Xiuxian, I can travel to another world

Chapter 441 Powerful
"Brother Zhang..."

Zhu Chen sighed softly upon hearing this:

"Your temperament remains the same as always, like a rock in a latrine, both smelly and hard."

"Giving up a promising future to cling to a good-for-nothing, I really don't know what they were thinking."

"Hmph!" Zhang the guard snorted coldly.

"Zhu Chen, what right do you have to talk to me when you're someone who tried to kill your own nephew and ended up in prison?"

"You tricked me into leaving your residence that day, and today I, Zhang, will make amends by capturing you."

Both were of the eighth rank.

He was a mid-eighth rank, while Zhu Chen was only a low-eighth rank; the difference in strength between the two was obvious.

not to mention.

This place is right next to the Zhu residence, so even the slightest commotion will attract the Zhu family's guards.

"Heh..." Zhu Chen shook his head:
"You didn't think I came alone, did you?"

"Come out!"

Shadows flickered in the darkness behind him, and two figures emerged one after the other, causing Zhang Huyuan's expression to change drastically.

"Cheng Hai?"

"It's me." Cheng Hai, the head of the Zhu family, sighed softly and spoke to Zhang, the bodyguard:
"Zhang Tou, don't blame me."

"As the saying goes, people strive for higher positions and water flows downhill. Mr. Cheng didn't want to spend his whole life guarding other people's homes."

Zhang Huyuan's face was gloomy.

Cheng Hai was the second best among the guards of the Zhu family. Although he had not yet reached the eighth rank, his Chasing Wind Blade Technique was extremely sharp, making him a worthy candidate for the lower eighth rank, not to mention there was a third person...

"Wen Shuyuan!"

Upon seeing the last person, Zhang Huyuan's heart tightened.

"Greetings, Brother Zhang." The man named Wen Shuyuan clasped his hands in a respectful greeting.
"Brother Zhu's offer is truly too tempting, and I find it hard to refuse. I might as well give Brother Zhang a word of advice."

"He who knows the current affairs is a hero!"

Wen Shuyuan was originally a disciple of a martial arts school and was a well-known fighter in the city, possessing a cultivation level of the middle eighth rank.

Zhang Huyuan was not confident of victory on his own, let alone with the help of two other people.

"Head Nurse Zhang." Zhu Chen smiled faintly.
"Even if you don't think about yourself, you should think about your wife and children. Are you really going to fight to the death tonight?"

Ok?
Zhang Huyuan subconsciously turned around and met the gaze coming from the crack in the door, a sense of bewilderment rising in his heart.

His grip on the spear loosened involuntarily.

"Snapped!"

"Clap!"

Just then, a crisp applause came from the side.

Zhu Ju stepped out of the darkness, lightly clapping his hands, and looked at Zhu Chen with admiration and doubt.

"Second Uncle, you have some impressive skills!"

He spoke slowly:
"Having just escaped from prison, it's remarkable that you've managed to find two helpers in such a short time."

talking.

A cold gaze swept over Cheng Hai.

A few days ago, Zhang, the head nurse, was tricked and lured away, and he suspected there was a mole inside, and sure enough, it turned out to be true.

"Hmph!" Zhu Chen gritted his teeth and growled:
"Whether it's martial arts talent or business acumen, I'm better than your father. If I had his resources, my martial arts cultivation would have already reached the upper eighth rank, and I might even have reached the seventh rank."

"My parents are biased and gave him everything. Now I just want back what is rightfully mine!"

It's clear that he has harbored deep resentment over the years, and his roar this time sounded like he was weeping blood.

His eyes were filled with hatred.

Hate parents.

He hated his elder brother.

Even more ruthless was Zhu Ju, who was utterly useless yet able to inherit the family business.

"Master."

Zhang Huyuan's body was tense:
"How did you end up here?"

"Having nothing to do, I wandered around and unexpectedly came across this scene." Zhu Ju nodded with a smile:

"Zhang Huyuan is extremely loyal; no wonder my father entrusted you with the full responsibility of protecting the Zhu family."

Although he hesitated when faced with the three men's coercion, considering his family and wife, Zhang Huyuan showed some hesitation.

But no one is perfect, and everyone has selfish desires.

A loyalty that disregards the life or death of one's wife and children is hardly praiseworthy.

"Alright!"

Zhu Chen took a deep breath:

"Now that you're here, let's settle this now. I should be the master of the Zhu family."

"call……"

under night.

A cold wind howled.

Zhu Chen, short and stocky, had a cold and stern expression. He, Cheng Hai, and Wen Shuyuan surrounded Zhu Ju in a triangular formation.

This also kept Zhang, the head nurse, out of the room.

