Murano Momo is a cunning doctor

Chapter 1224 Hidden secrets

Suddenly, the disheveled Taoist's figure blurred again, carrying a chilling black wind, and rushed straight towards Jiang Xiaochuan!

This time, Jiang Xiaochuan was well-prepared. He used the Bagua Step to narrowly avoid the ghostly claw that was aimed at the ancient jade in front of his chest.

At the same time, he pointed his fingers like a sword and struck the slovenly Taoist's vital point under his ribs with lightning speed.

However, when the finger force touched the other person's body, it felt like touching a piece of waterlogged cowhide.

A recoil force traveled through his fingertips, causing Jiang Xiaochuan's arm to go slightly numb.

"What a hard body!"

Jiang Xiaochuan was secretly alarmed.

This is by no means an ordinary external martial arts technique; it is more like a body that has been enhanced by some kind of evil energy.

The slovenly Taoist priest missed his first attack, but his movements didn't stop. His other hand, formed from black energy, spread its five fingers wide, and a black hole reappeared in the palm, enveloping Jiang Xiaochuan with an even stronger suction force.

"Xiao Chuan, attack his spiritual platform!"

The experienced Feng Ji loudly reminded him from the side.

Before advancing to the Nirvana Realm, Jiang Xiaochuan revealed Hattori Hanzo's existence and the threat he posed to him.

Seeing Jiang Xiaochuan's alarmed appearance, Feng Ji guessed that this matter must be related to Hattori Hanzo.

Knowing Jiang Xiaochuan's intention in preventing him from making a move, Feng Ji became fully alert, his Nirvana Realm spiritual power spreading outwards in dense array.

In case Hattori Hanzo suddenly makes a move and catches them off guard.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Xiaochuan's eyes narrowed. The Lingtai is the core of a martial artist's consciousness. If the slovenly Taoist is being controlled, this must be the weak point.

He channeled his spiritual energy into his right hand, and the force of his fist, imbued with spiritual energy, slammed straight towards the slovenly Taoist's brow!

"Oh!"

The fist landed precisely, but Jiang Xiaochuan's expression changed – instead of the expected hardness or collapse, it felt like hitting a soft ball of cotton.

The force was instantly dissipated, and a faint layer of black energy even appeared between the brows of the disheveled Taoist, completely enveloping the power of his punch.

"It's no use?"

Jiang Xiaochuan's heart sank. Before he could even throw a punch to retaliate, a red light flashed in the slovenly Taoist's eyes. His intact left hand grabbed his wrist like an iron clamp, while his right shoulder sank and his arm, shrouded in black energy, slammed into his chest!

"Well!"

Jiang Xiaochuan was caught off guard and was hit squarely.

A surge of brute force spread through his chest, his bones cracked softly, and excruciating pain instantly swept through his entire body.

Fortunately, his physical body was already far superior to that of a grandmaster. Although the blow made him sweat profusely, it did not cause a fatal injury.

Strangely, after his successful attack, the slovenly Taoist priest did not press his advantage. Instead, he froze in place, his body beginning to convulse violently.

It felt as if two completely different forces were tearing him apart inside his body.

"ho ho"

A strange sound squeezed out of his throat, neither like a human voice nor like a beast's roar, hoarse with a twisted madness that sent chills down one's spine.

"No... I didn't expect... that... Damn it..."

He spoke haltingly, his voice rising and falling as if two people were talking at the same time. His eyes were fixed on Jiang Xiaochuan's neck, revealing both greed for the ancient jade and a hint of struggle.

"...So...that thing around your neck...is bound to..."

"No!"

His tone abruptly changed, as if he had suddenly broken free from some kind of restraint. His eyes cleared for a moment, but were then filled with extreme hatred as he roared, "You must have killed my son! Pay for my son's life!!"

The roar made the surrounding air buzz, and the slovenly Taoist priest threw his head back and let out a long howl.

His body surged with energy, and black mist spewed out from his seven orifices!

The pressure, which was already close to the Nirvana Realm, was suddenly amplified, and the surrounding air was distorted and deformed by this violent force.

Combustion Power!

Jiang Xiaochuan's expression hardened, then he was filled with astonishment: Son? Tang Long is his son?

Based on the memories retrieved, Tang Long grew up without parents and was raised through hardship in the city.

However, if the slovenly Taoist priest is indeed Tang Long's father, it would explain why he would stay at the Rising Dragon Boxing Arena, waiting patiently for Tang Long's return.

He subconsciously turned to look at Feng Ji, only to see that Feng Ji also looked astonished, clearly not expecting this hidden story either.

At that moment, a thought suddenly flashed through his mind.

Could it be... that Hattori Hanzo isn't even in this area?

He quickly thought: If Hattori Hanzo were personally in charge here, he would never allow the slovenly Taoist to suffer such a loss.

Now, the slovenly Taoist can not only burn his own internal energy, but also suddenly has a burning desire for revenge.

It is highly likely that Hattori Hanzo only left behind the control command to "steal the ancient jade," but he did not expect his self-awareness to suddenly awaken, nor did he expect that the hidden story of the father-son relationship would disrupt the plan.

"He's insane! This guy is absolutely insane!"

Luo Gang, who was not far away, stared in disbelief and subconsciously swallowed.

He naturally understood what burning his inner energy meant—it was a desperate fighting style that came at the cost of damaging one's foundation and lifespan. Once unleashed, it could result in the complete loss of one's cultivation or even death on the spot.

The slovenly Taoist's ruthless and decisive actions sent a chill down his spine.

He instinctively shielded Du Hai behind him, watching him warily, fearing that he might suddenly launch a surprise attack.

Feng Ji was also shocked. After burning his energy, the disheveled Taoist, with the added benefit of the strange black energy, was already far stronger than an ordinary Grandmaster, and could even fight head-on with a Nirvana Realm warrior.

Even for him, taking down the other party in a short time would be no easy task, not to mention having to be wary of possible ambushes in the shadows.

But in this situation, Feng Ji dared not be distracted in the slightest. If even a slovenly Taoist priest was so troublesome, the consequences would be unimaginable if Hattori Hanzo were to suddenly make a move as well.

He could only hope that Jiang Xiaochuan would have a quick way to break the deadlock, otherwise their fate would definitely not be much better than that of the slovenly Taoist.

At that moment, Jiang Xiaochuan didn't have time to think any further.

Taking advantage of the moment when the opponent's aura continued to rise, a strange red light flashed out.

"go with!"

With a low shout from Jiang Xiaochuan, Bloodlust suddenly burst forth!

During its flight, a flash of red light appeared, and it instantly split into three, shooting towards the three vital points of a martial artist: the center of the chest, the space between the eyebrows, and the dantian.

"Puff puff!"

The three sharp sounds of blades piercing objects were almost simultaneous, closely overlapping, tearing through the black aura protecting the disheveled Taoist and easily penetrating his body.

Strangely, instead of the expected spurt of blood from the wound pierced by the dart, there were only wisps of thick black mist that were carried out and dissipated into the air as the dart passed through.

Upon seeing this, Jiang Xiaochuan's heart skipped a beat.

Based on its bloodlustful nature, once it pierces a living being's body, it will instantly activate its blood-sucking power.

It continuously absorbs the opponent's vital energy into the dart, transforming it into its own power.