Covering the Sky: I Prove the Great Dao Through the Gate of Immortality

The student suppressed his fear, took a deep breath, and tried to maintain a serious demeanor: "Sir, tonight this venue is reserved by the masters of Shaolin Temple for a charity reception. All guests are required to present an invitation from Shaolin Temple. The reception has been going on for half an hour. If you have an invitation, please show it. If not..." He paused, his tone taking on a barely perceptible hardness, "Please leave and do not disturb our work."

As it was his duty, he had to grit his teeth and finish speaking.

Li Chenzhou's lips curled into a very faint smile, a smile that wasn't quite a smile: "Invitation? I don't have one."

The student thought to himself, "As expected," and his tense nerves relaxed a little. He had seen this kind of forced entry many times before.

He opened his mouth to call for security, but before he could finish speaking, something unexpected happened!

He only felt a blur before his eyes, and Li Chenzhou lightly pressed on his shoulder.

There was no excruciating pain, no impact.

Only a strange, numbing sensation instantly froze all the muscles in his body.

He was as if he had been frozen in place, unable to move his eyes, his tongue stiffened, standing upright in place, with only utter terror deep in his pupils.

Li Chenzhou didn't look at him again. He withdrew his hand and stepped into this glamorous place as if strolling leisurely.

The method he used to "freeze" his disciple was not the acupoint striking technique found in martial arts novels, but it was far more mysterious.

The state of being so profound that not even a feather can be added, nor a fly can land, means that every pore on one's body is like a radar, capable of sensing even the slightest changes in airflow, temperature, and even the flow of one's opponent's qi and blood.

Although the disciple was not a martial artist, his breathing, muscle tension, and even the distribution of his center of gravity were transparent to Li Chenzhou.

He instantly "heard" the most vulnerable point of the other person's body structure, which was not a traditional fatal point, but a lock-on point where the fascia, nerves and blood vessels of the neck intersect.

Previously, he had only glanced at his disciple, and it was not a mystical mental attack, but rather the "divine will" pressure generated when Li Chenzhou's mental realm and blood cultivation reached an extremely high level and his mind was surging.

His spirit was highly focused, his will as strong as steel, and he carried a pure and decisive killing intent: "Those who stand in my way will be reduced to dust."

This powerful "divine will" struck the disciple's fragile spirit through his gaze.

Although the disciple did not know martial arts, his biological instincts gave him a primal fear of danger. He was instantly stunned by this "divine will," his mind went blank, and his blood and qi stagnated for a moment!

This is the meaning of "seizing the enemy's soul before striking."

In the world of Shrouding the Heavens, Li Chenzhou once exchanged blows with Ye Fan. With their fist power and spirit in perfect harmony, Ye Fan, even though he knew Li Chenzhou wouldn't kill him, still felt like he was going to die under his fist. This is the same principle.

However, Li Chenzhou's cultivation level was far lower than it is now, and he needed to exert both his fist and spirit power at the same time to use this technique.

The noisy music, the clinking of glasses and laughter, the insincere greetings of celebrities... all this prosperity seemed to be shut out by a barrier the moment he stepped in.

His goal was clear and singular, like a sharp arrow piercing through the glittering fog, pointing straight to the depths of the banquet hall—

Xu Wenhai!

One of the four great masters of martial arts in Hong Kong? It's all just a hollow title.

This person is no longer a pure martial artist; his skills have been corrupted by money, and his bones have become weak.

This was the man who, while Li Chenzhou was sweeping through ten boxing gyms in Hong Kong and measuring the martial arts with his fists and feet, actually sent out gunmen to try to kill him.

Later, he killed Liu Yuanfei with a punch, which greatly enhanced his reputation. Xu Wenhai and his gang were so frightened that they dared not show their claws again, like turtles hiding their heads.

They thought the matter was over?

joke!

If they want Li Chenzhou dead, how can they just dismiss it with the words "can't afford to offend them"?

He didn't kill them then because these people weren't worth him stopping his pursuit of a higher realm.

But he always remembered this cause and effect.

Now, the time to achieve enlightenment is imminent, and the path ahead is clear.

Before leaving, this blood-stained "minor grudge" will be settled completely with the head of this old ghost Xu.

Filled with murderous intent, Li Chenzhou walked forward barefoot, step by step.

With a beaming smile, Master Changxin picked up a jade teacup and nodded slightly to the six distinguished guests before him. Xu Wenhai, the largest subscriber to the "Juehui Foundation," was one of them.

"This humble monk observes the precepts and is not permitted to drink alcohol. I humbly offer a cup of clear tea to express my gratitude to the six great Dharma protectors. This is a great act of cultivating good karma and bringing blessings to future generations, and its merits are immeasurable."

Xu Wenhai smiled, a smile befitting the elite of the world of fame and fortune. He elegantly raised his crystal glass to pay tribute to Shi Changxin.

Times have truly changed. No matter how strong the military force, it cannot withstand guns and cannons, nor can it compete with real money.

He's old, he won't live much longer, and he won't enjoy his life for many more years, but his family and descendants are still here. At this moment, the "perfect ending" has been sealed. He seems to have already seen his family occupy a more central position in this network of interests.

However, just as the tuning hammer fell...

Out of the corner of his eye, Xu Wenhai suddenly looked at the gilded gate in front of the banquet hall.

A figure stood in front of the door.

Barefoot, with long, unbound hair, and unfathomable eyes.

The figure did not deliberately exude power, but it was like a fierce knife exposed in the air, sharply cutting through this "joy of Dharma".

Cold, fear, a tremor shot from the tailbone straight to the top of the head.

Xu Wenhai's composed demeanor, like fragile glass, crumbled with a "crack".

The chill instantly froze his blood, and his entire body twisted and convulsed with extreme fear.

"Well--!"

Xu Wenhai let out a dry gasp, his fingers twitching violently, unable even to lift the wine glass.

"Crash—Bang!"

The crystal glass shattered and fell to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, a sharp scream suddenly burst from Xu Wenhai's chest cavity, sounding inhuman and filled with despair.

"It's him, it's him, he's here—"

The screams became so shrill they turned into a distorted tone, and instantly the entire "Pearl of Victoria Harbour" fell into a deathly silence.

All sounds ceased, and hundreds of gazes, filled with bewilderment, surprise, and a hint of offended annoyance, all fell upon Xu Wenhai.

Immediately, his gaze was drawn to the figure in the doorway by his arm, which was convulsing with extreme fear—

Barefoot, standing still, as deep as a pool and as majestic as a mountain.

Li Chenzhou's gaze was fixed on the old man trembling like a leaf in the crowd.

Xu Wenhai!

Their eyes met!

Xu Wenhai's roar abruptly stopped. He saw those eyes clearly: indifferent! Cold! Without a trace of human emotion, only a pure and utter sense of annihilation.

It was as if Xu Wenhai, along with all these upper-class people, were nothing more than insignificant ants.

It's him! The monstrous god who beat Liu Yuanfei, who was wielding a white ape-shaped steel rod, to death has come to claim my life!

A fishy, ​​pungent odor wafted from his crotch.

Li Chenzhou appeared in front of Xu Wenhai almost instantly.

There was no afterimage, no sound of wind; it was as if he was meant to stand there all along.

Xu Wenhai's pupils dilated to their limit with fear. He wanted to retreat and beg for mercy, but his body wouldn't obey him. He was rooted to the spot and couldn't move even a finger.

That was an absolute crushing defeat on the level of spirit and will.

Li Chenzhou raised his right arm, his index and middle fingers joined together like a sword.