Shennong Dao Master
Chapter 78 - 73: Cloud Method Dao, I Alone am Supreme! (Third Update) _2

Chapter 78: Chapter 73: Cloud Method Dao, I Alone am Supreme! (Third Update) _2

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Cao Qiushui’s defeat shocked everyone.

"What, Cao Family’s child actually lost?!"

"Who, who defeated him?"

"Cao Qiushui was already at Gathering Essence Ninth Rank, is there someone stronger than him? Why didn’t they appear last night?"

"Cao Laosan knows three mid-level spells, all with the power of four or five transitions, which is already very rare. Ordinary Gathering Essence Ninth Rank martial artists wouldn’t dare to resist head-on, and he still lost?"

"Is there someone with spells even higher in level than him?"

The night was filled with countless exclamations of surprise.

But everything happened too quickly, from the opening of the temple gate, golden light emerging.

To martial artists being thrown into the air and then falling to the ground, only within three breaths of time.

And Zhao Xing and Cao Qiushui, from dealing with their respective opponents to a confrontation yielding results.

The process was no more than ten breaths of time.

During that time, because of the flowing attacks between the two, resulting in countless thunder and lightning, no one dared to rise into the air to seize the incense.

Gathering Essence Ninth Rank Minister of Agriculture was no pushover, Cao Qiushui matched evenly with another, those were two Gathering Essence Ninth Ranks competing for the benefit of Heavenly Time, who dared to receive Heavenly Thunder?

Mid-level spells were no joke!

With Cao Qiushui’s performance last night, everyone was waiting for him to win and then send someone to take away two sticks of incense, which matched his group’s strength. If someone wanted more, then others would intervene.

But no one expected that Cao Qiushui would actually lose, and lose to another unknown Minister of Agriculture.

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"Cao Family descendants still have some skills." Seeing Cao Qiushui retreat decisively, Zhao Xing secretly thought.

Being able to withstand Nine Revolutions Yin Wind and retreat unscathed, realizing he couldn’t force a victory, was commendable.

Knowing the situation was a mark of intelligence, not to mention Cao Qiushui made an effective counterattack in his hands.

It was a pity he met him.

"Zhao Xing, you, you actually beat Cao Qiushui?" Mr. Zong was extremely shocked.

At this moment, Zhao Xing’s cloud had already completely covered Heavenly Altar Square, lightning cultivated within the clouds, waiting to be unleashed, exuding a terrifying power.

Strong winds blew fiercely, lightning densely distributed, warning everyone in the square not to act rashly.

"By luck, by luck." Zhao Xing offhandedly said, "Mr. Zong, how many incense sticks did you plan to take?"

"Two sticks of incense." Uncle Cang replied, "At least sending two people into the temple."

"I’ll help you seize these two sticks of incense, two hundred taels cleared. Will you agree?" Zhao Xing looked toward Zong Shichang.

"Absolutely, absolutely yes!" Zong Shichang slapped his thigh, "Quickly, quickly, Uncle Cang, Uncle Hu, jump up and grab the two sticks of incense!"

"Wait, get four sticks of incense." Zhao Xing said calmly, "I’ll take one for myself, give you one more, five hundred taels deal?"

"Deal!" Zong Shichang immediately said, "But can it be done?"

There were only seven sticks of incense left, and so many people were eyeing them. Could they grab four sticks of incense all at once without being besieged?

"Whether it works or not, we’ll know after trying."

Zhao Xing waved his hand, his voice carried by the wind, "I and Mr. Zong will take four sticks of incense, the remaining three sticks, you all split them."

"My words are done, who agrees? Who objects?"

The voice was calm, but revealed a strong confidence.

Beside him, Zong Shichang looked at Zhao Xing’s back, wishing he could rush up and kiss him.

Zhao Xing was too generous, showing off while taking him along.

Zong Shichang had never felt that these few hundred taels could be spent so well!

Invigorating, invigorating indeed!

"Right, right, right, who dares to disagree?!" Zong Shichang also shouted at the top of his voice.

Unfortunately, he wouldn’t remember this after leaving the mountain, otherwise he could brag about it for a year!

We, Mr. Zhao and I, killed wildly in Heavenly Altar Square! Outpowered everyone!

"Who are you, daring to claim four sticks of incense?!" In the dark, someone sneered, "Zong Shichang is just waste, the three experts he hired are only Gathering Essence Eighth Rank."

"Your Cloud Skill is indeed good, but if we all rush forward, can you still stand your ground?"

Someone questioned Zhao Xing’s strength, because Cloud Skill wasn’t very lethal, at most it was supportive.

Cao Qiushui’s Cloud Skill and Crack Earth Technique were both mid-level with four or five transitions, greatly suppressing martial artists, but still only suppressing.

In the end, it required cooperation with the warriors in his team to utilize the team’s strength, yet he only dared to ask for two sticks of incense.

Who are you to dare ask for four sticks of incense?

"Boom!"

Zhao Xing pointed, and a thunderbolt immediately descended from the clouds in the sky, straight toward the source of the voice.

Mid-level spell, Seven-Transformation Thunder Summoning!

The person who just spoke let out a miserable cry, his body charred black, falling to the ground unable to move.

In the flash of lightning and roll of thunder, everyone saw his miserable state.

Zhao Xing directly answered the challenge with a spell!

Unfortunately, the cost of this challenge was heavy, as the person immediately lost his combat ability.

Zhao Xing demonstrated through actions that he was not Cao Qiushui; he was even stronger!

Cao Qiushui’s spells were more supportive, whereas Zhao Xing not only possessed offensive spells but also had higher-level spells than Cao Qiushui!

"Seven-Transformation Heavenly Thunder?" Wen Zhao shook his feather fan, looked at the sky, and his pupils contracted, "Boran, with my help, can you withstand it?"

Zhang Boran rolled his eyes, "Even if you give me two more layers of spells, I might not be able to endure it."

"He has devoured the cloud qi of eight people, at least he can summon dozens of Heavenly Thunder, how many layers of spells can you add for me?"

"Unless your Harmony Ceremony can dispel his cloud cluster, allowing me to rush forward with a strong attack, getting close to him. Even if the two Gathering Essence Eighth Rank martial artists of the Zong family teamed up, I’d still have the confidence to defeat them."

Wen Zhao was suddenly appalled by these words, "Damn, I burnt his grassman. Will he hold a grudge?"