Chapter 103 Peak of Grandmaster

The talking is done, it is time to act!

"Yan Chu! Do not be arrogant; just because you are alone does not mean you can defeat the two of us—man and tiger!"

Roar!

As Abbot Xin Yong finished speaking, the black tiger beside him let out a thunderous roar. The tiger's roar shook the forest, and a shockwave of sound, visible to the naked eye, surged outward. It ripped up layers of earth and uprooted dozens of large trees, hurling them all toward Yan Chu at once.

"Good! It truly lives up to being the Abbot's mount!"

"This kind of power is just amazing!"

Yan Chu exclaimed in admiration and pushed his palms out horizontally.

Two golden Dragons erupted from his palms, transforming into Dragon shadows over ten zhang long that shook their heads and tails as they lunged at the black tiger.

Roar!

Two Dragons subduing the tiger; a battle between Dragon and tiger!

The black tiger was sent flying dozens of meters by the Dragon shadows, smashing through countless trees. Dust and smoke soared into the sky, mixed with great sprays of blood, leaving the forest in chaos.

However, it was not killed by that one palm strike.

Yan Chu had used less than thirty percent of his strength in that strike.

After all, he also wanted to ride a Land Rover...

"You should take a palm strike from me as well!"

Yan Chu no longer paid attention to the beast.

Before anyone knew it, clouds had gathered between his palms and fingers, and with a thunderous boom, he struck down toward Abbot Xin Yong.

Instantly, the scene was filled with rising winds and surging clouds. Countless black clouds roiled, filling the surrounding hundreds of meters and blotting out the sky.

Dark clouds covering the sun!

This palm strike not only blocked vision but also severed Divine Sense exploration, instantly plunging Abbot Xin Yong into a state of total darkness.

"Borrowing flowers to offer to Buddha!"

Abbot Xin Yong was shocked. He roared, pressed his palms together, and his monk's robes billowed.

At this moment, the smiling expression on his face vanished, replaced by a serious and solemn look.

Yan Chu's two immensely powerful palm prints, executed with such casual ease, made him feel immense pressure.

As Abbot Xin Yong formed a seal with his five fingers, a pink flower rose from beneath his feet, while golden light bloomed from his body.

The pink flower bloomed, its petals one by one shielding him in the center. The golden and pink lights intertwined, looking eerie and ferocious.

Bang!

The fierce and domineering force of the Cloud Dispelling Palm struck the flower, emitting a sound like muffled thunder.

A ripple of dust expanded outward, and the shockwave of True Qi nearly annihilated everything within a hundred-meter radius.

Even the earth itself seemed to tremble three times.

"Hahahaha!"

When the dust and smoke dissipated, Abbot Xin Yong's wild laughter came from the center.

"Yan Chu, is this the extent of your full strength?"

"If this is it, then this Buddha is truly not afraid of you!"

Abbot Xin Yong's smile was thick as he regained his confidence.

He flicked his arms, and the wide sleeves of his monk's robe wrapped around them.

Immediately after, pfft...

A sound like a fart rang out.

The pot-bellied Abbot Xin Yong began to shrink at a speed visible to the naked eye, transforming into a muscular man.

His entire body glistened with oil, muscles stacked upon muscles, and veins crawled across his bald head, filled with explosive power.

Boom!

Abbot Xin Yong kicked off with both legs, causing the ground to explode with dust waves. Relying solely on the strength of his Physical Body, he leaped dozens of meters and arrived above Yan Chu.

"Taste this Buddha's Thousand-Hand Vajra Fist!"

Abbot Xin Yong's voice was like a great bell, his fists raining down.

At a glance, it truly seemed as if he had a hundred arms and a thousand fists.

Each fist emitted a booming hum, and the air was struck until ripples appeared.

In this state, his hard-body training was pushed to its absolute limit.

Impervious to True Qi, invulnerable to water and fire.

"Flashy and useless!"

Yan Chu shook his head in disdain.

He pointed a finger, and countless finger shadows shot out, densely packed and carrying overwhelming power, pouring out like a rainstorm.

Three-Point Divine Finger, Ten Thousand Fires Urgent!

Thump thump thump thump!!!

These finger prints arrived first despite being launched later, striking Abbot Xin Yong on all the major acupoints around his body.

Accompanied by a shrill scream, Abbot Xin Yong flew backward the same way he had come.

