The Abandoned Young Master of a Wealthy Cultivation Family

Chapter 107: Su Bai comes out of seclusion!

The power of the Grandmaster is so terrifying!

Only a moment after Zhuo Tianhu arrived, Lei Yun, who was in the late stage of internal strength and practiced external skills, and Bai Zichen, who was in the late stage of enlightenment, fled in a panic, one dead or alive!

While everyone was watching with shock, Shen Zhong and the others had extremely ugly expressions on their faces, and the last bit of hope in their hearts disappeared completely - the Lei family was completely finished!

Several people's eyes flashed, and the next moment, Shen Zhong and others fled towards the mountains and forests without hesitation.

"Brother Shen, aren't you going to fight me? Why are you in such a hurry to leave?" Hei Yu appeared in front of Shen Zhong in an instant like a ghost.

Shen Zhong's face was grim, and his voice was hoarse: "Old Black Ghost, please give me a way out---"

"Hmph!" Hei Yu didn't bother to pay attention at all. He moved and started fighting with Shen Zhong.

The guests invited by Zhuo Tianhu, seeing that the dust had settled, all came forward to lend a hand.

Soon, the masters brought by the Lei family were subdued by everyone, and everyone knew what was waiting for them without having to think about it.

....................

Zhuo Tianhu frowned slightly and sneered, this Bai Zichen is decisive!

But, can you run away?

Murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and his body moved like a breeze, disappearing in an instant. When he reappeared, he was already above Bai Zichen's head, and slashed down with a palm from a distance!

"die!"

"Chila!"

The huge silver blade descended in an instant, and Bai Zichen was immediately scared to death. The cyan gold light on his body surged, but he was unable to resist it at all.

"Crack!"

When the protective light curtain on his body completely shattered, Bai Zichen's face turned pale, and his eyes were filled with extreme fear: "I am the disciple of the old temple master. If you kill me, the master will definitely not let you go!"

"Humph!"

Zhuo Tianhu snorted coldly, his eyes filled with even more murderous intent, and the power of his air blade surged again.

"I'm waiting for him to come!"

"No!" Bai Zichen's face was filled with despair.

"Brother Zhuo, spare his life!"

When an old voice was heard, an old man in a blue-gray robe and with white hair and beard descended from the sky like an immortal.

The moment he appeared, the whole world seemed to be suddenly still. A barely perceptible golden light fell on the silver air blade, wiping it out in the blink of an eye.

Zhuo Tianhu's expression changed for the first time. He looked at the old man deeply and sneered, "Old Daoist ghost, I didn't expect you to come in person!"

"For my Zhuo family, you, Baiyun Temple, have really invested a lot! Even the old master of Baiyun Temple, who is famous throughout Jiangnan Province, showed up!"

"Shouldn't my Zhuo family feel honored?"

The old man's expression remained unchanged. He waved and pulled the ecstatic Bai Zichen behind him, saying with a smile, "Brother Zhuo, you misunderstood!"

"I didn't come here to cause trouble for the Zhuo family! I don't know what's going on between the Lei family and my disciple. As for the offense committed by my disciples, please forgive me, Brother Zhuo. I will punish them when I return!"

Zhuo Tianhu narrowed his eyes and said nothing. What on earth did this old fox mean?

He suddenly appeared here, if there was nothing wrong, he would never believe it. But he suddenly lowered his posture so much, what conspiracy did he have?

Unfortunately, this old guy just easily deflected his attack. His strength was too terrifying, so he didn't dare to attack rashly.

"Since you don't know, I believe you!"

"Thank you, Brother Zhuo!"

"But---" Zhuo Tianhu said coldly: "This Bai Zichen is colluding with the Lei family and wants to destroy our Zhuo family. He must stay today!"

Dao Qingyi frowned slightly and said, "Zichen is my elite disciple from Baiyun Temple. I'm sorry I can't agree to Brother Zhuo's request!"

Zhuo Tianhu sneered and his body disappeared in an instant.

"Then let's meet Zhenzhang!"

"You step back!" Dao Qingyi casually sent Bai Zichen to a big tree behind him. Looking at the void in front of him, his eyes flashed with brilliance and he pointed with one finger.

"break!"

"Om---"

When he pointed his finger, the void seemed to be a lake where a stone was thrown into, and ripples appeared instantly.

The void trembled, and Zhuo Tianhu, who had disappeared, staggered. Silver light condensed from his body and turned into a shocking sword light, slashing out!

The blade light crossed the sky, which was several feet long. The air was torn into pieces in an instant, making a sharp buzzing sound. The Taoist Qingyi in the air also had a slightly solemn expression. He clasped his hands together, and suddenly a huge illusory figure appeared behind him.

