Chapter 408: Inside and Outside the Tao

  Iron Arm!

  It's been only a few days since he arrived at Xiulou Village, and Mo Tong Tie Bi has been using his skills continuously, causing the Jiling Dan to be consumed in large quantities. But now, Zhuo Yifan can't care about that anymore. He starts like a tiger, his footsteps stirring up the stars, and under the pressure of Zhou Wu Bing's aura, his entire demeanor changes. A metallic glow flows out from both arms, reflecting off the lanterns in the wine tower and scattering shards of gold in all directions.

  "Is this also some kind of spiritual technique? Why does he have something that I don't..."

  Zhou Wu's eyes had never seen such a bizarre spiritual technique, and his desire to kill Zhuo Yifan grew more intense. His face was filled with sinister smiles as he quietly released his mental energy, and his fists charged forward with a fierce aura, as if nothing could stop them. Along with the release of his mental energy, countless illusory fist shadows swirled out.

  Boom! Boom! Boom! ... Every punch was a killer move, as heavy as a cannonball, and the fierce offensive of Zhou Wubing was like a mad beast.

  A surge of power came, and Zhuo Yifan had to concentrate his energy to retreat, and with the strengthened fist, he was simply asking for trouble. With the help of the magic pupil's dynamic vision, Zhuo Yifan's body moved sideways like a ghost, dodging the attack by about ten feet.

  Buzz!......

  Zhou Wu Bing's spiritual pressure finally stimulated the ring, and after a slight tremble, another strange movement was transmitted. The surrounding spiritual pressure and meditation power disappeared at the same time, and were absorbed by the ring in a strange way.

  Zhuo Yifan suddenly felt a sense of relief and smiled as he watched Zhou Wubing's fists come at him one after another.

  "Dodge! Let's see how long you can dodge!" Zhou Wubing threw a left hook, straight at Zhuo Yifan's temple. Even if it just grazed him, it would be enough to take his life. The move was ruthless and spared no effort.

  "Look who's dead."

  As soon as Zhuo Yifan's voice fell, a hint of ferocity flashed in his eyes, and Fengyingbu reached its peak, transforming into a residual shadow that suddenly disappeared.

  "Ghost image? No good!"

  As soon as he saw a punch miss, Zhou Wubing saw a string of leg shadows covering him from the side, and instantly gritted his teeth, amplifying the meditation power in his spiritual brain without reservation.

  Stardust Kick! Twelve Palaces Unite! Zhuo Yifan's eyes turned blood red, and he finally made his move to kill.

  Boom! An invisible impact collided with Zhuo Yifan, and in an instant, the two figures simultaneously flew backward.

  The tendon was apparently torn, and the severe pain that came with it made Zhuo Yifan unable to stand upright. His face turned pale from the pain, and he gritted his teeth to endure it.

  "Pffft!" Zhou Wubing spat out a mouthful of blood, his anger spreading throughout his body, the veins on his forehead bulging and twisting in a ferocious manner.

  "Why is it like this!" Zhou Wubing's eyes revealed a hint of coldness, and his heart surged with a chill. He never thought that Zhuo Yifan could be so strong without the help of Lan Ran and Le Shi.

  One move sent Zhou Hong flying, and also kicked his own ribs broken. Such a skill he couldn't even do, in other words, Zhuo Yifan's strength was even above his. But he still can't figure it out, how could a small body repair cancel out his spiritual pressure?

  This is really too bizarre!

  "Soul refinement is noble, but it's not the standard for measuring strength."Zhuo Yifan felt a bit dizzy and disoriented, he didn't expect Zhou Wubing to risk his own spiritual brain being destroyed in order to have a final showdown with him. What was even worse, he found that his vision had become dimmer.

  The aftereffect of consecutively casting Mystic Eyes is finally coming, which means that Cho Yifan will once again face the crisis of losing his sight.

  "Zhou Wu Bing, I hope you won't come to provoke me again. As I said, once I achieve my goal, I will leave on my own."

  He knew that leaving now would not fundamentally solve the problem. Zhou Wubing would still use his own power to recklessly harm himself and even Leishi Laner in Shura Village. Anyway, they had already made an enemy of the Zhou family, so it might as well be done by killing him.

  If Zhuo Yifan doesn't leave now, he's afraid that the one who will become a cold corpse is him. He has a burning anger in his heart and wants to kill all these people!

  But now is not the right time to take action.