"Ah!!!"

He screamed as he crashed into the ground, creating a large crater.

His entire body was covered in dense blood holes, and three different types of True Qi erupted within the wounds, extinguishing his vitality.

"What kind of finger technique is this? Why could it break my Vajra Body?"

Abbot Xin Yong's face was pale, his breath weak.

He was considered a famous Grandmaster in Cangzhou Prefecture with vast knowledge, but he had never seen the martial arts technique Yan Chu had used.

His body now seemed to inflate again, returning to the original big fat monk.

This was his true appearance.

But even so, his condition did not improve; the blood holes on his body were still bleeding, staining his monk's robe a deep red.

As the ultimate technique of Xiong Ba, each strike of the Three-Point Divine Finger contained the three types of True Qi of Wind, Cloud, and Frost; it was fierce and domineering, capable of suppressing most martial arts.

Abbot Xin Yong had taken the full set of Ten Thousand Fires Urgent head-on; he was dead for sure!

Yan Chu did not answer him but looked into the distance.

The black tiger was also on the verge of death at this moment, a large pool of blood beneath it. It was breathing heavily, looking longingly at its master.

Seeing Yan Chu's demeanor, Abbot Xin Yong felt a chill in his heart and could not help but beg for mercy:

"Great Hero Yan, listen to me, kill... me..."

Boom!

Before he could finish his sentence, Yan Chu leaped up, a massive leg shadow like thunder and wind slamming fiercely into Abbot Xin Yong's fat body.

Bang!

Right in front of his own mount, Abbot Xin Yong exploded on the spot, leaving no bones behind.

This scene caused a huge shock to the black tiger, its tiger mouth making continuous "ah-woo ah-woo" sounds, but it couldn't even stand up.

"I am listening... to you!"

Yan Chu muttered sarcastically and looked at the new notification that popped up.

【Killed an enemy Buddhist Grandmaster, very satisfying, EXP + 10000, Item Slot + 1】

"It actually dropped an Item Slot?"

An Item Slot, as the name suggests, can store items; it is equivalent to a portable space.

As Yan Chu silently recited "Claim," he immediately felt a change at his side, as if there was something like a box there, yet it was invisible and intangible.

He moved his mind, reached his hand in, and half of his arm disappeared from this world.

He probed with his Divine Sense and discovered that this space was about one zhang in size.

"Good stuff!"

With this Item Slot, he wouldn't have to worry about where to put his spoils of war.

He had already distributed the few famous weapons he had obtained previously to Su Zhirou and Han Yunlu, and also gave one each to Wang Ping and Liu Dayuan.

Not long ago, he had killed the Sect Master of the Cold Blade Sect, and his large saber was not simple; it was considered High Grade among famous sabers.

Yan Chu planned to find an opportunity to melt it down, add the broken sword to it, and re-forge the azure nether saber.

But that was a matter for later.

Now, naturally, it was time to boost his strength again!

【Cultivation: Seventh Realm Divine Illumination Late Stage】

【Cultivation Technique: Three Points Returning to Origin Qi (163310 / 200000)】

【Experience Points: 20000】

"Add all experience points to Three Points Returning to Origin Qi!"

As Yan Chu finished speaking, his experience points cleared to zero.

The Qi within his body surged rapidly, his True Qi like an ocean, with crashing waves hitting the shore.

At the same time, his Primordial Spirit shone brightly, the three colors converging, leaping out of his Niwan palace, covering a hundred zhang radius.

At this moment, he radiated intense pressure, and all living creatures within hundreds of meters fell silent; the black tiger lay on the ground, trembling.

At this time, Yan Chu faintly realized something, as if he was about to grasp it, but this feeling lasted only for an instant before slowly fading away.

"Whew..."

He let out a long breath, his eyes bright, understanding that it was the barrier belonging to the Celestial Phenomenon Realm.

He was not far from that step.

【Cultivation: Seventh Realm Divine Illumination Peak】

【Cultivation Technique: Three Points Returning to Origin Qi (183310 / 200000)】

"Good! Keep up the good work!"

If he killed two more Grandmasters, he would have enough experience to advance to Great Grandmaster.

Yan Chu smiled brightly.

Meanwhile, in the outside world, news of him consecutively slaying Grandmasters was spreading like the wind, shocking the world time and time again.