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Outside the Lord's Mansion, there was a profound silence.
The walls had collapsed, and dust filled the air. In the haze, no one could clearly see what was happening inside. After being struck by Li Zheng's terrifying blow, no one believed Lufan could possibly survive. Everyone had mentally prepared themselves to witness a gruesome scene of mangled flesh.
The thought of such a prodigious talent falling like this made some sigh, others secretly rejoice, some sneer, and others go mad. A myriad of emotions was laid bare.
The Loose Cultivators felt sorrow for Lufan; some of the more tender-hearted female cultivators couldn't help but shed tears. Li Ran laughed maniacally, relieved to have escaped disaster. A Qi was somewhat stunned, unable to believe what he was seeing.
The Fourth Prince, however, began to show signs of delight. Lufan's performance had long stirred his jealousy, and now that he had been killed by Li Zheng with a single blow, witnessing a genius whose talent far surpassed his own fall was truly satisfying.
At the same time, he remained secretly vigilant. Li Zheng usually kept a low profile; he had assumed he was just an ordinary Sixth-Rank Martial Practitioner. Unexpectedly, he possessed such strength and hidden cards. This forced him to reevaluate Li Zheng's worth.
Everyone thought the outcome was settled, except for Li Zheng, who remained silent with a furrowed brow.
He sensed something was off. Although that blow had struck Lufan, it felt as if it had hit a resilient rubber ball. It appeared powerful but hadn't caused the destruction he had imagined; Lufan had skillfully dissipated most of the force!
Could it be? Li Zheng's thoughts raced as he strode forward like a charging elephant, causing the ground to tremble slightly as he rushed toward where Lufan had fallen.
Seeing Li Zheng's actions, the crowd was puzzled at first but soon considered a possibility. They widened their eyes in disbelief as they looked toward the dust-filled area—could it be that Lufan was still alive?!
Quickly, Li Zheng reached the gap in the collapsed wall. Using his momentum without caring about the situation inside, he twisted his waist and swung his arm; the Octagonal Heavy Hammer in his hand whirled like a tempest as it smashed inward.
Suddenly, a slender hand emerged from the dust—a hand with distinct finger bones and golden skin—reaching out to meet the descending hammer amidst everyone's astonished gazes.
Bang!
It blocked it! Li Zheng's Octagonal Heavy Hammer, which seemed poised to crush everything in its path, was actually stopped by just a single hand!
As hammer met palm, tremendous force erupted between them in shockwaves that spread outward. The air roared violently, sweeping away all the dust and revealing a figure—none other than Lufan!
Cheers erupted from the crowd. The Loose Cultivators who had been lamenting moments ago now cheered joyously; some female cultivators cried tears of happiness. The Fourth Prince's face turned ashen, while Li Ran stood in shock, repeatedly muttering, "How is this possible? How is this possible?"
At this moment, Lufan's appearance had greatly changed. The Qing Mang sword was no longer in his hand, and the exposed skin glowed with a golden hue, naturally giving off a sense of solemnity. His expression was grave, and the lines on his face had become more defined, with features as sharp as if they had been chiseled by a knife or axe, exuding immense charm.
It was as if a celestial being had descended to earth, or a deity had come down from the heavens. At this moment, Lufan carried an air of superiority, a temperament that gradually revealed itself after his dual cultivation of Buddhism and Taoism. Even the somewhat worn and dirty hemp robe he wore could not conceal the charm radiating from him; rather, it accentuated his aura even more.
Such charisma left people momentarily entranced. Some female cultivators had their eyes wide open, sparkling with admiration, their gazes almost glued to Lufan, unwilling to look away.
Roar! Roar!
At this time, people noticed that Lufan was emitting a peculiar subtle sound. Upon closer listening, it resembled both a tiger's roar and a dragon's chant. The sound was not loud but carried a rhythm that was deeply moving.
"I didn't expect to have to use this move in the end; it's going to waste quite a bit of Primordial Liquid," Lufan said regretfully while holding the octagonal heavy hammer in one hand.
Opposite him, Li Zheng appeared somewhat dazed. His full-force strike had been easily countered by the enemy, and the shock in his heart was unimaginable.
