"Rumble!" A muffled sound rang out in the distance like a muffled thunder.
This palm was fast and ruthless, and its power was astonishing.
Dong … It was as though a bronze bell had been struck. The middle-aged man's expression remained unchanged, and he merely took a step back.
A middle-aged man appeared from the shadows. He looked like a simple farmer with a bitter face, as if his life was very difficult. There were too many worries and hardships that made him frown. Anyone who looked at him would feel worried for him.
He was the disciple of the Amethyst Mountain, Zhao Jiang.
Zhu Tianhua floated to Zhao Jiang's side and said, "Senior Zhao, be careful of that guy, he's very cunning!"
Zhao Jiang nodded. "Frivolous on the outside, cunning on the inside. I can see."
Xiao Sun's handsome face turned serious as he scoffed, "You are a disciple of the Amethyst Mountain?"
Zhao Jiang nodded. "Yes."
"The Amethyst Mountain is one of the four major sects, yet a disciple of yours is here as a Protector of an Imperial Residence. Isn't this a disgrace to the Amethyst Mountain?" Xiao Sun smiled as he shook his head. "I really feel ashamed for the Amethyst Mountain. You're getting worse and worse!"
"You don't have to worry about that," Zhao Jiang said calmly. "You're a disciple of the Li Dynasty's Iron Sleeve Clan, right?"
"As expected of the Amethyst Mountain, they know the Li Dynasty very well." Xiao Sun chuckled.
Zhao Jiang said, "You're bringing trouble to your own sect, do you know that? If you offend Chief Chu, I'll go to Dali and destroy your sect! "
"Haha, how arrogant!" Little Sun laughed loudly, but his eyes flickered.
Zhao Jiang turned to look at the middle-aged man. "You're a disciple of the Li Dynasty's Golden Bell Clan, right?"
"Don't tell me you're saying that I'm also causing trouble for the Golden Bell Sect?"
Zhao Jiang nodded. "That's right. Chief Chu can't do anything to the Holy Church of Light, but it'll be a piece of cake for him to take care of your sects. There are only two or three disciples like you in the Golden Bell Faction, so killing them will be a piece of cake!"
"Little Sun is right. You really do have a big mouth!" The middle-aged man named Pu said coldly.
Zhao Jiang scoffed. "You won't shed a tear until you see your coffin. How dare you assassinate His Highness in the Fairy's Capital with your meager abilities? What a joke!"
"Then I'll have to give it a try!" Little Sun harrumphed indignantly.
As soon as he finished speaking, he waved his long sleeves. "Chi!" A light whistling sound was heard, as if a saber Qi had slashed across.
Zhao Jiang flicked his finger.
"Puff!" With a muffled sound, the sleeve energy turned into a gentle breeze, and everyone's clothes fluttered.
Xiao Sun's heart trembled, but he maintained a cold smile on his face. He pulled out a folding fan from his waist. The fan was made of white jade, and the surface was made of white silk. Two characters were written on it, 'Liu Yun'.
He gently waved his fan.
Suddenly, there was a 'chi' sound, and the wind from the fan whistled out. It was like a mournful scream, and the sleeve force was even fiercer than before.
"Flowing Cloud Fan!" Zhao Jiang snorted and fiercely waved his sleeve.
"Pop!" The two forces collided like a pebble being thrown into a lake.
A gust of wind suddenly appeared, causing everyone's clothes to flutter loudly.
"What kind of sleeve technique is this?" Little Sun asked with a frown.
"Iron Wall Sleeve!" Zhao Jiang said, "How does it compare to your Iron Sleeve Technique?"
"As expected of the Amethyst Mountain!" Xiao Sun said coldly, "But in terms of sleeve technique, it's still our Iron Sleeve Faction!"
He clenched his teeth and waved his fan, causing shrill whistles to ring out.
Zhao Jiang only responded with the Iron Wall Sleeve. After a dozen moves, Little Sun's face darkened. He took a deep breath, and his handsome face flushed red. Then, he waved his sleeve.
"Whoosh …" A gust of wind suddenly rose, as if a mountain torrent was born from his sleeve. It poured down and crashed fiercely towards Zhao Jiang.
Zhao Jiang flicked his finger.
"Bang!" There was a muffled explosion, and a gust of wind blew everywhere. Everyone squinted their eyes, and saw a hole in Little Sun's sleeve.
"What kind of martial art is this?" Little Sun gritted his teeth, and his eyes were spitting fire.
Zhao Jiang said, "Terminating Finger."
