Chapter 356: Great Stone-Smashing Hand? Come Smash My Stele!

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Boom boom boom boom... The investigators from Lingshun 749 behind him each surged with overwhelming momentum! The entire hall was shocked! Zhikong did not expect Lu Ding to say such words and to do such a thing. Not giving him even a moment to communicate! Just as the outside world said. He immediately leapt up and shouted loudly, "Who dares!?" "I dare!!" The ground shattered beneath Lu Ding as he jumped up. Soldier against soldier, general against general. This was about martial ethics. But Lu Ding never cared about martial ethics! With a flick of his wide red robe sleeve, he unleashed a rarely used technique, Sleeve Grinding. Its suction force directly pulled in dozens of monks from Moon Toad Temple. The sound of cracking bones rang out. Living beings ground to pulp, leaving no intact corpse! With black-clad martial sleeves, Lu Ding extended his claws, the rhythm elegant and imposing. The Heaven-Earth Sundering Hands struck straight at Zhikong. The grand monk raised his hand to counter, palm striking out to collide with Lu Ding. The body is the vessel;spiritual energy is the power. And the Heaven-Earth Sundering Hands was a peerless technique. Lu Ding's body was tough, his spiritual energy abundant, his technique exquisite;the combination unleashed terrifying power, filled with the intent to tear apart. Under their palm clash, Zhikong’s flesh and skin were directly shredded. Back and forth, they exchanged dozens of moves. You attack, I block;I strike, you parry. The dull thuds exploded. Zhikong was momentarily in agony. Blood and flesh splattered everywhere. Watching his hands clash, blood dripped, skin peeled, flesh torn off, revealing stark white bones. Lu Ding’s palms flew with superb moves, finger joints distinct, palms fair and strong, stained with spots of crimson. That was Zhikong’s blood. Move after move. Zhikong was faintly alarmed;the youth before him seemed bare-handed, but every collision brought a strange force tearing his flesh apart. "Lu Ding!!!" "If you have issues, come at me, poor monk! Don’t bully the weak by attacking the other monks of my temple!!!" He shouted while defending Lu Ding’s attacks. Lu Ding’s strikes were swift and relentless. If you block, your hands get injured;if you don’t, your body takes the damage. He retorted, "Bullying the weak? I’m doing it today—what can you do!?" "You’re slaughtering innocents;I’ll report you to the Qi Refiners’ Supreme Court!!" Hearing this, Lu Ding laughed: "Report?! Only the living can report. First, try hard to see if you survive." How others acted was not Lu Ding’s concern. But since Deputy Director Ji of Lingshun promised six thousand contribution points to him, Lu Ding intended to make that expenditure worth it. Since he accepted the mission, Lu Ding planned to perform the act of the white-faced villain to the extreme. In the battle, Zhikong finally found a slight opening and quickly stepped back. His hands, peeled of flesh and revealing large patches of white bone, gathered spiritual energy with great force. The stone stele's phantom shimmered faintly. Its scripture radiated brilliance. This was one of the famous ultimate techniques of Zhikong, the monk of Moon Toad Temple. Great Stone-Smashing Hand. Lu Ding recognized it instantly. "Great Stone-Smashing Hand? Then come smash my stele!" With spiritual energy in hand, ripples spread in the space beside him. He grabbed with one hand as if reaching into water. The sound of waves crashing on the shore echoed. Then a roar shook the entire Moon Toad Temple. "Roar!!!" Ripples spread across heaven and earth. A gigantic armored Aoyu burst out from the ripples. Lu Ding forcefully yanked the stone stele and smashed it down. "Come smash!!!" The Aoyu possessed the stone stele. The stele bore large characters reading Unshakable as Mountain Stone Dang. It struck down on Zhikong’s head. Before the stele arrived, the force came first. The supreme suppressive power immediately pressed Zhikong, making him gasp for breath. His eyes were full of shock and confusion. What was this!? With both palms holding up the sky, he unleashed his full strength without reservation. "Block it!!" Boom!!! The giant stone stele smashed down. It crushed Zhikong along with the grand hall behind him. The famous Great Stone-Smashing Hand had no effect at all. "Block your mother!" Lu Ding cursed casually, then lifted the stele again and smashed down. Boom!!! "Block it, get up and block!" Boom!!! After several consecutive strikes, Zhikong sank into the ground, his body covered in blood. Like a wild fruit dropped to the ground, trampled by passersby, juice splattered everywhere. All his muscles and bones were broken;his life force flickered like a dying candle in the wind, wavering precariously. Lu Ding raised the stele once more, intent on delivering the final blow. "Great Stone-Smashing Hand, that’s all you’ve got." Just as the stele was about to fall again, An elder Heavenly Perception monk from Moon Toad Temple who had not yet appeared could no longer hold back. Earlier he feared being followed by a Heavenly Perception cultivator. Now, if he didn’t intervene, Zhikong would die here today. He could no longer care about anything. "Wait!!!" A loud shout came. The energy of heaven and earth instantly surged towards Lu Ding. This move. So familiar. Back in the northwest, Elder Deng fought the old master of the Bai family in exactly this way. This was one of the reasons why Heavenly Perception cultivators held absolute suppression over lower realms. The energy of heaven and earth locked in place. No matter how strong you were, without reaching Heavenly Perception, it was like viewing the moon from a well—unaware of the vastness of the world. But this was for others. Lu Ding was different! With the unity of heaven and man, combined with the White Snake Scale-Shake technique. The two arts combined made him slipperier than a non-stick pan. The energy could not lock him down at all. The stone stele in his hand smashed down without the slightest hindrance. The elder monk flew up and stood in front of Zhikong, hands joined in a Buddha’s shrine mudra. His momentum soared. He forcibly resisted the stone stele. Seeing this, Lu Ding sighed in his heart—after all, this was Heavenly Perception. Old Monk Jueming opened his mouth, chanting Buddha sounds resoundingly: "Lu, benefactor, enemies should be resolved, not deepened. Our Moon Toad Temple is willing to return everything. What do you say?" Want to return it now? Wasn’t this the time when you pretended ignorance? You really don’t shed tears until you see the coffin. Lu Ding pressed the stele with one hand and extended the other flat: "Fine, first take a slash from me and see if you have the qualifications to make me stop." Black energy swirled around his body;his jade arm reached out, fingers delicately offering a blood-red long knife. Lu Ding drew the blade and swung it along the momentum. Heaven and earth fell silent. The Way of the Jinche, charged for over twenty hours, burst forth from Blood Frost. A wild slash erupted, swirling sand and flying stones. Sharpness flooded everything before him, everything shattered. Flesh turned to pulp, wood and stone to dust. Old Monk Jueming’s heart tightened!!! This was Si Ming!? Hand signs flipped, the clouds over Yunhai boiled. A towering golden bell descended, enveloping his entire body. Clang!!! The sound waves surged forth, darkening the vision of everyone present. The slash destroyed heaven and earth and crashed against the golden bell!!! Bang!!! The force was so great it made Old Monk Jueming cough up blood from mouth and nose. "For the old monk!!!" Before he finished the phrase, The golden bell shattered instantly. He had overestimated himself and underestimated Lu Ding. The slash cut across his body. A red line slowly unfolded from his brow. Old Monk Jueming staggered backward, stepping heavily on the ground ravaged by the slash. After a dozen or so steps, he barely stabilized himself. He swallowed back the reverse flow of blood, suppressed his shock, formed a meditation seal with his hands, and scriptures fluttered wildly around his body.

Chapter 356: Great Stone-Smashing Hand? Come Smash My Stele!

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