Chapter 13 An Incoming Fight!

"It's about to start!"

As soon as the two began talking, An Qisheng grabbed Feng Mingtao and pulled him away.

Feng Mingtao wanted to get closer to watch, but he felt a gust of wind howling like thunder coming out of the mountains, exploding in his ears.

He almost fell to the ground, shocked.

"That old Taoist is fierce!"

An Qisheng's eyelids twitched.

He saw clearly that Daoist Juechen took a step, and the distance under his feet seemed to lose its meaning. As his fan-like hand clenched, it seemed as if thunder exploded from his palm!

And the thunder even mixed with spiritual power, so covering your ears was useless.

Bang!

Amidst the thunderous sound, Daoist Juechen struck down from above with a punch.

Daoist Juechen was two meters tall and powerfully built. With this punch, he seemed to be surrounded by lightning, and the wind and rain howled as if a thunder god was punishing the world.

"The ancients passed down that Taoists can emit thunder with their palms. Daoist brother's technique can be regarded as Palm Thunder (zhangxinlei) in the eyes of ordinary people."

In the drizzle stirred by the strong wind, Mu Longcheng praised slightly and stretched out the hand he had been carrying behind his back.

When Mu Longcheng had his back to the crowd, no one noticed anything, but when he made his move, An Qisheng saw something.

His palm was slender and white, his five fingers were round and full like crystal jade, and he could even see the blood vessels inside, and the blood flowing within!

It was truly like colored glaze crystal!

Whoosh~

His movements were neither fast nor slow, but he blocked Daoist Juechen's punch that seemed like a thunder god's punishment without missing a beat.

For unrivaled experts like them, any fancy moves were meaningless. Only a head-on collision could truly determine victory or defeat!

Bang!

Fist and palm met.

The strong wind visible to the naked eye swept the rain backwards, spreading in circles around the two of them like ripples.

Even from more than ten meters away, An Qisheng could feel the oncoming gale, and the raindrops hit his skin painfully like hidden weapons!

"This is Seeing the Gods Unbroken!"

An Qisheng was shocked and retreated.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

As An Qisheng descended the stone steps, he saw strong winds howling and thunder rolling above the high platform. The continuous drizzle was blown high by the air waves stirred up by the two of them, as if there was an invisible glass cover over the golden hall!

"This is a battle between Grandmasters!"

Feng Mingtao was excited, wanting to go forward but also feeling apprehensive.

The others were the same.

Although they were also martial artists, they had never seen a battle between Grandmasters of the Seeing the Gods Unbroken realm.

Unfortunately, with their skills, they couldn't learn anything from the fight, and they couldn't even see clearly.

Only An Qisheng, although he couldn't see the exchange clearly, wasn't too anxious.

As long as he experienced this battle, he could watch it again and again in the future, so there was no need to rush.

Boom!

The battle didn't last too long, only about ten minutes. The crowd only heard a loud crash from the high platform, followed by silence.

Drizzle~

The air waves subsided, and the continuous drizzle fell again.

"Is the victory decided?"

"Daoist Juechen, he..."

"Can the Daoist Master defeat Mu Longcheng?"

Below the stone steps, the crowd was uneasy. They saw Mu Longcheng slowly walking down from the high platform in the drizzling rain.

His brown Taoist robe was spotless, the rain avoided him as he passed, and there wasn't even a trace of water or mud on the bottom of his cloth shoes.

"Daoist Juechen lost!"

An Qisheng's heart sank slightly. Although he had never met Mu Longcheng and Daoist Juechen before, he preferred Daoist Juechen in his heart compared to Mu Longcheng.

Step, step, step~

The world was extremely quiet for a moment, only the unhurried footsteps in the drizzling rain echoed in everyone's hearts like drumbeats.

Including Feng Mingtao, everyone's bodies were tense, their faces solemn, as if facing a formidable enemy.

Although the rumors said that Mu Longcheng wasn't a murderer, no one could remain calm in the face of such a master.

They didn't even feel any hostility, but the few felt their bodies had lost control, unable to move, and could only watch him walk down step by step.

"The mist on his face seems to have disappeared..."

An Qisheng's heart stirred as he watched Mu Longcheng walking down.

Only now did he see the face of this foremost figure of the era.

His features weren't outstanding, but together they had a strange charm that prevented people from feeling ill will at first glance.

Only those indifferent and profound eyes made people's hearts turn cold.

Whoosh~

Mu Longcheng stopped, not caring about the crowd who were facing him as if they were facing a great enemy. He looked at An Qisheng:

"What's your name?"

An Qisheng's body trembled. Under Mu Longcheng's gaze, he suddenly felt a bone-chilling cold.

It was as if he had instantly gone from the height of summer to the depths of winter, and had been doused with cold water!

Cold!

Cold!

Cold!

An Qisheng seemed to hear the moans of his skin. The bone-chilling cold seemed to completely freeze him from the depths of his bone marrow!

"Hypnosis? Illusion? When did it start, with the footsteps, or the sound of the rain?"

An Qisheng clenched his teeth. He had studied psychology and knew about hypnosis.

But he had never seen such terrifying hypnosis, which put him in a predicament where he fell into hypnosis even while on guard.

This coldness was naturally fake, but if his consciousness thought it was real, and his brain accepted the signal, he would be frozen to death alive in this June rain!

Boom!

Just as An Qisheng was struggling to hold on, the cold suddenly receded, and what followed was heat, scorching heat!

It was like being burned by flames, being thrown into a pot of oil!

The extreme change of cold and heat made him feel real death at this moment!

I will die!

Die under this gaze!

An Qisheng's heart burned like fire. At this moment, he couldn't care about anything else. With a thought, the panel representing Wang Honglin in his vision shattered.

One second to enter a dream!

"Interesting."

On the stone steps, Mu Longcheng smiled slightly and walked into the wind and rain again.

In just a few moments, he disappeared.

"An Qisheng?"

Once Mu Longcheng left, Feng Mingtao hurried forward and patted An Qisheng.

In his opinion, Mu Longcheng had only glanced at An Qisheng, and An Qisheng's face had first turned pale, as if he had fallen into an ice cave, and then his face had turned as red as blood, and he was covered in sweat.

"I... I'm fine."

An Qisheng came back to his senses and looked at the stone steps in the drizzling rain at the foot of the mountain, clenching his teeth.

If he hadn't had the method of entering dreams, it would have been really dangerous just now.

"Really okay?"

Feng Mingtao was a little suspicious. He obviously guessed that An Qisheng might have encountered danger before.

After all, he wasn't a coward, and he definitely wasn't small. Even in the face of a Grandmaster of the Seeing the Gods Unbroken realm, there was no reason to be so frightened that he couldn't even move.

"I'm fine."

An Qisheng wiped the rain from his forehead and face, and walked towards the golden hall:

"Let's go see Daoist Juechen."