Flowing Clouds and Flowing Clouds: Low-grade Dao-level movement technique!
He Zizai had already cultivated it to perfection. This movement technique could be used for rushing, fighting, and escaping. It could be considered a comprehensive cultivation technique.
At this moment, He Zizai, who had left the battle and did not dare to pursue, had a terrifying expression. He felt aggrieved and ashamed.
"Shame, this is simply a great humiliation!”
"Ever since I started cultivating, I've never suffered such a thing.”
He couldn't catch up, and he couldn't beat them!
Actually, it wasn't that he couldn't win, but he had consumed too much zhenqi, so it wasn't suitable for him to fight for the time being.
"Little bastard, just you wait. I will definitely make all the humiliation today…"
"Elder He, why did you run away?”
Just as He Zizai was secretly swearing, a mocking voice sounded from behind him, making He Zizai tremble and his expression extremely ugly.
"Humph! I didn't expect you to actually dare to chase after me? Do you really think I'm afraid of you?" He Zizai snorted coldly and stopped in his tracks.
However, a huge finger answered him.
"Great Desolate Heaven Trapping Finger!"
Zhang Feng directly attacked without any intention of wasting time.
He Zizai's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly activated his true qi to resist.
However, he didn't have much True Qi to begin with. After the previous battle, he used his movement technique to escape. At this moment, he was already at the end of his rope. He barely managed to use the Mad Wolf Fist.
"Bang!"
"Puchi!"
In the first round, Zhang Feng was at a disadvantage, and in the second round, they were evenly matched.
However, in the third round, He Zizai was sent flying. Scarlet blood spurted out, making his face pale and his heart jump.
There was even an ominous feeling.
"I can't fight. I can't fight him now. I have to run.”
"Otherwise, I will die in his hands."
"Bastard, what is this guy? Was it a human or a ghost? Why was his strength so strange? I only chased for a day and I actually went from the Xiantian Realm to the Condensing Reality Realm.”
In the secret passage, He Zizai used the inertia of flying backward to turn around and escape.
That panicked look was nowhere near as high-spirited as when he had just started chasing someone.
"Elder He, why did you run away again?”
"We've only fought three rounds. There are still 297 rounds left!”
" Hahaha!"
Seeing He Zizai run away, Zhang Feng laughed mockingly and chased after him.
From being chased to being chased, this feeling of counterattack made Zhang Feng feel comfortable and he couldn't help but laugh.
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
The breeze whistled by his ears. He Zizai held his chest with his right hand and forcefully suppressed the internal injuries in his body.
He ignored the provocation and laughter behind him!
However, he had exhausted his Genuine Qi and was severely injured. His speed of escape was greatly reduced.
Not long after, Zhang Feng caught up to him again.
"Divine Elephant Transformation!"
A divine elephant appeared. It was extremely huge, like a demon god from ancient times. It directly crashed into He Zizai's back.
Crack!
"Pfft!"
Instantly!
His bones were shattered, and blood spurted out. He Zizai was sent flying more than ten meters away.
After landing on the ground, it rolled a few times before slowly coming to a stop.
Dust flew everywhere, and the yellow sunset sprinkled down. He Zizai's face was filled with pain and fear.
There was also unimaginable humiliation and anger.
"Saint... Saint Child, I am the seventh elder of the sect. If you kill me, you will be hunted down by the entire Nine Serene Gate.”
"Even if you go to heaven or earth, you won't be able to escape.”
From the confident pursuit to shock, to helplessness, to defeat, and now to the final struggle, He Zizai felt like he was dreaming. He couldn't believe the reality in front of him.
But unfortunately, the intense pain told him that he had no idea what was going on.
This was all true.
Everything was real.
"Oh? Unable to escape? Could it be that if I don't kill you, the Nine Serene Gate won't chase after me?”Zhang Feng's expression was cold as he slowly walked in front of He Zizai and asked.
"No, with me pleading for you, the Saint Child will definitely be nurtured by the entire sect after returning to the sect, allowing your strength to soar.”
"Saint Child, come back with me!" He Zizai wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. A kind smile actually hung on his face. He wanted Zhang Feng to go back to the Nine Serene Gate with him.
But was it possible?
Impossible, Zhang Feng couldn't go back.
The only result of going back was certain death!
Therefore, Zhang Feng shook his head slightly and said coldly,"There's no need. The grudge between Li Feiyu and I is beyond your imagination.”
"Either he dies or I die."
"No, the entire Nine Serene Gate is going to be destroyed.”
Zhang Feng's voice sounded like it came from hell. It was filled with terrifying killing intent and coldness, causing He Zizai's body to stiffen.
Just as he was about to beg for mercy, Zhang Feng had already punched him.
"Pfft!"
His skull shattered and his brain exploded.
The Seventh Elder of the Nine Serene Gate, an expert in the Yuan Establishment Realm, had fallen at the hands of Zhang Feng.
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