Chapter Eleven: Tong Bai Xiong

  "Ah..."

  A man in a dark, powerful Xingyi uniform from the "Sun and Moon Cult" was pierced through by a single palm strike. He let out a pained cry, stumbled backward several steps, and leaned against the doorframe, his face pale with shock as he glared at Luo Zhan, his voice trembling with malice.

  "How dare you! You actually dared to take action against the Divine Church! You, you just wait!"

  The robust man in black attire, leaning against the doorframe, could hardly believe that his palm strike, which had generated a strong gust of wind, not only failed to harm Luo Zhuo in the slightest but also left him with a crippled palm. Immediately afterwards, he shouted out a vicious remark and stumbled out in disarray.

  "Not bad, although I haven't reached the innate boundary, but then, the power of 'One Yang Finger' is already quite impressive."

  His index finger lightly shook, shaking off the fresh blood that stained it. Luo Zhan nodded slightly, and the technique he had just used to pierce through the palm of the "Sun Moon Divine Sect" disciple was actually from the heavenly ultimate skill, "One Yang Finger".

  Although Luo Zhan has not yet reached the Xiantian realm at this time, he cannot exert his internal energy to injure people from a distance, but in close combat, the power of his sword finger is also unmatched, comparable to a sharp weapon. Among same-level martial artists, few can rival him.

  "Who dares to stop me from handling matters for the 'Sun and Moon Divine Sect' Wind and Thunder Hall?" Tong certain has come to ask for guidance!

  Before long, a mixture of footsteps came from afar, and a loud shout suddenly rang out from the distance, interrupting Luo Zhan's thoughts.

  Right behind, a big and tall man wearing a black robe came first, then, without waiting for Luo Zhu to respond, he suddenly opened his mouth and coldly shouted: "Hmph! It's just a little kid, really doesn't know life or death!"

  "Little Hundred Bears?"

  Looking at the burly man in front of him with a thick beard, Luo Zhan's eyes flashed with a hint of confusion, and he asked in puzzlement.

  "Hmm? Little doll knows Tong Cang! I wonder which school of martial arts this young hero comes from?"

  As soon as Luo Zhuang spoke out his name, Tong Bai Xiong, the master of Feng Lei Hall of "Ri Yue Shen Jiao", was taken aback for a moment. Then, with a solemn expression, he slightly cupped his fists and shouted in a deep voice.

  "Even if it's said that the Lower Gate Sect is involved, I suppose the Young Master Tong wouldn't know either. No need to mention it then. But how did the Young Master Tong end up in this place? Could it be that he couldn't make a living at 'Black Wood Cliff'?"

  Jian De Tong Bai Xiong's face was stern, but Luo Zhan couldn't help but laugh, taking two small steps back, his body now facing the window, and he asked with a hint of teasing in his voice.

  Tong Bai Xiong, as the master of the "Sun Moon Divine Sect" Feng Lei Hall, has an extraordinary cultivation base, having already reached the early stage of the Pre-Heavenly Realm. However, the demonic sect's martial arts, although having many rapid advancement methods in the Post-Heavenly realm, are fundamentally unstable. Even if one advances to the Pre-Heavenly realm, it is still difficult to rival same-stage orthodox cultivators.

  It was Luo Zhan, who had just made a small achievement in the legendary Nine Yang Divine Art, that stirred up the idea of testing his current strength, despite Teng Baixiong possessing the power of the Innate Realm.

  "Hmm? Since you're looking for death yourself, I'll grant it to you!"

  The current "Sun Moon Cult" is largely controlled by the cult leader "Dongfang Bubai"'s favorite, Yang Lianting. Although Tong Baixiong has followed Dongfang Bubai for a long time, he clearly cannot surpass Yang Lianting, the chief manager of the Sun Moon Cult.

  This time, I was sent out on a mission by the general manager Yang Lianting, which led to a fierce battle with a formidable opponent and left me severely injured. Upon hearing Luo Zhen mention "Black Wood Cliff", I suddenly became enraged and shouted, but then my tone changed and I sneered.

  "Haha......, seeing that little doll can pierce the palm strength of a mid-term martial artist with one finger, she must also be an expert in the acquired boundary. This is just right for Master Ben to heal his wounds!"

  "Just about to ask for your guidance!"

