Chapter 205: You Can't Hurt Me At All!

"Is this all the skill you have?" Zhang Kun looked at the swarm of insects dancing across the sky, a trace of disdain flashing in his eyes. "Before my Earth Walking Immortal, these bugs are nothing but clay chickens and pottery dogs! You can't hurt me at all!"

Lao Meng did not speak, merely observing every move of his opponent quietly. He knew well that the more arrogant an opponent was, the easier it was for them to expose flaws.

"Go ahead and bring out all your skills! I want to see what kind of trash you are!"

Following a low shout from Zhang Kun, his figure instantly vanished into the ground. This was the manifestation of the highest realm of the Earth Walking Immortal, allowing the user to completely merge with the earth, formless and traceless.

The ground began to shake violently, and a powerful surge of Qi erupted from beneath. Lao Meng, however, remained motionless, as if he had long since perceived the other's intentions.

"Go," he said softly, his tone carrying a hint of pity.

Following his command, dozens of venomous snakes suddenly broke through the soil, lunging toward the underground with lethal venom. At the same time, thousands upon thousands of insects began to burrow downward, as if weaving an airtight web of living creatures.

Zhang Kun's screams came from beneath the ground; he scrambled out of the earth in a wretched state, his body covered in snake-bite wounds. And this was only the beginning; Lao Meng's biological army had only just launched its offensive.

"Impossible!" Zhang Kun stared at the scene before him in disbelief. "How can you control so many underground creatures?"

Lao Meng stood in the dim alley, his plain glasses reflecting a faint light. He slowly pushed up his glasses, facing the fallen Zhang Kun, his voice maintaining that characteristic humility: "Rest assured, I will not harm you."

Zhang Kun lay on the ground, his body covered in snake bites, every wound throbbing with pain. Yet this pain was not fatal, for Lao Meng precisely controlled the toxicity of every single snake—enough to make his opponent lose the ability to fight, but without endangering their life. This precise control was exactly what revealed the terrifying nature of his role as a Beast Master.

"Stay here for now; I have other things to do."

Just as Lao Meng prepared to turn and leave, a cold, bone-chilling voice suddenly came from the darkness: "A Beast Master is a Beast Master after all; even if you train for a lifetime, you are nothing but a piece of trash."

The figure of Qiu Rang slowly emerged from the Yinying. Under the moonlight, the jade thumb ring and gilded ruyi in his hands cast an eerie glow. Both of these Dharma Artifacts were Protective Artifacts he had meticulously refined, each containing immense power.

Lao Meng sighed softly, his voice carrying a touch of helplessness, "Do you want to fight me too?"

"Too much nonsense!" Qiu Rang sneered, his entire person suddenly erupting with astonishing speed. His combat technique was nearly perfect, his entire form lunging straight for Lao Meng's vitals.

Lao Meng retreated half a step without panic, simultaneously mobilizing the surrounding swarm of insects to form an airtight line of defense. However, Qiu Rang's attack was exceptionally fierce; the Qi momentum carried by his two Dharma Artifacts was actually able to disperse those insects. This attack power far exceeded Lao Meng's expectations.

"It seems it is time to take this seriously." Lao Meng's voice remained calm, but a sharp light flashed in his eyes. It was a beast-like alertness, the instinct of a predator.

Meanwhile, the battle in front of the pavilion had also entered its most critical moment. Zhang Chulan watched the army of puppets that kept regenerating, a flash of inspiration suddenly striking his mind. He recalled a tactical combination he had attempted during special training.

"Sister Bao'er," he said in a low voice, "use the other tactic!"

Feng Baobao nodded, a gleam of excitement flashing in her eyes. It was a tactical combination they had specifically developed in private, a perfect coordination combining her combat skills with Zhang Chulan's Art of Techniques.

"Now!" Zhang Chulan quickly formed seals with his hands, the power of the Yang Five Thunders condensing around him once more. Yet this time, the lightning light was faintly mixed with a trace of golden radiance—it was the Golden Light Spell he had secretly prepared, a special technique capable of both offense and defense.

Jin Yong noticed the change in Zhang Chulan's momentum, but he did not care: "Even if you use more tricks, don't even think about breaking my defense! Heavenly Gang Qi!" Golden light condensed around him again, forming a protective barrier that seemed as solid as metal.

However, he soon discovered the situation was beginning to spiral out of control. Feng Baobao suddenly changed her method of attack; it was no longer pure combat skill, but rather a coordination with Zhang Chulan's lightning technique, forming a peculiar rhythm of attack. Every strike was perfectly timed, as if she could predict every movement of the puppets.

"This is...!" Jin Yong's pupils constricted sharply, a sense of unease rising in his heart.

One could see Feng Baobao's attacks landing precisely on the joints of every puppet, while Zhang Chulan's lightning technique struck those same positions at the same time. The perfect superposition of the two powers rendered the puppets' originally powerful self-healing abilities completely ineffective. This was a perfect coordination that transcended individual limits.

"Impossible!" Jin Yong exclaimed in a lost voice. Yet the scene before him forced him to accept reality—his meticulously refined army of puppets was collapsing in droves; those wooden dolls into which he had injected special Qi had actually lost the ability to regenerate under this perfect coordinated attack.

"It's time to end this." A flash of determination crossed Zhang Chulan's eyes. The protective barrier of the Golden Light Spell enveloped his entire body, allowing him to ignore the puppets' counterattacks and charge directly in front of Jin Yong.

The strongest strike of the Yang Five Thunders erupted at this moment. Jin Yong exerted all his strength to drive his Heavenly Gang Qi to resist, yet before this terrifying power, his prideful defense finally showed cracks. That golden barrier began to fracture, like glazed glass covered in fissures.

"Boom!"

After a thunderous roar that shook the heavens and the earth, Jin Yong fell heavily to the ground, losing consciousness. Although his Heavenly Gang Qi was powerful, it was ultimately no match for the near-perfect tactical coordination of Zhang Chulan and Feng Baobao. At this moment, the gap in strength was manifested to the fullest.

"Well done, Sister Bao'er!"

Zhang Chulan wore a confident smile, and Feng Baobao nodded blankly.

Afterward, Zhang Chulan and Feng Baobao entered the empty pavilion; their footsteps echoed in the vacant building, carrying an inexplicable sense of urgency.

Outside the pavilion, on an ancient white poplar tree not far away, Lin Xuan leaned against the thick trunk, his gaze thoughtfully watching the direction of the pavilion. The leaves swayed gently in the night breeze, casting mottled shadows on the ground. Xiao Bai and Xiao Qing sat on the branches on either side of him, the moonlight plating their beautiful faces with a faint silver glow.

"This battle is quite interesting," Xiao Bai analyzed intently, her voice carrying a hint of admiration. "Zhang Chulan's control over the situation is becoming increasingly mature. He not only perfectly utilizes Feng Baobao's characteristics but also continuously adjusts his strategy during the battle. Especially that final combination of the lightning technique and the Golden Light Spell, which shows that his understanding of the Dao has reached a new realm."