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Chapter 685 Did you really think I was afraid of monkeys?

"Hahahaha!"

Wu Ling let out a delicate laugh, the sound echoing eerily in the empty hall.

"Smart. It's a pity you realized it too late."

Feng Wu and Sui Yan exchanged a glance and saw the despair in each other's eyes.

They had absolutely no chance of winning against a second-grade expert.

Not even a tiny bit!
But Feng Wu quickly suppressed her fear, a hint of confusion flashing in her eyes:
"Since you're so powerful, why didn't you make your move against us sooner instead of waiting until now?"

In the face of absolute power, all schemes and tricks are meaningless.

With the power of the witch spirit, she could have killed them all at the first meeting. Why go through all the trouble of luring them here?

Wu Ling crouched down, his withered, eagle-claw-like fingers mercilessly gripping Feng Wu's blood- and sweat-soaked hair, forcing that noble, god-like face, now covered in blood, to tilt up and bring it close to his own hideous, swirling bark mask.

She took a deep breath, as if inhaling the most exquisite aroma of wine in the world:
"Wonderful! Absolutely wonderful! Our Phoenix Holy Blood..."

"The pure fragrance of a maiden, refined by the divine fire of the Mysterious Phoenix, is truly a rare delicacy in this filthy world!"

"How can we capture you if we don't lure you here?"

She admired Feng Wu as if she were admiring a work of art:

"It is said that... whoever has the Holy Maiden's first night can steal a wisp of the Black Phoenix's essence blood, and may even give rise to the legendary Heavenly Phoenix Flame Pattern, but unfortunately..."

Her tone suddenly dropped, tinged with a sickly regret:

"I'm missing something to enjoy; I can't enjoy a beauty like you or take your bloodline!"

Her tone suddenly shifted, becoming agitated and manic:

"Perfectly offered to my king! To help him achieve an immortal divine body!"

After saying that, Wu Ling burst into laughter.

Upon hearing such vulgar and offensive language, Suiyan roared repeatedly in anger:

"You beast! How dare you—!!"

His heavy, immobile body trembled with rage, blood and foam gushing from his mouth and nose, yet he could not alter the situation before him in the slightest.

There was not a trace of shame or indignation in Feng Wu's phoenix eyes.

The excruciating pain had exhausted her strength, and her eyes were filled with pure, icy coldness.

An unusual curve appeared at the corner of her mouth, slowly forming a sharp, knife-like arc—the very mocking expression that the witch spirit was usually most adept at using.

"Witch Spirit, what are you afraid of?"

Feng Wu's tone carried the mocking tone often used by witch spirits.

Her words were direct and sharp, like nails, seemingly piercing the heart of the witch spirit:

"With your ability to crush us like insects, why bother putting on that despicable show?!"

"If you want to capture me, you can simply take me down the first time we meet and have the Owl Warrior send me back here."

"The reason you haven't made a move is because... you're wary!"

Wu Ling's movements stiffened slightly, and the smile under the mask became somewhat forced.

The claw that was covering Feng Wu's forehead suddenly tightened, its nails almost digging through the bleeding skin!
The temperature around us plummeted!
Ignoring the excruciating pain and the near-shattered skull, Feng Wu's voice was like tearing silk:
“You certainly won’t be afraid of me, nor will you be afraid of Suiyan, because we are no match for you at all.”

"And what has made you wary all this way, until now, is that you've finally made your move."

"There is only one answer!"

She suddenly raised her voice, her hoarse voice tinged with a final madness:

"The only thing that truly made you tremble to the bone, so afraid that you dared not make a move, and that you pretended to be something you'd never do, was..."

"That monkey from the Great Teacher!"

"That monkey is your nemesis!"

Feng Wu once thought that the Great Teacher of Virtue was a traitor, but now that the real traitor has appeared, she realizes that she has misunderstood him.

Among the group, only the Jade-Faced Fire Monkey was the strongest!
And it must be the one that witches fear the most!
As Feng Wu deduced...

Beneath the twisted bark mask, all was deathly silent.

It was as if even the darkness itself froze into a block of cold iron at that moment!
The witch's petite body, wrapped in a slippery feather robe, was stiff and frozen like a stone sculpture.

One breath... two breaths... and then.

"hahahahahahahahahaha……"

A maniacal, frenzied laugh suddenly erupted.

