The Happy Farmer Wanderer-Chapter 775: Battle of the Strong_1

Xuan Chen Zhenren’s seemingly effortless palm strike unleashed a sudden whirlwind, materializing a visible gigantic hand in mid-air that followed the trajectory of his strike and hit the man in the gray robe.

However, the man in the gray robe was clearly well-prepared, his body swiftly retreating backward as he suddenly drew the treasured sword from his back, heading straight for the massive palm and forcefully slashed down with his sword.

The sword’s radiance was a fiery red, swelling in the wind.

With a loud bang, the palm and the sword’s light collided.

In an instant, sand flew and rocks moved, the sky and earth roared nonstop, the surrounding area was filled with piercing sonic booms.

Within this area, the heavens and the earth seemed to tremble violently due to such a collision.

Li Qing, the weakest in strength amidst the crowd, was buffeted by the wind and stumbled a few times before he barely managed to stabilize himself.

Only a battle scene like this truly befit Cultivators; a contest of fists and kicks seemed more like a duel between martial warriors.

Li Qing, his eyes filled with admiration, felt his blood boil with excitement.

"Sima old dog, I didn’t expect you to come up with some real skills after hiding in the mountains for so many years," Xuan Chen Zhenren sneered as he spoke, his body instantly teleporting next to the man in the gray robe, "But that’s about it. If you don’t want me to beat you, you are far from adequate. Show me if you have any ultimate moves."

"Xuan Chen old Taoist, don’t be too arrogant!" the man in the gray robe shouted angrily, swinging his sword to attack.

Xuan Chen Zhenren’s figure became elusive, like a projection steamed up by water vapor, dodging left and right, up and down, circling around the man in the gray robe, "Sima old dog, the old Taoist could turn you into an old dog back in the day, and I can certainly do the same today." 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

With a loud bang, a fierce palm suddenly descended from the sky.

Like the legendary Ksitigarbha’s palm from movies, it pressed down upon the man in the gray robe.

The man in the gray robe looked up, then suddenly merged with his sword, turning into a beam of fiery red light that rushed toward the giant palm in mid-air.

"Old dog, it’s exactly you taking to the air that I’ve been waiting for!"

His figure unseen, Xuan Chen Zhenren’s voice echoed from all around.

Suddenly, countless immense palm prints appeared out of thin air, assaulting the man in the gray robe from all directions. In an instant, they pummelled him relentlessly, causing his figure to sway helplessly like a rootless duckweed, even the light from his treasured sword faded and dimmed.

With a thud, the man in the gray robe crashed from mid-air and plunged straight into the earth below.

In an instant, Xuan Chen Zhenren appeared, raised his hand to draw a massive boulder several meters high, and smashed it onto the man in the gray robe. After completing this, he didn’t stop; his hands quickly formed seals, creating a series of intricate and complex incantations.

Countless golden talismans appeared with the movements of his hands, swirling around Xuan Chen Zhenren like flowing lights.

"Go!"

Xuan Chen Zhenren, with eyes closed, gave a deep shout, and with one pointing gesture, the myriad flowing talismans wrapped around the boulder, instantly penetrating into it. The boulder still looked like the same boulder, as if nothing had changed, but everyone knew that this stone was no longer the ordinary stone it had been before.

"Xuan Chen old Taoist, do you think this will trap me? You underestimate me too much!" the man in the gray robe’s voice suddenly came from underground. Then, the ground churned, and several tangible waves of Qi, like earth dragons writhing, burst forth from beneath the ground, wrapping around Xuan Chen Zhenren.

"This is more like it. If I sealed you so easily, it wouldn’t reflect well on myself," Xuan Chen Zhenren said. "After all, you were once one of my adversaries. It would make me look incompetent if you haven’t made any progress over the years."

As he spoke, his figure became more ethereal, as if he had completely disappeared within the expanse, yet also as if he existed in every corner.

Not only toward the man in the grey robe, but this powerful aura also gave everyone the same feeling.

Especially for the weaker Li Qing, this sensation was particularly intense.

He felt uneasy all over, as if he were enveloped by Xuan Chen Zhenren, surrounded by his various expressions—smiling, scowling, and cursing—from head to toe, from top to bottom.

"Husband, steady your mind," Jing Yan’s voice suddenly sounded in Li Qing’s ear, tranquility itself, as if from heaven.

"This must be your master’s Dao, although it’s only just begun to merge, there are already some signs. The Dao becomes formless; he takes formlessness as his Dao, unseen yet omnipresent. This Dao is vast and can easily ensnare one’s mind. Do not try to use your Divine Sense to discern your master’s exact location, or you won’t be able to return."

Li Qing was startled; he had almost done just that.

He felt as though Xuan Chen Zhenren surrounded him on all sides, which was very uncomfortable.

He wanted to try and ascertain where exactly his master was, to stabilize his own Divine Sense.

Fortunately, he had not attempted to do so.

Suddenly, a scream arose from within the enemy camp.

No sooner had it subsided than another followed.

The two middle-aged men, slightly behind the others, clutched their heads and began to scream violently, as if driven insane.

Another in the front sat down cross-legged with a grim expression, his lips rapidly moving as if he were reciting some incantation.

"Simba, the old dog, how do you like this feint from me?" Xuan Chen Zhenren’s voice echoed around them.

Even amidst such a tense battle, his voice was as light as if he were out for a stroll in the mountains, utterly at ease.

"Xuan Chen, you dishonorable tortoise, your true opponent is me! Sneak attacks from the shadows—that’s the act of a scoundrel!" the voice of the man in the grey robe emerged from underground. As his words fell, a sudden breeze picked up, dust whirled, and several figures, indistinguishable from the man in the grey robe, emerged from it as if made of sand.

They formed a circle and each sat down cross-legged in a specific direction.

Then, a faint white light suddenly shone from each of these sand figures. As the white light flickered, the space around seemed to change once more, as if being violently compressed, becoming extremely solid.

Li Qing did not know if others felt the same, but suddenly, his head seemed encased in cement, making even breathing difficult. His shoulders felt burdened with the weight of a thousand pounds, making it hard to keep his body upright.

Jing Yan suddenly raised her hand and emitted a streak of light, which landed on Li Qing.

As the cool sensation passed through him, the oppressive weight on him vanished instantly.

"These two old bastards are no good birds," Jing Yan grumbled in annoyance.