Cultivation Begins with Skill Points
Chapter 337 - 336: Come! Come! Come!

Chapter 337: Chapter 336: Come! Come! Come!

"Infinite physical strength, Dragon Elephant Prison."

Zhong Lin unleashed a punch, and the mountains and rivers around the Heaven Pavilion echoed with a roar. The void behind him exploded into chaos, an endless momentum erupting forth, shaking the entire Heaven Pavilion with terrifying waves.

"Ah!"

Zhang Shaorong screamed frantically the moment the punch was launched.

He never expected that Zhong Lin, who was clearly only at the Yunling Realm, could be so powerful. Just one move made him feel a terrifying sense of life and death.

"How is this possible? Clearly, this is a Transcendent Realm cultivation, and I have already achieved the Xuandan Realm; this is impossible."

Thousands of thoughts spun in Zhang Shaorong’s mind, but Zhong Lin’s fist fell without hesitation.

Rumble!

The punch showed no sign of stopping, as fierce as an entire mountain range collapsing down.

Boom!

In a deafening explosion, a force of pure power suddenly erupted.

It poured down like a heavenly river, instantly filling the space within over a hundred miles, violently sweeping through, raging wildly like the most furious, terrifying storm capable of easily obliterating everything in the world.

The hundreds of feet high mountain peak beneath was instantly crushed under Zhong Lin’s terrifying Fist Intent, innumerable pieces of earth swept away by the gale into the tiniest particles, disappearing between heaven and earth.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Zhang Shaorong’s expression changed wildly as a wave of fear surged through his heart, his Spiritual Body showing signs of breaking under that fist, cracks appearing.

"Zhong Lin."

With utter hatred, Zhang Shaorong roared angrily, suddenly leaping frantically from the chaotic void, fleeing in panic.

He could feel that even though he had achieved Xuandan, Zhong Lin’s immensely powerful strength left him without even the courage to fight.

"Trying to run?"

Zhong Lin stepped forward, his body directly leaping into the void, wrapped in sword light like a Flying Sword breaking through the air, directly chasing Zhang Shaorong.

Long Zhao raised his head, looking at his own brother-like deity with unbounded fervor flooding his heart.

This is my brother, defying the Xuandan Realm with the Transcendent Realm, killing Xuandan realm Great Abilities, making them flee like pigs running wild.

He glanced at the ruins beside him and the wailing crowd in the rubble, including that always arrogant Jing City Pill Master.

"You... what are you going to do? Spare me, spare me!"

The Jing City Pill Master looked in terror at Long Zhao, who kept advancing towards him, dragging his already broken legs, crawling backward just to get away.

"Earth Emperor Pearl, two million Spirit Stones, you’re quite wealthy! Weren’t you very arrogant? Didn’t you say you’d rather be a dog than receive? Why not stop running then?"

Long Zhao advanced step by step, not fast but each step landed on the wildly thumping heart of the Jing City Pill Master, an invisible pressure constantly looming over him, making him feel so heavy he could almost spit blood.

"I’ll give it to you; I’ll give it all to you; just spare my life."

The Jing City Pill Master, in terror, took off the Storage Bracelet from his wrist, then took out all the Spirit Stones and Spirit Pills, including the Earth Emperor Pearl from the auction.

"Fool, even if I kill you, it’s all mine."

"No..."

With a casual slap from Long Zhao, the head of the Jing City Pill Master exploded like a watermelon, red and white splattering all over the ground.

Thus fell a Sixth Grade Alchemist.

He picked up the Storage Bracelet from the Jing City Pill Master, counting a little with a fully satisfied look on his face.

He surveyed the surroundings, looking at the fleeing Heaven Pavilion disciples, Long Zhao licked his lips, eyes full of excitement.

Determining the direction, he headed straight for the treasure trove of the Heaven Pavilion.

Sect Master Zhang Shaorong had fled, and the remaining people weren’t his match, armed with the Mystical Artifact Mystic Sky Stick, even half a Xuandan grade Martial Artist was no match for him. At this time, the Heaven Pavilion posed no defense to him, like a mouse falling into a rice jar.

On the other side.

Zhang Shaorong, fleeing madly, with Zhong Lin closely pursuing him, his robust Qi-Blood rising to the sky, it was unknown how many Martial Artists on New Moon Island were alerted.

"Is that... Zhang Shaorong of the Heaven Pavilion, hissing! How is this possible?"

A Martial Artist, disturbed by the violent battle momentum, flew into the void to check but was astounded when he saw the fleeing Zhang Shaorong. He rubbed his eyes with disbelief all over his face.

"The Pavilion Master of Heaven Pavilion was of Xuandan Realm cultivation, who is it that makes him so miserable?"

"I know him, that’s the Spirit Miao Pavilion’s Pill Master Zhong; this... this is unbelievable."

Someone recognized Zhong Lin’s identity, knowing his status as a Pill Master.

"Yunling Realm defying Xuandan Realm, hissing! Could this Zhong Pill Master be a Holy Land disciple?"

In the knowledge of the Martial Artists, only a Holy Land disciple had the ability to challenge beyond their level, Zhong Lin using Yunling Realm cultivation to hunt down Zhang Shaorong, such a feat only a Holy Land disciple could achieve.

In an instant, the Martial Artists’ eyes on Zhong Lin instantly changed, full of awe.

Even those who wanted to take advantage of the chaos extinguished their covetous intentions, after all, he was a Holy Land disciple.

In the hearts of many Martial Artists on New Moon Island, the Holy Land is an untouchable existence; only they could possess such a strength.

"Zhong Lin, do you truly intend to eradicate me completely?"

At this moment, there was no trace of his usual arrogance on Zhang Shaorong’s face, his complexion pale, breathing chaotic, and clothes already tattered, truly pitiful.

At this time, his eyes were filled with endless anger and hatred, along with imperceptible fear, loudly roaring at Zhong Lin behind him.

As he spoke, a shield suddenly appeared in his hand, wholly red, engraved with tiger patterns. The front bore the image of a fierce tiger, roaring skyward under the enhancement of Spiritual Origin, seemingly alive.

"If I can’t live, then you must die too."

Zhang Shaorong’s eyes bulged, suddenly turning around, then without hesitation charging towards Zhong Lin.

Boom! Rumble!

Among the streaming lights, Zhang Shaorong held the Fierce Tiger Shield, squeezing through layers of void, crashing fiercely.

This shield used no other attacks, just simple collisions and trampling.

Although the Fierce Tiger Shield was large, its speed was exceptionally fast and its power vast. The momentum of this collision seemed like the heaven and earth, the universe’s ark, that no attack could withstand.

Whether you’re human, a monster, at the Transcendent Realm, or the Xuandan Realm...

All are crashed to death!

All are shattered!

Crushed and extinguished!

A thousand methods, ten thousand powers, at this moment condensed into one Conception, one method.

"I’ll crash you to death."

Such a dominance, such imperiousness.

Zhong Lin’s eyes brightened, somewhat surprised watching Zhang Shaorong.

"I didn’t expect that the seemingly weak you could comprehend such a domineering Conception on a shield, it’s indeed unwise to underestimate anyone."

"Unfortunately, you met me, come! Come! Come!"

Zhong Lin’s face remained indifferent and ruthless, despite this force being stronger than he imagined, he showed no fear.

Lights of acupoints lit up all over, his hands continuously trembled, his arms rising like dragons, striking towards the Fierce Tiger Shield.