Chapter 48

The sudden appearance of that arm shocked everyone. Even a third year senior like Zhen Zhuang Bi, who was in the Spirit Realm, had a change in expression.

Earlier, when Chen Zhou had used the Form Transformation Technique, he had already felt that something was amiss. Now, he was sure that there was an expert guiding him from behind.

This person's Manifestation Technique was much better than Chen Zhou's.

"Did you ask me if you were going to behave atrociously in my territory?!"

The taller three opened the folding fan with a snap and pointed towards the sky.

A dozen or so fan bones flew out from the folding fan, radiating with a dazzling light.

The scallops grew larger and larger in the sky, eventually forming a dozen dazzling swords.

These long swords circled around in the air and floated in the air. The tips of these swords were pointing at the huge black arm from a distance, waiting to be unleashed.

Following the direction of the third year's fingers, over ten long swords became beams of light and pierced forward.

The sword brought with it a gusting wind, so sharp that it seemed capable of piercing through the air.

This was the difference between a Xumi realm expert and an Ascending Realm cultivator. A Xumi realm cultivator could not only exude Qi from their body, they could also use Qi to control treasures.

At the ninth level of the Nascent Soul Stage, it wouldn't be difficult to kill someone from more than twenty miles away.

More than a dozen longswords, glowing with brilliant colors, pounced towards the black arm.

Although the third year of high school knew that the owner of that arm was very strong, he was a well-known figure in the Great Illusory world. Naturally, he couldn't admit defeat.

By contrast, Ms Zhen is more timid.

"Childish."

The dull sound appeared once again before he waved his hand.

A black palm covered in curly fur slapped on the swords, creating a crisp clanging sound.

All the swords were swept away, and not even the fur of the hand was damaged.

The long sword was swept away by the tremendous force. Some flew into the crowd and stabbed the onlookers who didn't have time to escape, some pierced the trees, and some were nailed into the walls.

The third year was stunned for a moment before he flew into a rage, "You look down on me?"

"You are only a cowardly tortoise, you don't even dare to show your true body!"

With a wave of his hand, he threw the folding fan out.

After the fan flew into the air, it suddenly opened up, forming a picture scroll that was hundreds of meters long.

The picture scroll trembled in the wind and was extremely magnificent.

The third year stood on one foot, rose into the air and landed on the surface of the fan, then pointed forward.

The fan rolled forward, and a moment later, it wrapped firmly around the black arm.

The third senior jumped onto his arms and pressed down with both hands, "Break for me!"

The longswords that had been knocked away all flew back and gathered in the air before quickly stabbing down.

The fan was tightly wrapped around his arm, and when he twisted his arm, it looked like a colorful python.

A dozen or so longswords brought with them a flowing light as they thrust into his arm with a 'pu pu pu' sound.

"Now I'll cripple your arm and let you reveal your true self!"

"Childish."

When the voice appeared, it said exactly the same two words.

With a loud bang, the fan on his arm was disintegrated.

Although the surface of the fan was not torn, there were many openings.

More than ten long swords also flew out. The way they rotated outside looked like a glowing fan.

The tall three were also sent flying by the immense force of his arm. When he landed on the ground, he staggered a few steps before barely managing to regain his footing.

He lowered his head and looked at the fan that was flying back. It was badly damaged.

This time, the longsword that was knocked away did not fly back again. Instead, it returned to its scallops and fell all around.

The seniors' faces paled, but they could not hold it back and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Chen Zhou laughed heartily. "You trash, who among you can stop me from leaving?"

An Zhan, I said that I had long since left you behind.

"Even if you win against me by a fluke today, you will still die without a doubt!"

He pointed at An Zaiyue and said, "Kill him! We don't owe each other anything!"

It was as if someone in the sky was sighing, and then that big hand smashed down towards the top of An Zeng's head.

That palm was too large, it could cover a hundred meters, and it was falling fast. With An Zhe's current strength, there was no way he could dodge it.

As for Qu Liuxi and Du, both of them were by his side. If anything happened to An Zhe, the three of them would die together.

Chen Xi suddenly grabbed Qu Liuxi and threw her out. At the same time, he kicked Du's skinny butt, "Let's go!"

After doing these two movements, he started to dodge to the side, but it was too late.

He saw his palm land on the ground twenty to thirty meters away.

Chen Shaobai, who was sitting on the rooftop, had a slight change in expression as he cursed "Idiot".

Then he made a hand seal with one hand and said, "Out."

Dingdang, the bronze bell in An Zeng's bosom suddenly flew out and rapidly grew in size, forming a bronze bell that latched onto An Zeng's head.

His palm landed heavily on the ground. It was a hundred meters large, and it crashed onto the ground.

Within a range of a hundred meters, all those who had no chance to escape were killed. The bluestone rubble shattered into dust.

A few large trees were directly smashed into wood scraps, and the walls of the courtyard were blown away by the hurricane.

The gravel and dust began to churn in an instant, and the sky darkened.

Everyone knew that the conflict was over.

Even the third year of high school of a Xumi realm warrior was not a match for that arm, let alone fighting for it.

Everyone could faintly hear a miserable shriek. Those who saw this scene widened their mouths in terror.

However, this scream did not come from An Zhan, but from the owner of the arm.

When the dust settled, the crowd discovered that there was a bloody hole in the palm!

Something like a bronze bell stood there, and Anjou was gone.

