Chapter 54

"Dragon Seizing Hand, I remember this ultimate technique is unique to the Dragon Subduing Temple, right?"

The hope in Shen Quan's eyes had completely faded, not a trace remained.

—Since it is the power of dragon seizing, no matter what kind of grand and powerful technique Zhuang Wudao would follow up with, he would not be surprised.

At this moment, he only wanted to figure out why Zhuang Wudao's pseudo-mystical technique could be the Dragon Seizing Force.

The Dragon Seizing Force originates from the Dragon Seizing Hand, a Buddhist tradition, and is the main technique of the Dragon Subduing Temple in the northwest. After the first level, one can have the power to seize dragons and capture tigers. It is a martial art that all practitioners of spirit techniques, archery, and spirit weapons fear. At its peak, it is said that one can seize a person from hundreds of miles away and kill them, and can also capture spirit weapons and magical treasures, forcibly taking them. It cultivates both internal and external strength, a true top-notch technique! Anyone who can cultivate it is undoubtedly one of the most outstanding figures in the world.

"It's not the Dragon Seizing Hand, but rather the Dragon Subduing Tiger Taming technique!"

Gu Yueming shook his head slightly, his eyes unclear. He had already understood a few things and roughly knew the reason.

The so-called Dragon Subduing Tiger Taming Fist is a technique that predecessors imitated from the Dragon Seizing Hand and combined with the Tiger Form Fist.

However, Zhuang Wudao's insight and understanding of the Dragon Seizing Force is truly surprising. From now on, no cultivator in the world would be able to use spirit techniques in front of Zhuang Wudao with ease.

"Dragon Subduing Tiger Taming?"

Shen Quan frowned, still puzzled: "There are many people in the world who practice this Dragon Subduing Tiger Taming Fist, and there are no shortage of those who have condensed mystical techniques from it. I have never heard of anyone cultivating the Dragon Seizing Force."

"This is not the true Dragon Seizing Force. You forgot that Zhuang Wudao also has the Bull Demon Yuanba Body at the first level? If the capturing force is insufficient, he can make up for it with magnetic energy. In terms of capturing power, it might even surpass the true Dragon Seizing Hand. Being able to integrate and combine without being bound by convention—"

Gu Yueming stopped halfway through his words, his gaze once again drawn to the situation a hundred feet away.

Mr. Mo Da, who had been captured by the force, did not sit and wait for death. Instead, he bit his tongue hard and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Struggling with all his might, he forcibly freed his hands from the capturing force. Holding the seals with both hands, he roared loudly.

Immediately, millions of fire butterflies rose and swarmed forward, converging toward Zhuang Wudao in the fire cloud.

At this moment, a wind howl suddenly sounded, like a dragon's cry or a tiger's roar.

Mr. Mo Da's eyes widened, and then he saw a pair of iron fists fiercely pierce through the fire cloud.

The momentum was like a dragon soaring in the sky and a tiger pouncing on its prey. The fire butterflies were shattered, and then the fists directly struck his chest.

Mr. Mo Da felt a shock throughout his body, from his chest to his extremities, trembling uncontrollably. Then he lost all strength and fell sharply. His thoughts gradually faded, and his vision turned black.

Only one last thought remained: Could it be that he, Mo Yunkuang, the famous Mr. Mo Da of North City, was already dead?

At this moment, within a twenty-foot radius, all the broken bricks, scattered tiles, weapons, armor, and corpses were instantly shattered into powder by the surging force!

Only Mr. Mo Da remained intact, with no signs of injury.

However, everyone present clearly understood that the person lying on the ground had his bones and flesh inside thoroughly shattered by Zhuang Wudao's fist. It was possible that he had turned into minced meat.

With the nearly thirty thousand pounds of explosive force, how could he possibly be unscathed?

At this moment, Zhuang Wudao also walked out of the fire cloud unscathed. Without Mr. Mo Da's control, the red fire butterflies were just ordinary flames, easily dispelled.

What he was most concerned about at this moment was Feng San. This person was also a discerning individual who had already retreated with Mr. Mo Da when Zhuang Wudao opened his pseudo-spirit orifice. At this moment, he was already a hundred feet away.

However, when Mr. Mo Da was captured and killed by Zhuang Wudao's Dragon Seizing Force, Feng San knew there was no hope of escape. He stopped at a distance of 120 feet, his face pale, watching Zhuang Wudao approach step by step. His steps were steady and powerful, unhurried, full of confidence.

Feng San subconsciously opened his mouth, wanting to say something but couldn't. He felt that the sound of Zhuang Wudao's footsteps was like a drumbeat, pounding in his heart.

"Feng San, I know you were forced, and I don't blame you! However, you know the rules of Yue City. Now that it has come to this, there is no way I can let you go. But if you are willing to take your own life and give me an explanation, I won't completely destroy you."

The rules of Yue City are that there are no rules; one must be ruthless and decisive. If he let Feng San go today, all kinds of people would come to bully him in the future.

