658 Crippled (1/2)

The Third Elder tried to dodge the attack subconsciously. However, it was too late.

A sharp pain shot through his entire body following that chill he felt. It was a familiar feeling, though it was a lot more intense than the previous one that he felt.

Crack! Something seemed to be broken.

The Third Elder had no idea which part of his body was damaged. He merely felt that he no longer had control over his own body.

It was an extreme pain, to the point where numbness was all he felt.

However, the psychological impact and shame that he felt could not be anaesthetized. Two lines of tears flowed down along his pale wrinkled cheeks and dripped into the surging sands.

It was already a tragedy to experience such pain once in a lifetime. When the second attack with more force was dealt to the same sensitive area, anyone would crumble immediately.

The Third Elder was close to a breakdown. He had never imagined that he would experience such pain again for the second time.

Furthermore…

It was merely a bit over half an hour after the previous impact.

The old wounds had yet to heal.

Boom! A loud explosion sound could be heard.

The Third Elder's body flew into the air uncontrollably under the huge impact. He reached a height of about three feet.

At that instant, the Third Elder's mind was completely blank. He had already lost his cognitive abilities and could only stare at the ground with a pair of soulless eyes.

A dark world.

He saw countless dumbfounded expressions. These included the Heavenly Dao Pavilion disciples, the four Majesties, the candidates, the Fifth Elder, and the Pavilion Leader Mu Qingfeng…

Boom! The Third Elder smashed right onto the ground. Given his prowess, he would not lose consciousness simply from one attack. However, he had lost all will to fight.

He allowed his body to flail helplessly on the ground.

That was because he could not accept this turn of events.

How could he?

No one could possess that much willpower. This was no longer a question about raw power, but one of shame and dignity.

He could simply say that he was letting his guard down when he was dealt the first blow. He could have been ambushed or looking down on his opponent. There were many excuses.

But what about the second time?

What excuse can he make?

Why did this happen?

The Third Elder could not understand. He had survived the five blows and calculated everything precisely. This should not have happened, but it did.

Most importantly…

Why did he have to go through such humiliation and pain again?

The Third Elder had had a normal life. His life was not particularly smooth sailing, nor was it filled with vicissitudes every step of the way. He had experienced times of glory and also learned to be humble in times when he failed.

However, what happened today was something he cannot bring himself to accept.

This was because he no longer wished to live. When one lost the last bit of dignity that one had, it would be pointless to carry on with life.

As a revered elder of the Heavenly Dao Pavilion, he had been done in by the same technique twice in a row…

How could he still stand up righteously and curse murderously at Fang Zhengzhi?

He could not do it.

Silence. There was complete silence.

All the Heavenly Dao Pavilion disciples witnessed this scene, though they could not fathom how it happened.

The Third Elder had clearly stabbed through Fang Zhengzhi's heart.

However, why would Fang Zhengzhi be unscathed? Instead, he emerged from the surging sands the moment the Third Elder attacked. Was it an illusion?

No!

It was not an illusion!

It was a Heavenly Descent!

The Tenth Heavenly Descent. In other words, Fang Zhengzhi's fifth move was not simply Nine Pillars of Heavenly Descent, but a terrifying ten.

”How can this be? How did he do this?”

”It is already terrifying enough to use Nine Pillars of Heavenly Descent at once, how about ten? Just how much power source does this young lad possess?”

”Ten Pillars of Heavenly Descent. He even placed one five feet away in anticipation. Did he really calculate all this right from the start?”

The Heavenly Dao Pavilion disciples were in shock at this scene. They were even more surprised that Fang Zhengzhi could display such prowess right in front of them.

However, there was one thing they could not understand…

Why would the Third Elder be interrupted by the surging sands? If he was not distracted by the sand and lost his balance, Fang Zhengzhi's attack would not have succeeded.

Just how did Fang Zhengzhi control the sand? That was the Qian Kun Eight Wastelands, a field set up especially by the Third Elder. How could he control it?

The Heavenly Dao Pavilion disciples could not understand it.

However, they had no time to consider this problem. That was because Fang Zhengzhi had already moved. The moment the Third Elder landed on the ground, he followed up with another attack.

He was like a shooting star, stepping on the swirling sands as though he was on flat, solid ground, cruising through its violent waves.

Most importantly, Fang Zhengzhi was pointing his two fingers forward as well.