fictionpage Chapter 224 This is China, don't break the rules.
Chapter 224 This is China, don't break the rules.
Shards of stained glass fell from the sky, these shimmering fragments reflecting the candlelight like a shower of starlight falling from the heavens, scattering a dazzling array of light.
"call out--"
Amidst the dazzling, multicolored light, a brilliant golden light burst forth, transforming into a sharp beam that pierced straight towards Bishop Ednor's head.
"You foreign devil, your business practices are really dishonest."
Before the words were even finished, and before the scattered debris could even touch the ground, in that instant, soft, white threads, imbued with a flowing, continuous force, began to coil around and entwine with the alchemy master Chris beside him.
"snort."
Faced with the rapidly approaching attack, the two elderly Westerners showed no sign of panic.
Bishop Ednor pulled up the hem of his robe and lifted it high, the hem adorned with mysterious patterns suddenly radiating a holy and pure light.
The light formed a thick cocoon, enveloping Bishop Ednor completely.
"Click—"
The golden light spear, undiminished in power, pierced the surface of the light cocoon. The sharp golden light seemed to encounter an obstacle, penetrating only an inch before failing to penetrate any further.
The debris falling from mid-air finally hit the ground, and the colorful light disappeared inside the church. Four figures seemed to descend on the colorful light, revealing their forms.
Zhang Zhiwei was radiating a golden light that seemed like water and mist. He held a long spear formed from the golden light, the tip of which was thrust straight forward.
Seeing his attack blocked, his eyes narrowed, and the gun barrel in his hand trembled. "Golden light materializes!"
"Whoosh—"
The originally sharp and sturdy spear suddenly transformed, golden light flowing from his hands, and the spear in his hands turned into a long-handled giant hammer.
"drink!"
Zhang Zhiwei lowered his waist and sat on his hips, turning his upper body to drive his arms with his waist, and swung the golden hammer up, smashing it down hard on the light cocoon below.
"Bang! Bang! Bang..."
The hammer flashed, the dazzling golden light clashing with the holy radiance, the sound of metal striking metal like rain.
Chris, standing to the side, was entangled by the silk threads of the whisk. These threads were as light as a feather, but they carried a force as strong as waves.
The intertwined threads, like layers of waves or surging currents beneath the surface, stopped him in his tracks.
Faced with this overwhelming onslaught, Chris displayed a nimbleness beyond his years, remaining calm and skillfully navigating the rhythmic ebb and flow of the tides.
"stop!"
As he spun around to dodge, his palms suddenly gleamed with a metallic sheen, and his two hands, like sharp claws forged from steel, reached out to grab at the silk threads that were relentlessly attacking him.
"Your paws are really ugly."
Lu Qian flicked his whisk with his left hand, then slashed forward with his right hand, shouting, "Go!"
The peach wood sword hanging behind him gleamed with golden light, and the dazzling sword light flashed and disappeared in an instant, turning into a sharp golden thread that flew towards Chris's arm to sever it.
"The sword of the heart has no form, the sword of the god has no shape."
The golden thread, like a serpent poised to strike, leaped out from behind Lü Qian. The sharp sword energy was like the serpent's fangs, as if it would pierce the void with the serpent's attack.
Chris uttered strange syllables, the metallic gleam of his arms growing dimmer, and his large hands reached out to grab the golden thread, meeting the sharp sword energy.
"clang!"
The golden threads formed from the peach wood sword neither dodged nor avoided, and the dazzling sword light became even more brilliant, scraping a gash in the dark metallic luster.
Chris felt the stinging pain in his palm. His expression changed, and he changed from grabbing to slapping, slapping the gold thread aside.
"You altered your body structure?"
Feeling the spiritual connection transmitted through his body under the enhancement of the Heavenly Escape Sword Technique, a look of curiosity flashed in Lü Qian's eyes.
Just like when the Golden Bell Shield is used, the user's body will emit golden light. At first, he thought that the change in Chris's arm was a kind of hard body protection technique similar to the Golden Bell Shield.
These kinds of exercises are essentially about using Qi to empower the body, but in essence, it's still the same flesh and blood body.
However, when the peach wood sword clashed with his opponent, Lü Qian clearly sensed that what he was cutting was no longer flesh and blood, but a solid layer of metal.
"To seek the essence, to construct matter—is this the alchemist's practice?"
As Lu Qian watched the metallic sheen gradually spread across Chris's entire body, he suddenly exuded the weight of mountains and earth.
【Seventy-two Transformations After the Wind • Transformation into a Mountain】
He flicked his whisk, the dust strands draped over his shoulder, and clenched his left hand into a fist, as if gathering the power of mountains and rivers, and blasted it towards Chris.
