Chapter 1059: Chapter 1059: The Powerful Kong Kong

“Bai Xiaofan, is this all your strength? Today you’re destined to be buried with my two sons!”

Wang Zhankun, reveling in his success, stared at the blood-spewing Bai Xiaofan, arrogantly taunting as if the blood that Bai Xiaofan spat was caused by him.

You could say he had no shame at all!

“Amitabha, since the benefactor is so eager for revenge, then you must also dearly miss your two sons. I shall send you to meet them!”

However, just as Wang Zhankun was gloating, Monk Kongkong clasped his hands together and spoke words that left him nearly in despair.

What the hell!

Aren’t you just bullying people?

Upon hearing Kongkong’s words, Wang Zhankun didn’t dare say another word, quickly hiding behind his father Wang Qian, hoping that his father could block Kongkong from approaching him.

To Wang Qian, his closest kin now was this only son, Wang Zhankun. Naturally, he didn’t want a white-haired man to send off a black-haired one.

But he also knew that he definitely wasn’t a match for Kongkong.

So, seeing Kongkong walking towards them, Wang Qian didn’t hesitate to seek help from Wang Zhen.

With Wang Qingfeng severely wounded and other Wang family ancestors killed by Bai Xiaofan, seeking Wang Zhen’s help was their only option.

“Monk Kongkong, this was originally none of your business. There’s still time for you to leave; otherwise, I won’t hesitate to send you to meet the Buddha directly!”

Wang Zhen also didn’t want Wang Qian and Wang Zhankun to die.

The position that most highlighted his esteemed status was undoubtedly the Wang family.

However, if both the family head and the next head died, who would respect him then?

Even though, as a mid-Divinity Transformation cultivator, he would be respected no matter where he went, being in someone else’s house and his own were entirely different matters.

Furthermore, this time, the heavy casualties in the Wang family were mostly due to Bai Xiaofan, but quite a few died at Kongkong’s hands too.

Therefore, Wang Zhen felt a certain resentment towards Kongkong.

“Amitabha, if the benefactor could send me to see the Buddha, that would be wonderful. I have something I need his assistance with, thank you!”

Kongkong said this as he moved towards Wang Zhen and the other two.

While he approached Wang Zhen, Wang Qian, and Wang Zhankun, Kongkong’s face began to show crimson lines one after another.

When Kongkong stopped ten meters from the three, his handsome face was covered in blood lines, looking both eerie and terrifying.

“Hmph, I will send you to meet the Buddha now!”

Seeing Kongkong’s state and hearing his words, Wang Zhen didn’t waste words, coldly shouting before leaping towards Kongkong.

Among those present, Wang Zhen was likely in the best state.

Additionally, his strength surpassed Kongkong’s significantly, so he wasn’t afraid to face the heavily injured monk.

Even if Kongkong seemed a bit unusual.

Facing Wang Zhen’s powerful strike, Kongkong clasped his hands before him, a subtle smile on his lips.

This smile was warm, akin to a Buddha looking at someone who has committed evil, feeling pained and hoping for repentance.

“Benefactor, you have committed too many wrongs. Today, I will perform a ritual to free you from the sea of sin and return to the path of conscience!”

Kongkong spoke softly, his hands still clasped, as he muttered chants.

It seemed as if Kongkong intended to use persuasive words to sway Wang Zhen, who sought his life.

But no one present was foolish enough to believe that.

First, with each word Kongkong spoke, the dense blood lines on his face became increasingly vibrant, seemingly ready to drip blood, revealing the truth.

As the blood lines grew denser, the aura surrounding Kongkong transformed.

Gentle like jade?

This term no longer suited Kongkong.

If Bai Xiaofan in his killing state was a god of death descending upon the world.

Then Kongkong, with his face covered in dense blood lines, was a demon, an unflinching killer.

Slowly, at the moment Wang Zhen’s attack was about to land on Kongkong, Kongkong finally moved.

His slender hand lightly tapped towards Wang Zhen, gently, not at all like a killer’s hand, nor resembling a demon’s force.

However, Wang Zhen, who felt the brunt of Kongkong’s palm directly, felt like falling into an icy abyss.

In an instant, Wang Zhen’s pores opened wide due to tension and fear, a chill rising from within, coursing through his veins.

What is going on?

Why would Kongkong’s gentle palm exert such tremendous pressure?

This clearly shouldn’t be a palm a half-step Divinity Transformation cultivator could wield.

Yet, it was precisely such a terrifying palm that Kongkong unleashed.

No time for further thought, Wang Zhen quickly flicked his other hand, summoning a longsword. He channeled all his energy into the blade, stabbing towards Kongkong’s palm.

Bang!

A muffled sound!

The palm Wang Zhen first struck was shattered by Kongkong’s gentle palm, a hint of saltiness in his throat, and a mouthful of blood almost spewed forth.

But he knew he couldn’t show weakness now, so he forcibly held it back.

Immediately, the thrust from Wang Zhen’s longsword collided with Kongkong’s gentle palm.

Oddly, this collision made no sound.

Moreover, upon touching Wang Zhen’s sword, Kongkong’s palm shattered into foam.

Everyone was stunned for a moment.

This…

How could this be?

Had they overestimated Kongkong’s palm’s power or underestimated Wang Zhen’s sword’s might?

However, the next second, when an illusory hand composed entirely of energy appeared beside Wang Zhen, and before he could react, it struck him, causing him to stagger back, everyone understood.

Initially, they hadn’t overestimated Kongkong’s palm at all, but had slightly underestimated it.

A graceful arc traced the sky, Wang Zhen’s body smashed in front of Wang Qian and Wang Zhankun, spitting out blood, and his complexion waned.