Although it is said that misfortune does not extend to one's family, since the Iron Knife Society dared to set up an ambush today, any retaliation from Zhuang Wudao would be justified. Even if he exterminated Feng San's entire family, it would be considered reasonable in the eyes of the people of Yue City.

However, Zhuang Wudao was in a good mood at this moment, his mind unobstructed, and he didn't mind leaving some trouble behind.

Feng San was silent, his eyes flickering, and finally, he laughed bitterly.

"Whether I die at the hands of the North Hall family's retainer or at your hands, what difference does it make? I only hope that Brother Mad Tiger will keep his word!"

Before he finished speaking, Feng San suddenly drew his sword and slashed his neck. A spray of blood immediately gushed out, splattering three feet away. A moment later, it continued to spurt.

Feng San's body still stood, his eyes wide open, but he did not look at Zhuang Wudao. Instead, he looked at the Cloud Watching Pavilion.

Zhuang Wudao could ensure that his family would leave the city unscathed, but only the Gu Yue family could ensure that his family would not fall into destitution.

Zhuang Wudao's eyebrows twitched, and then his expression returned to normal. He felt a sense of sorrow for the loss of a fellow, as he and Feng San were both pawns in others' hands.

He was just lucky to have survived and had the chance to escape Yue City.

He glanced at Hu Li, but had no interest in dealing with him, and his eyes also turned to the Cloud Watching Pavilion.

He didn't know who was there, but he could guess that there were one or two important figures in the pavilion, watching the battle from a distance.

After a moment, Zhuang Wudao couldn't help but sneer. "An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. I, Zhuang Wudao, will remember this!"

With a kick of his right foot, a stone brick flew into the air. Zhuang Wudao casually slapped it, and the stone brick flew a hundred feet, striking Hu Li, who was quietly retreating. His bones broke and his flesh shattered, and with a "crack," Hu Li fell ten feet away, lifeless.

Zhuang Wudao didn't bother with the other survivors in the alley. They were just the Iron Knife Society and Thunder Dragon Gang's minions. If he killed them today, Shen Quan would likely find a new batch in a few days. It was endless and futile.

However, in his mind, he heard Yun'er's voice reminding him: "Look at that person, he has a Void Ring, which could be useful to you."

"Void Ring?"

Zhuang Wudao was surprised. He had long heard of the Void Ring, a spirit tool that could create a void space for storage. It was extremely convenient and could be carried on one's person.

It was a specialized tool for cultivators, much rarer than ordinary spirit tools, with a value difference of nearly ten times. Only a Foundation Establishment realm alchemist could refine it.

Zhuang Wudao didn't know who Yun'er was referring to, but his gaze soon found the body of Mr. Mo Da, who was lying on the ground.

Strangely, everything within twenty feet of his body had been reduced to powder. Even his clothes had been scattered by the wind, revealing his muscular body. Yet the black ring on his finger was unscathed.

From a distance of ten feet, Zhuang Wudao used the Dragon Seizing Force to draw the ring into his hand and carefully examined it.

Without using his pseudo-mystical technique, the capturing force from the Dragon Subduing Tiger Taming Fist was minimal, only able to capture such a small object.

He was initially excited, but upon closer inspection, he felt disappointed. The ring on Mr. Mo Da's hand was only a first-level Void Ring. The internal space was less than half a bucket. It contained only a few pills, a stack of talismans, and two books.

There was also a flaw on the ring, possibly a defective product from a failed refinement by an alchemist, which Mr. Mo Da had obtained.

Zhuang Wudao wanted to examine the pills and talismans more closely, but at this moment, he felt a dizziness in his head, and his consciousness began to fade.

He was puzzled. His injuries were actually very minor, and although his strength was exhausted, he was far from being at the end of his rope.

After much thought, he realized that the iron arrow from Feng San must have been laced with a powerful poison!

Because his injuries were minor and he had the Bull Demon Yuanba Body to suppress it, the poison had not spread immediately.

The heat from the Fire Butterfly technique had triggered the poison, and after he relaxed and dissipated his force, the poison spread without restraint.

Feng San truly deserved to die!

Zhuang Wudao felt a bit regretful for agreeing to spare Feng San's family.

The poison, when it entered the body, showed no signs of abnormality and could have come from anywhere.

At this moment, he could no longer speak, feeling a deep unease. However, he heard the sound of整齐的脚步声和兵器甲片的撞击声轰然传来，迅速靠近。耳边隐约听到秦锋和马原几个兄弟的呼喊声。

Zhuang Wudao's tense mind instantly relaxed, knowing that his life was probably safe. His poisoning was very minor, and he had the Bull Demon Yuanba Body to suppress it. As long as he took the detoxifying medicine in time, even if it wasn't the right one, he would be fine.

Thus, he could no longer hold on, his body went limp, and he fell backward. But he felt a gust of wind and a fragrant scent, and he found himself in a warm, soft embrace.

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