The Prodigal Disciple of Mount Hua: Seizing All Opportunities

Frost Palm!

This palm strike was even more terrifying than the previous one.

Within his palm, a faint wisp of white mist swirled, a sign of extreme cold condensation.

Chen Qianyang felt a blur before his eyes, and a chill swept over him.

In just a moment, he had lost his time to dodge.

That was a palm strike that couldn't be avoided!

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

Chen Qianyang was also provoked to his ferocity.

He knew he couldn't dodge this palm strike, so he decided to meet it head-on!

He suddenly threw the broadsword, which was already covered in cracks, straight at Zuo Lengchan's face.

To conceal his identity, he did not carry the Azure Water Sword with him.

The broadsword that was casually picked up was clearly no match for the corrosive cold air.

We have no choice but to give it our all.

He immediately unleashed both palms simultaneously, also employing the [Frosty Corpse Poison Palm]!

Although his icy inner strength was far inferior to Zuo Lengchan's, he was betting on this trace of shared origin attribute, hoping it would allow him to hold out a little longer.

"You can do that too? But you're nowhere near as good!"

Zuo Lengchan didn't even glance at the flying broadsword. With a casual flick of his sleeve, the already broken broadsword was sent flying like a withered branch, embedding itself deeply into the wall.

Immediately afterwards, they clasped their hands together!

"boom!"

A dull, loud bang.

Two streams of cold air collided in the air, creating a shockwave.

The tables, chairs, and benches throughout the hall were instantly sent flying by the shockwave.

"puff--!"

Chen Qianyang looked up and spat out a mouthful of blood.

He felt an overwhelming force surge into his body, as if his internal organs had been frozen into ice.

That pain pierced to the bone.

His body was sent flying.

It's not time to despair yet.

Because this is exactly the result he wanted!

Using the terrifying force of Zuo Lengchan's palm strike, he forcefully adjusted his direction and headed towards the windowsill.

"Oh no! He's trying to escape!" Fei Bin shouted.

But it was too late.

"Click"

Chen Qianyang's body smashed a large hole in the window.

Chen Qianyang's figure vanished instantly into the darkness of the rainy night.

"Chase!"

Fei Bin, Ding Mian, and Lu Bai were furious and were about to chase after them.

"Wait a minute."

Zuo Lengchan slowly withdrew his hand, his face revealing neither joy nor anger.

A hint of amusement flashed in his eyes.

"Sect Leader?" Fei Bin turned around in confusion.

"Even Ren Woxing back then would have been badly injured after taking a full hit of my Frost Palm with all its power," Zuo Lengchan said calmly. "Although this old Taoist's internal energy is somewhat strange, he has no chance of escaping. The cold poison has entered his heart meridian; he can't get far."

A cruel smile curled at the corner of Zuo Lengchan's mouth.

"Moreover, a stray dog ​​often runs back to its den. Send someone to follow the bloodstains on the ground. I want to see who's hiding behind this old Taoist priest."

"yes!"

Fei Bin and his two companions obeyed the order and quickly rushed out, following the trail of blood.

"Let Old Sha go too. It's hard to find him in this rainy night, he'll come in handy."

A disciple from Songshan outside the door acknowledged the order and turned to find Sha Tianjiang, nicknamed "Bald Eagle," the most skilled tracker in the Songshan Sect.

Only Zuo Lengchan remained in the hall.

He looked down at his palm.

A faint wisp of black energy swirled around the palm of his hand.

"The Frostbite Corpse Poison Palm, is that Qi Wuyai's skill?"

Zuo Lengchan frowned slightly.

"This old Taoist not only knows the Five Mountains Sword Technique and the Dugu Nine Swords, but he also knows the Poison Palm of the Demonic Sect? And he even has a rudimentary understanding of the Frost True Qi?"

"Interesting... It seems that bastard Feng Buping has been hiding quite a bit of stuff."

……

The rain is getting heavier.

Chen Qianyang stumbled and ran through the alleyways.

cold.

So cold.

The coldness seemed to seep into his very bones; even as he ran, he was still shivering uncontrollably.

The rain, ironically, became his shield; under such heavy rain, his tracks were difficult to find.

He still had a chance to escape.

My vision began to blur, and the scenery in front of me appeared as double images.

Every breath was excruciatingly painful.

Zuo Lengchan's palm strike was far too ruthless.

