Chapter 555

Even the Fomen saints could not dodge the devastation of the Dragon Claw Hand.

The Dao Yi Sect disciples perfectly illustrated what it means to show no mercy when you have the upper hand—whether kneeling or lying down, as long as there is an opening they strike with a Dragon Claw Hand.

This completely crushed the Fomen disciples.

Many Fomen disciples were battle-hardened, yet they had never seen such a scene; for a moment they really felt dazed from the beating.

However, some gritted their teeth and endured the pain, such as this Fomen Inner Disciple currently locked in fierce combat with the myriad phenomena.

They were already bleeding, yet this guy refused to fall.

Watching the Dragon Elephant unleash the Nine Treasuries Mìfǎ, towering over him by half a body, the killing intent in this Fomen Inner Disciple's eyes grew ever fiercer.

"Dragon Elephant, do you think only your Dao Yi Sect can use the Dragon Claw Hand? Don't forget, this is our Fomen's supreme art."

For a moment unable to counter the Dragon Claw Hand, this Fomen Inner Disciple thought of fighting fire with fire.

It's just the Dragon Claw Hand—you can do it, so can I.

It's just pain—if both of us hurt, it's better than only one of us hurting.

Since we can't block it, let's all suffer together—better to have the fish die and the net break.

The Fomen Inner Disciple's words were also heard by the surrounding Fomen disciples; for a moment many of them brightened up, thinking it a good plan.

The Dragon Claw Hand is not a high-ranked technique; in Fomen it's nothing unusual.

So many Fomen disciples have practiced Xiūliàn, only they are not as specialized as the Dao Yi Sect.

"Right, everyone has the Dragon Claw Hand—what do I have to fear from you?"

"Come on, if we're going to hurt, we all hurt together; if we're going to die, we all die together."

"Little thief, behold the poor monk's Dragon Claw Hand."

Thinking they had found a counter, yet when facing the Dragon Claw Hand displayed by these Fomen disciples, the Dao Yi Sect disciples showed not the slightest worry.

"Hah, foolish."

With a cold snort, the Dao Yi Sect disciple thrust out the same claw without dodging—also a Dragon Claw Hand.

It looked as if they were rushing in to fight to the death.

Seeing this, for a moment a flicker of fear crossed the Fomen disciples' hearts, but they immediately gritted their teeth and went all out.

Damn it, is it just a fight to the death? I won't be scared of you—who doesn't hurt when this is grabbed? This time I'll let your Dao Yi Sect disciples taste this flavor.

Soon, many Dao Yi Sect and Fomen disciples simultaneously struck each other with the Dragon Claw Hand.

"Dragon Elephant, let this little monk let you feel this flavor too, you................"

He was roaring with a ferocious expression, but mid-sentence this Fomen Inner Disciple froze.

His hand groped around the Dragon Elephant's crotch, and his expression grew ever uglier.

"Where did it go? You damn thing, where is it?"

Unable to find it, this Fomen Inner Disciple broke out in a cold sweat.

Impossible—how could I not find it?

Before he could think further, a sharp pain shot from his own crotch, eliciting an involuntary howl, and at the same time the Dragon Elephant's disdainful voice sounded.

"I've got the Yang-Locking Technique, you idiot."

"You................"

Hearing this, the double blow to mind and body made this Fomen Inner Disciple involuntarily shed two tears.

"Why the hell are you all cultivating some bizarre techniques? Can't we just fight properly?"

It's not just this Fomen Inner Disciple; other Fomen disciples face the same situation.

They struck out simultaneously, both using the Dragon Claw Hand, yet the result was that they rummaged through the Dao Yi Sect disciples' pants and found nothing.

In contrast, the Dao Yi Sect disciples struck true each time, and in the end only they were injured.

The Fomen disciples all felt depressed, each harboring the same thought.

"Are these Dao Yi Sect people all freaks?"

"What Xiūliàn are they cultivating? Not to mention the Lin Forest Divine Ability—even the Dragon Claw Hand is barely tolerable, but is the Yang-Locking Technique going too far?"

"Is this even a normal technique to cultivate?"

Moreover, it's not just one or two disciples practicing Xiūliàn—almost all male disciples of the Dao Yi Sect have done so.

Moreover, without exception, they have practiced Xiūliàn to at least the perfected level, able to retract the yang into the abdomen.

Really, take a good whiff of these Dao Yi Sect disciples—what the hell are you thinking about all day?

"Exploring Cloud Hand, Following Star Finger, Dragon Claw Hand, Yang-Locking Technique—they've actually formed a combination........"

Ye Zhangqing on the city wall wore a strange expression—this could actually be combined by them.

I don't know whether to say these disciples are awesome or that their brains are not normal.

Anyway, the Fomen disciples are probably completely bewildered; this battle is simply unprecedented for them.

Each Fomen disciple's legs trembled, and they could only persist in fighting by gritting their teeth.

Yet that intense pain made them wish for death at every moment.

They were truly scared of being grabbed, so many Fomen disciples now dare not engage in close combat with the Dao Yi Sect disciples, fearing a sudden strike.

Such a feeling can truly be known only by trying it.

If they think they can avoid disaster just by not fighting up close, that only shows how simplistic their thinking is.

Putuo Temple has submitted to the Dao Yi Sect, but their supreme art is certainly not just the Dragon Claw Hand; there is also................

"You think being far away means you're safe?"

"Golden Silkworm Silk Hand."

Only saw the Dragon Elephant's arm instantly elongate, then with the speed of thunder—before one could cover ears or steal a bell—it grabbed again the vital point of this Fomen Inner Disciple.

Once again the throat of fate was sealed; this Fomen Inner Disciple's face darkened, and then that familiar intense pain came again.

Being caught again and again, over and over, the Fomen Inner Disciple's state of mind completely collapsed, and he glared angrily at the Dragon Elephant and roared.

Damn, you've had enough—can't you change places? Are you damn from the Dao Yi Sect or the Lock Crotch Sect?

None of your business.

You..............

The Dragon Elephant didn't care at all—whether it's the Dao Yi Sect or the Lock Crotch Sect, I just use this one move, so what?

The relentless pain kept coming, and this Fomen Inner Disciple was also a ruthless person.

Seeing his Life Gate tightly locked by a big hand, this Fomen Inner Disciple simply steeled himself, gritted his teeth, and said:

You like to grab, huh? Fine, I damn well let you grab.

Without hesitation, he directly severed his Life Root.

Looking at the bloody, messy lump of flesh in his hand, this time the Dragon Elephant was dumbfounded.

Holy shit, you're really ruthless.

The Fomen Inner Disciple looked ahead with a complex expression, his face ferocious, pallid, cold sweat pouring forth.

Being able to make such a decision—a brave man cutting his own crotch—the Dragon Elephant had never seen anything like it; so ruthless, truly a ruthless bunch, and unbeknownst to him, a hint of respect arose in his heart.

Is this what that kind of man should be—hard on himself?