I will eventually become a divine being through accumulating constantly

Just when everyone's attention had reached its peak, at the most crucial moment,

Xue Jing showed a smile and raised his third finger.

"Three."

As soon as his voice fell, Zhang Renxu concentrated all his attention on him, guarding against his every move.

At that moment, silent and unperceived, a large chicken leg swung from behind him, striking the back of his head.

"Thud——"

A dull sound echoed as the chicken leg burst into countless shreds of meat, the exquisite Soft Power bypassed Zhang Renxu's innate resistance of his Kungfu Body, seeping into the back of his head, violently shaking his brain, causing his eyes to roll back as he collapsed limply.

Zong Shichan's eyes widened as she stared at the cold woman who suddenly appeared behind the dark-circled young man.

That's impressive... no, that's so sneaky!

Meng Qingjiao tossed aside the half-eaten chicken leg bone and brought the other leg to her mouth for a bite, silent and cold.

However, even such a cold expression, set against her puffed cheeks, could only make one find her adorably naive.

"Clap clap clap clap——"

Xue Jing applauded and said,

"As expected of Meng, no need to discuss, she totally understood my intentions with just a look."

Zong Shichan muttered somewhat unsatisfiedly to the side, "Master, I feel something's not quite right."

This kind of heroic rescue... shouldn't the process and conclusion be more intense, more romantic?

"I'm not your master yet, so don't call me that randomly."

Xue Jing responded offhandedly, then continued:

"In our Hidden Dragon School, if something can be done lying down, then there's no need to stand up. If a sneak attack can settle it, then no need to waste any other effort."

Zong Shichan pouted, "Got it, thanks for the lesson, master!"

Xue Jing raised his eyebrows and placed his hand on her head, which barely reached 1.4 meters, "You little radish head, once you climb up the pole you don't plan on coming down, huh?"

Zong Shichan reached out to hug him, acting coquettishly, "What's so bad about that, having such a cute disciple like me would surely make you very happy!"

Xue Jing held her cheeks with his palm, keeping her from getting close, and lightly said, "Don't try it."

"Hurry up and come back with me, your grandfather is worried to death about you now."

Zong Shichan smiled broadly and stretched out her arms, "I was so scared my legs are weak, master has to carry me back."

Xue Jing clicked his tongue and reluctantly picked her up by the collar of her fate, as if holding a shopping basket.

It must be said, the quality of the training garments from Tiger Soul Dojo are excellent; lifting her this way posed no issues at all.

Zong Shichan flailed her arms and legs in mid-air, her eyes wide, "Master, is this how you treat your lovable, dear little disciple?" Your next read awaits at мѵʟ

Xue Jing couldn't be bothered with her, stepped forward, and crossed a distance of over ten meters to where Meng Qingjiao was on the rooftop.

He squatted down, searching the dark-circled young man for a while before quickly pulling out a matchbox half the size of a palm.

[Detected Divine Substance, absorbing Divinity...]

"As expected." Xue Jing nodded.

Just as Cease-Blades had predicted, 'The Skin-Peeler' was influenced by GOD-1291.

He took out his phone, intending to call Ning Yuantai.

Just then, his expression suddenly shifted as he turned to look at Meng Qingjiao.

"Sis."

Meng Qingjiao nodded, opened her mouth and took the remaining chicken leg inside, her tongue in action, and when she took it out again, only a bare bone remained.

"Master, what's up?" The lifted Zong Shichan also sensed something amiss, she asked puzzledly.

Xue Jing didn't reply, merely handed the little girl over to Meng Qingjiao.

Meng Qingjiao took Zong Shichan and conveniently wiped the grease from touching the chicken leg onto the training garment.

Zong Shichan's mouth twitched, "..."

Suddenly.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh——"

Four to five shadows, forming a circle from all directions, moved around among the skyscrapers, encroaching around them.

"Brother Zhang!"

Seeing Zhang Renxu lying on the ground, a young woman's pupils shrank.

Turning immediately toward Meng Qingjiao holding Zong Shichan, a bad feeling surged through her as she guessed what might have happened.

Xue Jing eyed the encroaching figures, recognizing one of them.

Leader of the Razor Gang—Su Bijin.

Su Bijin saw him too, immediately shouted out, "Sis Chen, it's Xue Jing!"