The witch laughed so hard that she curled up and rolled around in a way that was almost inhuman, slapping the ground covered with cracks!
He looked as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world.

She laughed so hard she couldn't straighten up, tears streaming down her face, as if mocking Feng Wu's foolishness and ignorance.
"What insight! Feng Wu! My Holy Maiden! You think... I'm afraid of monkeys? Hahahaha! That's hilarious!"

Feng Wu was slightly taken aback. Had she guessed wrong?
But it’s impossible!
The Great Teacher was too weak to be of any use in front of the Witch Spirit.

Only that jade-faced fire monkey, whose movements are as fast as lightning, could possibly pose a threat to the witch spirit!

Just as Feng Wu was puzzled, a series of footsteps suddenly sounded.

"Boom..."

"Boom..."

Extremely heavy and dragging footsteps suddenly cut in from the front door!

It was as if every step carried a tremendous weight, making each step exceptionally strenuous.

Everyone couldn't help but turn their gaze towards the entrance of the hall.

A man dressed in a yellow robe, with a face as handsome as a celestial being and an extraordinary temperament, slowly walked in.

A gentle smile played on his lips, as if he were oblivious to the bloody carnage unfolding before him!

He walked very slowly, as if his body was as heavy as several Xuanwu copper mountains weighing him down.

On his shoulder perched a monkey with a blood-red body and golden eyes.

The three of them certainly wouldn't mistake this person.

It was Liang Jin who had traveled with them all the way.

Liang Jin's gaze swept silently across the area, finally settling firmly on the witch spirit who was locked in a state of high alert.

He nodded slightly.

Clear and melodious like the sound of shattered jade, each word as calm and peaceful as the gentle murmur of spring water flowing with a hint of thunder:

"What she fears is not the monkey."

"It is me."

As the voice faded, the hall fell silent once more.

Outside the hall, however, the calls of night owls could be heard incessantly, along with the roars of owl warriors.

They were clearly alarmed by the noise inside the palace, but they didn't seem to dare to enter and could only howl outside.

When Liang Jin said this, Feng Wu and Sui Yan found it utterly ridiculous.

The Jade-Faced Fire Monkey was incredibly fast, a fact that both of them witnessed.

As for Liang Jin himself... judging from his gait, it would probably take him a quarter of an hour to walk from the entrance of the hall to the two of them!

"Great Master!"

Feng Wu gasped for breath and cried out in a shrill voice:
"Don't come any closer! And don't worry about us!"

"Quickly send your monkey to drive the witch spirit away! She's very wary of your monkey!"

Liang Jin seemed not to hear these words.

He walked over unhurriedly, the jade-faced fire monkey on his shoulder squatting obediently, but his gaze toward the crowd was filled with ferocity.

"Do you really think I'm afraid of monkeys?!"

The witch's bark mask was completely torn and deformed, and she laughed wildly as she raised her hand, pointing directly at the jade-faced fire monkey on Liang Jin's shoulder:
"Feng Wu, oh dear, our Holy Maiden, your knowledge is barely a fraction better than that of a restless lark chasing after the dung of a hundred beasts!!!"

"You really think 'Taipingdao' is a place name, and 'Da Xianliangshi' is a person name?"

Upon hearing this, Feng Wu became even more puzzled.

She looked at Liang Jin, then at Wu Ling, clearly unaware of what had gone wrong.

As the veil of Wu Ling's mocking words lingered, she turned to Liang Jin, whose yellow robe trembled slightly.

Her feathered robe, resembling the wings of a black bird, fell gracefully at an extremely solemn and dignified angle!

Then, to everyone's astonishment, she actually gave Liang Jin a slight bow in the manner of a shaman!
His posture was impeccable!
After the ceremony, she raised the eerie bark mask, and her calm voice suddenly resounded throughout the deathly silent hall:

"Our king once said that after we have pacified the mountains and seas of the southern border, the formidable enemy we will face is none other than the Great Teacher of the Way of Peace, who upholds the religion, the country, and the heavens."

She arrogantly gestured with her hand across the air:
"At that time, our king will gather the strength of the entire Southern Continent to fight the Great Sage and Teacher in Minzhou."

"Once we acquire the lands and people under the command of the Great Teacher of Wisdom, our king will have the resources and foundation to conquer the Great Qian."

"Originally, all of this was supposed to happen six months later."

"I never expected to meet the Great Teacher so soon."

The lingering echoes of the sorcerer's voice still resonated!

