Celestial Master： I Have an Otherworld-Chapter 189 - 72: Assassination_3

"Creak..."

A man pushed the door open and staggered out, drunkenly letting out a belch, intending to undo his belt and relax a bit, when his eyes caught sight of the corpse in the bushes.

Hmm?

His eyes narrowed, then widened in anger:

"An assassin!"

The beggar instinctively roared furiously at the sky, but before his voice could fall, he felt the world spin, and a headless corpse appeared in his view.

The attire of the headless corpse was very familiar.

Who is it?

Turns out it's me!

Just as the thought crossed his mind, his consciousness plunged into endless darkness.

"Bang!"

The head hit the ground, startling the people in the backyard.

"Boom..."

The window pane of the side room shattered, and several figures leaped out, some holding swords and sabers, some barehanded, while most wielded sticks.

The Beggar Gang's sticks are renowned throughout the land.

"Who?"

"What nerve!"

"The lookout's been killed, quickly notify the Hall Master."

These men were also battle-hardened veterans. Though the alcohol surged to their heads, it didn't impair their awareness. A quick glance was enough to grasp the situation.

They shouted in unison.

"Charge!"

Two people rushed forward first.

One of them wielded a large-ringed saber, the saber light flashed and chopped down overhead with such ferocity, it seemed it could cleave a fierce tiger.

The other wielded a stick, his wrist trembling as the stick shot out like a viper from its cave, striking first and aiming straight for the 'Masked Man's' throat.

Producing a 'hissing' sound.

It was said.

A senior of the Beggar Gang made a living capturing snakes, scaring the snakes with a stick and then seizing the opportunity to strike, gradually developing a staff technique from it.

Thus passed on to the gang members.

This move, Dragon Coiling Snake Stretching, was a killing move among them.

Seeing that he was exposed, Fang Zheng didn't bother to hide any longer. Instead of retreating, he advanced, tucking his neck, stepping lightly, folding his waist, arching his spine like a bow, his whole body resembled a great peacock. With a shake of his arms like a peacock spreading its tail, he flashed past the incoming saber and stick.

In his hand, the long saber swept across the air.

"Pfft!"

The saber blade sliced through throats, and the two fell backward, dead on the spot.

"Old Wu!"

"Haozi!"

The remaining few changed their expressions drastically, even hesitating for a moment in their charge, fear apparent in their eyes.

The two fallen were no ordinary gang members, especially Haozi, who achieved Bone Forging last year and was already a Blood Martial Artist, yet couldn't withstand a single blow.

It wasn't that they were weak.

But rather...

The intruder was too strong!

While hesitation arose in their hearts, Fang Zheng wouldn't stop there. Taking advantage of the front yard's lack of response, he charged headlong with his saber.

Ever since he understood the realm of Divine Fist, his comprehension of the One-Character Heart-Clearing Slash grew deeper.

Previously, when he performed the One-Character Heart-Clearing Slash, he was merely imitating, though it was powerful, he didn't grasp the saber technique's intricacies.

With the realm of Divine Fist, it marked the true beginning of mastering the saber technique.

Thus, holding the saber felt like an extension of his body. The saber blade quivered lightly, effortlessly slicing and tearing the flesh of the Beggar Gang disciples.

Apart from the Blood Martial Artists, the others couldn't withstand two moves from him.

"Bang!"

As he was about to charge into the main hall.

The door suddenly shattered, and a woman, scantily clad in thin silk, screamed as she was thrown out from the inside, hurled towards Fang Zheng.

Fang Zheng sidestepped to avoid her, ready to rush forward when he suddenly leaned backward, explosively retreating.

It turned out that as they passed by each other, the woman's wrist shook, and a soft whip, which she had hidden somewhere, shot straight out, the whip's speed accompanied by a piercing, whistling sound.

"The nerve."

The woman's voice was sharp:

"How dare you trespass in the Beggar Gang's territory."

"Courting death!"

"Hmph!" Fang Zheng snorted coldly, killing intent surging in his heart, his body twisted mid-air, the saber light transforming from his grip spread across the scene like a full moon.

"Crack..."

The soft whip split in two.

Seeing the woman about to perish under the blade, a forceful palm strike shot out from the side.

"Well done saber technique!"

Jiao Gu shouted:

"Who are you?"

"The one who will take your life!" Fang Zheng replied in a low voice, charging with his saber.

"Just you?" Jiao Gu's tiger eyes widened, his palm technique suddenly quickened, with five fingers slightly clenching inward as a tiger's roar resounded.

"Roar!"

Celestial Tiger Palm—the Tiger Roar shakes the world!

