Chapter 51: Tian Peng Tian Peng, Hai Pig Wang Tao

Seven Stars Seal the Mouth, a dragon's roar rises; in the blood, the true spirit is seen in the ferocious teeth.

In the eerie, quiet room, beneath the stark white skins, Zhang Fan stood like a barrier, blocking in front of Jiang Lai. His hands formed seals, his mouth chanted incantations, and a terrifying fluctuation emerged.

That was the soul-aspect returning.

That was True Yang surging wildly.

That was the path of cultivation.

That was the Daoist art.

"Impossible... this is absolutely impossible... The great ferocious dragon vein grows fangs, how can a mortal move their soul-aspect... How can you not be suppressed!?"

He Fei's eyes widened, staring fixedly at Zhang Fan, simply unable to believe his eyes.

Even if Jiang Lai used her body to become a Dragon-Fixing Stake, suppressing the dragon vein where Taoyuan Plaza was located, the living victims had already been sacrificed, and the seven ferocious teeth were fully exposed. Under such an aura, even a practitioner could only be trapped as if in a prison, the soul-aspect unable to move recklessly.

"His soul-aspect..."

"Is not normal!?"

Wen He and Jiang Hu looked at each other, both seeing deep shock and incomprehension in the other's eyes.

A normal person's soul-aspect absolutely could not return and manifest under the "Seven Ferocious Dragon Teeth," not to mention how long Zhang Fan had been cultivating!?

"Zhang Fan..."

Just at this moment, Jiang Lai whispered.

"Let me do it..."

Rumble...

The words had barely fallen when the entire room violently trembled. Blood light surged behind He Fei, turning into a sheet that violently covered Zhang Fan.

"Zhang Fan..."

Jiang Hu's expression changed drastically, and he screamed.

"Tian Peng Tian Peng, Nine Origin Evil Child."

"Five Ding Regional Military Commissioner, High-Diao Northern Old Man."

"Seven Policies Eight Spirits, Supreme Vast Ferocity."

"Long-skulled Giant Beast, hand holding the Emperor's Bell."

Just at this moment,

The incantation rose softly, yet it was like a massive, echoing sound, transmitted from the surging blood light, echoing in the eerie quiet room, resounding in everyone's ears, yet like thunder shaking, deafening.

"This is..."

Just at this moment, Jiang Hu's pupils suddenly contracted, an expression of disbelief appearing on his trembling face. His lips parted slightly, and he only spat out eight words: "Northern Emperor Evil Ghost, Tian Peng Divine Incantation!?"

Yujing City, South High-Speed Railway Station.

When Bai Buran pushed his suitcase out of the exit, Old Yu had already been waiting for a long time.

"Boss..."

Old Yu waved his hand, hurriedly stepped forward, took Bai Buran's suitcase, and led the way to the open-air parking lot. The Five-Spirit Rainbow Light had already been waiting for a long time.

"During the time I was away, nothing happened at home, right?"

Walking out of the high-speed railway station, Bai Buran subconsciously looked up at the sky and asked casually.

"What could happen? Everything is calm, everyone is doing quite well." Old Yu patted his chest and said.

"Hm!?"

Just at this moment, Bai Buran suddenly stopped his steps, looking at the sky, looking in the direction of Taoyuan Plaza...

Dark clouds gathered, obscuring the bright moon; the stars in the sky were hidden, dim and lusterless.

"The Daoist arts have been passed down for ten million years, the Northern Heaven Mysterious Emperor's first slaughter..."

"This is the Northern Emperor's Art!?"

Bai Buran muttered softly, a look of solemnity appearing on his originally casual and lazy face.

"Boss, what's wrong?" Old Yu looked at Bai Buran's expression and couldn't help but ask.

"Something has happened." Bai Buran said in a deep voice.

The words had barely fallen when a gust of wind whistled, and an afterimage appeared like a phantom, but Bai Buran had already disappeared from where he stood.

Taoyuan Plaza, thirteenth floor.

In the eerie quiet room, the incantation Zhang Fan chanted became increasingly massive, making everyone's eardrums ache. His hands formed seals, True Yang surged, but Great Yin Qi appeared, condensing into evil.

"Plain Owl Three Gods, strictly driving the Kui Dragon,"

"Majestic Sword Divine King, slaughtering evil and destroying traces. Purple Qi rides the sky, Dan clouds shine and rush,"

"Swallowing demons and eating ghosts, crossing the body and drinking the wind,"

"Pale tongue and green teeth, four-eyed old man."

"Northern Emperor's Art... This is the Northern Emperor's Art... You were the one who fought with the Yinshan Sect expert that day?" He Fei's expression changed drastically, staring fixedly at Zhang Fan, as if he were seeing him for the first time.

The Tian Peng Divine Incantation, the Northern Emperor Evil Ghost Great Art, internally hides the names of the ghosts and gods of the Six Palaces of Fengdu, a secret path of the Northern Emperor. If a person in this world can constantly practice this method, it is the path to immortality.