Feng Wu and Sui Yan were deeply shocked.

The frail-looking person in front of me seems to have a rather unusual background?
Judging from the tone of this witch spirit, the terrifying Demon King Wuxu even regarded this man as an unavoidable formidable enemy on the road to domination!
Even a formidable enemy that can only be fought after unifying all the tribes of the Southern Continent and gathering all the forces!

But... this man can't even walk steadily!
The curve of Liang Jin's lips did not change in the slightest.

The heavy footsteps crushed over a few drops of viscous blood that had not yet dried on the ground.

He spoke clearly:
“Master Wu, the ceremony is too heavy.”

He casually brushed the dust off his wide robe sleeves:
“You are the Imperial Advisor, and so am I. We are actually quite similar, so there is no need for you to be wary of me.”

"It seems you recognized me the first time we met."

"On the contrary, the Witch Spirit National Preceptor is extremely well hidden. It took me a lot of effort to roughly guess a little bit about him."

Liang Jin had recently entered the three names into the [Thousand Mile Tracking] panel.

【Tracking Across a Thousand Miles】not only displays its location, but also its appearance, cultivation level, martial arts skills, and other information.

When Liang Jin discovered that Wu Ling's cultivation level displayed on the [Thousand Mile Tracking] was actually the second rank, he was greatly surprised.

After all, when he first sensed the aura of the Witch Spirit, it was only at the fourth rank.

The system doesn't lie, which means that Wu Ling must have used some kind of martial art similar to "Hidden Dragon in the Abyss" to conceal her true cultivation level.

After realizing that the reason why the witch spirit was not revealing information might be because she recognized his identity and was wary of him, Liang Jin remained vigilant.

Now he was finally certain that there were no other experts in the entire palace besides Wu Ling.

He had also witnessed Wu Ling's actions firsthand and made an initial assessment of her martial arts skills.

That's why Liang Jin showed up.

Wu Ling chuckled upon hearing this:

“Great and wise teacher, I can’t afford not to be intimidated by you.”

As Wu Ling spoke, he walked to the throne, to the three corpses of the Great Qian people.

The battle just now had a wide impact, yet these three corpses were completely unharmed during the fight, as if they hadn't been moved an inch.

The witch spirit stretched out her hand and pointed to the corpse that had lost half its head and both arms:
"Although I am from Nanzhou, I am also familiar with the heroes of the world."

"However, this is the first time in the world that I have ever seen anyone who can chase this Void Demon without falling behind."

"The Great Master's lightness skill is superb. After you chased this ghost into the Southern Continent, you did not know how many people were alarmed."

"But unfortunately those people were mediocre in martial arts, and even if they wanted to stop him, they couldn't catch up with the Great Master at all."

"To be able to injure this ghost so badly and still chase it for so long, the Great Master's martial arts are truly unfathomable."

"This makes even a small, uncivilized person like me wary."

Liang Jin's pupils contracted slightly!
A ghost of the ruins?

Is this what Wu Ling calls Bei Yi?
The corpse that the witch spirit was referring to was none other than Bei Yi's corpse.

When Liang Jin chased Bei Yi for several days, he did indeed feel many prying eyes along the way.

But Liang Jin had no interest in paying attention to others. In any case, those people's lightness skills were far inferior to his, and they couldn't possibly catch up with Liang Jin to disturb him.

In retrospect, it was that chase that alerted the hidden masters of Nanzhou, including the witch spirit before us.

Liang Jin originally thought that once he caught up to this point and took the Uncorrupted Corpse from Bei Yi's body, he could return safely.

But then it was discovered that Bei Yi and the incorruptible corpse on his body might have been lured here by this witch spirit.

This also suggests that the witch spirits seem to have a unique understanding of the incorruptible corpses in the Ruins of Return.

This piqued his interest quite a bit.

"Grand Preceptor, you have overstated things."

The slight, warm smile on Liang Jin's lips remained unchanged.

"The Witch Spirit National Preceptor possesses great supernatural powers, is proficient in both witchcraft and sorcery, and is exceptionally elegant, making him one of the pinnacles of this art. On the contrary, I was short-sighted in the past and underestimated this land of Nanzhou."

"Only now do I realize that this place is full of hidden talents and extraordinary people. I am fortunate to have met the National Preceptor Wuling, and I feel that I have seen the big picture from small details. It is truly a blessing."

