Campus Beauty's Peerless Master

The person in the middle wore a purple robe, and his snow-white hair hung down to his back, fluttering along with the wind. His face was proud, but his eyes were as deep as the ocean, and his body emitted a faint milky white light.    

On his left and right were two bald monks. Both of them had golden skin and looked like they were cast out of pure gold.    

Seeing them appear, Hu Minglie shouted anxiously at the monk on the right, "Master Bitter Misery, save me!"    

The second prince shouted at another monk the next week, "Zen Master Sading, save me, save me!"    

Master Bitter Misery Master, Zen Master Sading, these two esteemed monks were definitely legendary figures in the Federation. One of them came from the Hanging Temple of the legends, and the other came from an even more mysterious Salar Palace.    

Hanging Temple did not belong to any force, and, in fact, did not belong to this world.    

However, the people who walked out were distinguished guests of the Congress and Judgment Station. There were even many people with status and status in the Federation who were honorary disciples, with extraordinary identities.    

Their appearance caused Zhang Yang to be slightly surprised, and he immediately cast his gaze towards the middle-aged man in the middle.    

The monk with a compassionate expression on the left side stepped forward, placed his hands together, and slowly said, "Put down the butcher knife and turn the ground into Buddha. Little friend, please let them go."    

"Hanging Temple's bald donkey?"    

Saying that, Zhang Yang glanced at the other monk who was about to fall asleep and sneered, "From the Wu Steel Palace?"    

"I am Sading!"    

The monks of Salar Palace were different from the ordinary monks. They did not chant Buddhist scriptures and were not called "benefactors", just like the ordinary people.    

"Hahahaha!"    

Zhang Yang suddenly laughed arrogantly, "What? The bald donkeys of the forty-nine realms also intervened. Didn't you bunch of bald donkeys never go through with worldly affairs? "    

"I don't do worldly matters. I only train in karma."    

"So you're saying that all of you are already involved in the Light of Immortality matter?"    

"This is the cause of death, this is fate. Little friend, you should understand."    

"Causality?" "Fate?"    

Zhang Yang laughed towards the sky, but his laughter suddenly stopped. "When did Wu Steel Palace and Hanging Mountain become Zhan Taixuan's dog legs, f * ck you! This daddy will kill you today, who can do anything to me! "    

With that, he raised his arm, and the Life-death Monument appeared. Crack crack crack crack crack. The second week, all of their consciousness was shattered in an instant, turning into a humanoid stone sculpture. It looked like a human tombstone.    

"How dare you be disrespectful to my master! You will be reincarnated for tens of thousands of years!"    

The one who opened his mouth to drink was the middle-aged man who had never spoken. Since his appearance, he did not even look at Zhang Yang. He slightly raised his head with a haughty expression.    

"And who are you!"    

"Humph!" The middle-aged man looked down on Zhang Yang with disdain, "You don't have the qualifications to know my identity. Bitterness, Sading, I order you two to take this man down. You dare disgrace my lord, you deserve to die a thousand times!"    

"Little friend, how dare you be disrespectful to Upper Master Zhan Tai. Today, I don't care if you think about my Hanging Temple back or not."    

Grief and sorrow filled Master Grief's face. He clasped his hands together and a golden ray of light shot towards Zhang Yang.    

The golden light resembled a sharp spear that seemed to be able to pierce through the world. The torn space had turned into a scarlet golden color, stirring up violent killing intent.    

"Ha ha-ha, it's the end of the golden lance. What a good bald donkey and the end of the golden lance."    

Zhang Yang laughed very arrogantly, but his speed was as fast as lightning. With a "peng" sound, he actually grabbed the incoming golden light.    

"Bald ass, you speak so mercifully, yet your mental skills are ruthless and malicious. Your attack is the doomsday for all of Hanging Temple. You truly deserve to be Zhan Taixuan's lackey!"    

"You …"    

This time, Master Bitter Grief's expression really changed. He never thought that Zhang Yang would recognize his secret technique. What was even more unexpected was that he could use a method that he couldn't understand to capture the golden light.    