Since the early Tang Dynasty, the Northern Emperor's Art had been known as the number one slaughtering art of the Daoist sect. However, eighty years ago, the Daoist sect suffered a great calamity, and this lineage had long since died out. How could there still be a successor in the world, proficient in this path!?

"He practiced it? He actually really practiced the Northern Emperor's Art? How long has it been?"

At this very moment, Jiang Hu stared blankly at Zhang Fan, a voice seemingly roaring in his heart.

This art was something he had obtained from an expert many years ago. He had pondered it for many years but had never entered the path. He hadn't expected that in the dark, there was another heavenly will, merely borrowing his hand to pass the art to Zhang Fan.

"Kill!"

He Fei roared violently. The seven candles around the earthen pool flared with bright flames. Blood light surged behind him, and the seven virtual dragon teeth violently stabbed out, like an evil dragon feeding, biting toward Zhang Fan.

"Heavenly Ding Warrior, majestic south to control ferocity,"

"Heavenly Zou excites ferocity, majestic north to control the blade."

"Thirty thousand soldiers, guard my nine layers,"

"Repelling corpses for a thousand miles, sweeping away inauspiciousness,"

"Dare any little ghost, want to come and see the situation."

"Great Axe of Heaven, slaughtering ghosts in five forms."

Zhang Fan stood motionless, the incantation in his mouth becoming increasingly massive. He focused his spirit and settled his breath, tapped his teeth nine times, his hands changed to the Divine Seal, chanted the Marshal Incantation, visualized the Dharma image of Marshal Tian Peng, his hands formed the 【Heavenly Ding Seal】, used his middle finger to tap his eyes on his forehead, and then used the Sword Seal to tap, visualizing electric light entering and exiting.

Rumble...

Just at this moment, a violent sound echoed behind Zhang Fan. Yin Qi turned into evil, a vast expanse of chaos. Suddenly, two huge fangs like curved blades slowly protruded from that Yin evil, and behind them seemed to be connected to a terrifying figure, hidden within that chaotic Yin evil, never manifesting.

"Tian Peng Teeth!?" Jiang Hu whispered in a deep voice.

Legend has it that Marshal Tian Peng has three heads and six arms, a long skull and fangs, manifesting a great angry image, holding six objects: the axe, bow and arrow, sword, bell, halberd, and rope.

Chanting this divine incantation and practicing this great art allows one to summon the Divine Transformation and manifest the Tian Peng image.

The Tian Peng Teeth are a manifestation of one of the arts.

Rumble...

Blood light descended, the seven dragon teeth forming a biting slaughter situation, trapping Zhang Fan in the middle.

"Tian Peng clears the path, only killing, not saving!"

Zhang Fan roared sharply. Great Yin turned into evil, and the Tian Peng fangs stabbed out like curved blades. The ferocious and violent power tore the blood light in the sky to pieces. Immediately after, the two fangs, with the momentum of crushing dry weeds and smashing rotten wood, actually collided with the dragon teeth formed by the blood light.

Bang bang bang...

The loud noises fell, the Tian Peng fangs' momentum became ferocious, actually shattering one dragon tooth after another without any obstruction. In an instant, the sound of a dragon's roar echoed in his ears, wrapped in deep anger.

"The Northern Emperor's Art is worthy of being the Northern Emperor's Art, actually so overbearing!?"

Everyone's heart was shocked, simply unable to accept the situation of violent crushing before their eyes.

Even though the evil dragon of Taoyuan Plaza had already been fixed by Jiang Lai, these seven dragon teeth were still no small matter. However, under Zhang Fan's Tian Peng fangs, they were like child's play...

Bang...

Following a loud noise, the seven candles violently extinguished, and the seven dragon teeth in the blood light shattered, dissipating like smoke and clouds, turning into nothingness. Even the sound of the dragon's roar was like an auditory hallucination, no longer audible...

Seven Stars extinguished, Dragon Teeth bound the mouth! "How could this be..."

He Fei spat out a mouthful of blood. His face was pale, staring fixedly at Zhang Fan. He wouldn't believe even in his dreams that as the protagonist, how could he possibly be defeated?

"How could I be defeated!?" He Fei gritted his teeth and roared in a low voice. He turned his head to look at the earthen pool, wanting to see if the Dragon Saliva he dreamed of had been refined.

Pfft...

Just at this moment, a fair, slender palm pierced through He Fei's chest like a blade, and the vigorously beating heart was gently gripped by that palm.

"The He family's fortune is indeed exhausted. I guided you hand by hand, yet you could still fall short of success."

A gentle and melodious voice echoed in the eerie quiet room, carrying a trace of indifference and helplessness.

"Tian... Wang Tiantian... you..."

Zhang Fan looked at Wang Tiantian, who slowly stood up from the earthen pool, one hand piercing through He Fei's chest, a look of astonishment appearing on his face.

"Good junior, let me reintroduce myself..." Wang Tiantian looked at Zhang Fan and smiled sweetly.

"My name is Wang Tao!"

"Hai Pig, Wang Tao!!!"

Just at this moment, that gentle and melodious voice suddenly changed, becoming deep and slightly magnetic.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 52 =====