"I wonder if your piece of iron can withstand my mighty Kunlun."
Lu Qian called out the name he had casually chosen, and as he raised his hand, it seemed as if the Kunlun Mountains truly possessed a majestic and enduring grandeur.
This move is similar to the [Wind and Thunder Technique] used at the Lu family's birthday banquet.
Through the seventy-two transformations of Feng Hou Qi Men, Lü Qian reflects the universe with himself, evolving his perfect foundation of the microcosmic orbit.
The world has mountains and rivers, and so naturally I, Lü Qian, also have them!
Lu Qian's punch was powerful and heavy, transforming his own life force and cultivation into the weight of mountains and rivers, with a fierce and swift wind.
From Chris's perspective, as that fist clenched, it seemed as if the only thing in the world was the weight of that fist.
"boom!"
The punch was heavy and fast; Lü Qian's punch was as fast as lightning and landed on Chris in an instant.
A sound like a mountain collapsing and the earth splitting apart roared out in an instant, and rolling waves of air surged outwards from the two people, overturning all the surrounding tables and chairs.
On the ground, cracks spreading in all directions resembled a spider web, enveloping everyone present.
The once bright and tranquil church suddenly trembled, and several bricks fell from the roof, creating a shallow crater.
"Clatter clatter clatter..."
The sound of rubble hitting the ground became the lingering echo after the roar, and amidst the billowing dust, Lü Qian and Chris emerged from the cover.
"Click click click—"
The sound of metal cracking was like the hum of vibrating silk threads, and the faint sound fell to the ground along with the dust.
Lu Qian stood still, thrusting his fist forward and landing a powerful, mountain-like blow directly into Chris's lower abdomen.
The lingering force of the impact trembled through the opponent's metal body, completely numbing Chris's solemn expression.
These Tai Chi forces clung to his bones and clothes, and he could only focus all his energy on maintaining his metallic body to resist them. If he relaxed even for a moment, these forces would completely shatter his flesh and blood.
With a sweep of his left hand, Lü Qian unleashed a powerful force from his sleeve, transforming it into a wave that propelled Chris in front of him to stand before Zen Master Huijing behind him.
"Zen Master, I've already broken through the first layer of this foreign devil's power for you. The rest is up to your Buddhist methods."
"Don't worry, young friend."
Zen Master Huijing looked at Chris, who was numb from the force. Although cracks had appeared on Chris's body, which was like cast metal, a dark luster flowed around it, and the cracks were still being filled.
He chanted a Buddhist mantra, and a golden palm print emerged from his tattered monk's robe. With a flick of his fingers, he manipulated the incomparably powerful and compassionate hand with the natural grace of the Buddha holding up a flower.
The older a person gets, the more cunning they become; this saying applies to all spiritual practitioners.
None of the practitioners who managed to survive various calamities and live to old age were easy to deal with.
Lu Qian seemed to have won a move, but he was still a few rounds away from completely killing this old alchemist monster. However, an even more troublesome problem had just arisen.
Beneath the church statue, the cocoon of light grew even purer and more holy, and an invisible aura arose from it, as if the wails and praises of hundreds of people were gradually rising.
"Old Zhang, get out of the way!"
Lu Qian strode toward Zhang Zhiwei and Guangjian, one step bringing wind and thunder to his body, two steps igniting Samadhi True Fire, and three steps fusing the three calamities of wind, fire, and thunder into one.
"Sizzle sizzle..."
"call--"
"boom--"
After taking three steps, Lü Qian's eyes had turned blazing white, with crimson-gold pupils flashing within, and wind and thunder surging throughout his body.
"Evil spirits are forbidden in this land of China!"
With a loud shout, dazzling light burst forth in his palm, and the three lights of wind, fire, and thunder converged, rushing towards the cocoon of light.
"boom!"
"Death gave me a new life."
Amidst the thousands of wails and praises within the cocoon of light, a chant suddenly arose, and the cocoon of light shone brightly.
In the darkness, it seemed as if an invisible force was coming from all directions. These forces were like tiny fireflies, but when millions of them gathered together, the fireflies turned into the bright moon.
As these forces surged, a butterfly pattern flickered within the texture of Lü Qian's Taoist robe, as if it had flapped its wings.
In the void of the inner landscape, the surging, invisible forces seemed to have crashed into a dam.
The dam was built of stacked, dreamlike silver light, and as the light shimmered, a hazy murmur, like that of someone in a dream, slowly rose up.
"Hey you guys from the west, don't break the rules!"