’Bang!’
Hong Tianbao crushed the phone in his hand.
He took a deep breath several times, found another phone, and continued to browse through the messages on the Divine Net, confirming again and again.
Jiangzhou has fallen.
In the photos taken from afar, the setting sun was crimson, and a bloody shell enshrouded the entire huge city.
Divine Descent.
A Divine Descent that covers an entire city.
Hong Tianbao’s expression was gloomy, as he quietly dialed a call to his young disciple.
’Hello, the number you have dialed is not in service area.....’
Then to his first and second disciples.
Still unable to get through.
His old hand trembled, uncontrollably, letting out a soft sigh.
The chubby old man lowered his eyelids.
The Flesh Plague, not even an ordinary Flesh Plague, had taken root in his body for far too long, beyond even his master’s ability to remove.
He was never going to live for many more years; his mind, rarely at peace, had only one thought—to cultivate a successor—what was the outcome?
"Ha, haha..."
Hong Tianbao, in his daze, also made a call to his third disciple.
’Beep——’
"Hello? Master, you’ve finally remembered me?" The cheerful voice of Little Child came from the other end of the phone.
Eh?
Hong Tianbao gripped the phone tightly, cautiously controlling his strength, afraid of crushing it again, speaking with a tremor:
"Dongxi, where are you?"
"In the waiting area, I rushed here yesterday, and can only fly to Chongyang City tomorrow. I missed you and came to see you."
Hong Tianbao’s lips trembled:
"Do you know what happened in Jiangzhou?"
"Changes? What changes? Let me check the Divine Net....."
A moment later.
Lin Dongxi’s voice came through, tinged with crying:
"Senior Brother, Second Senior Sister, and Little Junior Brother..."
Her voice grew more tearful:
"Clearly, everything was fine just yesterday, we even had dinner together, Little Junior Brother even snatched my bun, wuu wuu..."
Hong Tianbao closed his eyes:
"Come to Chongyang first, then we’ll talk, then we’ll talk..."
His heart twitched painfully, comforting Lin Dongxi with a few words, reminding her to be sure to stay safe before finally hanging up.
"Western Sect."
"Western Sect..."
Hong Tianbao’s lips quivered, his fists clenched tightly, a swirling frenzy of anger in his chest, that fury eventually turned into a sigh.
Powerless.
He was a Grandmaster but was as crippled as a top-tier Martial Arts Master.
"Uncle Tianbao, what happened?"
A middle-aged man walked over, smiling:
"Is it that your disciples all died in Jiangzhou?"
Hong Tianbao looked at him coldly.
The middle-aged man consoled him:
"It’s alright, Uncle Tianbao. Even if they hadn’t died in Jiangzhou, when they come to Chongyang for the contest, they’d be beaten to death by me anyway, maybe even more miserably..."
Hong Tianbao moved like a rabbit, his internal organs bursting with thunder, his mouth overflowing with light, his eyes shining with divine brilliance, he pounced ferociously towards the middle-aged man!
’Whoosh!’
A bamboo chopstick tore through the air, piercing the palm of the chubby old man, drilling into the lake nearby.
The lake exploded into waves dozens of meters high.
"Third Junior Brother, why are you regressing, attacking the younger generation?" A white-haired elder in a long robe spoke blandly from afar,
He was over two meters tall, and even with his stooped back, exuded an overwhelming sense of pressure.
Hong Tianbao pressed his lips, saying coldly:
"If I hadn’t been infected with the Flesh Plague..."
"Why spout harsh words?" The white-haired elder waved his hand dismissively from afar: "Quietly wait for death, Third Junior Brother."
The middle-aged man also bowed to Hong Tianbao:
"I’ll be leaving first then, Uncle Tianbao."
He laughed:
"Now that all your disciples are gone, it’s a great thing, I must go buy a roast goose, have a proper drink tonight."
The master and student left gracefully.
After a while.
’Wow!’
Hong Tianbao coughed up a mouthful of blood, enraged.
He tremblingly pulled out a White Bone Lotus Seed prepared for his young disciple, staring at it blankly, lost in thought.
......
Jiangzhou.
Supporting the injured Uncle Yu and Aunt Li,
The three walked on the Flesh and Blood Fungus, hearing pounding noises coming from some buildings sealed by the fungus.
Many civilians hiding in their homes were completely sealed inside.
Uncertain how long they walked, phones and watches were long damaged, no sunlight could be seen, under the shroud of the flesh veil, the world was pitch black.
Even the wind was gone.
Finally, they reached the city edge.
Zhang Fusheng reached out, lightly touching the slippery, moist flesh veil, its texture similar to the fungus on the ground, yet the two were entirely incomparable,
He tried using Yin Snake True Intent, pressing with his palm, unleashing Power, yet the mighty force alongside Yin Snake True Intent vanished into nothingness.
Not a ripple was stirred.
Zhang Fusheng, unwilling to concede, his body swelled, transformed into a rotting giant, with a muffled roar!
"Break!!"
He crashed mightily into the flesh veil, which remained motionless, not even the tiniest threads of blood atop it broke!
"Fusheng..." Li Qiuhua spoke softly: "It’s useless."
The giant said nothing, his chest heaving, each breath sending airwaves rolling.
Great Tide True Intent!
True Thunder Intent!
Tide-Birth Palm!
No matter how he struck the flesh veil, the result was the same.
Yu Chengzhong, with an arm missing, spoke somberly:
"A fungus formed by the Flesh Plague is manageable, but this veil, even a Grandmaster cannot breach it."
"Only an Innate Realm master coming could shake it slightly."
"Fusheng....."
Before he could finish.
Both saw Little Fusheng—uh, should say Big Fusheng,
slit both palms, bit through his tongue,
formed seals, moved forward, stepped, shouted!
"Hit!!"
Dazzling white thunderbolts burst from his tongue tip, smashing into the flesh veil, which even a force of a million pounds couldn’t budge, swayed, dissolving a several meters wide, two or three meters deep pit!