CHAPTER 52: 51. KNOCKING OUT A KID WITH EACH PUNCH (PLEASE FOLLOW AND READ!)

"SPLASH!"

Before the old Taoist had finished speaking, the surface of Hanging Sky Lake above their heads suddenly burst open!

A shadow, too fast for the naked eye to perceive, plunged down at high speed and, in an instant, arrived in front of Luo Haoran, who was closest to the shore!

This unexpected emergence from the deluge caught everyone by surprise.

As a True Inheritance disciple of the Celestial Master Mansion, Luo Haoran reacted extremely swiftly, illuminating the Golden Barrier Talisman’s light to shield his entire body the very first moment.

But the assailant had suddenly burst out of the flood teeming with turbulent Spiritual Energy, swooping downwards and even dragging down a massive amount of water from above.

Though Luo Haoran had the Golden Barrier Talisman, the surge of the Spiritual Energy-laden flood consumed the golden light that surrounded his body.

Seizing the opportunity, the attacker struck fiercely. Luo Haoran, caught off guard, groaned as he took a powerful punch, blood spraying into the air.

Master Lu, you can’t speak like that; you’re like an old general on a stage, covered with flags from head to toe... Lei Jun rushed forward, grabbing the severely injured Luo Haoran and quickly retreating.

"Dong Yang!"

Lu Zhaoqing recognized the attacker’s identity—it was someone from the Dong Clan. He was both shocked and furious. He promptly conjured a Thunderclap Talisman, which flashed with lightning in mid-air, striking at Dong Yang.

Dong Yang neither dodged nor evaded. Instead, he took a deep breath and punched forward, the air exploding as if thunder had burst from the ground.

Flesh and blood braving the lightning!

The Thunderclap Talisman was a True Inheritance from the Celestial Master Mansion; its power was anything but trivial.

Dong Yang’s body was knocked back several steps in succession, but he ultimately managed to withstand the strike.

However, the hand and arm that had clashed with the lightning were charred and trembling incessantly.

With Elder Yuan gone, how come there are still so many True Inheritance disciples of the Celestial Master Mansion left? This is going to be troublesome...

Despite saying that, Dong Yang snorted, "What’s done is done; there’s no turning back now!"

By standing his ground, he bought time and space for those behind him.

More people from the Dong Family emerged through the gap in the water curtain above, following the current down.

Once his followers managed to stand firm, Dong Yang no longer held his position.

"You old Taoist relic, can those old arms and legs of yours still move?"

He took a deep breath. As his vital energy and blood circulated, the charred blackness of his right hand, struck by lightning, gradually returned to a healthy, radiant complexion.

At the same time, Dong Yang’s figure dipped then rose, quickly reaching Lu Zhaoqing, the Master of Qingxiao Temple.

Lu Zhaoqing launched his second Thunderclap Talisman, but Dong Yang, with agile movements, dodged the lightning strike while simultaneously shifting to Lu Zhaoqing’s side and landed a swift left punch!

The golden light of the Golden Barrier Talisman shone in time, protecting Lu Zhaoqing from the punch.

He had cultivated his life-bound Golden Barrier Talisman, and its defensive power was exceptionally strong.

But Dong Yang’s punches were a flurry, so fast the eye could hardly keep up. One punch failed to shake the Golden Barrier Talisman, but then a dozen or more punches hammered the same spot in rapid succession.

Lu Zhaoqing was advanced in years, his vital energy and blood failing. While the Corporeal Life Mastery of Taoist Talisman Sect cultivators was originally not weak, at this moment, both his reaction time and speed had diminished significantly for him. Despite continuously moving and adjusting his position, he was still forced back step-by-step by Dong Yang, who persistently adjusted his own direction and angle, hammering the same spot with over a dozen blows.

Initially, Dong Yang predominantly used his left fist due to the injury to his right hand.

However, his vital energy and blood surged throughout his body, making him seem like a miniature Furnace of Roaring Flames radiating intense heat. The circulation in his right hand fully recovered.

Now, delivering consecutive punches with both hands, his momentum more than doubled.

Just as constant dripping wears away stone, and a persistent nail can pierce cowhide. Dong Yang often represented the Dong Family on visits to the Lin Clan in Jiangzhou. Through the Lin Clan, he had evidently learned much about how to counter the Celestial Master Mansion’s Golden Barrier Talisman. He was now exploiting his youthful strength and fluid, swift movements to forcefully break through Lu Zhaoqing’s Golden Barrier Talisman.

Fortunately, capitalizing on the time bought by the Golden Barrier Talisman, Lu Zhaoqing launched other Spirit Talismans in retaliation.

