Urban All-Round Master

Chapter 1974 - 1964: Life-and-Death Battle, Heavenly Touching Zither

"Ah!!!" Zhan Wutian went berserk. A layer of brilliant light screen gathered on his fists. With every punch, the light screen emitted dazzling light."Hey! You really don’t give in, huh? Today, I’m gonna beat you until your head comes out of your ass. Three parts urine, one part shit."

Swish...

The broadsword conjured from the Artifact Totem and Beast Totem was indestructible. At least, for Zhan Wutian’s abilities to destroy the broadsword in his hand was extremely challenging. It’s rare for a cultivator to rely solely on an invincible physical body.

"Clang clang clang~"

Both of them unleashed their speed and power to the extreme, exchanging dozens of blows in the blink of an eye.

Zhan Wutian cultivated the War God Technique. The more he fought, the braver he became. Even his indestructible fists were slashed by Jia Zhenjing’s broadsword and were bleeding profusely.

At the same time, the broadsword in his hand was shattered to pieces by Zhan Wutian.

From the earlier long-range battle, the two ended up in primitive hand-to-hand combat. They tangled together, with each exchanging punches and kicks, blood spurting wildly.

"Bang!"

Zhan Wutian reacted swiftly, rising up and bending his knee, delivering a heavy knee strike to the chin of Jia Zhenjing, who had just gotten up.

Pfft~

The fierce force seemed to tear his jaw apart. His body involuntarily spun up, spewing blood from his mouth.

"Thud thud thud..."

Then, Zhan Wutian continued moving forward. With his toes tapping the ground, his body soared into the air, his right leg whipping out repeatedly like a flexible iron whip.

Pa pa pa...

The iron leg whipped, landing dozens of kicks on Jia Zhenjing.

"Boom!" Heavily he crashed to the ground, just as he was getting up. Zhan Wutian’s form was as swift as lightning, dashing like a ferocious tiger down the mountain. Leaping overhead, a double-footed stomp landed squarely on his face.

In that instant, his face completely distorted and twisted. Blood gushed from his mouth in torrents.

Thump thump thump thump... he rolled dozens of meters before stopping the momentum.

"Wow!"

Before even getting up, another mouthful of blood water spewed out, utterly miserable.

"Come on! After just two hits, you’re like a dead dog? Cowardly, aren’t you?"

Zhan Wutian casually walked over, beckoning with his fingers, his eyes filled with provocation.

"Your grandfather’s grandmother’s grandfather. You really intend to beat me to death, huh?"

Zhan Wutian’s hand-to-hand combat was undeniably strong. Daring to face weapons with bare fists clearly showed his fierce power.

Jia Zhenjing suffered a significant setback and was now beaten into a bloody state.

With trembling hands supporting on the ground, he slowly stood up, his body swaying.

His chest was stuffy and painful. Any movement felt as if his body were being pierced and pulled by iron hooks, extremely uncomfortable.

"No, if I keep fighting like this, even if I win, I’ll lose half my life. This guy’s physical body is invincible, I absolutely can’t go head-to-head with him. Only I’ll end up suffering. Looks like I have to use some other tactics to take him down."

His eyes flickered. He knew the gap between himself and the opponent. Going head-to-head would undoubtedly be his downfall. Hard confrontation was not the way.

But thinking that he had nothing now, apart from a hard confrontation, he really had no other way to fight him. This was his most frustrating problem.

Swoosh~

Seemingly reading Jia Zhenjing’s thoughts, Zhan Wutian gave him almost no chance to catch his breath, transforming into a gentle breeze, swiftly attacking.

"Here we go again!"

He had already learned how formidable the opponent’s physical body was. Trying to challenge him would only be handing his life over to him.

Swoosh~

He disregarded face entirely. Being straightforward, he decided to run away first.

"Trying to escape? It’s not that easy. Leave your life here for me!"

Zhan Wutian frantically burned elemental power, desperately chasing Jia Zhenjing.

"Damn. You’re really trying to push me to death here!"

......

"Boom boom boom" Liu Jiuhuang entered the fray. Single-handedly facing the Great Wilderness Saint Master, Qingchi Saintess, and the Nine Heavens Saint Master, the three Great Eastern Kings.

Not only was he not at a disadvantage, he fought with increasing valor.

Qing Fu also refused to lag behind. Facing that scoundrel Shen Wuheng, who wielded the Immortal Suppressing Tripod, while Qing Fu had nothing in his hands.

Qing Fu was beaten back repeatedly. He couldn’t face Shen Wuheng head-on; after all, the holy artifact he held possessed immense destructive power.

"Heavenly Touching Zither!" Beiming Yu entered the fray with force. Placing an ancient zither on his thigh, he continuously played it. An incredibly moving melody ensued.

Yet the feeling he evoked while playing wasn’t all that great.

With each strum of the strings, as the zither sound floated in the sky, it carried with it an invisible sonic energy. If this sonic energy touched anyone, it would inevitably explode and tear their bodies apart instantly.

"Let me handle you!"

Dugu Qiubai jumped out. His target locked on Beiming Yu.

The Heavenly Touching Zither in Beiming Yu’s hands was an unrivaled treasure. If he could obtain it, it would undoubtedly bring great benefits. A holy artifact isn’t easy to come by.

"Buzz~"

The invisible string sound traversed through the void, killing in silence. After Dugu Qiubai sprang forth, his withered hand deftly revolved, intersecting with the invisible string sound, with a popping sound. The string sound scattered, and then Beiming Yu’s ten fingers plucked the zither once more. More string sounds, as if tangible, swept toward Dugu Qiubai.

"Such a holy artifact is simply wasted in your hands, why not give it to me!" Taihuang Demon seized the opportunity. Narrowing his eyes, he noticed the Heavenly Touching Zither under Beiming Yu’s hand and instantly felt an itch in his heart.

Who wouldn’t want to obtain a holy artifact?

Beiming Yu’s eyes narrowed, and suddenly he let out a low shout, his right hand’s three fingers gently plucked on the tight, straight war bow strings. Around her jade-like white fingers was a streak of dazzling divine light. These divine lights were faint, barely noticeable without close observation.

"All together!"

With the Heartless Sword, Taihuang Demon slashed downward, a stream of elemental power gathering together, carrying an astonishing pressure. The sword light unfolded like a divine halberd breaking the sky, sweeping with endless energy, slashing toward Beiming Yu.

Buzz~

Suddenly... Beiming Yu’s two hands caressed the zither strings, closing her beautiful eyes, she stopped playing. It seemed as though she was feeling another realm within the world. Apparently, she was awaiting something, but in fact, Beiming Yu was brewing. Brewing the final eruption.

"Kill him!"

Dugu Qiubai’s eyes gleamed coldly, his mouth curled into a sinister grin.

Boom!

Suddenly, Beiming Yu snapped open her eyes, slapping her two hands down on the Heavenly Touching Zither, which flew into the void, spinning in a circle before Beiming Yu waved her large hand, grabbed the Heavenly Touching Zither, and soared toward a towering building. That towering building was a gigantic stone sculpture of a majestic lion, standing over thirty meters tall.

In a broad estate like Beiming Mansion, these stone sculptures would naturally be used to ward off evil. In ancient times, such stone sculptures and carvings played an essential role in geomancy.