The sun and moon are both wrong; who made him seek the Dharma

So simple?

The moment the thought crossed his mind, the falling clouds suddenly transformed into a sky full of white waves, surging towards Huang Liang from all directions and surrounding him completely.

Huang Liang's heart skipped a beat.

wrong,

This is a feint!

The thought had barely formed when a fist burst forth from the clouds.

It hurtled straight at Huangliang's facade.

Huang Liang's eyes widened. He didn't have time to dodge, and only managed to raise his right hand, his palm forming the character "空" (empty) to meet the punch.

With a "bang," fists and palms collided, and the shockwave dispersed the surrounding clouds and mist.

Wu Yuanzhen's fist lost most of its force to the word "emptiness," but the remaining impact still forced Huang Liang to take two steps back.

Before Huang Liang could regain his footing, another palm strike came out from the clouds, aimed straight at his chest.

Not to be outdone, Huang Liang met him with the "empty" character in his left hand, palms facing each other.

"boom!"

Smoke and dust erupted, and yellow sand flew everywhere.

The two were locked in a stalemate, their four palms facing each other, their magical power clashing wildly between them.

Behind Wu Yuanzhen, the phantom of the dog god appeared and disappeared, while Huang Liang's palms spun like wheels with the character "空" (empty).

Huang Liang spoke slowly, his tone tinged with admiration:

"President Wu, you truly deserve to be called a great master."

"If I hadn't been fast enough, I might have actually been taken advantage of by President Wu."

"is it?"

Wu Yuanzhen's lips curled up.

"But now that I have both your hands under control, how can you use your supernatural powers?"

Huang Liang's pupils constricted slightly.

A dense network of ropes, resembling thorns, crawled out from Wu Yuanzhen's right hand.

The ropes meandered and swam like living things.

In less than half a breath, Huang Liang was completely entangled.

"hunting!"

Wu Yuanzhen gave a low shout.

The rope suddenly tightened.

"Click!"

Black blood spilled.

Huang Liang's neck was strangled with a deep, bone-revealing blood groove.

His robes were torn to shreds by ropes, and his bluish-gray skin was covered with crisscrossing marks from the ropes.

Having been tricked and killed by this deadly move, Huang Liang completely lost all his strength.

His eyes widened as he slowly fell backward.

Looking at Huang Liang's battered and bruised figure, Wu Yuanzhen swallowed the candy in his throat and revealed a big smile:

"sweet!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wu Yuanzhen's expression changed.

But Huang Liang's body paused in mid-air as he fell.

He raised his left hand from his side, the character "空" (empty) lit up in his palm, and suddenly grabbed at himself.

Red magic power covered his entire body.

Under Wu Yuanzhen's incredulous gaze,

The injury was actually "torn" off by that magical power!

It wasn't over yet, Huang Liang flicked his left hand.

The red light struck Wu Yuanzhen.

Wu Yuanzhen hurriedly looked up, and a red light flew past the tip of his nose.

After dodging the attack, Wu Yuanzhen looked at Huang Liang in disbelief.

However, they discovered that the other party's injuries had somehow healed.

His severed arm regenerated, his bone fractures healed, and all the wounds inflicted by the Hunter's Rope disappeared without leaving a trace.

As if he had thought of something, Wu Yuanzhen's expression changed.

"Your innate supernatural powers,"

"It can even transfer the injuries on your body?"

"That's right, as expected of President Wu."

Huang Liang slowly straightened up, bowed slightly to Wu Yuanzhen, and spoke sincerely:

"You have a good eye indeed."

Wu Yuanzhen's expression was solemn as he stared intently at Huang Liang's hands, his voice deep and resonant:

"There are actually such innate supernatural abilities."

"It's a perfect combination of offense and defense..."

Huang Liang smiled slightly, his ashen face showing a hint of humility:

"Without some backing, how dare you defy the might of the Immortal Hunter?"

"is it?"

Wu Yuanzhen snorted coldly: "He does have some skills."

Before he could finish speaking...

Wu Yuanzhen flashed forward and closed in again, striking Huang Liang in the chest with a palm.

Huang Liang was not afraid at all and met the attack with his right hand.

The instant the two palms meet.

Wu Yuanzhen channeled his magical power and shouted:

"Destroy!"

Huang Liang's palm glowed brightly again:

"change!"

A clash of supernatural powers.

Visibly, concentric circles of extremely regular slashes appeared on the surrounding earth.

Centered on the position where the two men's palms met, the loess was cut into countless concentric circles by some invisible force, the edges of the circles as smooth as mirrors and several feet deep.

The two were once again at an impasse.

But in this situation, Wu Yuanzhen's eyes narrowed.

Sure enough, his transfer required his hand to touch the object.

The idea of ​​restricting his hands was correct!

Let's do it again.

Wu Yuanzhen spread his five fingers and gripped Huang Liang's right hand tightly, preventing it from slipping away.

Wu Yuanzhen spread his five fingers and gripped Huang Liang's right hand tightly.

Then.

The thorny rope on his right hand snaked upwards again!

This time, the target is Huang Liang's neck!

At the same time, Wu Yuanzhen's free left palm struck Huang Liang's right hand.

"Hand or head, choose one!"

Faced with such a deadly move, Huang Liang's lips curled up.

"Break!"

Under Wu Yuanzhen's incredulous gaze, Huang Liang suddenly twisted his neck.

He actually sent his own head flying!

With the head severed, Wu Yuanzhen's rope naturally missed its mark.

But Huang Liang did not die.

The vitality of a corpse far exceeds that of a living person; decapitation does not cause immediate death.

The headless body remained standing in place, its left hand reaching out to grab its severed neck.

The character "空" (empty) lit up in his palm, and a ball of blood-red magic power was pulled out from his body.

A decapitation wound!

The headless body swung its palm back, slamming the ball of red light toward Wu Yuanzhen, who was standing right next to it.

A burst of red light shot out, heading straight for his face.

Wu Yuanzhen's expression changed drastically.

He instinctively tried to dodge backward, but his right hand, which was facing him, was firmly gripped by Huang Liang's headless corpse.

Five bluish-gray fingers gripped his hand like iron clamps, preventing him from breaking free.