"If the Imperial Preceptor does not find it too dry and bland, I, Liang, would like to invite the Imperial Preceptor to move over and have a pot of mountain-brewed tea with me."

Liang Jin smiled and bowed slightly to Wu Ling, his voice as gentle as a spring breeze.

The wide, old yellow brocade sleeves swayed slightly, creating a faint breeze that brushed against the strands of dark blue hair that had fallen across her cheek. This greatly surprised Wu Ling.
"Great wise teacher, since you already know that my king and you are destined to be enemies in the future, why do you still want to befriend me?"

Liang Jin smiled slightly:
"It will be at least several months before the Imperial Preceptor and the Demon Lord of Wuxu fight their way to the northern part of Nanzhou, where I will have a direct conflict of interest."

"At least for now, we can still be friends."

"What is the Imperial Preceptor's opinion?"

A future enemy?
What Liang Jin is least worried about is future enemies.

In terms of growth speed, no one can grow faster than him, who has a system.

Those who think they can be his enemies in the future are destined to be trampled under his feet.

Upon hearing this, Wu Ling became even more surprised.

She scrutinized Liang Jin for a long time, then sighed softly:
"If I had met the Great Teacher of Wisdom half a year ago, before I met my king, we would have certainly shared a drink and made merry."

"But unfortunately, we are now each serving our own masters, so I cannot comply."

In this world, not many people are willing to be enemies with a second-rank martial artist.

The wisest choice is to tie the interests of a second-rank martial artist to one's own; even if they cannot become friends, they will not become enemies.

Even the Great Qian Dynasty court offered high-ranking official positions and generous salaries to second-rank martial artists in an effort to win them over.

Even if dynasties change, the status and power of second-rank martial artists will not diminish.

Unless, of course, the two sides have truly reached a point of no return.

But clearly, Liang Jin and Wu Ling haven't reached that point yet.

“If the great and wise teacher is willing to submit to our king, then we can still be friends.”

"But I think the Great Teacher of Virtue probably wouldn't agree."

Wu Ling chuckled softly.

Feng Wu and Sui Yan, who were standing nearby, were both stunned when they heard this.

The dignified Grand Preceptor of the Demon Kingdom, a peerless expert of the second rank, and Wu Ling, who always spoke with a sharp tongue, was actually so polite to Liang Jin.

Liang Jin, on the other hand, was able to hold his own against Wu Ling and speak eloquently.

Could it be that this Liang Jin is truly an extraordinary figure?!

Unfortunately, Feng Wu and Sui Yan had never left the mountains and forests, and they did not know what the outside world was like, nor did they understand the weight of the Great Teacher of the Way of Peace.

Liang Jin smiled slightly and said:

"I also wish to invite the Witch Spirit Grand Preceptor to join my emperor's ranks and work together on great matters."

"But judging from the National Preceptor of Wuling, he doesn't seem to have that intention either. If both sides stick to their own opinions, wouldn't that be too awkward?"

"How about this, let me take what I need, and then we'll go our separate ways?"

Liang Jin's purpose in coming here was to return to the Ruins and prevent his corpse from decaying.

As for the power struggles in the central and southern parts of Nanzhou, Liang Jin never intended to get involved.

Throughout history, successive dynasties have regarded this place as an unconquerable territory, and it has always been extremely difficult to occupy it.

This place is barren and desolate, so even if we were to occupy it, it would be meaningless. On the contrary, it would cost a lot of money and resources to rule these places.

Liang Jin's small court had never had such a plan.

As for the Demon Lord of Wuxu, Liang Jin did not take him seriously.

If the Demon Lord of Wuxu wants to threaten Liang Jin's small court, then the Demon Lord of Wuxu will have to first have the ability to unify the Southern Continent.

If he really has the ability to do so, then he might pose a threat to the small court and the Taiping Dao from the rear.

But that's a matter for the future, and Liang Jin is least worried about things in the future.

"Hahahaha!"

The witch spirit smiled and approached Bei Yi's corpse:

"The Great Teacher has come after the corpse of Master Beiyi; it seems this is what you seek."

"But unfortunately, Master Beiyi is someone I carefully selected, and he cannot be handed over to the great and virtuous teacher."

"Especially since this item is the core of my king's grand plan, how can we hand it over to others and cripple my king's wings?!"

Upon hearing this, Liang Jin's eyes turned slightly cold.