  After a burst of laughter, Tong Bai Xiong's figure flashed and he floated over the threshold, approaching Luo Zhan who was standing not far from the window. Facing the sudden approach of the powerful Tong Bai Xiong, Luo Zhan's expression turned serious, and he retreated two steps, leaning against the window. He had already made up his mind that if there was any danger, he would immediately jump out of the window to escape.

  "Look at your palm!"

  Jian De saw Luo Zhan's intention to escape, and in the blink of an eye, he deceived Tong Bai Xiong who was close to Luo Zhan. A fierce glint flashed in his eyes, and with a raised hand, he slapped Luo Zhan fiercely.

  "One Yang Finger!"

  Facing the palm force that came with a loud whoosh, Luo Zhan didn't dare to be slow for even a moment. The "Nine Yang True Qi" surging in his meridians was like rolling thunder, and his index finger was like a spear. As his internal energy reached its peak, his finger strength converged at the tip of his index finger, pointing straight at the incoming palm print that was as large as a winnowing fan, which swiftly shot out to meet it.

  "Haha......, want to escape! No door!"

  However, just as the palm and finger were about to collide, that dark and thick palm suddenly shrank back, avoiding Luo Zhan's swiftly shot out finger force. The five fingers then reached out and grabbed Luo Zhan in one swift motion.

  "Terrible!"

  Compared to the "Sun Moon Divine Cult" Feng Lei Tang's master "Tong Bai Xiong", who has been in the Jianghu for decades, Luo Zhan's combat experience is far from sufficient. At this moment, when facing a true innate expert, his shortcomings are already fully exposed.

  Immediately, Luo Zhan's left hand rotated to rescue while his body's "Nine Yang True Qi" was like a raging river, surging and churning, rushing and flowing rapidly, violently striking the wrist pulse gate.

  In an instant, the "Nine Yang True Qi" that had just passed through the spot where Tong Baixiong was about to grab Luo Zhan's wrist suddenly enveloped his body in a thin layer of aura, and in the blink of an eye, it had already flowed through him.

  "Huh? What pure internal energy!"

  Just then, Tong Baixiong, who was holding Luo Zhan's wrist pulse, had not yet had time to feel happy, but felt a sudden shock in the hand that grabbed Luo Zhan's wrist, like grasping an iron hoop. In the next instant, Luo Zhan's captured wrist had already slipped out of Tong Baixiong's control, as if it were a loach.

  The cooked duck flew out, but Tong Bai Xiong's face didn't show any anger, instead he looked delighted. He let out a soft hum and his left hand quickly shot out to meet Luo Zhan's "One Yang Finger", grasping at nothing.

  "Hmph..."

  However, Feng Lei Tang's master "Tong Bai Xiong" miscalculated again. Although he wrapped his palm with layers of innate true energy, as soon as it collided with Luo Zhan's swift and fierce finger energy, it was instantly broken through layer by layer like a rotten wood being chopped by an axe, all the way to his palm.

  This is the power of the "One Yang Finger" Tianjie's ultimate skill, although Luo Zhan has never entered Xiantian, under the support of the extremely strong and extremely yang internal force of "Jiuyang True Qi", he can still resist the Xiantian master.

  "Hum, Stellar Devouring Magic!"

  He felt the scorching heat in the center of his palm, along with a thread of coolness. Feng Lei Tang's master "Tong Bai Xiong" knew that his hundred-refined iron palm had been pierced through by Luo Zhen's finger strength, breaking through the skin. If not for the prior infusion of the heavy first heavenly true energy to protect it, this strike would have likely ended with his hand being penetrated.

  Immediately, Tong Baixiong, who had been stifling a hum in his mouth, flashed a fierce light in his eyes, and regardless of the hidden pain in his palm, he repeated his old trick, combining his five fingers to firmly grasp Luo Zhenxin's exhausted finger.

  "Huh?"

  Suddenly, Luo Zhan's face changed drastically as the "Nine Yang True Qi" in his body surged and churned, faintly rising to the surface, and threads of it repeatedly seeped out from his fingertips.

  It must be known that the internal power of true energy is the foundation of a martial artist, and it can be said that it is the cultivation of both nature and life. At this moment, the "Nine Yang True Energy" that has been cultivated for many days is involuntarily overflowing and leaking out, which is an astonishing situation that makes Luo Zhan's heart tremble with fear.