Chapter 526 - 296: Cultivator Legacy? Death! (3)

"Retreat, quickly retreat!"

Feeling that dazzling punch, the spectators below the stage were in a panic, everyone retreating backward.

Among the guests, Li Linfeng, along with several elders of the Li Family, stood up from their seats, even Governor Song Yuanshan of Donglai County became solemn.

"Be ready to intervene at any time, try to avoid casualties..."

However, the various forces exchanged glances but had no intention of taking action; they did not want to muddy the waters. Tao Yang and the Tao Family elders silently blocked the way of Li Linfeng and others.

"Patriarch Li, please calm down."

"Step aside!"

Li Linfeng spoke in a deep voice, but the smile on Tao Yang’s face only grew brighter, not retreating even half a step.

Finally.

"Boom!"

Tao Xinglie’s massive flame palm, condensed into a tangible form and imbued with terrifying power, slammed down on a certain figure like a mountain, a fearsome wave of mixed red and white surging forth.

The terrifying explosion resounded.

The shock made the hearts of many beat fiercely, their ears ringing instantly as if they had gone deaf.

Everyone was stunned by Tao Xinglie’s palm strike.

All stared wide-eyed at the stage enveloped by the explosive wave, wanting to see the final outcome of this strike.

The audience on the stage had already taken such a huge impact, so how would Wang Chan, who faced this palm strike head-on, fare?

Time seemed to slow at this moment, each passing second seeming longer than several days usually would.

As the explosive wave dissipated somewhat.

The outlines of two figures slowly emerged before everyone’s eyes.

When the crowd saw the situation in the Martial Arts Arena clearly, everyone’s eyes widened in an instant, each looking as though their minds had suffered a heavy blow, going blank and standing in a daze.

"This, this is impossible?!"

Tao Jidong, who had been calmly reclining in his chair awaiting Wang Chan’s demise, suddenly stood up, his eyes wide and slightly bulging, his expression akin to seeing a ghost in broad daylight.

The people of the Tao Family beside him were the same, standing up all at once, faces filled with indescribable shock.

This scene happened not only below the stage but also among the guests; Tao Yang, the Patriarch, and the Tao Family elders were equally dumbfounded.

Under the gaze of all.

Only to see the center of the Martial Arts Arena.

Tao Xinglie stood frozen in his striking posture, his arm, robust and veined, engulfed in flames, resting squarely on Wang Chan’s chest.

Yet it was blocked by Gang Force more than three inches thick, solidified like scarlet metal, and two intertwined streams of golden light.

Wang Chan seemed to be covered by a layer of dazzling True Gold of Hundred Refinements; a tiger-patterned Golden Bell faintly appeared within her flesh; a dragon and elephant’s shadows appeared behind her, roaring upwards, while a fearsome Fire Sparrow’s shadow hovered above her head.

Tao Xinglie’s face was extremely contorted, veins throbbing on his face, but his palm only dented the more than three-inch-thick Gang Force.

His face was full of disbelief, eyes flickering from disbelief to astonishment, fear, and finally bewilderment.

As if, at this moment, Tao Xinglie had lost his path, like a lone boat adrift on a vast river.

In the next breath.

He saw deep and calm eyes emerging in the endless river before him.

"Is that all?"

Su Mu reached out, casually placing his hand on Tao Xinglie’s palm, slapping away the hand pressing on Wang Chan’s chest.

"Does the mysterious Fire Technique have a higher level?"

Su Mu asked calmly, a hint of expectation flashing in his eyes.

Unfortunately, Tao Xinglie disappointed him, only staring blankly in place.

"What a pity."

Su Mu said softly, and the dazed Tao Xinglie raised his eyes, just in time to see Su Mu shake his head lightly, then hear something as if flowing inside his body.

"Since this is as far as you go..."

A terrifying aura flowed bit by bit like lava within Wang Chan, awakening fully one step at a time.

Su Mu shrugged his shoulders, his spine moving like a Flood Dragon, his figure appearing like a mountain in Tao Xinglie’s eyes.

He raised his right hand and slowly clenched it.

"Now it’s my turn..."

At this moment, as if endless shadows erupted from Su Mu’s body, quickly spreading as if to cover the sky.

As the last word was spoken.

A terrifying aura several times more menacing than Tao Xinglie’s before exploded from him, the suppressed volcano erupting in endless magma.

The terrifying power soared upward, sweeping away the sea of clouds covering White Flood Dragon Peak, gathering suddenly in one spot, crashing down like a landslide.

"Die!"

Su Mu threw a punch.

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