Under One Person: God Profiler

Zhang Chulan could no longer sit still. His body crackled with lightning as he leaped out, shouting, "Everyone, leave Chen Duo to us!"

Xia Linyuan's gaze shifted, and he swiftly moved to Zhang Chulan's side, delivering a punch to Zhang Chulan's abdomen. He said softly, "Tell Feng Baobao to watch her step. I broke the rules of the question you raised in the inner realm, so you understand..."

Zhang Chulan, his body hunched over like a shrimp, felt a chill run down his spine upon hearing Xia Linyuan's words, and looked at Xia Linyuan with a complex expression:

"I see."

Chapter 185 True Gods Do Not Take Human Form

As soon as Zhang Chulan finished speaking, he suddenly lowered his head.

Feng Baobao arrived with a knife, slashing at Xia Linyuan with a chilling edge. Zhang Chulan seized the opportunity to grab Xia Linyuan around the waist, his body erupting with a burst of Yang Five Thunderbolts.

Xia Linyuan unleashed a burst of golden light to protect his entire body, then suddenly raised his knee and lifted Zhang Chulan up.

With a slight exertion of force, he used Zhang Chulan as a hidden weapon and launched him directly at Feng Baobao.

Feng Baobao had no choice but to sheathe her sword and catch Zhang Chulan, her body sliding backwards for dozens of meters.

Just as she was about to rush forward again, Zhang Chulan stopped her: "Sister Bao'er, don't get entangled with Xia Linyuan, go find Chen Duo first."

Feng Baobao nodded blankly.

He grabbed Zhang Chulan and took off chasing after Chen Duo in the direction she had left.

"Hey, wait a minute, Bao'er! Put me down!"

Wang Zhenqiu stroked his chin, looking at Zhang Chulan and Feng Baobao. After a moment of thought, a smile appeared on his lips: "There are actually two people in North China."

Just then, Wang Zhenqiu felt a chill run down his spine and turned around abruptly.

A gigantic palm print, imposing and terrifying, came hurtling towards them.

Wang Zhenqiu let out a strange cry, his figure blurring into countless afterimages as he narrowly avoided Xia Linyuan's merciful hand. He patted his chest in relief, saying, "That was close! No wonder he's Brother Xiao's apprentice; he almost knocked me down."

Seeing that Xia Linyuan remained unmoved, he raised an eyebrow: "Are you determined to stand against the company?"

"Now that things have come to this, is there any need to ask?" Xia Linyuan held the stick in reverse, watching Wang Zhenqiu slowly walk to the opposite side, blocking the only way for him to chase Chen Duo, and drew a line on the ground: "Trying to catch Chen Duo won't be that easy."

Wang Zhenqiu smiled and said, "Then let me ask you a different question. 'Ladder Cloud Leap, Great Compassion Hand, Peach Blossom Garden Ghost Step.' Which sect do you belong to?"

Instead of answering, Xia Linyuan asked, "The Tang Clan's 'Willow Steps,' the Fire Virtue Sect's fire control technique, and the price of millet..."

"And which sect do you belong to?"

interesting.

Wang Zhenqiu stroked his chin, and a blue stick materialized in his palm. The stick's shadow was ethereal, and with a gentle tap, three balls of ghostly fire remained in the air: "Go!"

The flames surged instantly, engulfing Xia Linyuan in the burning air.

Xia Linyuan also unleashed a golden flame, which surged upwards to engulf the blue flame.

Blue and golden flames collided, like water and fire meeting, producing a fierce roar. The air was distorted by the burning, the flames engulfing each other and swirling upwards.

With a loud bang, it exploded, and flames fell like countless stars.

The two looked at each other.

At the same time, he rushed forward and smashed the object with a stick in his hand.

The two men wielded their sticks with agility, producing a constant clanging sound as their sticks clashed and sparks flew as they crossed.

Xia Linyuan observed Wang Zhenqiu's condition, his Qi silently surging into his arm, his meridians gradually appearing on his skin, before he struck him with a stick.

At the same time, Wang Zhenqiu also seized the opportunity, increased the force in his hand, and chopped down with the stick.

The two sticks collided, and a huge air pressure wave rippled outwards from the two people, causing the ground to collapse and the surrounding containers to be instantly blown away.

Xia Linyuan's jet-black hair danced wildly, his eyebrows and eyes reaching his temples, his temperament refined and profound, like a pool of water in the forest.

With a forceful flick of the stick in his hand, he lifted Wang Zhenqiu high into the air. The stick then transformed into a spear, and in the blink of an eye, six spear thrusts were unleashed.

Wang Zhenqiu had blood-red lips and narrow eyes. His slight smile carried a hint of flirtatiousness, like a demon that even a thousand-year-old monk could not purify.

Facing the oncoming sharpness, he suddenly turned his head and dodged a shot.

The stick in his hand vanished, a lighter was thrown out, and his body melted away in the direction of the flames.

