Celestial Master： I Have an Otherworld-Chapter 190 - 73: Evasion

"Master Yin!"

"Altar Master!"

"..."

The beggars hadn't heard the sound of blades clashing, and for a moment they were confused. Seeing the situation, they couldn't care about anything else and shouted as they rushed towards the back courtyard.

Before they reached the back courtyard, a furious roar came from within.

"How dare you!"

"To commit such murder at the Beggar Gang's stronghold, you deserve to die!"

It was Yin Fang, the Altar Master!

With the roar, a scorching power howled out, and the back courtyard instantly seemed to turn into a furnace, with a strong wind whipping up waves.

Yin Fang's nickname was 'Wind and Fire Divine Dragon,' partly because of his bold personality like a fierce wind and raging fire, and partly because his unique cultivation method endowed him with scorching internal force.

Six Yang Palm!

This palm is blazing hot, burning everything it touches.

Not to mention Yin Fang is a master who has cultivated True Qi.

"Boom!"

The window shattered, instantly burning to ashes, and even the wall built with compacted earth was easily pierced through by the palm force, with the edges of the hole appearing scorched black.

Fang Zheng's figure flashed continuously, retreating frantically, his eyes showing terror.

Although there was a distance of a few meters between them, it felt as if he were in a furnace, with his eyebrows and hair slightly curling due to the high temperature.

Could the scorching palm force actually materialize?

Martial Artist!

The Beggar Gang in Gu'an County had such masters?

"Go!"

There was no time to think further. His body rolled like a long snake winding and moving to avoid the palm force, and it was as if springs were installed under his feet, propelling him swiftly over the courtyard wall.

"Trying to escape?"

Yin Fang squinted his eyes:

"You killed my people and still wish to leave?"

"Stay here for me!"

He stepped forward, crashing straight towards the courtyard wall.

The wall, made of blue bricks and mud, crumbled like soft tofu upon impact, collapsing with a crash.

Fang Zheng's fleeing figure also came into view.

He raised his hand,

True Qi gathered, and a dangerous warning suddenly surged.

"Bang!"

The sound of gunfire rang out.

At the moment Fang Zheng turned around, a warning surged in Yin Fang's mind, causing his palm technique to freeze momentarily, his entire body shooting out at an angle like a trail of fire.

"Bang!"

"Bang bang bang!"

Fang Zheng fired another four shots in rapid succession.

Then he holstered the gun, roaring angrily, his eyes flashing with electricity as he brandished his saber for another powerful slash.

In the Divine Spear Hall's Thunder Concealment Heart Method, there is a secret technique known as the Thunder-Invoking Technique that can draw out the power of thunder hidden within the body.

In a short period,

it can drastically increase speed and strength.

Back then, Cai Jiuyuan managed to escape from his One-Character Heart-Clearing Slash because he used this technique.

But now.

Fang Zheng used Thunder-Invoking Technique to stimulate his body's potential, then performed the One-Character Heart-Clearing Slash, stepping through two meters of space in one stride to slash directly at Yin Fang's neck.

Under the night sky.

A streak of saber light tore through the darkness.

Lingering for a long time.

"Hmph!"

Yin Fang grunted, cold sweat forming on his forehead, raising his palm to shield himself.

"Boom!"

The powerful qi exploded, and both figures retreated violently at the same time. Fang Zheng tumbled into the darkness, then bounced up and dashed into the distance, disappearing with a few flickers.

Yin Fang leaned back, sliding back for several meters before barely coming to a halt.

"Altar Master!"

"Master Yin!"

"..."

It was only at this moment that the beggars from Zhang Mansion finally arrived late.

"I'm fine."

Yin Fang raised his hand, pushing away the arms reaching out to help him, looking down at his own waist with a slight twitch at the corners of his mouth, eyes filled with astonishment:

"Such a formidable hidden weapon!"

"Hmm!"

He grunted, gathering True Qi at his waist, muscles twitching, forcibly squeezing a bullet out of his body.

"Clang..."

The bullet fell to the ground.

The front end was already flattened.

"Altar Master?"

"Just now was..."

"That person killed Jiao Gu." Yin Fang squinted, wiping his waist, the muscles closing up over the wound, stopping the blood flow:

"His saber technique is superb; he must have comprehended the True Meaning of Martial Arts, but..."

"What exactly is that hidden weapon?"

Blood Martial Artists who comprehend the True Meaning of Martial Arts are rare, but not uncommon in the Prefecture City, and to Yin Fang, they are nothing special.

But that hidden weapon was truly formidable.

Even he was caught off guard, and it was difficult to gather his strength in a short time; otherwise, there was no way he couldn't have detained the enemy.

"Investigate!" he said in a muffled voice:

"I want to see who dares to challenge the Beggar Gang!"

"Yes."

The beggars all responded in unison.

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Fang Mansion.

"Hmm!"

Fang Zheng grunted, leaping through the back window into the room, his legs gave way and he almost collapsed to the floor, taking a long time to catch his breath, his entire body soaked in sweat. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

"True Energy Realm Martial Artists are indeed formidable."

Extending his right hand, his palm was pitch-black, the stinging pain extending halfway up his arm.

Rolling up his sleeve,

revealed veins bulging on his arm like writhing earthworms, the muscles trembling slightly, each tremor accompanied by a wave of pain.

"Tsk..."

"Even with a saber in between, if it really landed on me, how could I stand it? Even a Three Blood Martial Artist couldn't withstand three punches and two kicks."

"Fortunately, I had a gun, otherwise it would have been bad."

Thoughts swirling in his mind, Fang Zheng's eye twitched slightly.

The threat of firearms isn't as great as he imagined for True Energy Realm Martial Artists, at least small firearms like pistols.

They're threatening,

but not lethal.

A Martial Artist's speed is too fast, their danger perception sharp, almost making it impossible to hit vital points; their physique is incredibly resilient, impacts to the waist can only hinder their actions.

Of course,

If there were a dozen guns surrounding and firing in a small alley, even a Martial Artist would have no chance of survival.

"Luckily, it's not without gains."

Fang Zheng grinned, although his smile was unsightly, his mood was genuinely joyful.

Jiao Gu is dead,

the Fang Mansion won't be in trouble for now.

Moreover,

there was an unexpected gain.

He struggled to pull out a black pouch from his waist. The palm-sized pouch was somehow woven; its surface felt smooth and tender like skin.