Global Abyss: My Skills Can Enhance Infinitely

"Be careful—he...th-three..."

Hao Datong’s face turned red as if he wanted to say something, but as he barely uttered a few words, he spewed a mouthful of blood onto Qiu Chuji’s body.

This made Qiu Chuji hastily press several points on Hao Datong’s body to stabilize his lungs and heart to prevent him from choking on his blood. n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

While Hao Datong was so anxious he couldn’t speak, Qiu Chuji also said to comfort him,

"Junior brother, rest assured, we will avenge this for you."

Although Hao Datong was the least powerful among the six disciples of Quanzhen, the fact that he had been injured meant that the attacker was no ordinary opponent.

Seeing Tao Yu’s young and handsome face instantly filled Qiu Chuji with dislike. The students he had taught, such as Yang Kang, as well as Huo Du who had recently come to challenge them, had all been handsome men, and none were good people!

"Master Uncle, this man claims to be a disciple of the Eastern Heretic, avenging that unfilial scum Yang Guo. I don’t know by what sorcery he had injured Master Uncle earlier."

Zhao Zhijing then hurriedly stepped forward to speak to Qiu Chuji.

On hearing that he was a disciple of the Eastern Heretic, Qiu Chuji became even more enraged.

In the past, the seven disciples of Quanzhen had quite a grudge with the Eastern Heretic and had even battled using the Celestial Pole Big Dipper Formation.

Although they had resolved the misunderstanding later on, it would be impossible to say there were no hard feelings after the fight.

But the Eastern Heretic was too strong; they did not dare to show any outward resentment.

"Earlier, he also repeatedly insulted our founder and shamed our Quanzhen Sect."

Zhao Zhijing saw Qiu Chuji’s face turn steely and kept fanning the flames.

Not strong enough to see the details, Tao Yu didn’t even bother to color his Gang Qi; Qiu Chuji couldn’t even discern the air wall of Tao Yu’s Indestructible Vajra Divine Skill.

A three-foot air wall—that was too far-fetched, so in his view, Tao Yu must have used some covert technique to injure Hao Datong.

Like some sort of divine finger snap.

As the foremost of the third generation disciples, if Zhao Zhijing thought so, the others naturally found it even more unfathomable.

Only Yang Guo, seeing Qiu Chuji’s face darken, brazenly took advantage of his youth to taunt,

"What’s the matter? Having run off one, you send another? The mighty Quanzhen Sect, are you staging a relay fight?"

He and Granny Sun also could not understand what had happened earlier and could only try to come up with their own methods.

"Hmph, I knew it. You and your father are cut from the same cloth."

Qiu Chuji was already seething inside, and Yang Guo’s words now stoked his fury further.

Yang Kang had once made him lose a great deal of face in the past.

"Shut your mouth! I will not allow you to speak of my father like that!"

In Yang Guo’s mind, his father was still a great hero; he could not accept such a statement.

"Hmph, he…"

"I say that’s about enough. Why do you monks have such bad temper?"

Tao Yu yawned, cutting off Qiu Chuji’s tirade.

"And you, I…"

However, before he could finish, Tao Yu lightly flicked his finger and pushed off the ground with force.

In an instant, the granite floor of the training ground cracked immensely!

The terrifying cracks nearly spread to Qiu Chuji’s feet in a blink of an eye, making him swallow hard.

What kind of strength was this?

Impossible!

This was granite!

Even weapons would break upon it!

Only now did he start to grasp the severity of the situation and somewhat understand the words Hao Datong had failed to finish.

Looking back at Hao Datong, indeed, his face was full of urgency, but since Qiu Chuji had sealed his acupoints, he couldn’t speak.

At this moment, Ma Yu, the leader of the seven disciples of Quanzhen, took over for the hot-tempered Qiu Chuji and said,

"Young hero, your prowess is indeed extraordinary, but our Quanzhen Sect cannot be insulted lightly."

"I have long been eager to experience the Celestial Pole Big Dipper Formation. Do not disappoint me..."

Tao Yu had not jumped out to slaughter his way through because he wanted to experience it for himself.

If he raised his energy too high, he was afraid they wouldn’t dare to make a move; now, however, it seemed just perfect.