The roar trembled the soul, and the palm technique was profound with forceful power, making such a heritage evidently extraordinary.

Facing the palm wind directly, Fang Zheng's breath hitched, and his heart subconsciously filled with fear, but he snapped back instantly, showing disdain on his face.

Divine Fist?

It's nothing but all show!

The Celestial Tiger Palm contains the true meaning of the Tiger Roar within it.

The creator of this palm technique was undoubtedly exceptional, as later generations only need to cultivate it to mastery to naturally comprehend the Martial Dao Will within it.

This is far superior to others fumbling around blindly.

In truth.

The truly superior heritages all contain the true meaning of martial arts, otherwise, where would there be so many outstandingly talented individuals in the world, comprehending it on their own?

However, as formidable as the Celestial Tiger Palm may be.

But,

Jiao Gu has not mastered it fully!

While Fang Zheng,

has independently understood the way of Divine Fist, stepping into the Third Realm of Martial Arts.

One is real, the other is false, and the difference is clear.

Thus, wielding the saber like a wheel, the saber light flashing, Five Elements Saber Technique transforming back and forth, in the blink of an eye putting Jiao Gu in a perilous situation.

"Screech!"

An eerie wind suddenly arose in the field, and five Underworld Souls appeared out of nowhere.

Madam Qi retreated, black smoke emanating from her five fingers, connecting with the Underworld Souls in the void, and she couldn't help but grinning maliciously as she saw Fang Zheng.

"Friend, your saber technique is impressive. Why not take a look at my Five Ghosts Soul-Driving Technique!"

Warlock!

This woman is actually dual-cultivating with magic.

"Go!"

Madam Qi pushed forward with one hand, and the five Underworld Souls dived down sharply, simultaneously letting out sharp screeches, the sound of ghosts wailing and gods howling directly assaulting the Sea of Consciousness.

For the ordinary person present,

even just this ghostly sound penetrating the brain would be unbearable.

"Clang!"

The saber sound trembled lightly, melodious and grand, instantly clearing everything away.

Fang Zheng's expression turned serious, as he brandished the saber fiercely while resisting Jiao Gu's Palm Force.

Martial Arts Third Layer, unity of spirit and intent, Divine Fist!

With the blessing of Martial Dao Will, Qi and Blood like a furnace, capable of extinguishing demons and ghosts, storing essence and merging Divine Will, thus giving birth to Innate Qi.

The records from "Notes on Martial Arts" surfaced in his mind. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

In the past,

Fang Zheng found it difficult to understand how the fleshly body could resist the shadowy Underworld Soul Ghosts, but now he naturally comprehended its rationale.

The long saber cleaved through, dispersing the Underworld Souls.

Ghosts,

turned out to be unable to withstand a single blow!

"Martial Dao Will!" Madam Qi's complexion changed dramatically, screaming:

"Not good!"

Those imbued with Martial Dao Will, even if they haven't cultivated True Qi, are the nemesis of warlocks, as fists and feet can also break various kinds of magic.

Seeing her painstakingly nurtured Underworld Souls about to be completely slain, Madam Qi's beautiful eyes trembled, and she suddenly shouted:

"Do or die!"

"Explode for me!"

"Screech!"

The ghosts howled ferociously in the air, as a plume of black smoke erupted violently.

"Whew..."

Jiao Gu also seized the opportunity to strike with his palms.

His expression turned solemn, and the twelve styles of Celestial Tiger Palm connected in a sequence, seemingly conjuring a fierce tiger in the air, pouncing toward the intruder.

This time,

both of them were going all out.

"Zheng..."

The field suddenly erupted with a saber radiance, a resolute Sword Intent sweeping across, causing Madam Qi and Jiao Gu's expressions to change dramatically.

......

Front courtyard.

The main gate opened, and a group of people walked in.

The leader was dressed in grand attire, with a three-inch beard, looking to be around fifty or sixty, yet with skin care that would make one envious at twenty or thirty.

He stepped forward and asked:

"Where is Jiao Gu?"

"Reporting to the Altar Master, the Hall Master is in the backyard," a beggar bowed in response, beads of cold sweat forming on his forehead.

"Hah..." The newcomer clasped his hands behind his back, unsurprisingly showing a cold smile:

"Jiao Gu truly has a large presence, knowing this old man is coming yet doesn't come out to greet me."

"Hmm?"

At that moment, the melodious saber hum coming from the backyard caused his expression to change slightly:

"Something's not right!"

"There's an enemy!"

Before the words had even fallen, his figure had disappeared from the spot.