Even though he had left Dragon Tiger Mountain many years ago, as a True Inheritance disciple of the Celestial Master Mansion, even the Basic Spirit Talismans he practiced were based on profound principles and possessed immense power.

Dong Yang, after contending with one Thunderclap Talisman, no longer met them head-on.

This middle-aged man was neither greedy for quick success nor reckless. He utilized his speed and agility to the fullest, constantly moving and combining offense with evasion, causing Lu Zhaoqing’s Spirit Talisman attacks to miss.

Lu Zhaoqing secretly clenched his jaw.

His physical condition was poor. If compared to a person with a lifespan of a hundred years, he was at least in his eighties or nineties. Not only could his body not keep up with his mind, but his mind itself had long ago become dull. The exhaustion and weakness from managing the floods had not yet subsided, and his depleted Mana could not be replenished quickly enough; it was now depleting even faster. His old bones creaked softly, as if warning their owner not to overexert himself. But I have no other choice.

Luo Haoran, also of the Third Heavenly Layer like myself, was seriously injured by the ambush at the very start. Dong Yang, having built up his strength, delivered his most sudden and potent strike first, neutralizing the most threatening opponent before slowly dealing with an old man like me. And Lei Jun... I can’t pin my hopes on Lei Jun. This is because I have connections with Elder Ziyang’s faction at the Dragon Tiger Mountain Main Residence. So, while others at Qingxiao Temple might not be clear about it, I know that this young man appears normal, but due to the Green Stone Ink, his physical body, vital energy, and blood are weak. His most disadvantageous opponents are cultivators of the Physical Training Martial Way. Moreover, he is only at the Second Heavenly Layer and cannot pass the Heavenly Moat Tribulation to reach the Third Heavenly Layer. The Heavenly Chasm between the Second and Third Heavenly Layers isn’t just about cultivation; it’s also about actual strength! Therefore, it’s difficult for me to ask Lei Jun to do more. But I am also in despair about myself. My Mana is gradually depleting, and my attention is starting to scatter...

"Those two Taoist whelps have been dealt with; now it’s your turn, old Taoist relic!"

The vigorous, prime-of-life Dong Yang, far from being impatient, continually toyed with and harassed the old Taoist, even using words to distract his opponent’s mind.

In an unguarded moment, the defense of Lu Zhaoqing’s second Golden Barrier Talisman was also breached by Dong Yang’s continuous powerful punches.

Lu Zhaoqing was caught off-balance, exhausted and struggling to cope.

In contrast, Dong Yang still had energy to spare, surveying his surroundings and aiming to control the entire situation.

"BANG!"

"CRACK!"

Then Dong Yang suddenly heard a strange noise.

He threw a series of punches first, planning to further suppress Lu Zhaoqing, then turned his head to look...

"BANG!"

"CRACK!"

Another set of odd sounds.

Dong Yang quickly turned his head.

"BANG!"

"CRACK!"

As he turned his head, the third set of strange sounds had already begun.

"BANG!"

When Dong Yang shifted his gaze, he saw no one, only a shadow flying by from the side, accompanied by a "WHOOSH" of wind.

Then...

"CRACK!"

Dong Yang was astonished. His gaze instinctively tried to follow the flying shadow, but he managed to fix it.

"BANG!"

This time, Dong Yang finally saw the full scene.

Lei Jun supported the injured Luo Haoran with one hand. With his other hand, fingers clenched into a fist, he thrust out, hitting the fifth Dong Family disciple squarely in the chest.

Then, like a kite with a severed string, the opponent once more flew past Dong Yang.

"CRACK!"

Dong Yang was frozen in place in shock.

Lu Zhaoqing even forgot to counterattack, also standing dumbfounded.

Luo Haoran, who had witnessed everything from beside Lei Jun, was even more dumbstruck, gaping.

He stared blankly at the lakeside embankment where five people were stuck—literally stuck.

Each one had either a deeply caved-in chest or back, all bleeding from their eyes, ears, nose, and mouth, already dead.

Their limp bodies adhered to the stone wall below the lake embankment, momentarily stuck there without sliding down, like five paintings hung on a wall.

"BANG!"

The sixth body flew over.

"CRACK!"

Similar to those before, it stuck to the stone wall as if hung there, forming the sixth consecutive hanging human "painting."

Hitting people like hanging paintings. They couldn’t even be peeled off. One punch per person! Directly blasting through cultivators of the Physical Training Martial Way, renowned for their pure physical speed and strength.

Lei Jun exhaled and shook his hand. "This time, it’s closer to the style of painting I was aiming for."