Grinding Cultivation Toward Martial Saint

Three Elements Daoist Temple.

In just a moment.

The situation became one-sided.

The yellow-robed Daoist held a sword in his right hand, while his left hand gathered Hand Palm Thunder, instantly putting Su Zhi in a precarious position.

At this moment, the injured Bai Luoyu also struggled to his feet from the ground.

"Master Su, retreat first!" Bai Luoyu's lips moved slightly, using the Sound Transmission into Secret Skill, and his voice directly reached Su Zhi's ears.

Su Zhi no longer hesitated in her heart.

After a simple exchange, she knew that although she was strong, she was not a match for this demon.

This demon's martial arts were not exceptional, probably not better than hers.

But his Taoist skills were too outstanding, with the assistance of the Summoning God Skill, he was on par with her in a direct confrontation.

He also mastered the Five Elements Taoist Skill and the superior Taoist skill Hand Palm Thunder.

Upon seeing the Hand Palm Thunder, she already had the intention to retreat.

Now that Bai Luoyu spoke, she no longer insisted.

Retreat!

With a thought, she moved. Before the yellow-robed Daoist could fully gather the Hand Palm Thunder, she stepped back to Bai Luoyu's side.

Her heel hooked upwards, and Bai Luoyu was instantly scooped up, floating upwards.

Her left hand reached back and grabbed him.

The five fingers seemed slender, without the strength to restrain a chicken.

But they firmly locked onto Bai Luoyu's body.

"Trying to escape!" The yellow-robed Daoist sneered coldly.

"Go!" he shouted.

Crack—

Thunder Light pierced through, as if tearing the void.

Boom!

Before Su Zhi could react, the Hand Palm Thunder had already struck in front of her.

So fast!

Only these two words formed a thought in her mind before she was hit by the Hand Palm Thunder thrown by the yellow-robed Daoist.

In an instant.

She flew backward with Bai Luoyu.

The Protective Gang Qi formed by True Yuan was directly shattered, and her body turned charred black.

Bai Luoyu's hair stood on end, his whole body pitch black.

"Such powerful Hand Palm Thunder!" Jiang Ning's eyes narrowed, inwardly shocked.

Su Zhi, as the Deputy Mansion Master of the Inspection Office, a top Fourth Grade expert.

Was wounded by a single Hand Palm Thunder.

Even Bai Luoyu, who was being held by Su Zhi, was also affected by the electric current, his hair standing on end.

At the same time.

After flying back several meters, Su Zhi stabilized her body.

The Martial Artist's strong physique and vigorous vitality made the seemingly terrifying Hand Palm Thunder barely break through her defenses.

She shook her sword, and True Yuan surged.

The charred skin on her chest fell away, revealing the flawless skin underneath, with a slight hint of charm.

The injuries seemed to have instantly healed, but Su Zhi did not underestimate them; instead, she became more solemn.

Because the Hand Palm Thunder was too fast, too fast!

Its sound was like thunder, but its speed was like light.

She could not react in time to block with her sword, relying only on the Protective Gang Qi and her body to withstand it.

How many times could she withstand such potent Hand Palm Thunder?

External injuries were manageable, but the internal injuries caused by the current instantly coursing through her body were much more troublesome.

Now she could feel waves of pain emanating from her internal organs.

Then, she gently expelled the impure energy from her five organs, which she had resolved.

Truly a superior Taoist skill.

Her attention became even more focused, her eyes fixed on the yellow-robed Daoist's movements.

Unable to block with her sword by reaction, she could only observe the yellow-robed Daoist's body movements to predict the landing of the Hand Palm Thunder.

As for escaping, she didn't dare to escape at all!

Running away unguarded, even exposing her back, would only lead to worse consequences for her.

"What, not escaping anymore?" The yellow-robed Daoist chuckled, stepping forward slowly.

Crackle—

His hand still flashed with Thunder Light.

Seeing Su Zhi staring intently at his left hand holding the Hand Palm Thunder, he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride.

Taoist skills were his lifetime's most proud achievement.

"Afraid to escape now?" The yellow-robed Daoist spoke again, the Hand Palm Thunder in his hand still gathered but not unleashed.

He continued, "Only in this era would you have the qualification to stand in front of me! If it were the Ancient Era, I would already be an immortal-like figure."

"Even Zhao Yulong, at that time, would have to kneel at my feet to have a chance to meet me."

Hearing such an extremely insulting remark, Su Zhi remained silent.

She only gripped her sword more tightly.

She understood as well that the Daoist was not exaggerating.

In the current era, just relying on Taoist skills could make her feel like facing a formidable enemy, not daring to act rashly.

In the Ancient Times, this Daoist would undoubtedly be terrifying.

Becoming an immortal ancestor might not have been impossible.

Seeing Su Zhi stay silent, the yellow-robed Daoist felt bored.

If someone of Su Zhi's status could engage with him for a few lines, it would give him great satisfaction.

But unfortunately, Su Zhi did not cooperate, instead holding her breath and focusing, as if ready to strike at any moment.

Facing someone like Su Zhi, a renowned expert, he dared not be too careless.

Even a lion uses its full strength to hunt a rabbit.

Let alone Su Zhi is not a rabbit in front of him, nor is he a lion.

If Su Zhi got close, with her martial arts prowess, once breaking through his Summoning God Skill, he had no confidence in winning against Su Zhi.

In terms of martial arts, he knew he was no match for Su Zhi.

His greatest reliance was his dual cultivation, backed by Taoist skills.

His talent in Taoist skills was far superior to his talent in martial arts.

In the next moment.

The Hand Palm Thunder was already fully accumulated in his hand.

Thunder Light flashed.

Crackle—

The air was filled with a faint smell of ozone.

Su Zhi immediately felt a crisis, her gaze fixed on the yellow-robed Daoist's left hand.

Unable to react in time, she could only predict, relying on the yellow-robed Daoist's body movements, to predict the landing point of the Hand Palm Thunder.

The difference between blocking with a sword and resisting with her Protective Gang Qi and body was completely different.