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Chapter 763 - 210: Invincible Spring God’s Fury, Blasting Nan Batian (10,000 Words Subscription Request)_4

Chapter 763: Chapter 210: Invincible Spring God’s Fury, Blasting Nan Batian (10,000 Words Subscription Request)_4

Ba Tian had already been attacking for so many rounds, it must have drained a lot of Gang Qi from Chen Jiusi. Maintaining such a state now was probably the last stretch of his strength.

This suited his own opportunity to make a decisive move, letting him know that there were still people in the world who could handle him.

Thinking this, Ba Tan coldly shouted, "Chen Jiusi, don’t think that just because you’ve cultivated some evil technique you’re invincible. Take this ’Wind Prison’!"

With a roar, the next moment, the entire space and atmosphere changed color, and, in an instant, he pushed a palm strike towards Chen Jie.

Following close, the tornado he was carrying in his palm flew out instantly.

After the tornado flew out, it began to grow as it met the wind and instantly turned into a cyclone three zhang high.

In an instant, it enveloped Chen Jie.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh...

The fierce wind instantly swept Chen Jie into the tornado. Chen Jie, momentarily stunned, threw a punch at the fierce wind. With a bang, Chen Jie’s punch failed to break through the tornado’s wind barrier.

Chen Jie’s eyebrows slightly furrowed.

He raised his hand and struck a series of Stone Breaking Hand techniques at the tornado, only to find that his hand felt like it was hitting steel, unable to shatter the fierce wind at all.

Chen Jie tried to use the Thunderbolt Step to escape the range of the fierce wind but found that the fierce wind had formed a wind wall, completely trapping him inside.

"Ha ha ha, Chen Jiusi, stop wasting your energy. This is a Wind Prison I’ve condensed using four Tai Sui Pills, equivalent to four of me simultaneously trapping you. You can’t possibly escape."

Ba Tan laughed heartily.

It was as if he had already defeated Chen Jie.

At this time, Nan Batian also stood up, clutching his chest. The battle just now almost knocked his internal organs out, but now he was in a very good mood.

He laughed loudly, "Ha ha ha, Chen Jiusi, stop struggling and just die obediently."

"You can’t seriously think you can beat us just because you’ve trained some evil technique. My Evaluation of you is just overestimating yourself!"

"Ha ha ha..."

Nan Batian laughed wildly, then looked at Ba Tan and asked, "Lord, what do we do next?"

Ba Tan smiled, "Heh, have you ever seen someone chopping stuffing for dumplings?"

Nan Batian was momentarily stunned, then a look of ecstasy appeared on his face, "Lord, I would like to see."

Ba Tan smiled, "Then watch closely."

After these words, Chen Jie suddenly found that the three zhang high fierce wind began to shrink, and at the same time, a terrifying sense of swords and blades swept out from within the wind.

At that moment, it was as if countless knives were slicing Chen Jie from within the tornado.

As Chen Jie stood there, feeling the wind cutting through him like knives and as the fierce wind shrank smaller and smaller, the pressure inside increased while the power of the blades grew stronger.

Even the visibility within the fierce wind grew lower and lower.

In the end, all they could see was a silhouette in the fierce wind.

Ba Tan said, "Once the fierce wind ends, Chen Jiusi will become a pile of minced meat."

A smile appeared on Nan Batian’s face, "Lord, this man dared to vie with you for the inheritance of Chang Chun Valley; he truly overestimated himself and deserves such a fate."

"It also serves as revenge for your subordinates; I thank you, Lord."

Nan Batian bowed to Ba Tan, who smiled, "Heh, it’s nothing, just stay focused on working for me from now on."

Hearing this, Nan Batian said, "Lord, you’ve avenged a deep vengeance for me. How could I not lay down my life for the Lord? But, Lord, after Chen Jiusi’s death, do you think the Mianshui Fishermen Guild could still be managed by me?"

Upon hearing this, Ba Tan looked at Nan Batian and said, "It’s possible."

"Thank you, Lord."

Nan Batian was immediately excited, determined to take back what he had lost sooner or later.

...

At this moment, on the third floor, Peng Yingyu looked at the rolling fierce wind and said, "This move is quite interesting, eh?"

"Hey, senior, aren’t you worried about your disciple?"

Peng Yingyu looked at the old Taoist, unable to restrain from asking, unexpectedly the old Taoist was not only unworried but even had the mood to hum a tune, "Eight hundred miles of Yellow Wind Ridge, once a rich land beyond the borders..."

Peng Yingyu, hearing the old Taoist sing this strange folk song, said, "Senior?"

The old Taoist then laughed, "What’s there to worry about? Do you really think the ultimate skills of my Chang Chun Valley are so frail? Just a mere Wind Prison, what’s it worth?"

"Back then, when Zhao Song besieged my Chang Chun Valley, I alone unleashed the Spring God’s Fury, withstood the leaders of the Four Great Sects and the persistent old men of the Zhao Song Imperial Family. We fought day and night, and in the end, two Sect leaders died directly, reducing these two sects to third-rate in Jianghu."

"And yet, under such circumstances, I was still able to escape, although the injuries were incurable. But me, one against five, could also take down two Sect leaders. Now, this young man unleashing Spring God’s Fury, only fighting two, if he can’t win, then it’s his incompetence."

Hearing this, Monk Peng said, "One against five, that’s strong?"

The old Taoist said, "Are you envious?"

Monk Peng laughed and said, "Not really, just find it interesting. I remember back in your day, your strength had just broken through the Dragon Realm and entered the Molten Furnace Realm right?"

The old Taoist said, "Yes."

"Were those five people attacking you all from the Molten Furnace Realm?"

The old Taoist replied, "Two from Molten Furnace, three from Dragon Realm, what about it?"

"And the ones you killed?"

The old Taoist said, "One from Molten Furnace, one from Dragon Realm."

Monk nodded gently, "Then this Chang Chun Skill is indeed powerful, no wonder you’re not worried about Jiusi’s safety."

The old Taoist said, "Of course."

With that, they again turned their attention to the mirror in the air, watching the battle on the second floor. The situation was still intense.

The Wind Prison had now shrunk to about one zhang, and Ba Tan’s face already showed a smile of victory.