Cultivation: Fortune by Lots-Chapter 433 - 238. Master Lei Borrowing Buddha Offering Flowers_4

The Spirit Talismans of the Taoist Talisman Sect could be used by others, though they might not be able to fully unleash their power. For the Disciples of the Great Void Temple, however, such moments were exceptionally advantageous.

The only issue was that they needed to be careful not to crush the Spirit Talismans.

"Uncle Master, rest assured, we have already practiced proficiently," one of the Disciples said.

Another Disciple of the Great Void Temple, holding a Wind-rolling Clouds Talisman, chimed in, "But those people from the Jiangzhou Lin Clan are now tangled up in a fight with the snobs from Celestial Master Mansion. They’re fighting very close by..."

The black-robed monk clutching the cloth bag said indifferently, "That’s their own problem. We’ve already informed them beforehand anyway."

Despite the sudden attacks, Lin Che and Lin Yuwei would certainly respond more smoothly than Tang Xiaotang and might even turn the situation to their advantage by using it strategically.

Seeing that everyone else was ready, the black-robed monk gave an order, "Begin..."

As the other Disciples of the Great Void Temple were about to activate their Wind-rolling Clouds Talismans, they saw the leading black-robed monk suddenly freeze. His hand was unexpectedly empty; the cloth bag he had been holding open was effortlessly snatched by someone from his side and rear.

Though surprised, the black-robed monk did not slow down. Without turning to see who the person was, he swung a punch behind him.

The newcomer, having taken the cloth bag with one hand, met the monk’s punch with his own clenched fist.

The black-robed monk let out a muffled grunt and staggered back.

Only then did he and the other Disciples of the Great Void Temple manage to see that the newcomer was a tall, upright young Taoist dressed in a deep red Taoist Robe.

The black-robed monk’s arm pained him so severely that he almost lost sensation in it. He saw that his arm, with which he had thrown the punch, was shattered inch by inch, white bones jutting out through the flesh!

Lei Jun held the cloth bag in one hand. Without looking inside, he retied its mouth. With his other hand, the one he had used to punch, he stretched and flexed his fingers. His arm gleamed with light, covered in partial armor manifested from the Heavenly General Talisman. As his Cultivation deepened, Lei Jun no longer needed his entire form to change when using the Heavenly General Talisman.

The Great Void Temple’s heritage indeed had its unique aspects. Although Lei Jun’s superior strength had allowed him to cripple the black-robed monk’s arm, his own armored fist was now tinged with black. He felt a slight, numbing, stabbing pain, which only dissipated after he circulated his Mana with his Breathing Skills.

It was as if he had just punched a crusher; though he had disabled the machine, his own flesh experienced an unusual pain.

The secret arts of the Great Void Temple, embodying the artistic conception of utter destruction, indeed possessed formidable destructive power.

But his opponent was still far too weak compared to Lei Jun’s Cultivation and strength.

Flexing his fingers, Lei Jun didn’t pause. Still holding the cloth bag in one hand, he took a step forward, appearing before the leading black-robed monk, and kicked out.

The Disciples of the Great Void Temple were skilled in combat and rich in experience. Seeing their leader injured, they still gritted their teeth in preparation to counterattack.

But Lei Jun’s strength exceeded the monk’s expectations, and his speed was also far greater than anticipated.

The black-robed monk had barely lifted his other hand, unable to raise it in defense, when Lei Jun’s kick landed squarely on his chest.

The monk didn’t fly backward. His body remained standing, merely wobbling slightly, though his chest had caved in completely.

...

Lei Jun retracted his leg but, instead of landing it immediately, maintained a stance reminiscent of a one-legged golden rooster, shaking his ankle. He felt somewhat amused yet dismayed. His foot, too, had acquired some of the black coating, which dissipated as he circulated his Mana, the stinging numbness fading as well.

It really was like a shredder, the kind that’s both offensive and defensive.

If the circumstances had been different, Lei Jun might have actually been interested in closely examining the Taoist Heritage of the Great Void Temple.

But at the moment, he wasn’t keen on further entanglement.

He aimed for a swift resolution, lest Lin Che, Lin Yuwei, or other capable masters in the distance become aware of the disturbance here.

As Lei Jun kicked the leading black-robed monk to death, the surrounding Disciples of the Great Void Temple also gathered to encircle him.

Despite the sudden turn of events, these Great Void Temple Disciples still coordinated seamlessly. While some attempted close-range assaults, others did not rush forward. Instead, they stood at a distance, pinching their fingers in a flower-picking gesture and then flicking them.

Tiny yet deadly threads of black light, potent yet hard to detect, shot towards Lei Jun like a swarm of needles. For a moment, the combination of close and distant attacks formed an encompassing Heavenly Net.

A few Great Void Temple Disciples did not join the attack. Instead, they began to retreat, intending to contact their Sect elders.

However, Lei Jun’s speed was too great. By the time he kicked the leading monk to death, the others were shocked once more. It was too late for them to change their tactics.

The numerous black needle-like glints all missed, striking the spot where Lei Jun had first appeared. That patch of snow was instantly corroded into deep pits, but Lei Jun was long gone from his original position. Those Disciples attempting to surround Lei Jun for close-quarters combat also lunged at empty air.

Though he momentarily stood on one leg, a vast expanse of dusky yellow, earthy thunder light flared, enveloping and submerging all the Great Void Temple Disciples. Enveloped by the Ji Earth Yin Thunder, all became silent. It was as if they were buried in earth, from which dark, thunderous water then seeped.

For the Great Void Temple Disciple who had retreated to contact the Sect elders, the sight before him suddenly blurred. Lei Jun appeared before him, casually placing his palm directly on the monk’s bald head, which resembled that of an orthodox Disciple of the Buddhist Sect.

Hmm, this one’s Cultivation is inferior to that of the leading black-robed monk. My palm felt almost nothing on impact... Lei Jun nodded slightly.