Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant-Chapter 1595 - 106 Hui Yunzi_2

Chapter 1595 -106 Hui Yunzi_2

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Next, a Daoist figure with white hair and a jade hairpin, meticulous and refined, stepped out slowly.

He was dressed in a plain moon-white Daoist robe.

Between his brows rested a frost-like indifference as he slightly raised his head to glance at the elder standing amidst the Blood River in the high sky.

At the sight of this moon-white silhouette, an illusion filled Wang Ba’s mind. Despite the entirely different appearance, he seemed to catch a glimpse of another Xun FuJun.

The same aloof detachment, the same unapproachable air.

However, the difference lay in how this moon-white figure’s sudden emergence was akin to a cold winter sun—chilling, yet radiating a commanding intensity, fierce and overbearing, overshadowing all the brilliance emanating from Han Yanzi.

Drawing everyone’s astonished gazes.

Ji Ying, currently the sect’s most senior member, was visibly shocked upon witnessing this moon-white silhouette:

“Martial Uncle Hui?!”

“He… is still alive?!”

Not far away, the five Yuyang Patriarchs also revealed expressions of surprise, evidently caught completely off-guard.

“Welcome, Grandmaster!”

In that moment, Zhao Feng, hovering at the edge of the Dharma Sect’s formation, was the first to bow respectfully toward the figure, his voice resounding throughout the entire sect.

Seeing the Wanxiang Sect Master Zhao Feng take the lead in paying respect, the crowds finally snapped out of their daze and hurriedly followed suit:

“Welcome, Martial Uncle!”

“Welcome, Patriarch!”

The moon-white silhouette remained expressionless, detached as water—seemingly unconcerned.

His gaze bypassed Han Yanzi entirely, landing instead on Wang Ba behind the crowd, subtly nodding before a faint but discernible smile of approval surfaced on his otherwise indifferent face.

Wang Ba suddenly felt an extraordinary sense of gratitude and honor.

He quickly bowed in respect.

“Hui Yunzi! Weren’t you reported to have failed your Crossing Tribulation before?!”

Seeing the moon-white figure remain silent, Han Yanzi’s expression turned grave.

The moon-white figure cast him a glance, but offered no answer, as though unwilling to dignify the question.

Such disdainful conduct immediately ignited Han Yanzi’s fury.

His eyes flickered rapidly, a glint of apprehension flashing momentarily before he gritted his teeth and muttered in a low tone:

“Hui Yunzi, your continued existence indeed surprised me. But don’t try to fool me—you’re older than I, and have been in hiding for so long. I wager now you’re merely hanging by a thread. Even if you appear today, surely you’re no longer capable of a fight, are you?” freewebnσvel.cѳm

Though his head was raised, the moon-white figure somehow carried an air of looking down upon Han Yanzi beneath him. His gaze was cold and unperturbed. Upon hearing Han Yanzi’s statement, he finally spoke slowly:

“My affairs, of what relevance to you?”

“You!”

After millennia, being disregarded by a peer stirred a rare surge of rage within Han Yanzi. Yet as the anger brewed, his pupils abruptly constricted!

Without uttering any unnecessary words, Hui Yunzi suddenly lifted his hand and pointed lightly toward him.

‘Ssshhh’!

The fury brewing within Han Yanzi’s heart instantaneously transformed into an uncontrollable blaze. In a blink, it erupted into surging flames that engulfed his entire body!

“Not good! I’ve walked right into it!”

“This Hui Yunzi truly has no sense of propriety!”

Han Yanzi’s heart shook, deeply vexed by Hui Yunzi’s ruthless strike that wasted no time aiming straight for a critical blow.

The fragmented Blood Sea Dao Domain around him swiftly reassembled, torrents of the Blood River surging toward him in an attempt to extinguish the flames consuming him.

Simultaneously, he desperately worked to calm his raging emotions.

Yet at that moment, Hui Yunzi’s utterly emotionless voice rang out beside his ears:

“Millennia have passed, yet you’ve made not an ounce of progress.”

Han Yanzi’s face became ashen. Despite his utmost efforts to suppress it, the flames enveloping him surged higher!

Even worse, lightning in the skies above descended upon him in that instant with a deafening strike.

Crack!

The lightning reached him.

Yet in the next moment, both the flames around Han Yanzi and the lightning vanished into thin air.

Only Han Yanzi surrounded by the Blood River remained, standing with a darkened expression.

Completely unharmed!

Witnessing this, Hui Yunzi’s brows arched slightly, a trace of astonishment fleetingly crossing his otherwise indifferent visage:

“‘Nine Sons Substitution Technique’… Truly, you dare.”

Having his technique exposed so effortlessly, Han Yanzi’s expression grew darker. He cast a glance at the rapidly forming Tribulation Clouds above Hui Yunzi’s head, his voice sinking as he spoke:

“Hui Yunzi, I’ll admit you have your abilities. But now, even you are about to face the lock of the Will of the heaven and earth. If we continue fighting, it will only end in mutual destruction. Why not—madman!”

Han Yanzi’s face abruptly shifted as he cursed angrily, retreating evasively.

His finger missed its mark, but Hui Yunzi’s expression remained unchanged. He then suddenly opened his palm lightly and clenched gently.

In the next instant, though Han Yanzi had clearly dodged, countless black snakes radiating fear surfaced all over his body!

Within moments, they coiled tightly around him, their numerous heads lunging toward his brow in unison.

Though Han Yanzi wielded the blood water from his body to transform into blades that slashed through each snake’s head one by one, new snakes emerged from the severed ends, growing more numerous and constricting tighter with each passing moment. Within breaths, they enveloped his entire form!

Bang!

The Blood Sea Dao Domain erupted violently, instantly expelling all the snakes that encased him.

Yet at that precise moment, lightning from above once more descended!

Crack!

The lightning reached him and again dissipated as suddenly as it had appeared.

“Hui Yunzi!”

Han Yanzi’s expression turned dark as pitch, bloodshot streaks lining his eyes!

He glared intently at Hui Yunzi, who stood beneath the thunderclouds, his demeanor unaffected as ever.

After the Heaven and Earth Decline, gathering these nine Immortal Ascension cultivators had been an uphill battle.

Especially for the primitive Demonic Sect, which had suffered catastrophic losses during the cosmic upheaval, nearly exhausting every last resource.

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