His palm struck the bell, and the bell pierced a hole through his palm.

The owner of this arm let out a miserable scream, followed by a trembling shout, "Bell … Why would there be a bell!"

After blocking the attack of the giant hand, the bronze bell returned to its original size. It flew around An Zeng once before suddenly flying away and disappearing.

Just when everyone and An Zaiyue were astonished, a muffled grunt came from far away. Then, an elderly figure flew out from the crowd and fled in a sorry state.

"Who's that?"

Some people questioned.

"Like trash Nine, who often mends the wok with tears on Nanshan Street?"

"Heavens, could he be the legendary Ninth Master Ghost Hand who can change the heavens and the earth?"

"If it was him, then we'll understand. He's the one who changed Chen Zhou's arm.

Ghost Hand Number Nine is too vicious, and is being chased by both the righteous and the evil. Who would have thought that he would be hiding in our illusory city.

It was said that he had already broken through the Xumi realm many years ago. It seemed that the rumors were true.

"It's reasonable that a senior with that kind of strength would not be able to defeat him."

"If he really is the Ghost Hand, Ol 'Nine, then who is he?"

What is that bell? '

"Why would a child who had just started cultivating have such a treasure?"

"This is a treasure that can automatically protect its master and can defeat Ghost Hand Nine. It can't be a gold or even a purple rank treasure!"

"Good stuff, really good stuff."

When they heard these words, the hearts of the people from the Martial Arts Academy turned heavy.

They knew very well that even if they were to survive this disaster, they wouldn't be able to live comfortably in the future.

That bronze bell saved the struggle for peace, but it also provoked countless evil people who coveted it.

Qu Liuxi and the fatty ran back to An Zaiyue to ask if An Zaiyue was alright.

An Zhan shook his head. "I'm fine."

Du looked up and down, making sure that there was nothing going on before he let out a sigh of relief. "You scared me to death. It's good that you're fine."

Qu Liuxi stretched out her hand to feel for An Xin's pulse, then she also relaxed. "It's nothing big. It's just that the injuries you suffered during the intense battle with Chen Zhou were not light. I'll bandage your wound first."

She ran back for the medicine box, then began to treat the wound for An Zhan.

At this moment, the azure beam of light was still chasing after Ghost Hand Nine.

Ghost Hand Number Nine looked very, very old, but his speed was still shocking fast.

But no matter in which direction he fled, the bronze bell would always chase after him.

At the end of the day, the Ghost Hand Nine constantly flashed above the house, and wherever he went, a bronze bell would sound out.

"You don't count!"

Ghost Hand Nine cried out mournfully as he ran, "You said we don't owe each other anything!"

Those who heard those words all turned to look at Chen Zhou. At the same time, Chen Zhou also had a stunned expression on his face, as if he did not know what had happened.

He only knew a little about the Chen family's secret, but he didn't know the secret behind it at all.

As far as he was concerned, Ghost Hand Nine was already an expert that could pass through the illusory world and live in peace. Who would have thought that he would be chased down to such a pathetic state by an unremarkable bronze bell.

On the rooftop, the black-robed Chen Shaobai laughed and muttered to himself: "Little Chen Qi, you don't even know why the Chen family exists. You don't know how your father succeeded either."

Since the Chen family was able to recruit a cultivator like Ghost Hand number nine, how could he be killed by your father, who was only in the Ascending Realm?

"I just miscalculated. I didn't expect a child like you, to have such deep schemes, to be the first to find out some of the Chen family's secrets for yourself … Unfortunately, you will never be able to come into contact with a deeper secret."

He stood up and looked at An Zhe. "Interesting person, please don't die so quickly. We haven't settled our differences yet."

With that, he turned around and disappeared.

The bronze bell was chasing Ghost Hand Nine, while Chen Zhou was standing there, dumbfounded.

After a while, people reacted and rushed towards him, "Beat him to death!"

"Beat that beast to death!"

Countless people swarmed towards Chen Zhou, and he crazily shouted for people to come out and help him.

Some of the hidden subordinates rushed out to take him away, but were soon surrounded and beaten up.

Chen Zhou continued to kill people, but in the end, he was still drowned by the crowd.

There were corpses lying on the ground, including Chen Zhou's subordinates and Chen Zhou himself.

All the anger was on him, and the bodies were unpreserved.

"What is that?"

The skinny Du pointed at the moving stream of light in the distance and asked.

An Zhan shook his head, "I … I don't know either."

"That's your item, how could you not know?"

"I really don't know. That thing was picked up by me. I just thought that the bronze bell was rather pretty and wanted to hang it around the good sir's neck, so I didn't think that it was some sort of treasure."

"This karmic luck of yours is really heaven-defying. You can pick up treasures at any time!"

Skinny Du patted Anjou for a while, then gave a pained grin.

Qu Liuxi said urgently, "Be gentler."

"Got it, got it. Lighter …"

"Is that light enough?"

An Zaiyue sighed, "You are truly despicable …"

In the distance, Ghost Hand Old Nine was still too old after all. In the end, he was still overtaken by the bronze bell.

The bell went in the back of his head, out of his forehead, and his head exploded in mid-air.

The body fell from high above, into a pulp.

The bronze bell transformed into a stream of light and flew back, circling around An Zhe a few times before flying in front of him.

An Xuan stretched out his hand, and the little bell fell into his palm.

At this moment, the surrounding people couldn't help but come over. Many people's eyes were shining with greed.