It seems that this witch spirit is the mastermind behind the tragedy.

Although she was based in Nanzhou, her influence had already secretly extended to Yangzhou.

It was her arrangement and manipulation that led Bei Yi from Yangzhou all the way to Nanzhou, and then from Nanzhou to this place.

"It seems that the Witch Spirit Grand Preceptor is destined to stop me."

Although Liang Jin was smiling, his eyes had turned cold.

The witch chuckled:
"Then it all depends on your ability!"

The moment Wu Ling finished speaking, her feathered robe trembled, and every black feather on the robe seemed to come alive, flipping over to reveal a small mirror hanging on its back!
These small mirrors swayed with the witch's movements, reflecting strange light that enveloped Liang Jin.

But at the same time!
Liang Jin's face was calm and composed, as if he had been waiting for this moment.

A mask as thin as a cicada's wing had somehow appeared on her face!

The mask is mainly black and white, with a white face and white eyes, black ink outlining the nose bridge and eye sockets, and a mouth that seems to be smiling at any time.

On the forehead of the mask, there is a red eyeball with a narrow vertical pupil.

It is precisely the [巳面].

The red eyeballs began to move, as if they had come to life.

The Fiery Eye has been activated!
Liang Jin had personally experienced the power of these bewitching and seductive techniques.

Back when Liang Jin faced Leng You, the Left Demon Envoy of the Star Demon Sea, in the Western Desert, he almost suffered a great loss under her Illusionary Eye Soul-Seizing Technique.

Therefore, when faced with such evil magic, Liang Jin would use his fiery eyes to see through all illusions in order to deal with it.

really.

Once Liang Jin activated his Fiery Eyes, the light from those small mirrors had no effect on him.

Under Liang Jin's gaze, the flow of Wu Ling's internal energy, including the operation of her meridians, became crystal clear.

"So many bugs?"

In Liang Jin's line of sight, he could clearly see that the inside of the Witch Spirit Feather Robe was covered with countless insects and insect eggs.

Those insects were strangely shaped and no longer belonged to the category of normal insects in nature, but were the Gu insects commonly used by Gu masters in Nanzhou.

However, most of these insects are in a dormant state and need to be activated by the witch's internal energy.

The same applies to the insect eggs; if the witch spirit doesn't use its internal energy to hatch them, they will remain dormant.

At this moment, Wu Ling quickly moved along Liang Jin, releasing many insect eggs that were difficult to distinguish with the naked eye, which began to float in mid-air one by one.

These insect eggs hatched quickly, turning into tiny insects thinner than a human hair.

When Liang Jin breathes, these tiny, light insects are inhaled into his nasal cavity along with the air.

Liang Jin's yellow robe swayed slightly, and his voice was as soft as a sigh:
"A dignified second-rank martial artist, if all his skills were reduced to this..."

He shook his head slightly:
"Mr. Liang sighed in regret."

This little trick might be effective against people like Feng Wu and Sui Yan, but it has absolutely no effect on Liang Jin.

With a slight wave of his hand, a vast surge of internal energy formed a gust of wind that swept away all the insects and their eggs, blowing them all towards the windows of the main hall and sending them outside.

"Does the Great Teacher of Virtue want to see the martial arts of barbarians?"

"Then please enlighten me!"

The corners of his mouth, hidden beneath the witch spirit tree bark mask, tightened inch by inch!

The next moment, all the feathers on Wu Ling's feather robe stood up, and she transformed into a giant raven, charging towards Liang Jin.

Before she even got close, a small hand had already emerged from the thick black feathers and slapped down at Liang Jin!

This palm strike was terrifying, as if all the light in the entire space-time was dimmed, and it was as if only this one palm strike remained in the world.

The claw-like shadows sealed the beam, entering the top of the head and all the vital points and acupoints of the body!

The destructive intent seals and shatters the heavens!

A second-rank, world-shaking strike! What in the world could withstand it?!
In Liang Jin's piercing eyes, he clearly saw the direction of the flow of internal energy within Wu Ling's body, and also clearly saw the strongest and weakest points of Wu Ling's palm strike.

At the same time, Liang Jin could see more clearly that under the influence of her inner strength, the feathers on Wu Ling's feathered robe had become as tough as knives.

These black feathers might be another deadly move by the witch spirit!
"Fighting with the Fire Eye really gives me a different perspective and insights!"

