Chapter 109: Intercepting Dragon Hand

Chapter 109: Chapter 109: Intercepting Dragon HandGulp— Ghost Hand watched the six Heaven Level Martial Artist treasures drop to the ground, his Adam’s apple bobbing involuntarily as he swallowed several times. He resisted the urge to immediately rush over, grab the six treasures, and flee the scene. Ghost Hand was clever and knew that although the man in the mask was fighting desperately with Qingcheng Temple and Misty Rain Tower disciples, the moment he dared to run off with the six Heaven Level Martial Artist treasures, he would instantly become the public enemy of both sides. By then, not to mention Wen Xiangrong and Taoist Qingxuan, even the masked man could easily kill him. After Dongling and Wen Long had passed out, disciples from Qingcheng Temple and Misty Rain Tower kept flying over to their side, picking up the treasures and running. But their fate was the same; no one could escape the stone attack from Fang Bai. In the blink of an eye, six disciples each from Misty Rain Tower and Qingcheng Temple had been knocked out by the stones kicked by Fang Bai while trying to pick up the treasures. For a while, the six Heaven Level Martial Artist treasures on the ground became like death warrants; no one dared to touch them again. Qingxu and Wen Xiangrong knew that without killing Fang Bai, they could forget about taking any of the treasures away. So, they stopped sending their disciples to pick up the treasures and flee. Instead, they focused their attention and fought against Fang Bai with all their might. Fang Bai had boldly declared he would kill all the disciples of Misty Rain Tower and Qingcheng Temple present, but in reality, he wasn’t as ferociously cruel as the White Ape, who would kill without blinking and was utterly callous. His greater purpose was to deter the enemy. When it really came to a fight, Fang Bai would at most knock the opponent out or make them lose their combat ability; he didn’t actually kill anyone. After all, Fang Bai’s purpose in making a move was solely for the treasures, and he didn’t have any deep-seated hatred with the two major sects of Qingcheng Temple and Misty Rain Tower. Therefore, as long as they didn’t threaten his life, Fang Bai had no intention of killing them. Moreover, Fang Bai was wearing a ghastly mask when he appeared, with his entire face covered. Even if he gave his opponents a chance to live, they wouldn’t know who their enemy was and would have no target for revenge. Fang Bai, moving with the "Divine Elephant Eight Desolate Steps" and using the "Tiger Roar Thunder Fist," went back and forth unopposed among the few remaining disciples of the two great sects. Not wanting to kill didn’t mean that Fang Bai was soft-hearted. Slap— Slap— Ah— Hiss— The crisp sounds of broken bones and tendons and the sharp, piercing screams of agony continued unabated at the site; each scream signified a disciple from the two sects losing their ability to fight. After advancing to the intermediate stage of the Accumulating Essence Realm with the second level of the "Dragon-Tiger-Lion-Elephant Technique," Fang Bai’s execution of the "Divine Elephant Eight Desolate Steps" reached the power of the Four Symbols. Every time his foot touched the ground, the earth trembled, stones flew and sand scattered, dust billowed, enveloping an area of two or three zhang. This sight had an even greater effect on the psyche of the opponents. The disciples of the two sects, engulfed in the dust stirred up by Fang Bai’s footsteps, could hardly see each other’s figures. They could only hear the roar of a fierce tiger and the distant sound of thunder that accompanied Fang Bai’s punches. Occasionally, in the midst of the diffuse dust, they could also hear the Lion’s Roar Sonic Waves from Fang Bai. This sound wave attack technique, mimicking the roar of an enraged lion, produced a powerful shockwave that often caught opponents off guard. The slightly weaker Martial Artists would experience temporary deafness or a sensation of dizziness due to these sudden sonic wave attacks. Quite a few disciples from Misty Rain Tower and Qingcheng Temple suffered greatly from Fang Bai’s "Lion’s Roar Sonic Wave," becoming unsteady and falling to the ground, only to be knocked out by a casual palm strike from