Chapter 48 (1/2)

The sudden appearance of that arm shocked everyone. Even a third year senior like Zhen Zhuang Bi, who was in the Spirit Realm, had a change in expression.

Earlier, when Chen Zhou had used the Form Transformation Technique, he had already felt that something was amiss. Now, he was sure that there was an expert guiding him from behind.

This person's Manifestation Technique was much better than Chen Zhou's.

”Did you ask me if you were going to behave atrociously in my territory?!”

The taller three opened the folding fan with a snap and pointed towards the sky.

A dozen or so fan bones flew out from the folding fan, radiating with a dazzling light.

The scallops grew larger and larger in the sky, eventually forming a dozen dazzling swords.

These long swords circled around in the air and floated in the air. The tips of these swords were pointing at the huge black arm from a distance, waiting to be unleashed.

Following the direction of the third year's fingers, over ten long swords became beams of light and pierced forward.

The sword brought with it a gusting wind, so sharp that it seemed capable of piercing through the air.

This was the difference between a Xumi realm expert and an Ascending Realm cultivator. A Xumi realm cultivator could not only exude Qi from their body, they could also use Qi to control treasures.

At the ninth level of the Nascent Soul Stage, it wouldn't be difficult to kill someone from more than twenty miles away.

More than a dozen longswords, glowing with brilliant colors, pounced towards the black arm.

Although the third year of high school knew that the owner of that arm was very strong, he was a well-known figure in the Great Illusory world. Naturally, he couldn't admit defeat.

By contrast, Ms Zhen is more timid.

”Childish.”

The dull sound appeared once again before he waved his hand.

A black palm covered in curly fur slapped on the swords, creating a crisp clanging sound.

All the swords were swept away, and not even the fur of the hand was damaged.

The long sword was swept away by the tremendous force. Some flew into the crowd and stabbed the onlookers who didn't have time to escape, some pierced the trees, and some were nailed into the walls.

The third year was stunned for a moment before he flew into a rage, ”You look down on me?”

”You are only a cowardly tortoise, you don't even dare to show your true body!”

With a wave of his hand, he threw the folding fan out.

After the fan flew into the air, it suddenly opened up, forming a picture scroll that was hundreds of meters long.

The picture scroll trembled in the wind and was extremely magnificent.

The third year stood on one foot, rose into the air and landed on the surface of the fan, then pointed forward.

The fan rolled forward, and a moment later, it wrapped firmly around the black arm.

The third senior jumped onto his arms and pressed down with both hands, ”Break for me!”

The longswords that had been knocked away all flew back and gathered in the air before quickly stabbing down.

The fan was tightly wrapped around his arm, and when he twisted his arm, it looked like a colorful python.

A dozen or so longswords brought with them a flowing light as they thrust into his arm with a 'pu pu pu' sound.

”Now I'll cripple your arm and let you reveal your true self!”

”Childish.”

When the voice appeared, it said exactly the same two words.

With a loud bang, the fan on his arm was disintegrated.

Although the surface of the fan was not torn, there were many openings.

More than ten long swords also flew out. The way they rotated outside looked like a glowing fan.

The tall three were also sent flying by the immense force of his arm. When he landed on the ground, he staggered a few steps before barely managing to regain his footing.

He lowered his head and looked at the fan that was flying back. It was badly damaged.

This time, the longsword that was knocked away did not fly back again. Instead, it returned to its scallops and fell all around.

The seniors' faces paled, but they could not hold it back and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Chen Zhou laughed heartily. ”You trash, who among you can stop me from leaving?”

An Zhan, I said that I had long since left you behind.

”Even if you win against me by a fluke today, you will still die without a doubt!”

He pointed at An Zaiyue and said, ”Kill him! We don't owe each other anything!”

It was as if someone in the sky was sighing, and then that big hand smashed down towards the top of An Zeng's head.

That palm was too large, it could cover a hundred meters, and it was falling fast. With An Zhe's current strength, there was no way he could dodge it.

As for Qu Liuxi and Du, both of them were by his side. If anything happened to An Zhe, the three of them would die together.

Chen Xi suddenly grabbed Qu Liuxi and threw her out. At the same time, he kicked Du's skinny butt, ”Let's go!”

After doing these two movements, he started to dodge to the side, but it was too late.

He saw his palm land on the ground twenty to thirty meters away.

Chen Shaobai, who was sitting on the rooftop, had a slight change in expression as he cursed ”Idiot”.

Then he made a hand seal with one hand and said, ”Out.”

Dingdang, the bronze bell in An Zeng's bosom suddenly flew out and rapidly grew in size, forming a bronze bell that latched onto An Zeng's head.

His palm landed heavily on the ground. It was a hundred meters large, and it crashed onto the ground.

Within a range of a hundred meters, all those who had no chance to escape were killed. The bluestone rubble shattered into dust.

A few large trees were directly smashed into wood scraps, and the walls of the courtyard were blown away by the hurricane.

The gravel and dust began to churn in an instant, and the sky darkened.

Everyone knew that the conflict was over.

Even the third year of high school of a Xumi realm warrior was not a match for that arm, let alone fighting for it.

Everyone could faintly hear a miserable shriek. Those who saw this scene widened their mouths in terror.

However, this scream did not come from An Zhan, but from the owner of the arm.

When the dust settled, the crowd discovered that there was a bloody hole in the palm!

Something like a bronze bell stood there, and Anjou was gone.