Liang Jin had previously discovered that when using the Fiery Eyes technique, he could easily see the direction of the flow of internal energy in the opponent's meridians, thus knowing the opponent's moves in advance and being able to counter them accordingly.

Although he understood the principle, Liang Jin rarely used it in actual combat.

Because at that time, his strength was far inferior to that of this cheat ability.

Even though Liang Jin understands all the principles and all the weaknesses, when it comes to actually fighting, his physical movements can't keep up with his mental speed.

Even those opponents with rich combat experience often don't stick to one style of fighting; they frequently change their moves.

This means that Liang Jin's eagle eye perspective cannot provide him with enough convenience. If he were to make moves strictly based on the information observed from the eagle eye perspective, he might miss the opportunity to defend himself by the time he had spent finding the flaw.

This would actually restrict his actions and prevent him from unleashing his full potential.

At that time, it would be more enjoyable and exhilarating to fight by completely letting go and relying on one's own combat experience and instincts.

But things are really different now!

As Liang Jin's martial arts skills improved and he learned many different martial arts techniques, and after witnessing the strengths of various schools of thought, his understanding of martial arts reached a new level.

Especially after learning a top-tier martial art like the "Sacred Heart Technique," Liang Jin's vision and understanding were elevated to a new level.

His physical body is constantly being strengthened, and his physical reaction speed is no longer weaker than that of his consciousness.

This makes it much easier for him to use his keen observation skills to assess his opponents.

"Then let me exploit their weakness!"

Immediately, Liang Jin, facing Wu Ling's palm strike, suddenly threw a punch!
The moment Liang threw his punch, everyone felt as if they were experiencing an illusion.

It's as if... the long night has ended and the dawn has arrived!

That ray of dawn will irresistibly tear through and shatter the darkness, illuminating the world!

This is precisely Liang Jin's Dawn Fist Intent!
And his fist, from the perspective of the Fire Eye, struck a certain spot on the Witch Spirit's palm.

That spot was precisely where the witch spirit's inner force was weakest, and also the spot most likely to shatter that palm strike!

Fist! Palm!
Void collided!

"Bang!!!"

A sound was heard.

It wasn't the earth-shattering spectacle one would expect from a battle between second-rank martial artists.

The sound was actually quite soft.

This is precisely the effect of using force to overcome skill!

In an instant, Wu Ling's palm force became chaotic, then suddenly turned into a violent turbulent current that lashed out in all directions, losing all its previous concentration and any destructive power!

Liang Jin's punch was very easy.

With ease, the witch spirit's palm strike was broken!
A flicker of surprise flashed in Wu Ling's eyes, as fleeting as lightning in the dark night.

She never expected that Liang Jin could so accurately detect the fleeting flaw in her palm technique.

The barely perceptible stagnation in the flow of internal energy was a secret that should have been known only to her.

But her instincts as a second-rank expert allowed her to react instantly.

Suddenly, her feathered robe fluttered, and countless black feathers shot out like arrows, whistling sharply through the air.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh!"

Black feathers transformed into a rain of arrows, each one containing a sharp and fierce force, completely blocking all possible escape routes for Liang Jin.

Even more bizarrely, the figure of the witch spirit completely merged into the black feathers at this moment, as if it had become part of this rain of death, ready to launch a fatal attack at any time.

But Liang Jin's punching power did not diminish at all!
Faced with this overwhelming attack, he neither dodged nor evaded, letting the sharp, knife-like black feathers strike his body.

"Dang-dang-dang!"

The sound of metal clanging was incessant.

The black feathers, powerful enough to pierce through metal and stone, bounced off and shattered the moment they touched Liang Jin's body, as if they had hit a barrier of black iron.

Even more shockingly, a strange, scale-like pattern appeared on Liang Jin's fist, with a gold base and black outline, both sacred and sinister.

Amidst the frenzied dance of black feathers, the witch spirit finally cried out in alarm:

"You're also a successor of divine power?!"

Her voice trembled with disbelief, as if she had witnessed something mind-blowing.

In that instant, Liang Jin's punching power had reached its peak!

"Bang!!!!"

The moment the fist's force erupted, the entire space trembled.

The countless black feathers were crushed by an invisible force under this punch, instantly turning into dust and dissipating into the air.

Wherever the fist passed, even the candlelight in the main hall dimmed, as if the light itself had been swallowed up by the power of the punch.

(End of this chapter)