Initially, because of Yang Guo’s taunts, Ma Yu was reluctant to gang up on Tao Yu, but now that Tao Yu had invited it, it was much easier to proceed.

Zhao Zhijing by his side also hurriedly spoke up.

"Elder, there’s no need for any chivalrous benevolence in dealing with this kind of demonic heresy. Yin Zhiping and I will temporarily take the lead!"

"Good, I await your honored instruction!"

Seeing Tao Yu’s stomp, Ma Yu knew that the young man’s martial prowess had far surpassed his own; he was likely on par with the five great masters at most!

Without the Celestial Pole Big Dipper Formation, there would be no chance.

Ma Yu leaped up, along with the four remaining junior brothers excluding Hao Datong, as well as Zhao Zhijing and Yin Zhiping, the most outstanding among the third generation of disciples, and they immediately encircled Tao Yu.

At this moment, Cheng Lixue also gently pulled Yang Guo and Granny Sun back, whispering,

"Let’s not get in the way. It’s okay, he just wants to have some fun."

"Have fun, just for fun?"

Granny Sun was still a bit dazed looking at the terrible cracks beneath Tao Yu’s feet, struggling to comprehend.

Having such powerful skills at such a young age was indeed extraordinary and unconceivable.

Yang Guo’s eyes gleamed even brighter.

He had already seen Uncle Guo beating up that snotty-nosed brat once; now this older brother was about to beat up these old guys!

They had only just retreated when the Celestial Pole Big Dipper Formation on the other side took the initiative to attack.

Tao Yu, who had begun constantly shifting his position to observe from within the encirclement, also revealed a slight look of surprise on his face.

"To think there are traces of the Nine Yin True Scripture, interesting."

So that was it. No wonder it’s called the Celestial Pole Big Dipper Formation. This contained mysteries related to the spiritual practice of the Northern Dipper itself, surely something Wang Chongyang created after referencing the Nine Yin True Scripture.

"This formation is destined for me."

Tao Yu moved swiftly, leaving a trail of afterimages amidst their attacks, his hands clasped behind his back without retaliating.

Instead, he continuously probed the variations of the Celestial Pole Big Dipper Formation.

"It’s truly remarkable that you several minnows could band together to pose a challenge to a master of the level of the five greats."

Tao Yu also sensed Wang Chongyang’s good intentions, his painstaking effort lest the Quanzhen Sect might end with him.

"But what a pity..."

Once Tao Yu saw repeating patterns emerging without any new tricks, he also sighed.

"The one setting up the formation is inadequate; no matter how exquisite the formation, it’s meaningless."

Tao Yu stopped moving about, standing still without dodging, drawing in the changes of the Big Dipper’s energy, which made all seven of them involuntarily launch a combined attack towards him!

This strike represented the pinnacle of the Celestial Pole Big Dipper Formation, seemingly merging all their inner strength into one unified force.

Even the five greats would have to avoid its edge.

But Tao Yu didn’t move or dodge, just standing there, his hands gently coming together, and a blood-colored steam violently erupted from him.

Everyone’s ears seemed to be filled with a Dragon’s Chant!

This is bad...

The thought had just crossed Ma Yu’s mind when the inner strength in his hand had already collided with the protective Blood Gang activated by the Indestructible Vajra Divine Skill.

He felt his inner strength disappearing as if into a bottomless ocean, causing not the slightest ripple, wholly devoured.

But in the next moment, a rebounding force, far more terrifying than his own attack, emerged, promptly sending Ma Yu and the others, who had cultivated the Innate Skill, flying backward!

As Qiu Chuji, who was in mid-air vomiting blood, finally understood what Brother Hao had wanted to say before.

A three-foot Gang Qi!

And it even had a color?!

How terrifyingly monstrous!

Boom~

Before Qiu Chuji could have any more thoughts, he was already flung several meters away, crashing heavily onto the ground, his body crackling like fireworks.

He felt pain all throughout his meridians.

His dantian and sea of qi seemed to be leaking, releasing their energy, while the meridians in his body were mercilessly ravaged by that terrible breath, utterly unable to prevent even the slightest damage.

This ordeal made Qiu Chuji’s face twist in bitterness, showing a look of misery.

"Decades of hard cultivation, all for naught..."

His life’s cultivation, ruined...

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