Beauty Chairwoman’s Bodyguard Expert

Capítulo 1402: Chapter 1395: Slaying Chang Sungsong

“Is that so? Well, remember this, when you meet King Yan, don’t forget the person who killed you is Lu Tianxing.”

Listening to Chang Sungsong’s words, Lu Tianxing’s eyes were icy, unmoved in the slightest. He took a step forward, his figure moving like lightning, appearing beside Chang Sungsong, raising his palm and striking down as if the sky was turning upside down. In his palm, True Qi surged like a tide, carrying the might of heaven and earth to suppress him.

“What terrifying power.”

Feeling the fluctuation of Lu Tianxing’s True Qi, Chang Sungsong’s pupils shrank suddenly, his eyes revealing a mocking smile. His arm trembled, and the longbow in his hand was immediately tossed aside. Likewise, his palm flipped, and True Qi spread out, directly deploying his proudest move, Soul Capturing Hand, enveloping Lu Tianxing’s head. The surging True Qi seemed to come alive, crazily swarming towards Lu Tianxing’s head.

Suddenly, Lu Tianxing felt his mind become somewhat hazy, as if something in his body was about to burst out, and his expression became somewhat dazed.

Soul Capturing Hand, a frightening skill that could manipulate a person’s mind with True Qi, could ensnare someone unknowingly, not even realizing how they died. Close combat was Chang Sungsong’s real strength, using a bow to attack Lu Tianxing was merely one of his tactics, which was why he showed no fear as Lu Tianxing charged at him.

“What an eerie True Qi fluctuation, actually causing my mind to waver. Unfortunately for you, you met me. The Creation Source Technique can refine all kinds of alien True Qi. Soul Capturing means nothing to me.”

Lu Tianxing let out a cold smile, the Creation Source Technique rumbling within him like a river washing through, and the invading alien True Qi vanished without a trace.

“What, that’s impossible, how could you completely expel my True Qi.”

At this moment, Chang Sungsong’s face changed drastically, unable to believe Lu Tianxing had expelled all his True Qi in an instant. Even more, he didn’t expect the power Lu Tianxing displayed to be so terrifying, far beyond ordinary middle-stage Mythical levels.

“Great Brahma Palm.”

Surprised by Lu Tianxing’s strength but not slowing down, Chang Sungsong immediately executed another supreme technique; the once eerie, soul-capturing True Qi vanished without a trace. A faint golden light spread from his palm, enveloping his entire body, his momentum overpowering.

The golden True Qi enveloped him, his arms moving, each hand transformed into a myriad of palm shadows. Each shadow pounded with terrifying might, like mountains collapsing and seas overturning. In an instant, countless palm shadows bore down on Lu Tianxing, threatening to crush him into pulp.

“Lu Tianxing, you should feel grateful. You’re the first in such a low realm to make me use the Great Brahma Palm. To die by my hand, you should count it as having completed your merit.”

Chang Sungsong said arrogantly, without any pause, unleashing palm shadows imbued with the power of a great mountain, pressing down on Lu Tianxing. Each shadow seemed to contain a Golden Armored Celestial, overwhelming in power, as if able to shatter even a giant mountain.

The palm shadows loomed like mountains, layer upon layer, crushing down with absolute force.

“Ha, is that so? Then I really should feel honored. Unfortunately, the one who will die today is you, not me.”

Lu Tianxing laughed aloud, and suddenly several True Qi arms emerged from behind him, all shaped by True Qi, not flesh and blood. Once again Lu Tianxing employed the six ultimate techniques he used to kill three strong foes from the Holy Mountain. True Qi roared as he simultaneously executed six different supreme arts.

One hand wielding the Unbeatable Emperor Fist, its force like a mountain; one hand with the Sky Flipping Seal, one seal flipping the sky; one hand with the Sword Technique, Sword Qi like waves, layer upon layer; one hand transforming into the Dragon Claw Hand, unstoppable; one hand using the Iron Blood Battle Halberd, blood and rust swirling around like a battlefield. The last hand carried no specific technique but fell with terrifying power, like a towering mountain crashing down. The golden palm shadows were torn apart instantly, like decay crumbling away.

“What, the Great Brahma Palm was actually broken! Is this guy really at middle-stage Mythical?”