Urban All-Round Master

Chapter 1261: Chapter 1295: The Power of the Yellow Talisman

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Thousands of Wing Arrows crazily rained down from the sky like a torrential downpour, trapping Jipu Qingshou solidly in the center.

At this moment, Jipu Qingshou’s divination master was almost ineffective in resisting.

It is well known that Eastern Cultivators are unbeatable in close combat, and even if trained by Nightmare Masters, they cannot compare to physical experts like Meng Chanji.

“Damn it!”

Jipu Qingshou was so anxious his old eyes blurred, wanting to break through the siege, but the pressure from the Wing Arrows only intensified!

If he were hit by those Wing Arrows, Jipu Qingshou simply couldn’t withstand it.

“Roar…”

Suddenly! With nowhere to retreat, Jipu Qingshou opened his mouth to roar loudly, and a large Yellow Talisman soared skyward from behind him.

The yellow light shone brightly as Jipu Qingshou’s palm revealed the Ancient copper coin that had just been shattered, which then gradually expanded into an unyielding shield.

“Shoo, shoo, shoo…”

The Wing Arrows, shooting down like purple light, struck heavily one after another on the enormous shield in front of Jipu Qingshou.

“Pop! Pop! Pop!”

The Wing Arrows smashed down, emitting a dazzling purple brilliance.

But that massive Yellow Talisman mixed with an unmatched force descended from the sky, covering Meng Chanji.

The power contained within the talisman was so overwhelming that Meng Chanji himself was unsure if he could break free.

The battle here grew fiercer, and Lin Zifeng’s fight was equally intense.

After the fighters from Talent Pavilion controlled the heavenly warplane, Lin Zifeng unleashed his Gray Dragon Hand relentlessly, using all his might to destroy those annoying aircraft in the sky one by one.

However, although the aircraft above were gone, Lin Zifeng’s Magic Bracelet leapt over his chest, and with his eyes wide open, he saw an aircraft quickly approaching and silhouettes jumping out one after another from its cabin door.

Their looks were peculiar, resembling ninjas yet distinct from them.

With overwhelming killing aura, Lin Zifeng felt a chill down his spine just by glancing.

“Iga Ninja!”

Lin Zifeng roared with bloodshot eyes.

But after landing, those ninjas disappeared entirely!

“Earth Escape Technique!”

A slender, beautiful, violet-eyed lady from Talent Pavilion warned.

“Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz…”

The hard ground scattered dust, and lumps like coiling dragons quickly rose.

Lin Zifeng knew they had started coming his way.

“Everyone retreat!”

Lin Zifeng shouted loudly, unleashing his Gray Dragon Hand, performing the Slaughter Nine Forms, striding forward swiftly, while a Gray Dragon Totem hovered behind him, shocking everyone as they saw Lin Zifeng merge into black light and blend with the Gray Dragon.

“Boom boom boom!”

The ground trembled, a Dragon Roar echoed through the world, delving underground and frantically slaying the ninjas.

Puff, puff, puff!

Countless blood flowers burst from the ground, and one by one, bodies were thrown up from below.

The final bit of black light soared skyward from below.

“Aw aw…”

Dragon Roar thundered, as the black dragon’s body quickly burst forth from the ground.

The dragon body pierced the sky, spinning in the clear blue above before plunging back down toward the ground.

“Boom!”

Dirt flew, smoke swirled thick.

Upon landing, Lin Zifeng reverted to his true form, but massive energy fluctuations swept beneath the ground.

The rumbling continued endlessly.

“Pop!”

The ground exploded, launching a body shattered by energy waves from below, exploding into pieces midair.

“Pop! Pop! Pop!”

Soil burst from seven or eight pits around the hill, all the Iga Ninjas were pulverized under the intense energy waves!

“Boom!”

The Yellow Talisman fell, emitting a deathly aura wrapping around Meng Chanji, and then the strange forces within completely enveloped him.

“Collect!”

Seizing the moment, Jipu Qingshou twitched his fingers, and the Yellow Talisman shrank swiftly, tightening around Meng Chanji, ruthlessly squeezing his body as if to crush him into paste.

“Dream-named, long time no see, do you still remember your old friend?”

Then, as Meng Chanji was trapped, a familiar yet elderly heavy voice suddenly rang from afar.

Instantly, Meng Chanji’s eyebrows furrowed deeply.

One Sub-Saint Realm expert was challenging enough, and now another had arrived, undoubtedly giving Meng Chanji a headache.

“Go! Everyone, leave Fusang now!”

Exerting all his strength, Meng Chanji howled skyward, eyes bloodshot; the Yellow Talisman’s power was immense, and he wasn’t confident in breaking it quickly, with that old Iga man around adding to his troubles.

“Retreat!”

The Talent Pavilion people didn’t hesitate, led by the one who could freeze time, they fled toward another direction of the barren mountain.

Though the Talent Pavilion was strong, here in Fusang, a powerful dragon cannot suppress a local snake, not to mention Heavenly Martial Society, Iga, and Jipu, none of whom are easy to coexist with.

“Aren’t you leaving yet?!”

A young boy suddenly realized Lin Zifeng had no intention of leaving, instead burning with fighting spirit, trying to launch himself into another battle against the soon-arriving expert.

“Everyone, leave!”

From within the Yellow Talisman, Meng Chanji’s voice transmitted out, clearly indicating his dire situation.

The power within this Yellow Talisman rivaled that of the Ancient Copper Coin, with particularly tight constriction once wrapped, making it insurmountable.

Over time, it would sap away internal Primordial Energy instead.

Lin Zifeng couldn’t just walk away after witnessing Meng Chanji trapped.

“Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz,”

The Magic Bracelet leapt more fiercely, a dominant stream of Primordial Energy surged into his body, instantly reviving the Vital Energy he had exhausted.

“Well, then for one last fight, if I lose, I, Lin Zifeng, will accept my fate!”

With a firm resolve, he no longer cared about anything else.

He gathered all his Vital Energy and unleashed his strongest Totem Ultimate Skill, transforming into a large, winding black dragon towards Jipu Qingshou to entrap and buy Meng Chanji some time.

The black, stone-like dragon body swept up the scattered rocks around and rapidly reached Jipu Qingshou, ferociously swinging its gigantic form, aiming to catch him and gain time for Meng Chanji.

“You ant! I spared you when you cleared my Martial Arts Arena, and yet you linger here today? Are you tired of living?!”

Jipu Qingshou snorted coldly, nearly dismissing the enormous dragon body.