CHAPTER 82: CHAPTER 80: JIANG SHI TAKES ACTION!

It’s over.

He knew this guy was done for.

In a moment, he would have to explain it all to the heroes.

Swish, swish, swish, swish!

Suddenly, Daoist Qing Song, Zen Master Wu Hui, Sect Leader Yue, Young Master Long, and the elderly man with a clean-shaven face beside him all simultaneously leapt up, demonstrating their light skills. They all landed steadily around Jiang Shi, directly surrounding him.

Each pair of eyes turned to look at Jiang Shi.

"It’s him, no doubt about it. Although his face is disguised, it’s not a high-level disguise, his build and appearance have not changed much."

Young Master Long spoke coldly.

"Ignorant youth, having committed such a heinous blood crime, you still dare to appear again. Who is your master?"

Sect Leader Yue’s tone was cold, staring at Jiang Shi.

"Whoever his master is, his appearance today is a great provocation to the heroes of Fengzhou. The Kunshan Long Family absolutely cannot tolerate him."

Young Master Long unfolded his folding fan and said indifferently, "No need to waste words with him now. Capture him first, then interrogate!"

"Amitabha, let this old monk go first,"

Zen Master Wu Hui, with a full white beard, clasped his hands together, his voice aged, and walked forward, saying, "Buddha is merciful. If you can put down the butcher’s knife and convert to Buddhism, I can assure you that you will not be in any mortal danger. How about it?"

"Interesting, as long as I put down the butcher’s knife, you can absolve me of the previous murders?"

Jiang Shi smiled.

"Amitabha."

Zen Master Wu Hui clasped his hands together and said, "Buddha guides all those lost in the sea of suffering. If you sincerely convert, abolish your martial arts, I assure you nothing will happen."

"Abolishing my martial arts is out of the question. I think it’s better to just make a move."

Jiang Shi shook his head directly, and took out the large wolf fang club from his package, brimming with evil qi, covered with spikes.

"Amitabha, do you really want to remain stubborn?"

Zen Master Wu Hui spoke with an air of age.

"I find you monks amusing. Before making a move, you always like to spout a lot of philosophy, as if these philosophies can provide self-comfort. But unfortunately, this doesn’t work for me. If I need to make a move, I will."

Jiang Shi laughed.

"Amitabha, since that’s the case, I will not hold back."

Zen Master Wu Hui clasped his hands together, eyes slightly lowered.

Suddenly, his eyes flashed brilliantly, the airflow around him surged, and with a booming sound, a layer of dazzling white light emerged around him, rolling and surging, emitting an extremely terrifying profound aura.

He was practicing the Buddhist Sect’s exclusive Pure Yang Vajra Skill, cultivating Pure Yang Qi for over a hundred years with unfathomable power, nearing the Martial Saint Third Tier realm.

Whoosh!

With a stomp, Zen Master Wu Hui’s body swiftly charged forward, his palms moving rapidly, striking out clusters of dazzling Pure Yang Gang Qi, bombarding towards Jiang Shi’s body.

He knew Jiang Shi held a weapon made of Star Meteorite Iron, specifically restraining various types of power, therefore opting for a roaming style attack, surrounding Jiang Shi with profound body technique, then using Pure Yang power to strike Jiang Shi’s body.

This attack method was almost identical to the one used by the high expert from the Zhang Family before.

"This move again, it doesn’t work on me."

Jiang Shi showed disgust, casually swinging the wolf fang club, booming and resounding, dispersing all of Master Wu Hui’s approaching Pure Yang Gang Qi.

"Zen Master Wu Hui of the White Cloud Temple, a figure revered throughout Jianghu, do you not have the courage to fight me head-on?"

Jiang Shi’s voice was cold, randomly smashing with the wolf fang club.

Zen Master Wu Hui remained silent, continuing to swiftly circle Jiang Shi, pushing his power to the extreme, white light dazzling, glaringly bright, each palm strike faster and stronger, as if his speed and strength were continuously augmenting.

Each strike was accompanied by flying sand and rocks, piercing winds, with a terrifying momentum.

In just a short moment, he had grown considerably stronger than before.

"Hmm?"

Jiang Shi finally sensed something amiss, saying, "What martial art is this?"

The opponent’s power seemed to be constantly accumulating.

After delivering another seven to eight palms, Zen Master Wu Hui’s speed increased further, until only a blur of white shadow could be seen.

At this moment, Zen Master Wu Hui’s eyes flashed with brilliance, targeting Jiang Shi’s vulnerable spot on the back of his neck, suddenly closing in with extreme speed, one large hand surrounded by white light, directly aiming to grab Jiang Shi’s vital point on his neck with deadly intent.