"Fire Release technique? Your master..."

Xia Linyuan hadn't finished speaking when

Wang Zhenqiu burst through the flames and landed on the ground, his slender fingers fiddling with a lighter as he interrupted:

"No, I don't have a master. It's just that I'm quite likable, so everyone is willing to teach me a move."

"Pleasant to look at..."

Xia Linyuan squinted at Wang Zhenqiu, noticing that Wang Zhenqiu's eyes were outlined in gray and white, and his cheeks were painted with a circle of azure ink.

However, the area between his eyebrows was decorated with dots that resembled lividity.

Xia Linyuan's pupils trembled slightly. The person in front of him seemed to be smiling and joking, but his killing intent was soaring to the heavens. This person had a blood feud.

But that's none of my business. All I need to do now is beat him into submission!

Looking at his injured hair, Wang Zhenqiu said with a wronged expression, "You're too fierce. All your moves are deadly. If I play with you, I might end up crippled if I'm not careful."

Xia Linyuan smiled slightly: "You make the move, and I'll take it."

"That's what you said."

Wang Zhenqiu raised an eyebrow.

As he spoke, he pulled out a fluorescent glove and put it on. A burst of colorful energy emanated from his palm, which he then gently touched, causing his skin to seem to melt and reform...

A cinnabar dot adorned his brow, red cinnabar stained his eyes, and two illusory figures emerged behind him, wielding the Universe Ring, draped in crimson sashes, and riding on Wind and Fire Wheels. They proclaimed in a theatrical voice, "Then let me show you!"

A deity descends, the Great God of the Three Altars and Seas, Nezha!

Xia Linyuan looked somewhat puzzled: "Who taught you to use this divine mask?"

Wang Zhenqiu was surprised that Xia Linyuan knew about this extraordinary technique. Upon hearing the question, he flicked his spear and said, "This technique was taught to me by Xia Liuqing of the Quanxing Sect. I obtained it through a clever trick after much pleading..."

Upon hearing this, Xia Linyuan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, almost thinking that the Godhood Mask had also been stolen from some family.

His expression immediately became interesting as he stroked his chin and looked at Wang Zhenqiu.

My second master's disciple...

This guy is actually my uncle?

No, he said there was no master...

"Is a formal apprenticeship ceremony permissible?"

Knowing that this strange technique belonged to his family, Xia Linyuan felt more confident and asked in a cold voice.

Wang Zhenqiu's eyes were gradually covered by divinity, turning golden and obscuring the pupils: "What good is it to you!"

"What good would it do me?"

"That means he didn't become an apprentice..."

Xia Linyuan's face darkened. He put his hands in his pockets and slowly walked towards Wang Zhenqiu's direction, his body gradually enveloped in golden faith power.

When he took his hand out again, he was already wearing a pair of fluorescent gloves.

His jet-black hair floated up and gently caressed his cheeks. His skin melted and dissolved, red sand dotted his brows, and silver sand ignited his eyes. He held a fire-tipped spear and stood on a golden lotus platform.

Buddha and deities descended, Sudhana and Red Boy appeared.

The power of faith rose from the two of them. The golden and blue powers of faith intertwined and confronted each other.

Xia Linyuan flicked his spear, creating wisps of flame: "Having never formally become a disciple, yet wielding divine skills, today I will act on behalf of Second Master to restore the family's honor..."

The sharp, operatic vocals, like a divine decree, reverberated throughout the warehouse area.

Xiao Zizai and the others, who were locked in combat, all turned to look.

"I see. No wonder Wang Zhenqiu always gave me a familiar feeling."

"He also studied the God Mask; no wonder his observation skills are so sharp."

Xiao Zizai stroked his chin and hesitated for a while, then sat down in a wrecked car and started watching the show: "Old Meng, stop fighting and come over for a rest."

"What you are witnessing is a genuine battle of gods."

Old Meng glanced at Wang Wu, then at Xiao Zizai: "This isn't in accordance with the rules, is it?"

"What is it?"

Xiao Zizai glanced at the disheveled Wu Kui'er.

After fighting Xia Liuqing, the latter fought Xiao Zizai. At this moment, the Five Directions Protector was full of cracks, and his protective magic weapon was also destroyed. He was looking at him warily.

Xiao Zizai's eyes were bloodshot: "I'm giving you a chance to escape. Get out of here now."

Wu Kui'er glanced at Xia Linyuan, her eyes filled with stubbornness: "Do you think Sister Kui would betray her friends?"

Xiao Zi, hidden beneath the crimson veil, sighed helplessly: "Don't worry, I won't lay a hand on him. He's my disciple, like Ru Zi, you understand?"

Wu Kui'er and Wang Wu exchanged a glance and slowly retreated.

Seeing this, Lao Meng took out a handkerchief to wipe his sweat and sat down next to Xiao Zizai: "Oh dear, I'm exhausted."