Seeing Lufan speak, Li Zheng's heart trembled. He quickly withdrew his hammer and cautiously stared at Lufan. At this moment, Lufan gave him an extremely dangerous feeling.
Roar! Roar!
Lufan did not attack immediately but instead quietly contemplated his current physical condition. The peculiar sound continued to emanate from him, caused by the rapid circulation of his true energy and blood.
With a casual squeeze of his hand, an explosive sound erupted from within it. Feeling the immense power coursing through him, Lufan estimated that it had increased at least tenfold. He couldn't help but marvel at the overwhelming prowess of Buddhist martial arts.
The protective Divine Skill of Buddhism—Tiger Roar and Dragon Chant—Golden Bell Shield and Iron Cloth Shirt!
What Lufan was currently operating was indeed this top-tier protective Divine Skill from Buddhism: the Golden Bell Shield and Iron Cloth Shirt.
Yes, it was a complete and extraordinary technique. If it weren't for his discovery a few days ago, even Lufan himself wouldn't have realized that the Iron Cloth Shirt was merely an introductory skill to the Golden Bell Shield. The two were originally part of the same martial art; only when combined could they unleash their full potential.
What surprised him even more was that although this martial art primarily focused on the Golden Bell Shield, after he improved the Iron Cloth Shirt, he inadvertently elevated its power to match that of the Golden Bell Shield. The fusion of the original Golden Bell Shield with the enhanced Iron Cloth Shirt produced an even greater force than before!
Once activated, the Golden Bell Shield and Iron Cloth Shirt could significantly enhance a Martial Cultivator's strength and defense. This increase depended on the cultivator's physical strength; the stronger the body, the greater the potential for enhancement.
Considering that Lufan had already transformed into True Blood form, he compared his current physical strength to that of the former Black-hearted Tiger and found it slightly stronger—comparable to an ordinary Martial Cultivator at initial Fifth Rank.
Now that he employed the Golden Bell Shield and Iron Cloth Shirt, his strength directly broke through to Sixth Rank level. Compared to strong individuals like Li Zheng, who resonated with powerful bones and muscles, he was equally formidable; in terms of defense, he surpassed even those who had broken through to Golden Skin Realm.
However, this domineering protective Divine Skill has a characteristic: it perfectly shields Lufan's entire body, covering every inch without any weak points. This results in its uniqueness; once the Golden Bell Shield Iron Cloth Shirt is activated, Lufan will be unable to use any other protective martial arts techniques to stack effects, such as the Horizontal Thirteen Guardians.
This makes sense, as protective Divine Skills are inherently about unleashing potential and should be based on the practitioner's own body. It is impossible for them to infinitely stack with one another.
Additionally, this martial art consumes a tremendous amount of internal energy. Therefore, after successfully cultivating it for the first time, Lufan is reluctant to use it casually. He has always relied on sword techniques in battle because, comparatively speaking, killing with a sword is the most energy-efficient and consumes the least resources.
However, he did not expect Li Zheng to be so difficult to deal with; relying solely on sword techniques was not enough to handle this old turtle. Reluctantly, Lufan had no choice but to employ this domineering skill.
Thinking about the Primordial Liquid he would have to expend, Lufan felt a pang of regret in his heart.
At this moment, everyone had already snapped back from their dazed state caused by Lufan's impressive display and felt a surge of excitement.
"The fierce beast" truly lives up to its name; such a powerful strike did not inflict any damage at all. Given the current situation, there would soon be a fierce clash. With this thought, the anticipation in people's eyes grew even stronger.
Glancing at Li Zheng, who remained in a defensive stance, Lufan spoke up: "You seemed quite pleased just now, thinking that with a bit of strength you could consider yourself an invincible overlord? I told you I would kill you; you absolutely won't survive today!"
With that, Lufan exerted force under his feet and stomped down hard; the solid blue bricks crumbled like mud beneath him. Then he advanced with powerful strides, quickly closing the distance to Li Zheng. With fingers spread wide, his golden palm fanned out like a sunflower and struck toward Li Zheng's head!
The air whistled through his fingers, producing a deafening roar!
This was the palm technique: Great Power Diamond Palm!
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