If he hadn't previously cultivated the Yi Jin Duan Gu chapter of the Nine Yin Manual, which strengthened his meridians, and if he hadn't already possessed the foundation of Frost Qi within his body, that palm strike would have been enough to kill him on the spot.

Even so, he had already reached his limit.

"We can't stop...we absolutely can't stop..."

He bit his tongue, using the intense pain to stimulate his fading consciousness.

The footsteps behind me grew closer.

"Damn it, there must be someone in the Songshan Sect who is good at pursuit."

Although Chen Qianyang's vision was blurred, his senses remained sharp.

He could sense a presence closely following him within a hundred paces.

The man wasn't in a hurry to grab him; he simply kept his distance, clearly intending to form a protective circle with the others.

If he doesn't get rid of this tail, he'll have no chance of escaping the pursuit.

"Since you're so eager for me to die..."

A hint of madness flashed in Chen Qianyang's eyes.

"Then I'll trade my life for it!"

He suddenly turned into a dead end, his body went limp, and he fell into a puddle.

He lay motionless on the ground, like a corpse.

The sword in his hand was pressed down beneath him.

He had snatched it from a disciple of Mount Song during his breakout.

He's gambling.

Bet on human greed, bet on the opponent's underestimation of you.

Ten breaths later.

A slender figure landed lightly at the alley entrance.

It was none other than Sha Tianjiang, one of the Thirteen Protectors of Songshan, also known as "Bald Eagle".

He looked at the old Taoist priest, who looked like a dead man, and a hint of joy flashed in his eyes.

"Hmph, as expected, he can't run anymore."

Sha Tianjiang was quite self-aware, knowing that his martial arts skills were inferior to those of this old Taoist priest, and therefore he always kept his distance.

But now the old Taoist priest is clearly exhausted, so he naturally won't give the credit he's earned to anyone else.

However, Sha Tianjiang remained calm. He did not immediately step forward, but cautiously observed the surroundings to make sure there was no ambush before approaching Chen Qianyang.

"The sect leader's Cold Palm is indeed powerful, but it's quite remarkable that this old Taoist could run this far."

He walked up to Chen Qianyang and nudged Chen Qianyang's shoulder with his toe.

no response.

His breath was weak and his whole body was ice-cold, clearly signs that the cold poison was attacking his heart and he was about to die.

"I guess I, Old Sha, am lucky today. I'll use your shrewd brain to earn some credit."

Sha Tianjiang was overjoyed and reached out to grab Chen Qianyang's hair, wanting to take him back to claim the reward.

Just as his hand was about to touch Chen Qianyang.

The old Taoist priest, who looked like a dead dog, suddenly opened his eyes!

His previously cloudy eyes suddenly gleamed!

"Clang!"

The sword that was pressing down on him suddenly shot up!

"What?!"

Sha Tianjiang was startled and tried to back away, but it was too late.

He felt a chill in his throat.

The sword had already slit his throat with perfect precision.

"Uh...hehe..."

Sha Tianjiang stared wide-eyed at the old Taoist priest whose face was covered in blood.

He never understood until his death how someone who was clearly on the verge of death could still deliver such a stunning sword strike.

"Thump."

The body fell to the ground.

Chen Qianyang also exhausted his last bit of strength and collapsed into the muddy water once again.

But he laughed.

As long as you're alive, there's still a chance.

He sat up abruptly, bracing himself against his injuries, and continued to stagger forward.

Not long after, Fei Bin and Lu Bai found Sha Tianjiang lying on the ground.

"Old Sand... is dead?!"

The two looked at each other and saw the fear in each other's eyes.

That old Taoist priest... actually had the energy to kill someone?

And the one he killed was a top member of the Thirteen Protectors?

Is this the last gasp of a spent force, or... a trap?

Suspicion breeds ghosts.

The two of them unconsciously slowed their pace and became cautious.

This was the only glimmer of hope that Chen Qianyang had managed to secure.

He struggled to his feet and staggered deeper into the alley.

My vision grew darker and darker, and the world seemed to be spinning.

"Am I... going to die...?"

Just as he was about to completely lose consciousness.

"Squeak—"

A dilapidated wooden door by the roadside, unremarkable in appearance, suddenly opened a crack.

A pair of small hands reached out and grabbed his collar.

"Come in!"

A crisp sound rang in my ears.

The next moment, Chen Qianyang was pulled inside.

The wooden door slammed shut, shutting out the wind, rain, and danger.