Yuan took three steps back in midair and stomped heavily in the air. After converting all the remaining force of the punch he had received, he finally stabilized his body.

However, Tong Dacheng did not stop his movements on the other side. After throwing out a punch, he drew out more spiritual energy from the heaven and earth again. He held it in his palm and continued to shout.

"Second Seven Heavy Punches of Self-immolation Strike!"

In an instant, the space shook. Su Yuan felt a threat that was several times stronger than before. His face changed instantly. He clenched his right hand, and a blood-red spear appeared in his hand. He thrust the spear in the direction of the punch.

"Bang!"

Another explosion that was even more intense than the previous one was heard. Countless Spiritual Qi of Heaven and Earth split into two sides at the tip of the blood-red spear. Su Yuan's body was pushed to the ground, and he stepped on the ground. Countless spiderweb-like cracks appeared at the place where he landed.

Taking advantage of the momentum, Tong Dacheng took a deep breath, opened his hands, and closed them. In an instant, all the plants within a ten mile radius started to move without any wind, and the spiritual power of heaven and earth gathered around him like a river flowing into the sea, before he threw a punch.

"Seven Heavy Punches of Self-immolation's Third Strike!"0

"Boom!"

Before the fist could even reach Su Yuan, the ground around him had already sunk down by more than a foot. Countless dust rose into the air, and within this dust cloud, a red light suddenly burst out.

"Roar!"

A dragon's roar resounded through the sky. The shadow of a blood-red giant dragon rushed out from the dust cloud and collided with the force of Tong Dacheng's punch.

"Boom!"

Whether it was Tong Dacheng's punch or the blood dragon phantom, the power of both of them was not something that the spectators could touch. Meng Lang and the disciples of the Northern Profound Sect all turned pale as they watched the collision in the sky, trembling with fear.

The blood dragon phantom's roar shook the sky, but in the end, it was still no match for the power of Tong Dacheng's punch. It turned into a blood-red long spear and fell from the sky. After that, the remaining force of the punch came crashing down. It covered the entire area that was covered by the dust.

"Rumble rumble rumble..."

An even bigger cloud of dust filled the air as countless huge rocks flew into the sky. It created an atmosphere that no living creature could get close to. However, when everything disappeared... Everyone looked back at the battlefield, and they saw a figure covered in golden-red armor standing there. His aura did not weaken at all.

Tong Dacheng's eyes widened. He couldn't believe what he had just seen. He stretched out his hand once again, wanting to launch the next attack. However, at this moment, a flush of red suddenly emerged on his face. He immediately coughed violently and spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.

"Master!" "Sect Master!"

When the disciples of the Northern Profound Sect saw this, they shouted out anxiously. The two young Spirit Gathering Level Seven disciples even summoned their Spiritual Treasure and flew into the sky. They hurriedly supported Tong Dacheng's body.

On the other side, Meng Lang's face was full of pride when he saw this. He looked at Tong Dacheng and said.

"How is it, Sect Master Tong? Have you witnessed the power of my Taixuan Sect's Senior Brother Su? It's better for you to admit defeat now. Otherwise, if you are seriously injured by Senior Brother Su, it would be even more worth it!"

When the disciples of the Northern Profound Sect heard his words, they couldn't help but reveal expressions of grief and indignation. However, they were powerless to refute this scene.

Tong Dacheng pushed away the two disciples beside him and stood in the sky once again. He looked at Su Yuan and said.

"I'm fine. I was careless and suffered a backlash from my spiritual energy. Let's do it again!"

There were still traces of blood at the corner of his mouth, but there was a stubborn look in his eyes that showed that he would not easily admit defeat.

Su Yuan's eyes slowly drooped. He crushed the few transparent crystals in his hand, and a few system sounds rang in his mind.

[Ding! Received Low-grade Pill Skill, Seven Heavy Punches of Self-immolation.] ]

[Ding! Costed 30,000 Combat Power, successfully learned Low-grade Pill Skill, Seven Heavy Punches of Self-immolation.] ]

...

He raised the blood-red spear in his hand and pointed it at Tong Dacheng, who was still in midair.

"Alright!"

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