  "You want to leave? I see, you're also badly hurt. Otherwise, you would have definitely killed me." Zhou Wubing's tone was cold, "Zhuo Yifan, did you think that when I invited you here, I wouldn't invite a master to preside over the situation? Although my father is in seclusion, it doesn't mean that there's no one in the Zhou family who can deal with you."

  "What do you want to do?" Zhuo Yifan's body flashed and came to the door of the wine tower, several Zhou family members immediately surrounded him and blocked the door, not letting him out. At this moment, he clearly felt the ring's vibration.

  The warning tremors emitted by the ring grew more intense with each heartbeat, fiercer than ever before!

  "Are you leaving just like that?" A gloomy voice came from behind, instantly making Zhuo Yifan's back feel chilly.

  Zhuo Yi Fan was taken aback, and slowly turned around, a man appeared in his line of sight.

  This was a middle-aged man in a brown robe, not wearing the beast skin clothes of Xiuluo Village. He was slender, with a triangular beard and an ordinary appearance. There wasn't even a hint of aura or spiritual power fluctuations on his body, yet he gave off an exceptionally strong feeling to Zhuo Yifan!

  What shocked Zhuo Yifan even more was that after just one glance at the man, he began to feel weak all over, his limbs numb, as if his acupoints had been blocked. And on the back of his hand, an almost imperceptible needle hole appeared, from which blood started to seep out.

  "What have you done to me?" Zhuo Yifan's heart chilled and knew that disaster was approaching, his face quickly turned cold.

  "You're now feeling dizzy and numb all over, weak in the body? Don't worry, this is just a type of anesthetic, it won't take your life for the time being. You were disrespectful to Wu Shao, I'm just giving you a little punishment." The Soul King smiled gloomily, his left hand flashing with a thread of light, and unexpectedly, it was a silver needle!

  "Soul King, I didn't think it would come to this and require your personal intervention. This person can be tormented by the Great Master at will, but for now, just don't kill him yet. I want him to suffer, to make his life worse than death!" Zhou Wubing said ruthlessly.

  "Heh heh, don't worry about this little martial artist. I've just developed a new poison that has killed many spirit beasts and poisonous slaves, what a pity. This person's body is strong and sturdy, with a good foundation in cultivation, I think he should be able to withstand my torture for a while. Absolutely won't kill him easily."

  The Soul King laughed without any reserve, while at this time, Zhou Wubing, who was beaten to the point of being unable to move, also stood up again with the support of two attendants, his eyes shining with cold light: "Since the Soul King says so, I am naturally at ease."

  Two people were laughing and joking, Zhou Wubing stepped closer to Zhuo Yifan step by step, his hands fiercely pinched towards Zhuo Yifan's cheek, "You little brat, aren't you very arrogant? Speak up!"

  "You actually poisoned me, how despicable......" Zhuo Yifan felt like he was going to collapse.

  "Slap!" Zhou Wubing slapped him: "How dare you! You actually said that Lord Ben is despicable. You stinky brat, you've offended someone you shouldn't have, and now you should die!"

  "Wu Shao Ling has a brain concussion, it's not easy to get angry, so rest first. This child, I'll take care of him." The Soul King's eyes were filled with excitement, his nose twitching like a dog as he sniffed Wu Yifan's scent, nauseatingly praising: "What a wonderful body...I wonder how many days this poisonous slave can withstand my new invention?"

  Zhou Wubing saw the appearance of Wanghun, and he was already used to it. A cold smile flashed at the corner of his mouth, as if he had already seen the scene where Zhuo Yifan was humiliated by Wanghun! Any arrogance under Wanghun's poison is useless!

  "Wu Shao, this cup of wine..." Zhou Hong presented the poisoned wine with utmost excitement.

  "Trash!"

  The Wine King saw this cup of wine and suddenly got angry, with a flick of his sleeve he knocked over the wine glass, then took out a small paper package from his bosom: "This kid's body is more robust than you think, this little bit of diluted Soul Devouring Powder is useless, if we're going to use it, let's use my specially made enhanced Soul Devouring Powder!"

  "Ah, I'm here! I've long wanted to teach this arrogant fool a lesson!" Zhou Qing snatched the medicine powder and hastily pried open Zhuo Yifan's mouth, pouring the Soul-Devouring Powder in. In her heart, she coldly sneered: You dared to snatch my Du'er from me? I'll make you wish you were dead!