Chapter 876 – Donation Money (1/2)

Chapter 876 – Donation Money

Translated by: Hypersheep325

Edited by: Michyrr

Ah, silence. If one did not explode into rage to break the silence, then one could only allow the silence to awkwardly persist.

The black-clothed Daoist nun had given an order with her status as a senior martial grandaunt, but none of her disciples had responded. This was the most awkward of situations.

Tang Thirty-Six was able to resolve all awkward situations because he had a very thick skin.

She clearly did not have such a thick skin, so she felt herself in a very awkward situation, which transformed into rage. Her face slightly blushed, her level brows angled downward.

Ye Xiaolian knew that these were signs of her martial grandaunt's fury, which caused her deep concern. She stepped forward to say a few conciliatory words, but she was too late.

With a snort, the Daoist nun's figure blurred. She lunged down the mountain path, her right hand swatting towards Tang Thirty-Six's chest.

A howl rose over the mountain path and Tang Thirty-Six felt like a massive mountain was charging towards him. It was such terrifying power that he instinctively took out his sword and slashed.

With a clang, the Wenshui Sword left its sheath, shining with a bright light, like countless rays of golden light shining upon the Wenshui.

This black-clothed nun was at a far higher level of cultivation. Just a simple swat of her hand felt like a mountain descending. Even if he used the Three Forms of Wenshui, how could he possibly block it?

Tang Thirty-Six knew that he couldn't block it, so his attack was not aimed at the Daoist nun, but behind him.

The sword technique he used was not the defensive Gathering Evening Clouds, nor was it A Stream of Maples and its fiery lethality. He used his fastest movement technique, Hanging Sunset.

The mountain exploded with golden rays of light, all of it shining from his sword. A seemingly real layer of water seemed to form over the sea of bamboo.

Like a setting sun sinking beneath the mountains, the light suddenly dissipated. The setting sun on the water's surface traveled east with unimaginable speed. One would truly find it difficult to find a faster speed.

The figure within the setting sun was Tang Thirty-Six. Utilizing his swift movement technique, he retreated ten-some zhang.

Boom! The sea of bamboo raged with massive waves, the two rows of bamboo lining the mountain path snapping and falling. A pit several feet deep appeared on the mountain path, sending debris flying in all directions.

Tang Thirty-Six, Wenshui Sword in hand, stood several zhang away, startled by the scene before him.

The black-clothed Daoist nun's strength was truly frightening. Even more frightening was that she had immediately struck out with such a powerful move.

If he was not mistaken, this was one of the supreme techniques of South Stream Temple, the Drifting Cloud Palm!

If he had not reacted so quickly and so resolutely used Hanging Sunset, he would have had to directly confront this palm.

Then wouldn't his sword have snapped like the bamboo?

And he would probably be lying in that pit, heavily injured, or even dead.

The power of the nun's palm was not yet expended. From ten-some zhang away, it continued to attack Tang Thirty-Six.

Tang Thirty-Six's eyes flashed with an extremely rare ruthlessness. Grasping his sword, he prepared to step forward.

Ten-some dull thuds resounded over the mountain path.

Hu Thirty-Two grasped a very ordinary-looking dagger and used a very strange stance to continuously block the palm.

With each strike, a white wisp of wind would appear on his dagger.

The remaining energy of the palm strike was transformed into ten-some wisps of refreshing wind, gradually scattering.

The Daoist nun stood on the mountain path, frowning at this sight, but she did not attack again.

She had not expected that this pair would be able to block the thunderous blow she had unleashed at the peak of her anger, and was somewhat astonished at their level.

In her view, the young master's sword style and movement techniques were quite good, but the truly formidable one was the priest.