Chapter 1366 1352: Conference Hall

Zhou Yi burst out from the water curtain and slashed toward the shore ahead, but two more arms suddenly grew out of the two tumors on the masked man's back, crossing in front of him to block the strike.

Clang.

The sound of metal clashing rang out.

The flesh on those two arms was still wet with blood, yet they were unbelievably tough, actually blocking the Horse-cutting Blade head-on.

You had to know.

This Horse-cutting Blade was the kind of weapon that could cleave a warhorse in two back in ancient times. After so many years of murderous aura swirling around it, plus Zhou Yi spending Energy Points to reinforce it, it had already become a peerless murderous weapon.

But now it was actually stopped by these two arms.

It was truly a bit unbelievable.

Not only that, Zhou Yi even felt a huge force coming from the Horse-cutting Blade, and his whole body was instantly blasted away, falling back into the turbulent river.

The masked man took a deep breath, the two tentacle-like arms on his back writhing as he stepped slowly toward the shore, eyes scanning the river.

"Dead just like that… impossible. With that guy's strength, he shouldn't be this weak."

Just as he was puzzled.

Bang.

The water exploded into waves.

Zhou Yi shot up from beneath the river again, Red Sun Blade Qi slicing out in ring after ring.

The masked man kept retreating.

The two newly grown arms danced back and forth with uncanny agility, instantly blocking all the Sword Qi.

At this moment.

Zhou Yi had already closed in front of him.

He let out a fierce shout.

His upper body suddenly turned golden, as if cast over with Gold.

In an instant.

The power Zhou Yi erupted with multiplied several times over.

The masked man was clearly having trouble holding on.

And off to the side.

Jile Tian, who had almost been seriously injured by that previous blow, had already recovered by now, eyes like a hungry tiger, clearly looking for the best chance to strike.

Jile Tian not making a move was what bothered him the most.

Because in that case.

He had to keep splitting his focus to keep track of Jile Tian's movements, constantly being dragged by her.

The pressure he was bearing invisibly became all the more terrifying.

Right now Zhou Yi's offensive grew even fiercer.

The masked man was forced back step by step, and when he was finally pushed to a certain point, he clenched his teeth and suddenly exploded with powerful strength from within his body. He retreated rapidly, and after backing to a safe distance, he pulled out another vial of reagent from his clothes.

This time he didn't drink it.

He jabbed it straight in with a needle.

Gurgle, gurgle.

His muscles kept squirming, his skin bulging high as if one rat after another was crawling beneath it.

Sure enough, he used a second reagent.

Zhou Yi narrowed his eyes, watching more and more inhuman flesh grow over his body, and he felt the pressure mounting.

In the Mysterious Realm.

The weirder you looked, the stronger you were—that was no secret anymore.

He took a deep breath, blood and Qi roaring, raised his long blade horizontally, stepped out with Flowing Wind Step, and charged straight at the enemy.

But when the blade was halfway through its swing.

Zhou Yi's arm suddenly twisted at an odd angle; the two fingers of his left hand pressed together, and True Qi created by Minor No-Phase Skill flowed through special meridians.

Twenty-Four Solar Terms Shocking God Finger—Break Evil!

One finger to break evil.

A fierce strike shot forward, stirring and tearing at the air around it.

But the masked man suddenly grew four arms, forming a meat-shield in front of him—this was a meat-shield in the truest sense.

The masked man had already seen this move from Zhou Yi back in the Buddha Tower.

He had long since prepared for it in his heart.

So when he saw Zhou Yi use it again, his entire body instantly tightened up, and although those four newly grown arms were all destroyed by this Break Evil finger, the masked man's true body was unharmed.

And re-condensing those arms wasn't much of a problem for him.

It might cost him some blood and Qi.

But that was far better than eating that finger head-on.

Zhou Yi's confident strike suddenly whiffed, making him understand just how troublesome this masked man was.

The guy wasn't just strong; his thinking was meticulous.

If Jile Tian hadn't already worn him down beforehand, Zhou Yi might have had a hard time even fighting him to a draw.

No.

It wasn't a fifty-fifty now either.

Judging by Zhou Yi's read on the situation, it was more like thirty-seventy—and he was the thirty.

At this moment.

Jile Tian made her move.

Her figure suddenly appeared again like a shadow, drifting behind the masked man.

Then the dagger in her hand stabbed down again.

The masked man had been watching that short dagger in Jile Tian's hand the whole time. Short but exquisitely made, and the design had a certain sinister charm.

Based on Zhou Yi's experience.

This should be a Deceitful Object.

The masked man still tried to resist, but just then, an intense feeling of anger suddenly surged up in his heart. Not just in him—Zhou Yi and Jile Tian felt the same emotion rising inside.

It was very strange.

The three of them realized something was wrong at the same time.

But very quickly, that anger devoured their rationality. It was Zhou Yi's first time feeling this furious, like someone owed him tens of thousands and still hadn't paid him back.

He had the urge to tear both Jile Tian and the masked man to pieces right here.

Zhou Yi gripped the Horse-cutting Blade tighter, veins bulging, trying to suppress this urge.

At this moment.

The Bells on Jile Tian's hands and feet suddenly rang, a clear jingle-jingle. The sound entered Zhou Yi's ears and immediately weakened that anger inside him.

It didn't completely shut it out.

But at least.

It let him suppress that urge to destroy everything.

The sound of Jile Tian's Bell was clearly selective; only she and Zhou Yi were soothed by it. To anyone else, it was just an ordinary bell ringing.

The masked man also had ways of dealing with this.

He pulled out a vial of green reagent and gulped it down with a gurgle. A trace of clarity returned to his eyes.

Taking advantage of this moment.

He pulled back, already realizing that something was off. At this point, he could only seize the chance to run. If he kept fighting, he'd definitely die here.

But just then.

A vast Buddha chant resounded all around.

The monk whose body was covered in gears, the one from the top floor of the Buddha Tower earlier, was now floating in midair, golden light continuously pouring from his body.

At this moment.

Zhou Yi suddenly realized that the strange surge of rage in his heart just now was clearly this guy's doing.

Though he didn't understand.

Why this guy hadn't chased them out earlier and only showed up now—but that didn't affect Zhou Yi's judgment.

Which was: run!

This guy could casually shatter his twenty-four layers of Vajra Gang Qi with a single blow; the power he could truly unleash was definitely not something Zhou Yi could contend with.

As the "enemy of Buddha" in its mouth, and after taking that Bamboo Slips right in front of it, all the hatred was definitely locked onto him.

However.

The scene that followed left Zhou Yi pleasantly surprised.

The guy actually went after the masked man.

Looked like the aggro pulled by the Relic was way higher than his. He had no idea if that guy could handle this thing.