Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path-Chapter 695 - 549: Winning Strangely, Uniting by the Norm+ - 550: Drawing a Big Pie

Chapter 695: Chapter 549: Winning Strangely, Uniting by the Norm+Chapter 550: Drawing a Big Pie

"Thankfully, this crisis perception was effective; the Golden River City wasn’t directly attacked."

Zhou Ping’an’s slash merged with the wind, severing Tang Shimin’s right hand holding the jade talisman first, cutting open his clothes to reveal the softly glowing azure jade talisman...

After losing Tang Shimin’s True Essence and spiritual control, the light had barely appeared before it was extinguished.

A sudden release of pressure all over.

It was as if a giant mountain pressing down on his head had been removed, and both True Essence Power and spiritual power started to circulate frantically.

Then, he saw Tang Shimin raise a palm, summoning the colossal strength of boundless mountains and seas, slapping it down towards his idle crown.

Not far from his side.

A long-faced elder held an amber-colored long pen, sketching a "Seal" character, stirring up purple starlight around him and whistling to strike.

A round-faced elder was waving an eight-sided golden mace, conjuring up several zhang tall pillars of gold, rumbling down as they broke through the air.

Both acted with extreme swiftness.

Strange phenomena around him condensed from the void into reality, amassing infinite might, where the intent moved, the weapon struck, appearing as if in an instant when the void froze around him, they attacked simultaneously.

Clearly, these two were not only Mid True Martial masters whose form and spirit had integrated, but when the Tang Family Patriarch used that powerful Magic Treasured Jade Talisman, they could move freely.

That piece of azure jade talisman could actually differentiate friend from foe.

Prohibiting others, not their own.

"Is it that intelligent?"

"Luckily, it wasn’t fully activated."

After Zhou Ping’an’s slash severed Tang Shimin’s arm, the back of the blade trembled slightly, smashing Tang Shimin’s chest clothes, and with a mountain-collapsing unparalleled tremendous force, it had already struck the body of the Tang Family Patriarch.

While crushing several of his ribs, the tip of the blade, light as a dragonfly on a petal, deftly flicked up the jade talisman, without sparing another glance, a thought within his Heart Thought, and it was stored into the space within his wrist mirror.

In an instant, the vague two vast eyes that had appeared in the sky vanished without a trace.

This situation had long been anticipated by Zhou Ping’an; he did not look back, his left fist shot towards the sky with a thunderous uppercut.

Deep within his body, a lotus quietly bloomed.

At the peak of his fist, it was as if a red sun exploded...

Clang...

The golden mace, descending majestically, barely touched the radiant glint of the red light on the fist and instantly dissolved into a mist of golden vapor.

Under the impact of that tremendous force.

The remaining handle shattered Tang Shijie’s right wrist, the ripple spread and resonated, impacting his organs, shattering his great True Form, propelling his plump body, like a rubber ball, flying dozens of zhang and crashing into a mountain wall.

Tang Shimin and Tang Shijie, both flying backward simultaneously, left the Third Elder, Tang Shitong, in a dilemma; his eyes hardened, his long pen conjuring thousands of reflections, in an instant assaulting all of Zhou Ping’an’s major acupoints, and furthermore, his feet crossed, prepared to borrow force to retreat.

This move was aimed to avoid fault, not to achieve success.

Since Zhou Ping’an had appeared, breaking the law-treasure bestowed by the ancestral founders, injuring the True Martial Dharma Form Realm’s Tang Shimin, and the True Martial Real Form Realm’s Fourth Elder Tang Shijie, his strikes, as heavy as mountains and seas, were also illusory as smoke and completely elusive.

This situation was very obvious.

The opponent’s combat power was countless times higher than their own; there was no chance of forcefully contending.

It wasn’t a disparity in cultivation realms, but an overwhelming difference in reaction time, speed of action, and even attack and defense techniques.

It was as if they, several Late Mid True Martial Realm masters, exerted all their skills, which were like children swinging a big hammer; fierce in appearance, yet clumsy and uncontrollable.

And the opponent? He was like a strong man handling an embroidery needle, extremely agile, intent on attacking and slaying whomever he wished.

If he hadn’t made his move to kill yet, there was probably still some use for them in his eyes.

Just as this thought passed through his mind.

Tang Shitong used attack as his defense, his toes had just turned, ready to retreat and leap away.

Suddenly, he felt as if his amber-colored long pen had pierced into a raging, surging tidal wave.

The tidal wave bore no force, his stab went straight through, his strength found nowhere to bear, his body involuntarily leaned forward.

"Not good."

Before Tang Shitong could change his move.

A tsunami-like force, turned into a blade edge, heavily slapped onto his chest.

"Ah..."

His whole body groaned and winced as his bones cracked, like an insect trapped in a flyswatter, rolled and smashed by that blade edge, buried three zhang deep into the ground. His vision darkened, his body convulsed, not knowing how many bones broke.

The three of them were sent flying with just one touch.

Defeated cleanly and decisively.

Behind them, the eighteen riders had just raised their swords and spears.

They saw before them numerous shadowy figures.

A huge forceful wind surged towards them like a fierce dragon.

The eighteen, as if agreed upon, swung their weapons, their bodies already in pain, all fell off their horses, immobile.

In an instant, they were simultaneously suppressed at their dantians.

How the opponent struck, how they were hit, all was unclear.

"Good, including your Tang Family Patriarch, a total of seven elders, and now only the Great Elder remains unseen. These eighteen riders, the up-and-coming elite of your Tang Family, huh, tsk tsk, each so young, has already cultivated to the Eighth Level Mortal Refinement Qi Mastery Realm, possessing strong talents indeed..."

Zhou Ping’an stood tall, his blue robes fluttering, an image of a handsome and spirited appearance.

His brows and eyes all showed a gentle smile.

At this moment, he did not seem like an enemy who had suddenly acted with murderous intensity, but like a gentleman welcoming a dear friend, discussing the past.

Yet, in the eyes of the Tang Family people, they saw boundless dominance and a sea of blood beneath that gentleness.

The opponent’s attitude was gentle, not because of a kind nature, but because he felt they were no longer the slightest threat, and their life or death was at his whim.

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