Mythical Cultivation

Hearing Gao Mingyuan's shouting, Zhou Ling, who was standing in front of him, did not show any sign of panic. He just smiled slightly, bowed to Shen Hao and said:

"I'm sure you two are the renowned Black Dragon Village leaders! Meeting you today, I can see you're truly extraordinary. My two brothers and I came here by accident, and we have absolutely no intention of opposing your village. I hope you two leaders will be magnanimous and show some mercy, allowing us a chance to live."

Zhou Ling secretly thought that he and Wu Qi were unknown in the martial arts world, and he expected the two village chiefs across from him to be unaware of their true identities. So he might as well bluff and test their reaction.

On the other side, Shen Hao was stunned for a moment after hearing what Zhou Ling said, and then he burst into laughter:

"Hahaha, if you two are really like you say, and have no intention of becoming our enemies, then why are you hiding so much? Why don't you just take off your veils and be honest with each other? That way, I, Shen, can know who our friends are.

As long as you two are sincere, I, Shen Hao, am definitely not a bloodthirsty person, and we might even become friends in the future."

As soon as he finished speaking, his eyes were like burning flames, staring at Zhou Ling and Wu Ming fiercely, as if he wanted to see through them.

At this time, bursts of metal clashing sounds were heard in the air. The weapons wielded by the four people flashed with cold light, intertwined and collided with each other. The intensity of the sound was in sharp contrast to the words they were talking about.

"Haha, what Village Master Shen said is absolutely right. In that case, why don't we just take off this troublesome veil and shake hands and make peace?"

Zhou Ling smiled heartily, seemingly very open-minded, but at the same time, he winked slightly at Wu Ming beside him without making any expression, conveying a secret signal that only the two of them understood.

Wu Ming understood Zhou Ling's intention immediately. Although he remained relaxed on the surface, he had actually prepared his tactics and was ready to strike.

Just as Wu Ming and Zhou Ling's hands slowly reached for the veils on their faces, the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

Suddenly, Zhou Ling unleashed a powerful, unpredictable force, his palm whistling out like a ferocious cheetah, pouncing on Shen Hao, who was less than three meters away. Almost at the same moment, Wu Ming, without hesitation, unleashed a punch, striking Gao Mingyuan, who was standing not far away, with the force of a thunderbolt.

However, facing this sudden attack, Shen Hao seemed to have been prepared.

From the very beginning, he had been paying close attention to Zhou Ling and Wu Qi's every move, not daring to take it lightly at all.

The reason he had said those words just now was simply to paralyze the other party, to make them mistakenly believe that he had truly let down his guard. To see if he could find out their background, and also to buy more time for the brothers in the village to rush to support him.

Seeing Zhou Ling taking the lead in attacking, Shen Hao snorted coldly, dodged the palm strike cleverly.

At this moment, Zhou Ling's extremely fierce palm wind came like a storm, and was about to hit Shen Hao hard.

However, facing such a fierce attack, Shen Hao was not in a hurry at all. He quickly raised his right hand, extended an index finger, and pointed it straight at Zhou Ling's face with lightning speed.

This is his famous skill - Earth-Splitting Finger! His fingering is exquisite and powerful.

Zhou Ling had originally intended to use his words to distract the other party, then attack him unexpectedly, thus achieving his goal. However, he had never expected that Shen Hao, the leader of the Black Dragon Village, would be such a cautious person, and his plan was instantly dashed.

Furthermore, the speed and force of Shen Hao's attack completely caught Zhou Ling off guard. Instantly, a bone-chilling chill surged from the depths of his heart, sending Zhou Ling shuddering. Knowing he couldn't resist the blow head-on, he quickly withdrew his hand and focused all his energy on blocking the incoming Earth-Splitting Finger.

Unfortunately, Zhou Ling lost the initiative and was on the defensive from the start. Shen Hao seized the opportunity and unleashed the full power of his Earth-Splitting Finger. His fingers moved in unison, unleashing a continuous stream of powerful force that lashed out at Zhou Ling like a dense rain of raindrops.

Zhou Ling dodged left and right, exhausted. Although he could occasionally counterattack, he was unable to reverse the situation. For a moment, palm shadows flew between the two, and finger energy crisscrossed, making the fight difficult to resolve.

"Swish, swish, swish..." Sharp sounds of breaking through the air echoed one after another, without stopping. A dazzling, earth-shattering finger force, like lightning streaking across the dark night sky, suddenly burst out from Shen Hao's fingertips.

This finger force contained a terrifying power that shook the world, and it was exactly the unique skill of Shen Hao's Earth-Splitting Finger.

Wherever the finger force passed, the vital energy of heaven and earth within a three-foot radius was violently stirred, forming a huge air vortex that pointed towards Zhou Ling.

In a flash, Zhou Ling dodged the sharp finger force like a ghost. However, the finger force did not dissipate. Its powerful force continued to move forward, fiercely striking the bluestone slabs on the ground.

There was a loud "bang," as if a mountain had collapsed and the earth had split apart. Countless pieces of rubble instantly flew up and scattered everywhere like flowers from heaven. Looking at the once incredibly solid bluestone slab, a deep hole had been punched into it.

Looking closely, I could see deep holes on the bluestone slab. These holes were about an inch wide and three or four inches deep, which looked shocking.

What is even more surprising is that the edge of the hole is as round and smooth as a mirror, without any flaws, just like a masterpiece drilled by a carefully polished drill bit.

It is not difficult to imagine that if these terrifying forces hit Zhou Ling's body, I am afraid that Zhou Ling's body will immediately have hideous holes, blood splattered everywhere, it would be a horrible sight.

Such an astonishingly powerful finger technique is truly worthy of Shen Hao’s famous skill that has made him famous in the martial arts world - the Earth-Splitting Finger!

However, although Zhou Ling was temporarily at a disadvantage because he lost the initiative due to a momentary negligence, he was no ordinary person.

Facing Shen Hao's ferocious attack, he remained calm, his palms flying as he unleashed one icy palm after another. Each palm strike brought with it a gust of biting cold wind, which whistled past, chilling the air wherever it passed, even the air seemed to be frozen.

When this extremely cold palm wind fell to the ground, everyone was surprised to find that thick frost quickly formed on the ground.