The figure was extremely blurry, but when it appeared, it brought with it an extremely powerful pressure. Then he slapped towards the sword light with one palm.

"Demon-suppressing handprint!"

boom!

As he moved, the blurry figure behind him also slapped out with a palm. In an instant, the void shook, and a huge handprint covering the sky and the sun came down with a bang.

"boom!"

A deafening bang sounded, and it was as if a neutron bomb exploded in the air. A huge heat wave spread in all directions with great force. Wherever it went, sand and rocks flew and trees shattered.

When the people watching from a distance saw this scene, their faces were shocked to the extreme and they retreated backwards one after another.

"Is this the Grandmaster's method? It's terrifying! This kind of destructive power is simply beyond human power!"

"Master of Martial Arts, your reputation is truly well-deserved!"

"But who is that old man? Why does he seem even more powerful than Grandmaster Zhuo? Could he also be a Grandmaster?"

As everyone's expressions changed, an old man said with a scorching gaze, "He's not a Grandmaster—but he's even scarier than a Grandmaster!"

"Because he is Dao Qingyi!"

"Langya Mountain, the old abbot of Baiyun Temple, the legendary Divine Master, a peerless master comparable to a martial arts master!"

After a brief silence, the crowd suddenly burst into exclamations.

"So he is the old abbot of Baiyun Temple!"

"This, this is simply the old immortal!"

"I wonder if Master Zhuo is his match?"

Ignoring everyone's comments, Tang Qiubai looked solemn. Zhuo Tianhu had just entered the realm of transformation and was definitely no match for this veteran master of the divine realm. He wondered if his teacher had given him any introduction during his retreat.

Zhuo Rufeng, Heiyu and others also looked unhappy. The old abbot of Baiyun Temple was a legendary strong man. Could Zhuo Tianhu be his opponent?

The answer is obviously no.

Under everyone's gaze, the smoke and dust settled, Zhuo Tianhu's face turned pale, a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and he stood in front of a huge pit in a rather embarrassed manner.

Dao Qingyi's face flushed, he was still breathing heavily. He stood in the air, clasped his fists towards him and said, "Brother Zhuo, thank you for letting me do this!"

Zhuo Tianhu's face was grim, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Humph, it's not the end yet, how do you know I will definitely lose?"

Before he finished speaking, a low roar suddenly came from his body, and when the blue and gold energy intertwined, the momentum exploded to its peak.

Dao Qingyi raised his eyebrows slightly, but shook his head and said, "I didn't come here to fight you to the death."

"Hmph! Stop talking nonsense!" Zhuo Tianhu moved his body like a meteor, tearing through the air, and like a roc spreading its wings, striking the sky, and punched Dao Qingyi.

Dao Qingyi's face changed slightly, and he grabbed the air with his right hand. Fine golden threads suddenly appeared and instantly wrapped around Dao Qingyi's body.

"Golden thread!"

Zhuo Tianhu's body stiffened and was immediately entangled by the golden silk thread. He roared for a while, but was unable to break free.

Dao Qingyi chuckled, "Brother Zhuo, I'm sorry, I'm going to your house to get something! From now on, we're done with each other!"

Before he could say anything, his figure disappeared, and when he reappeared, he was already above the Zhuo family's backyard.

Everyone's faces were shocked, but before he could make any move, suddenly, an overwhelming pressure came down.

"roll!"

boom----

This voice was like thunder from the nine heavens, shaking everyone's hearts and minds. Just as they were about to kneel on the ground, Dao Qingyi's expression suddenly changed drastically. A golden light burst out from his body, and a small silver sword flew out from his body. It hovered in front of his chest as if facing a formidable enemy, and he shouted coldly: "Who exactly are you, sir?"

"How can you be considered a hero if you hide yourself in secret? Do you dare to come out and see me?"

After a while, a sneer was suddenly heard.

"See me? Are you worthy?!"

Dao Qingyi's face suddenly turned ugly, and he said angrily: "You are just a coward. Don't think that I can't do anything to you just because you hide underground!"

His hand seal changed, and the small sword on his chest suddenly glowed with golden light, turning into a giant golden sword about ten feet long. With a wave of his hand, it slashed towards the courtyard!

"court death!"

When a cold roar sounded, the world was silent for a moment. A figure in white took a step forward like a god, and punched towards the golden giant sword as if shrinking the earth into an inch.

This punch was colorless and dull, as if there was not even a sound of the wind, but it seemed to carry the pressure of the entire world and instantly hit the golden giant sword.

"Click---"

With a crisp cracking sound, the seemingly indestructible golden giant sword shattered into pieces!