On hearing that, Chen Wenyan's gaze fixed on Xue Jing and her eyes narrowed slightly.

In a flash, she swiftly organized her thoughts and decisively ordered:

"Kill them all, we absolutely cannot leave any survivors!"

As soon as the words fell, five direct disciples of the Golden Wind Dojo immediately burst out with a sky-high killing intent that enveloped the three people including Xue Jing.

Zong Shichan's body stiffened, and images of her own tragic death continuously surfaced in her mind.

But before she could feel fear, a hand as white as jade and even more delicate than a woman's gently rested on her head.

The warm palm emitted heat, instantly dispelling the extreme cold of the killing intent surrounding her.

"Master..." Zong Shichan stared blankly at Xue Jing.

"Sister Meng, protect this girl for me. I'll handle the rest," Xue Jing spoke softly.

"..." Meng Qingjiao gave him a glance and silently nodded.

"Everyone, hold your positions. Don't let them escape!"

Chen Wenyan waved her right hand, her gaze stern as she commanded.

The five direct disciples maintained their encirclement and started to close in on the three people including Xue Jing.

"...Not letting us run?"

Xue Jing cocked his head, his silvery white divine pupils scanning his surroundings.

"You, seem to have misunderstood something," he said in an evenly flat tone.

Without any apparent movement, suddenly, he vanished from the spot.

"Boom—"

"Crack—"

A trail of colorful tailfire streaked across the sky, and when Xue Jing reappeared, he was holding a corpse in his hand.

The corpse's neck had been pinched to the thickness of sugarcane by his palm, its head twisted at an exaggerated angle, its entire body limp and dangling lifelessly on the ground, dead beyond doubt.

This sudden scene shocked everyone present.

"Xiang!"

"Zhao junior!"

The direct disciples of the Golden Wind Dojo all cried out in alarm.

Xue Jing casually tossed the corpse aside and said indifferently,

"—You, are the prey."

"Master!!!" Zong Shichan's eyes gleamed.

Chen Wenyan gritted her teeth and said, "Attack!"

As soon as the words fell, the four people instantly burst forth, charging towards Xue Jing.

The sharpness of their power cut through the air, screeching like squealing blades, akin to four divine weapons thrusting at Xue Jing at once, the momentum was staggering.

In close combat, unless the gap in strength was too vast, the side with more people usually held an overwhelming advantage, just like a professional boxer who, in an open area, faced two or three healthy ordinary people, would get beaten black and blue.

Not to mention the coordinated attack formation that the disciples of the Golden Wind Dojo had specifically trained in, coming at him all at once, it was seemingly unavoidable and unstoppable.

However, Xue Jing had not planned to either block or dodge.

He took a deep breath, his power circulated, the Extremely Rigid True Dragon roared, and pale golden Dragon Qi turned into the shape of a dragon, coiling around his body.

Then, Flames Connecting Colors ignited on him.

Spiral indentations emerged on his body, rotating and gathering towards his palms and feet.

The moment the four from the Golden Wind Dojo got close to him, Xue Jing struck out with unimaginable speed, delivering four moves.

His right hand swung out a punch, hitting one in the face.

He pulled back his arm, and an elbow slammed into another's chest.

His right foot lifted, instantly kicking out two thrusts, left and right, each hitting the remaining two in their abdomens.

Every motion he made was accompanied by a spiral, tornado-shaped trail of colorful fireworks, lingering in the void, not dispersing for a long time.

"—Flame Color Chain - Burning Wheel!"

"Bang, bang, bang, bang—!!!"

Four explosions sounded as the four true successors from the Golden Wind Dojo were sent flying simultaneously, flung back at a speed far exceeding their incoming momentum.

One person flew towards the road below, crashing into a camphor tree, snapping it in half with a crack, his body pierced by tree branches, with blood gushing wildly.

Another person flew towards the high-rises, continuously smashing through three or four buildings, debris scattering, leaving a trail of blood, whereabouts unknown.

Another shot nearly a hundred meters into the sky before falling down softly like a tattered cotton pad.

The last one plunged straight into the road below, creating a human-shaped deep crater, halting countless vehicles.

Victory or defeat, all in an instant.

Zong Shichan's mouth slightly opened, staring agape.

She gazed at that godlike straight-backed figure, her eyes brightening to their utmost.

"Master..."

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