Chapter 472: Chapter 473: Master Save Me

“A Guardian Demon Beast?”

Zhong Lin’s eyes were sharp, staring intently at the tall Emperor Bear before him.

“Roar!”

The Emperor Bear roared, stepping forward with its massive paws, shaking the heavens and earth as it approached Zhong Lin. The terrifying pressure of the Ancient Demon Beast made Zhong Lin’s heart tighten.

Even though the bear in front of him wasn’t a true Emperor Bear—in reality, a true Emperor Bear stands over a hundred feet tall, with a body like a mountain—and as the Earth King, its immense strength makes bearing mountains seem effortless.

As for the one before him, it was lacking in size, and moreover, it seemed soulless.

Yet, even so, the terrifying pressure of its presence caused Zhong Lin concern.

Suddenly, the Emperor Bear leaped forward, as if teleporting a hundred meters away, and descended from the sky like a mountain, pouncing toward Zhong Lin.

“Barbarian Bear Mountain Collision!”

Not knowing if this was truly a test from the Undying Evil Emperor, even the slightest suspicion made him prepare cautiously, as it was crucial to his exit strategy.

As his voice echoed, a tyrannical intent swept across the entire hall, dispersing everything around.

With a step forward, streams of golden Blood Qi surged from every pore of his body, igniting under Zhong Lin’s indomitable will, staining the entire hall red in an instant.

Boom!

In the explosion of the vast Blood Qi, his body suddenly leaned forward, striking out with a thunderous punch.

The Barbarian Bear Mountain Collision was modeled after the Emperor Bear’s supreme force hitting mountains. A beginner would naturally mimic it with their body, but Zhong Lin had already mastered it to Full Level through the System Panel. Though his physical cultivation wasn’t entirely in sync, what mattered was intent, not form, wielding greater power with his fists.

Punch after punch!

In an instant, Zhong Lin delivered a full ten thousand punches.

However, due to the rapid speed of his punches, the ten thousand punches felt like they were delivered simultaneously in a moment.

Like a great sun, radiating brilliance.

As the Fist Seal struck, the entire hall trembled, triggering endless storms and shaking the void.

The Emperor Bear’s figure had arrived, wielding the terrifying power of the Ancient Great Demon, colliding like a meteor.

Like a mountain rising from the ground, with countless rainbows piercing the sun, it carried indescribable grandeur, crashing into the meteor-like descending mountain.

Boom!

Rumble!

Furious and unrestrained, the fist’s wind howled.

In the massive collision, waves of ripples intersected and crisscrossed.

It was as if the fiercest, most terrifying hurricane on earth swept effortlessly through the entire hall, destroying everything in its path.

Crack!

Zhong Lin stood tall, his surging Qi-Blood exploding and reverberating as it soared to the sky with great force.

Taking a step forward, he leapt into the air, bending down to deliver another punch to the Emperor Bear he knocked back.

Boom!

The power around him reached its peak; at the moment of the punch, it erupted like a volcanic explosion.

A ray of pure golden light pierced through layer upon layer of void, carrying his unmatched will, landing heavily on the body of the Emperor Bear.

The air in the entire hall seemed to be instantly evacuated, with soundwaves rippling and vibrating, grinding those already reduced to powder skeletons once more.

The grandeur of his Fist Intent was beyond imagination.

Bam!

The Emperor Bear didn’t even have time to let out a wail before Zhong Lin’s punch blasted it apart.

“Hoo hoo!”

“This fist technique… truly formidable.”

Zhong Lin descended from the void, his face slightly pale, his breathing a bit rapid. That last punch had nearly exhausted his entire strength, though its power was indeed formidable. The Emperor Bear lived up to its name as an Earth King among Ancient Demon Beasts, and the simulated “Emperor Bear Shaking the Earth” fist technique possessed unmatched strength.

Just as Zhong Lin was recovering, a drop of golden blood hovered in the void from the shattered Emperor Bear, then darted towards Zhong Lin at lightning speed.

Zhong Lin’s expression drastically changed, instinctively reaching out to block it, but it was to no avail as the drop of golden blood directly entered his chest.

“Ah!”

The golden blood fused into his flesh, a terrifying sensation exploded within him, with intense pain sweeping through his mind.

Bam!

Without any resistance, Zhong Lin’s eyes rolled over, and he fainted directly.

…

“Faster, go faster.”

High in the void, Chi Zhonglin piloted the Flying Boat frantically through the clouds.

Chi Zhonglin, who once appeared carefree, now had disheveled clothes and stubbly beard, with bloodshot eyes and a faint aura. Yet, he continued to burn his Spiritual Origin, desperately driving the Flying Boat beneath him, paying no heed to the creaking sounds coming from it under strain.

The Heavenly Sword Sacred Land appeared on the horizon in the distance.

“Junior Brother, you must hold on, you must hold on, Master, Master, help!”

Chi Zhonglin murmured to himself, his voice filled with hoarseness and pain.

“Who goes there? This is the Heavenly Sword Sacred Land…”

Two figures emerged from the mountains, loudly reprimanding the rapidly approaching Flying Boat.

“Get out of the way!”

Chi Zhonglin roared, not slowing down in the slightest, directly charging towards them, frightening the two to quickly dodge aside.

By the time they came to their senses, Chi Zhonglin had disappeared without a trace, leaving only a faint white streak in the sky.

“So arrogant, who was that?”

One of the shocked disciples, his face pale, said angrily, knowing that had he not dodged quickly, colliding with the Flying Boat at that speed would have at the very least skinned him.

“That… seems to be Senior Brother Chi from the Sword Pavilion.”

“Brother Chi, the true disciple?”

“Yes! It looked like him to me.”

“For Brother Chi to be in such a hurry, there must be an important matter. Let’s let it be.”

“…”

Chi Zhonglin piloted the Flying Boat, barreling his way through, while the many disciples flying along the way had no choice but to dodge aside, not without a chorus of curses.

Whoosh!

Chi Zhonglin darted into the Sword Pavilion Mountain, shouting towards the empty peak.

“Master, Master!”

“Hahaha, Junior Brother, you’re back.”

A hearty voice rang out, followed by a figure flying out of the Scripture Pavilion.

The newcomer was a large man, nine feet tall, with a high nose and broad mouth, appearing in his thirties, his face marked by the years, revealing his boldness and weathered appearance.

Clad in a gray robe, his dignified eyes were like a tiger hidden beneath layers of solid muscle.

So observant, he hardly resembled a swordsman; rather, he looked like a gallant knight among the common people.

This man was the Senior Brother of the Sword Pavilion, the principal disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sacred Land, Tu Ye.

Observing Chi Zhonglin’s state, Tu Ye’s brow furrowed as he said solemnly, “Junior Brother, how did you end up like this?”

“Why are you shouting? I haven’t gone deaf, you know. There’s no need to bellow.”

Xi Xuan came flying down from Sword Pavilion Mountain, grumbling, with a look suggesting a lack of adequate reason would earn you a slap.

Never before had Chi Zhonglin missed his Master as much as in this moment, tears streaming down as he cried out like a cuckoo bleeding its heart, “Master, hurry, save Junior Brother!”

Upon finishing, he coughed up a mouthful of heart’s blood, his entire body plummeting from the air.

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