Ser el patriarca del Dao en el multiverso

Capítulo 487

However, he was a Nascent Soul expert.

In the path of cultivation, even a difference of half a level can make a world of difference in strength. He was confident that he could kill Ma Yunteng with a single blow.

The reason he didn't intervene when Ma Yunteng killed Tang Yin was because only if Tang Yin died would his son have the opportunity to inherit Tang Yin's mantle.

By then, he might also become an alchemist.

"With me here today, no one can touch you." Elder Chen waved his sleeve, stood with his hands behind his back, and stood as straight as a pine tree.

"Who do you think you are? If I want to kill someone, nobody can stop me." Ma Yunteng could tell at a glance that he was a Nascent Soul stage expert, whose strength should be on par with Chen Tianpeng of the Northern Hongmen.

But what does such strength mean in Ma Yunteng's eyes?

On the surface, Ma Yunteng's level is only at the late Golden Core stage, but because of the heroic spirit within him, Ma Yunteng can directly fight opponents of higher levels.

If the opponent were a late-stage Nascent Soul expert, Ma Yunteng might be somewhat wary. However, the opponent was only an early-stage Nascent Soul expert. Although Ma Yunteng couldn't kill him instantly, he was confident that he would be invincible in a real fight.

"Elder Chen, first cripple all his cultivation, I want to torture him slowly!" Old Master Tang shouted viciously.

Elder Chen nodded, then looked at Ma Yunteng and said, "Young man, you have quite the temper. It's a pity you're going to die today! However, to die at the hands of a Nascent Soul stage expert like me is a blessing in disguise!"

As soon as the voice faded, Old Zhang Chen's figure vanished. (The rest of the text appears to be gibberish and unrelated to the preceding sentences.)

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Chapter 362 I'll Lend You 50 Billion Today [2 Updates]

"Such fast movement." Seeing Elder Chen disappear, Ma Yunteng became vigilant. Nascent Soul cultivators are indeed not simple. If Ma Yunteng did not know the Lingbo Weibu (a martial arts technique), he would definitely be powerless against such speed.

"Die!"

Elder Chen appeared directly in front of Ma Yunteng like a ghost. He clenched his fists and smashed them with all his might towards Ma Yunteng's face.

Seeing the fierce punch, Ma Yunteng did not dodge. Instead, he stretched out his palm and collided head-on with the fist.

"Overestimating yourself!"

Elder Chen's eyes flashed with disdain. He could tell that Ma Yunteng actually wanted to fight him head-on. The biggest difference between the Nascent Soul stage and the Golden Core stage was the difference in strength. In his opinion, Ma Yunteng's choice to fight him head-on was tantamount to courting death.

Old Zhang Chen increased the force in his fist again, intending to kill with one blow!

Bang!

When their palms collided, a loud bang echoed through the air. However, Elder Chen's expected fatal blow did not work. In fact, he suddenly felt the force in Ma Yunteng's palm constantly pressing down on his fist.

"What!" Elder Chen looked at Ma Yunteng in disbelief. He saw a cold smile on Ma Yunteng's lips, full of undisguised amusement.

"You're practically a coffin already, what are you trying to prove?" Ma Yunteng smiled slightly, his inner arrogance rapidly gathering in his palm. Then he clenched his fist, and a powerful force spread directly from his wrist. Ma Yunteng quickly rotated his hand, intending to break the other person's arm!

"How dare you!"

Feeling his arm slightly rotate, Elder Chen's face immediately showed a look of utter horror! He immediately increased the force again, preparing to twist the powerful force in his wrist back.

Click!

Old Zhang's arm was severed, and several veins bulged on his forehead!

"You dare to show off with such little skill!" With his smile undiminished, Ma Yunteng stepped forward with one foot and reached out to grab his other arm.

"You, what do you want to do!" Elder Chen hadn't even recovered from the pain of his broken bone when he found his left arm being grabbed by Ma Yunteng.

"What are you doing?" Ma Yunteng chuckled. "Nothing much... I just want to break your right arm too, so your body won't be asymmetrical. Um, don't thank me, I'm LF!" As he spoke, Ma Yunteng suddenly exerted force on his wrist and broke his arm.

ah!

Old Zhang couldn't help but let out a painful howl! A crimson light also appeared in his eyes!

As a Nascent Soul expert, he actually had his arm broken by a Golden Core stage kid. If the pain hadn't been so intense and real, he simply wouldn't have believed it was true!

"I'll kill you!" Old Zhang's aura suddenly surged, and Ma Yunteng was shocked to find that he had just been in the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm, but in the blink of an eye, he had become in the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm!

Damn it!

Ma Yunteng cursed inwardly. To be honest, he was very confident in defeating the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm, but the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm was a different story!

"System, what's going on?"

“The other party used a special secret technique to increase his level in a short period of time. However, once the secret technique ends, his body will suffer a severe backlash and regress to the Golden Core stage.”

"ruthless!"

Ma Yunteng raised an eyebrow. It seemed that the other party harbored deep hatred for him, actually risking being attacked in a duel.

However, Ma Yunteng was not particularly worried.

After all, he still has a few tricks up his sleeve. If all else fails, he can use the Ancient Spirit Cold Flame to deal with him!

"Give me your life!" Old Zhang roared, and immediately kicked Ma Yunteng. His arm had been broken by Ma Yunteng, so he could only attack Ma Yunteng with his foot.

Elder Chen's body rushed towards Ma Yunteng like a sharp sword.

Whoosh!

Ma Yunteng leaped into the air, dodging his fatal blow. Then, his aura suddenly turned cold, and invisible cold flames ignited on Ma Yunteng's fist.

Ma Yunteng had lost patience to continue arguing with him.

"Idiot!" Ma Yunteng's body descended rapidly through the air, then he aimed his fist at Old Zhang Chen's chest.