Looking at Zhao Zhijing kneeling on the ground, Su Liu smiled and said softly,
"It seems that your bones are not as hard as you think.”
Zhao Zhijing's entire body trembled as he kowtowed and begged for mercy.
"Fellow Daoist…On the account that they were both from the Dao Sect…Please spare my life…"
Su Liu's lips curled into a cold smile, and his voice was filled with a dark ruthlessness.
"Are we both from the same Dao Sect?"
"Then do you know why the old monk who came to your Quan Zhen Sect half a month ago was humiliated for no reason? He was so angry that he was bedridden and died of depression?”
"Do you know that the old man went to Quan Zhen Sect to ask for medicine for his sick disciple?”
"Do you know that my disciple is me?”
Su Liu's series of questions made Zhao Zhijing's face turn ashen.
Because he had already recalled.
Half a month ago, this old Daoist who came to ask for medicine for his disciple was personally chased down the mountain by him!
"I... I don't know... That old Daoist is your master…" Zhao Zhijing's entire body was trembling, his eyes filled with fear, and he kept begging for mercy like a kowtowing insect.
Meanwhile, Su Liu's gaze became even colder.
Although he was smiling, this smile made Zhao Zhijing shudder.
"I asked for medicine, but you didn't give it to me.”
"But you shouldn't have humiliated an old man who's over eighty years old.”
Su Liu sighed softly and looked indifferently at Zhao Zhijing. He said faintly,"Every injustice has its perpetrator, and every debt has its owner. Use your life to atone for your sins!”
Before he could finish his sentence, he shook his palm and True Qi burst out. The long sword in his hand instantly shattered into hundreds of sword fragments.
Immediately after, Su Liu waved his sleeve, and a vast amount of zhenqi spread out. Like a whirlwind, it wrapped up the thousands of sword fragments and turned them into a storm of swords, which was about to howl toward Zhao Zhijing, who had collapsed on the ground.
"Stop!"
"How dare you!"
"No!"
At this moment, a series of angry shouts sounded. Several figures in Taoist robes floated over from afar like cranes.
From the looks of it, these people should be the seven disciples of Wang Chongyang, the current leaders of Quan Zhen Sect.
Quanzhen Seven Sons.
" Fellow Daoist, please show mercy!"
Su Liu turned a deaf ear and sneered. He then waved his sleeve forward.
In the next moment, thousands of broken blades whistled out. Under the influence of vigorous Genuine Qi, they swept Zhao Zhijing into them like a storm of blades.
He was cut into pieces and his flesh turned into mud.
A mournful scream echoed throughout the entire Chong Yang Palace.
Su Liu, on the other hand, stood where he was with an indifferent gaze. His moon-white Daoist robe was spotless, and as the ribbons of his robe fluttered in the wind, he looked like an immortal. It formed an extremely sharp contrast with the bloody and miserable appearance beside him.
A thought of heaven, a thought of hell.
Seeing this scene, Zhao Zhijing's master, Wang Chuyi, was so furious that his eyes were about to pop out. He roared and immediately flew toward Su Liu.
"Brat, how dare you!"
Looking at the black-faced Taoist priest flying over, Su Liu's eyes were cold as he said proudly,"You alone are not worthy of my attention!”
After saying that, he raised his hand, clenched his fist, and punched in one go.
He threw a punch and struck the void.
The wind and clouds shook when the fist was unleashed!
It was the strongest martial art in the Nine Yin Scripture, the Great Demon Fist!
Under the activation of the Nine Suns Flying Rainbow Divine Art, as well as the vast divine power of the Nirvana Body, this punch was like the fist of a god descending from the nine heavens.
The golden fist force was like an azure dragon soaring through the sky, creating golden ripples in the void. The Nine Suns Flying Rainbow Qi gathered and did not disperse. It was like a roaring wave or a volcano that suddenly bombarded Wang Chuyi who was still in the air.
The latter, on the other hand, turned pale with fright. He had never expected that this seemingly young and handsome Taoist priest could actually unleash such a terrifying fist force.
Wang Chuyi did not have time to think and hurriedly drew his sword out of its sheath.
Clang!
With the long sword in hand, this Quan Zhen Sect master with the name of Ironfoot Immortal attacked 23 times in an instant. The bright sword light was like lightning arcs interweaving in the air to form a dense sword net that enveloped his body.
Even so, it was still difficult to resist Su Liu's thunder-like punch.
Bang!
The dragon-like fist force pierced through the air and exploded with a terrifying power like a landslide and tsunami. It shattered Wang Chuyi's sword net almost in an instant.
Then, the fist force continued to condense and did not dissipate, heavily bombarding his chest.
"Pfft-"
The fist force exploded like a thunderbolt or a volcano.
Even though Wang Chuyi had already circulated his genuine Qi to resist, the explosive force still shook him to the point of severe pain in his lungs. His face first flushed red, then turned pale. His body retreated more than ten feet, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, almost falling to the ground.
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