Just as he said this word, his palm suddenly trembled. The golden light instantly entered into a berserk state, causing his palm to go numb. He had actually lost control of it.    

Zhang Yang held the golden light in his hand. The golden light that appeared was like a golden spear. However, in Zhang Yang's hand, there was an endless amount of explosive killing intent that seemed to be able to shake the heaven and earth.    

Although the golden battle spear didn't pierce through, and was only pointed at Bitter Grief from a distance, it displayed an incomparably terrifying side.    

"Ah …"    

Master Bitter Grief cried out loud. He spat out a mouthful of blood and his heart was pierced through. A formless killing intent split open a fist-sized hole in his chest. The front and back was bright and his heart was broken.    

Blood was gushing everywhere, staining the sky red.    

This was the legendary killing intent.    

There was no need for him to truly attack. As long as he had enough killing intent, he could completely penetrate all defenses and destroy all enemies.    

"Evil creature!"    

On the other side, when Zen Master Sading saw this scene, his expression immediately changed. His wide sleeves waved and a golden figure over ten meters tall appeared behind him. It was like a golden Buddha pressing towards Zhang Yang.    

"Acalanātha Inferno!"    

Zhang Yang laughed sinisterly, his hands emitting a golden light as he stood on the ground. He suddenly trembled, but the Buddhist secret technique was filled with endless killing intent.    

"Boom!"    

In the surrounding space, it instantly collapsed into a piece of broken nothingness. It was unknown how many years Zhang Yang had nurtured the Evil Qi, but it had turned into a killing intent that pushed forward like the tides.    

Puff.    

Blood splattered. Zen Master Sading let out a loud scream. His hand covered his throat as the Immoveable Bright King's giant buddhist seal immediately dimmed. It only lasted for a breath before it vanished into thin air.    

The wound on his neck was still bright from the front and back, and blood was still gushing out from it.    

"Bald ass, there's nothing you can do, but you're f * cking giving out to someone else. No one can do it to you. You guys give it to that bitch from Zhantai, and I'll give it to your grandpa!"    

Flinging the golden pillar of light towards the sky, Zhang Yang clenched his fists and the two bodies fell to the ground uncontrollably with two whooshing sounds.    

"Lock!"    

Suddenly, a solemn voice sounded. The middle-aged man who had been standing proudly all this time made his move. His hand released a large amount of sacred light that swept towards Zhang Yang.    

At the same time, crashing sounds rang out and tens of thousands of huge chains shook. Every single chain was like the roar of a divine dragon. It suddenly appeared in the empty space, crazily dancing and winding towards Zhang Yang.    

The invisible chain wanted to detain Zhang Yang.    

The middle-aged man's technique could be said to be extremely rare, to the point that it could no longer be described as a secret technique. It was a legendary technique of order!    

The tens of millions of chains could not see the end. They dropped down from the sky and engulfed Zhang Yang in an instant. They did not bind him or bind him, but they were truly annihilating him.    

This type of strength was vast and terrifying, seeming as if it could truly annihilate someone and become formless.    

"Destroy!"    

The middle-aged man shouted loudly. Both of his hands violently trembled in the air, and the endless giant chains in the air all clattered together. They fiercely shook about, making people's souls tremble.    

The surrounding people were all overwhelmed with fear. This type of power was truly too terrifying. They had never heard of it before, but it was actually able to kill the Infernal King that no one could stop.    

In fact, she had seen this middle-aged man once before, but only once. In the entire federation, there were only a few people who knew him, and no one dared to disrespect him even if they knew his identity.    

Because he was Divine Envoy, and he represented Zhan Taixuan!    

The invisible chain was clearly a type of Order Skill. Although it was not a real Causal Order Skill, it was still not something that anyone could defend against.    

What about him?    

In front of Zhan Taixuan, in front of the only god in the world, what would happen?!    

"Humph!" Evil creature, do you really think that no one can take you in this world? "If you dare to disgrace my Lord, I will destroy your mind, and cause you to be exterminated by the cycle of Karma!"    

The middle-aged man proudly stood there with a sneer on his face. He looked at the countless chains that were covering Zhang Yang and the endless milky-white rays of light wrapped around his body. It was as if he was truly imprisoned by a powerful force that was tearing his consciousness apart.    