Fang Bai. Even Ghost Hand and others watching from afar were affected by the sound waves and had to retreat to a further distance. "Good heavens, this masked man is incredibly powerful! Our Master of Myriad Medicine Valley is no match for him!" Fang Bai moved left and right, as if he were in a land where no man had tread, leaving disciples from the two major sects collapsing wherever he went. Ghost Hand watched, enraptured and tipsy with excitement, unable to help shouting out praises loudly at the most thrilling moments. Soon, Wen Xiangrong and Taoist Qingxuan found themselves to be ’commanders without an army’. Their accompanying disciples had all been knocked down by Fang Bai, leaving only the two of them still fighting tooth and nail. And judging by how relaxed and effortless Fang Bai looked, it seemed that he could easily beat them both. The reason Fang Bai hadn’t struck them down hard was likely because he was toying with them on purpose. Looking at Fang Bai’s mocking gaze, Taoist Qingxuan and Wen Xiangrong felt a maddening itch in their teeth. They exchanged glances and were both spurred on by a desperate will to fight. "This is too much to bear!" Taoist Qingxuan bellowed, his wide Daoist robe billowing without any wind, like an airbag filled to the brim. At the same time, the aura he released also became crazed and fierce. Hair as white as snow and pouring down like a three-thousand-zhang waterfall! Faced with Fang Bai’s relentless pressure, Taoist Qingxuan didn’t hesitate to expend his life force, tapping into his body’s potential to unleash the strongest attack of his life. True Yuan surged into his horsetail whisk, making each of its bristles stand on end. Hundreds of whisk bristles, resembling steel needles, shot out suddenly, covering the sky and enveloping Fang Bai like a dense barrage. The range of the whisk bristles’ onslaught reached several zhang in radius, and the distance between the two men was very close. It seemed that no matter how skilled Fang Bai’s movements were, he would have difficulty avoiding the fate of being turned into a porcupine by the silver needles. Fang Bai didn’t flee. Sёarᴄh the ηovelFire.ηet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. Facing the hundreds of bristles streaking towards him, his expression remained calm. His arms moved rapidly, tracing one circle after another in front of him. After several circles were drawn, there seemed to be visible ripples forming in the space before Fang Bai. Those ripples, like those on water, made Fang Bai’s entire figure appear much more blurred. The hundreds of whisk bristles, flying at high speed, slowed drastically as they reached the rippling space in front of Fang Bai, as if they had been trapped in a swamp. Then, with the corner of Fang Bai’s mouth twitching slightly revealing a scornful smile, his hands shot up again and again, and the hundreds of bristles were astonishingly caught in his palms. Seeing his most secret technique thwarted by Fang Bai, Taoist Qingxuan’s face turned ashen, and he descended into utter despair. The technique Fang Bai used to counter Taoist Qingxuan’s whisk bristle attack was named "Intercepting Dragon Hand," a cultivation technique specifically designed to counter projectile attacks. To perform "Intercepting Dragon Hand," one needed to fuse powerful True Yuan with exquisite palm techniques. First, form an invisible energy wall in front of oneself using True Yuan to obstruct and slow down the projectiles’ speed, and then catch the projectiles with outstanding hand movements. This was the ingenious application of "Intercepting Dragon Hand." When "Intercepting Dragon Hand" was cultivated to a profound level, even attacks from a True Dragon soaring through the skies could be intercepted, let alone mere whisk bristle projectiles from Taoist Qingxuan? "I’m returning these to you!" With a light shout, Fang Bai forcefully threw his hands up. The hundreds of whisk bristles that Fang Bai had caught in his palms now shot out like a dense barrage of rain, all aimed back at Taoist Qingxuan. Even Wen Xiangrong, who stood beside Taoist Qingxuan, was enveloped in this barrage of whisk bristles. Fang Bai was significantly stronger than Taoist Qingxuan, and his technique for launching projectiles was incomparably superior.