Starting Cultivation During a Trip

Chapter 644: Chapter 313: The First Clash of the New Era! Zhang Fan vs. Li Changgeng

In the world of Daoist sects, across mountains and seas, how many among the younger generation can reach this level?

"Nine Dragon Divine Fire Shield!"

Zhang Fan extended his right hand, and nine heads of fire dragons roared fiercely, attacking Zhang Huntu’s head with unstoppable force.

"Zhang Fan..."

Zhang Huntu’s primordial spirit screamed in shock, frantically returning to his body acupoints.

At the same time, the shadow of the Chaotic Heaven Great Saint appeared as real, streaks of red silk extended from the illusionary void and fused into Zhang Huntu’s flesh.

In a daze, his body seemed to be injected with streams of red airflow, spreading along his spine to all his limbs and bones, each like a network of veins rising beneath the skin.

The Divine Enthronement statue not only strengthens the primordial spirit but can also affect the physical body!?

Rumbling...

In an instant, layers of red light emerged on Zhang Huntu’s body surface, blocking Zhang Fan’s Nine Dragon Divine Fire Shield.

Bang, bang, bang...

The explosion echoed through the Empty Valley, the exploding fire dragons scattered into frenzied red lights, wildly surging.

At that moment, Zhang Huntu’s primordial spirit had returned to his body acupoints. He pointed with a finger in the void, golden light unfurled like ink, outlining mystical talismans in the air.

"Fireproof Talisman!"

As soon as the talisman appeared, the True Flame’s wild nature was subdued, and the Nine Dragon Divine Fire Shield vanished instantly.

"Explode!"

Almost simultaneously, Zhang Fan formed a sword seal with one hand and whispered a low shout.

Zhang Huntu’s face changed abruptly, his heart skipped a beat, and as he looked down in shock, he saw a white Bone Pearl suspended three inches below his navel, surrounded by treasure aura crisscrossing like a masterpiece of mountains and rivers, akin to the Great Skill of Dragon Toad.

Rumbling...

In an instant, the boiling Dragon Toad Treasure Qi erupted violently, like a volcanic explosion, the terrifying power engulfing Zhang Huntu’s figure.

Zhang Fan leaped away, raised a hand, and the White Bone Relic flew through the air back into his palm.

Whoosh...

The dust surged wildly, spreading skyward, and a bloody figure flew out, crashing heavily to the ground.

Zhang Huntu was covered in blood; even with the protection of the Chaotic Heaven Great Saint, the Dragon Toad Treasure Qi ruptured his airways, leaving his abdomen a bloody mess, exposing the ends of his large and small intestines.

"Impressive!"

Within the dilapidated Daoist temple, Zhang Wuming’s eyes widened in astonishment.

Fairly speaking, Zhang Huntu’s Daoist cultivation had almost no weaknesses. He mastered the talismanic magic of Dragon Tiger Mountain, had the support of the Chaotic Heaven Great Saint, and himself was battle-hardened. Against an ordinary master, the outcome would have been settled long ago.

Conversely, Zhang Fan’s methods seemed singular, yet his skill in utilizing magic and seizing the right moment was almost like that of Ghost Gods, managing to twice wound even the Divine Enthronement-statue-protected Zhang Huntu.

He didn’t know that although Zhang Fan had yet to completely emerge from the Great Night, the combat awareness and instincts instilled in him by Zhang Lingzong and Li Linglong since childhood were etched into his bones, inevitably revealing themselves as his realm improved.

"Zhang Fan..."

Zhang Huntu gritted his teeth, staring intently at Zhang Fan, his gaze still sharp.

"Careless of me."

"Careless? Still, you must die," Zhang Fan said indifferently.

With that said, he walked towards Zhang Huntu, as a North Zhang disciple, he couldn’t let him walk out of the Hundred Thousand Mountains alive.

Bang...

At this moment, a cracking sound came from under Zhang Fan’s feet, and the ground burst, collapsing like a quagmire.

Zhang Fan’s expression changed slightly, his body lost balance, and he was about to sink.

Simultaneously, a figure descended from the sky, a terrifying aura pressed down like a small mountain, breaking the surrounding gusts.

Zhang Fan raised his hand, crossed his arms in front of his chest, the terrifying punch landed on top, the surging power washed over like a tidal wave, the piercing pain threatened to tear his arms apart.

"Such strong power!?"

Zhang Fan’s face darkened abruptly, he had never encountered such violent and terrifying power on anyone since starting his journey.

He opened his eyes, the wind howling at his ears, and saw a young man wearing sunglasses, landing where he had just stood.

"Xiangtingshan, your punch didn’t kill him!?"

Suddenly, a familiar voice came from nearby.

Zhang Fan’s neck shrunk, his body leaped, a fierce wind like a blade brushed over his head, cutting off a few strands of his hair.

"Huang Sanlang!"

Zhang Fan glanced sideways, seeing Huang Sanlang standing on a nearby hillside, staring at him coldly.

Bang, bang, bang...

Zhang Fan landed heavily, barely steadying himself.

Suddenly, a surge of thunder came swiftly, like an angry electric dragon, extremely fierce.

Zhang Fan reacted instinctively, the Fire Dragon Pill Sword shot skyward, colliding with the electric dragon, thunder and fire raged, the violent aftermath pushing him back dozens of meters, the track at his feet looked like twin ravines, strikingly shocking.

"Shenxiao Thunder Skill!?"

Zhang Fan’s eyebrows raised, looking up, through the dissipating dust, a graceful figure walked slowly towards him.

"Zhang Fan, you do have some skills. To struggle against North Zhang experts so far, and still have strength to dodge our combined attack?"

The heir of Sanqing Mountain, Yu Xuanji, walked over gracefully, a hint of sneer at the corner of her lips.

"You’re indeed something."

"Trouble!"

In the dilapidated Daoist temple, Zhang Wuming saw the rapidly changing situation and his heart sank.

There were Xiangtingshan from White Elephant Mountain, Yu Xuanji from Sanqing Mountain, Huang Sanlang from Yellow Skin Cave, and Zhang Huntu.

The gathering of four great masters tipped the scales against Zhang Fan.

"The struggle for Daoist orthodoxy is never just a battle of will."

At that moment, Zhang Huntu approached, taking out a talisman, not made of paper or brocade, resembling a strip of skin, drawn with a human figure, and applied it to his wound.