"Hahahaha!" A despicable secret skill that can't even be considered an Order skill dares to take my consciousness? "    

A wild and unrelenting laughter sounded out. At this moment, a majestic wave of energy swept through the world, shaking the mountains and rivers. A monstrous killing intent erupted from Zhang Yang's thin body.    

The countless invisible chains in the air all shattered!    

"Ga beng beng …"    

As if they were real, the sky was filled with shattered chains, which then turned into rays of white light as they crumbled.    

"Boom!"    

Zhang Yang's killing intent soared to the heavens and shattered all the white clouds. In an instant, he regained his clarity and all his power disappeared.    

"Even if the heaven and earth were to collapse and the starry sky were to collapse, no one in this world would be able to destroy me. So what if that bitch of Zhan Taixuan came!"    

Zhang Yang strode forward, Dark Light flashing in his eyes, his clothes fluttering in the wind, his long black hair crazily dancing in the wind. He stared at the middle-aged man, simply and directly throwing out a punch, "You're Zhan Taixuan's dog shit Divine Envoy?"    

This scene deeply shocked everyone!    

He had used his physical body and killing intent to forcefully break that terrifying restriction and annihilation.    

Not only the others, even the injured Zhang Yang who had fallen to the ground did not show any signs of shock. The miserable and miserable Sading also turned pale with fright as they looked at Zhang Yang in disbelief.    

No one understood more than they did what the middle-aged man's endless chains represented. That was karma, that was destiny, that was reincarnation!    

"You!"    

A mouthful of blood sprayed out.    

"Alright!"    

Another mouthful of blood sprayed out.    

"Grow!"    

"YES!"    

"How dare you!"    

With every word he said, the middle-aged man coughed out a mouthful of blood and his body couldn't help but tremble. Just now, the formless chain had shattered and he was surrounded by an endless amount of killing intent.    

Zhang Yang's hair danced crazily in the air. He gripped the void and grabbed onto Ye Zichen's neck with a swoosh, "I have always been this cocky, what do you think!"    

"I am …"    

In response to his solid handprint, the middle-aged man felt as if his face had been ruthlessly struck by a shovel, and his body was sent flying out of his control for several meters.    

He could no longer feel any pain. The half of his face that had been slapped had become completely numb. With a "pu" sound, he spat out a few teeth mixed with fresh blood.    

The surroundings were deathly still, but the echo of that slap still lingered in the air.    

No one dared to believe that they were not dreaming. Gu Miaoshan's mouth was wide open and her eyes were like a fish being stared at. She was completely shocked because she knew the true identity of this middle-aged man.    

And now, that guy actually sent him flying with a slap. This wasn't a slap, this was a provocation towards Zhan Taixuan, the only god under the starry sky.    

But to others, this slap was too terrifying. Everyone felt as if their faces had been ruthlessly slapped. It was so loud, so clear, and so shocking!    

Master Bitter Bitter Misery Master and Sading looked at him in disbelief. They wanted to stop him, but they were enveloped by an extremely terrifying killing intent. It was difficult for them to take even a single step, and they couldn't even open their mouths.    

This killing intent was too strange, even they had never heard of it before.    

The middle-aged man shook his dizzy head and subconsciously got up. He was even a bit confused, so confused that he forgot his anger. But he was not stupid, he felt a fatal danger.    

At this moment, he was afraid. He was no longer in the same proud position as before. The left side of his face was swollen and deformed. He could even feel the blood flowing out of his ears.    

"You can't …"    

He wanted to reveal his identity to intimidate Zhang Yang, but Zhang Yang made a move.    

With a single step, it was as if the distance between the two parties of over ten meters did not exist. They had already arrived in front of him, and there was not a single trace of detection, not even a trace of hesitation, and even the middle-aged man did not even manage to utter a fourth word.    

Then, another resounding slap, like a bolt of lightning.    

The arrogant middle-aged man didn't even have the slightest chance of dodging.    

Another fiery slap followed.    

After that, there were more than thirty resounding slaps in succession.    

The entire audience was silent.