Little Sun turned to look at Senior Pu.
Although he had a secret skill, he could not win this fight. If he used his secret skill, the opponent would also use his secret skill. The Amethyst Mountain's secret skill would only be stronger than the Iron Sleeve Faction's, and he had no chance of winning.
Senior Pu said calmly, "As expected of the Amethyst Mountain. You have a strong foundation, and countless martial arts. But no matter how many martial arts you have, it's better to be proficient in one. Even if you have three hundred and sixty martial arts, I only need to take the Golden Bell Technique to counter all your martial arts!"
Zhao Jiang nodded. "The Golden Bell Faction is strong, but do you really think you can block my Heaven's Thunder Palm?"
"Why not try?" Senior Pu scoffed.
Zhao Jiang shook his head and sighed. "Come out!"
Suddenly, three people appeared from the shadows, and stood in front of Senior Pu.
Zhao Jiang said, "How many Heaven's Thunder Palm can you block?"
Senior Pu's face darkened.
He had a unique talent, and he had cultivated the Golden Bell Technique to perfection, and could block the terrifying power of the Heaven's Thunder Palm.
However, the Heaven's Thunder Palm was the top antique study of the Amethyst Mountain, and he could only block three to four palm strikes.
The Amethyst Mountain's Heaven's Thunder Palm was shocking, and the inner energy consumption was also shocking. His opponent could only use two or three palm strikes, and he had the upper hand. Hence, he was confident that even if he could not defeat Chu Li this time, he would make him lose.
As long as he could kill the Protectors in front of him, his position in the Holy Church of Light would rise.
The High Officials of the Holy Church of Light were also divided into nine ranks. He was Rank Six, and Xiao Sun was only Rank Eight. If he could kill the Protectors of the Imperial Residence of King An, he would at least be promoted to Rank One.
The Holy Church of Light had already issued a kill order, and all High Officials were allowed to come to the Ji Dynasty to assassinate Chu Li. If they succeeded, they would be promoted to Rank One High Official.
Unfortunately, things did not always go as one wished.
When he saw the three people appear from the shadows, his heart sank. The Phantom Yin Skill, these three people were also disciples of the Amethyst Mountain!
Xiao Sun sneered, and said, "The Amethyst Mountain is such a disgrace. How dare you send four disciples to the Imperial Residence of King An as Protectors. How embarrassing!"
"You should think of a way to escape." Zhao Jiang scoffed. "The Imperial Residence of King An is not a place where you can come and go as you please!"
"Alright, I want to see what the Amethyst Mountain is capable of!" Xiao Sun scoffed.
He was ready to go all out. He knew that he would not be able to escape if he did not put his life on the line.
His aura suddenly changed, and it was as if an ancient man wearing a tall hat appeared in front of everyone. His sleeves fluttered in the wind, and his aura was majestic.
"Bang!" Zhu Tianhua threw a punch, trying to stop him from casting the secret skill.
"Bang!" Xiao Sun flicked his sleeves lightly, and Zhu Tianhua was sent flying. He crashed into the wall, slid down, and sat limply beside Huo Yuhao.
Huo Yuhao turned to look at him, and smiled bitterly.
Zhao Jiang pointed at Xiao Sun and Senior Pu. "Use your secret skill. I'll hold this one back, the three of you take him down!"
Their figures flashed, and became faintly discernible, as if they were shadows reflected in front of everyone.
They split into two groups, and each group pounced on one person. They were unpredictable, and as fast as lightning.
Zhao Jiang attacked Xiao Sun.
"Bang bang bang bang …" Xiao Sun desperately waved his sleeves, trying to escape, but his body movement technique was not as fast as Zhao Jiang, and he was always forced back.
Liu Xing and Xiang Feixue also cast their secret skills, and attacked Xiao Sun.
After a while, Xiao Sun suddenly let out a long howl, and his clothes bulged like a balloon, forcefully withstanding a Heaven's Thunder Palm. He ran straight away, and disappeared into the night in the blink of an eye.
Zhao Jiang did not chase after him. It would be difficult for him to survive a Heaven's Thunder Palm, and even if he managed to escape, he would not live long.
He pounced on the middle-aged man with the surname Pu.
One could vaguely see a golden light flickering on his skin. The middle-aged man with the surname Pu had a solemn expression on his face. He did not care about the attacks from the four people from the Amethyst Mountain, and his fists kept throwing out heavy and fast punches.
Liu Xing could not dodge in time, and took a punch. He also joined Zhu Tianhua and the others.
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