An invisible sense of impending doom quietly spread.

"Heh..." Zhu Ju chuckled lightly:

"Just you?"

Despite the three men's cold gazes, he strode forward, advancing instead of retreating, and made no attempt to call for guards.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Zhu Ju stood firmly on the ground, his body like a majestic elephant suppressing the abyss. With three steps, the murderous intent surrounding him shattered.

Dragon and Elephant Strength!
Martial arts in this world are divided into four levels: beginner, proficient, minor mastery, major mastery, and perfection.

With years of dedicated practice, even someone with mediocre talent can achieve mastery of a particular skill.

Achieving some success requires a certain amount of talent and comprehension.

As for Dacheng.

Very few succeed.

Consummation.

It is even rarer.

However, many practices can only reveal their true meaning and profound mysteries when one has achieved great success or even perfection.

Only in this way can the weak overcome the strong.

That's the essence of Dragon Tiger Force!
Zhu Ju strode forward, his spirit soaring like a dragon across the sky, his body like a divine elephant treading on the abyss. The two moved in perfect harmony, and with each step forward, his momentum grew stronger, until the three people opposite him gasped for breath.

"The Great Accomplishment of Dragon and Elephant Strength!"

Zhu Chen gritted his teeth:

"That's impossible. How long have you been practicing martial arts?"

"Nothing is impossible." Zhu Ju said calmly.
"I am exceptionally gifted; one day of my cultivation is equivalent to a hundred days of others' efforts. You can only envy me."

"Hmph!" Zhu Chen's eyes flashed:
"Even if you master the Dragon Elephant Strength, what then?"

"You've only just entered the ranks, your foundation is shallow, and a genius who hasn't grown up isn't a genius at all."

"Shh!"

There was a flash of cold light.

A flash of sword light swept across a distance of about ten feet, heading straight for Zhu Ju's throat.

Crane Sword!
The sword technique that Zhu Chen practiced was something that his ancestors had obtained by chance. It was not high in rank, but it was not low either.

He had cultivated for decades and his swordsmanship had reached a certain level. The flashing sword light was accompanied by the faint sound of cranes flapping their wings, which made his sword speed increase once again.

dead!
"stop!"

Zhang, the guard, was shocked and charged forward with his gun, but a figure blocked his way.

"Your opponent is me." Wen Shuyuan extended his arms lightly, striking the spear with his palms to block its path.
"I have long heard of Brother Zhang's superb marksmanship, and I am here today to ask for your guidance."

Zhang, the guard, was extremely anxious, but he was unable to break through Wen Shuyuan's fierce attacks for the time being.

They could only watch helplessly as Zhu Chen charged toward Zhu Ju.

Facing the incoming longsword, Zhu Ju remained calm, his hands clenched tightly, and he thrust forward with a powerful swing of his arm.

As he threw the punch, the energy within his body seemed to roar like a dragon and howl like a tiger, and golden patterns appeared on the surface of his fist.

"when……"

The clash of fists and swords produced a sound reminiscent of metal striking metal.

Zhu Ju froze, while Zhu Chen, who had rushed over, leaned back and stumbled backward.

"Golden Skin and Jade Meridians!"

Zhang, the guard, glared wide-eyed, his voice trembling with excitement:
"Body Refinement Completed, Giant Spirit Fist!"

"Attack!" Zhu Chen roared through gritted teeth.

"If they don't die today, they will die; if they don't, we will perish!"

"Zheng!"

Cheng Hai's face was gloomy. He drew his long sword from his waist with a clang and swiftly slashed out, creating a gust of wind.

Wind Chaser Blade!

This sword technique is both fast and ruthless, with exceptionally sharp and fierce blade movements. Once it gains the upper hand, the attacks are relentless.

Having honed his skills with the Chasing Wind Blade for decades, Cheng Hai unleashed a flurry of blows, delivering eighteen strikes in a single breath.

"Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding..."

Zhu Ju clenched his fists, and his fist power burst forth in an instant, blocking the incoming attack without the slightest error.

Then, he spread his five fingers and suddenly clenched them, like a pair of pliers gripping a long sword, unleashing a burst of violent power.

"Peng!"

He crushed the blade, which had been forged through countless trials, in his bare hands.

"This is impossible!"

Cheng Hai's eyes widened, his face filled with horror and disbelief.

Ninth Rank, Lower
How could someone possess such terrifying strength?

"Nothing is impossible," Zhu Ju said calmly.
"Simply gather all your power in your palms, and your blood and qi will explode, no less than an eighth-grade master."

"certainly……"

"It's just that ordinary people can't do it."

What others cannot do, he, a former Nascent Soul cultivator, can do with ease.

(End of this chapter)