"This fellow has an unparalleled physical body, but his martial arts attainment is not high at all. Today’s victory is only due to utilizing Super Grade Martial Arts, truly a shame."

Whoosh!

With force, he grabbed as if envisioning the scene where Jiang Shi’s neck was crushed by him, suffering severe injuries, half his body paralyzed.

However!

Pfft!

Almost at the moment he just reached out, a cunning light flashed in Jiang Shi’s eyes. He swiftly turned around and grabbed back with lightning speed.

"Got you!"

A thick, grim smile spread across Jiang Shi’s face. He stared closely at the Zen Master Wu Hui before him and said, "Old monk, did you really think my speed was slow!"

Crack!

Suddenly, he clenched with force, and his entire arm turned into a brass color.

Even the Pure Yang Gang Qi that Zen Master Wu Hui had cultivated for hundreds of years was of no use. With a powerful squeeze, it began to crack inch by inch, intense pain poured into Zen Master Wu Hui’s body, making him clearly feel that his entire palm and fingers were starting to shatter.

"You!"

Zen Master Wu Hui was extremely shocked and furious, roaring in anger. He hurriedly raised his other palm to slap at Jiang Shi, but Jiang Shi’s Wolf Fang Club had already swung down fiercely.

At this moment!

Sect Leader Yue of the Wushan Sect’s expression changed. He was the first to throw the long sword in his hand like lightning, fiercely stabbing at Jiang Shi’s body.

Jiang Shi reacted, quickly sweeping his Wolf Fang Club towards the incoming long sword, simultaneously releasing Zen Master Wu Hui’s palm and stepping back swiftly.

Crack!

A high-quality long sword made of fine iron shattered on the spot from Jiang Shi’s strike, scattering fragments flying back.

"Quick, save Zen Master Wu Hui!"

Daoist Qing Song shouted in astonishment, his body already rushing forward swiftly.

Sect Leader Yue swiftly grabbed another long sword from another wandering warrior, held it in his hand, and leaped forward rapidly, rushing into the fray.

"Steward Wang, go help them!"

Young Master Long’s tone was indifferent.

"Yes, Young Master!"

The pale, beardless old man responded coldly. His body shimmered like Shifting Form and Shadow, appearing directly on the scene in an instant, his two bony palms reaching out from his sleeves, pale and eerie, exuding a cold aura, forming claws as they rapidly grabbed towards Jiang Shi.

Looking closely, he wore thin white gloves on his palms, as if unafraid of Star Meteorite Iron. When he clawed out, the sound was sharp and piercing.

In an instant, Jiang Shi found himself surrounded by everyone’s assault.

"Is this your power? How boring, truly boring, it’s like scratching an itch. I was ready to leave, but why do you insist on courting death!"

Jiang Shi frowned, sweeping his Wolf Fang Club everywhere, breaking the Gang Qi attacks coming from a distance, the light in his eyes growing colder, holding back no longer.

With a booming sound, the Red Sun Divine Skill suddenly activated, and his own power began to rise rapidly, increasing by 60% in an instant.

His strength was originally 31,100 jin, and in this instant, it directly reached 49,760 jin.

"Die!"

His Wolf Fang Club swung up and smashed hard towards the pale, beardless old man.

The old man’s expression was originally icy, relying on the power of his gloves to continually confront Jiang Shi. However, at this moment, his expression suddenly changed as he sensed something was off.

This man’s strength...

Was still increasing?

How could this be?

"Profound Dragon Secret Palm!"

He roared angrily, his entire body inflating as though filled with air, rapidly enlarging. With a boom, he grew about a circle larger than his original size, muscles bulging, veins popping, skin turning red, and air streams shooting from all his pores, his aura terrifying.

His two hands transformed into clawed fingers, charging madly towards Jiang Shi.

"Do you think you’re the only one who can increase your power!"

He yelled furiously, his hands turning into countless afterimages, clawing madly at Jiang Shi.

Using none other than a secret technique of the Kunshan Long Family that is not passed down!

A super-grade martial art!

However!

Boom!

The sound was dull, air currents instantly exploding in the air, rolling and surging, the strong wind howling.

The pale, beardless old man was sent flying as if struck by a cannonball, crashing heavily over ten meters away.

The crowd shrieked in terror, fleeing in fear and panic.

The earlier Young Master Lin was even more dumbfounded, his heart trembling.

How could this be possible?

That was the Kunshan Long Family...