According to Tu Junhou's estimation, Chen Xiao could withstand about ten palm imprints, and would surely die within thirty.
Even so, it was already quite remarkable.
After all, over ninety-nine percent of cultivators in this world couldn't even withstand three of Tu Junhou's palm imprints.
So when the first palm imprint landed on Chen Xiao, and he showed no abnormalities, Tu Junhou wasn't too surprised.
Let the palm imprints linger for a while longer!
The second, the third... the tenth!
When the tenth palm imprint struck Chen Xiao, Tu Junhou was no longer so composed.
Because these ten palm imprints had also caused no damage to Chen Xiao.
The palm imprints merely left ripples on Chen Xiao's body before vanishing without a trace.
"How is this possible?"
Tu Junhou was dumbfounded, a bad premonition forming in his mind.
"Yu Baimei, what's going on? Didn't you say Tu Junhou's Myriad Manifestation Seal is invincible? That you couldn't even withstand three? This kid has taken over ten and shows no reaction?" Gou Tianshi asked, glancing sideways.
"Uh, this... let's keep watching..." Yu Baimei stammered, unable to articulate anything. The scene before him was too bizarre.
Logically, the power of the Myriad Manifestation Seal should be far greater than this!
Elder Huang, however, felt relieved. It seemed Chen Xiao was in the clear, just as he had predicted.
So what if Tu Junhou was the foremost sorcerer in Hong Kong? He was merely a king of this small corner of the world, while Chen Xiao was a dragon among men!
The young man beside him kept scratching his head, his already disheveled hair becoming even more so.
Thirty, fifty... one hundred, two hundred... two hundred and fifty-six!
Others might not know, but Tu Junhou was perfectly aware that with his current abilities, he could only manifest a maximum of two hundred and fifty-six Myriad Manifestation Seals.
This move consumed all the spiritual energy within him and was his ultimate killing blow.
But the result made him want to die.
"You, what exactly are you!"
Looking at Chen Xiao, who had taken all two hundred and fifty-six of his Myriad Manifestation Seals and remained unharmed, Tu Junhou was on the verge of collapse.
"A mere trick, and you dare to show off?"
Chen Xiao sneered, "Tu Junhou, is this all the skill you possess?"
Tu Junhou's expression turned grim, and he gritted his teeth, "Brat, don't get cocky. Even if the Myriad Manifestation Seal has no effect on you, you're already a fish on my chopping block, bound by the Dragon Locking Seal."
Chen Xiao burst into laughter, "I already said it was a mere trick. Do you think this thing can truly lock me?"
Amidst his laughter, Chen Xiao's eyes blazed with fire, and the Qilin Fire erupted, instantly incinerating the swastika chains into nothingness.
Tu Junhou was stunned, and everyone else was stunned...
It turned out Chen Xiao had been able to break free from the Dragon Locking Seal long ago. His apparent helplessness and waiting for death was merely him toying with Tu Junhou.
What was the background of this Chen fellow? How had he become so powerful?
The same question arose in everyone's minds.
Tu Junhou began to regret it. If he had known this would be the outcome, he shouldn't have challenged Chen Xiao three days prior.
Song Fangjin was dead, so be it; he didn't care!
Now, he was in a predicament, unsure of what would happen next.
"Tu Junhou, what you gave me, I shall return to you now!"
Following Chen Xiao's calm words, his body suddenly trembled.
Immediately after, hundreds of palm imprints shot out from his body, hurtling towards Tu Junhou like a torrential downpour.
"This kid... how, how did he do that?"
Tu Junhou's face contorted in terror, his eyes widening with increasing fear.
Everyone was utterly shocked.
Using his own methods against him!
Wasn't this Chen fellow invincible?
These two hundred and fifty-six palm imprints were much faster than before, reaching Tu Junhou in the blink of an eye!
Tu Junhou quickly retracted his body, unfurling his white robe to completely envelop him!
Rumble—
Rumble—
A series of colossal explosions erupted, the detonation of two hundred and fifty-six palm imprints akin to a massive amount of dynamite detonating simultaneously!
The entire Wanhe Mountain trembled as if an earthquake had struck.
The entire Hong Kong heard the massive explosion from the direction of Wanhe Mountain. Unaware citizens thought a war had broken out!
Nearly five minutes later, the dust settled, and the smoke dissipated.
The spot where Tu Junhou had stood had vanished, replaced by a massive crater.
And Tu Junhou lay quietly in the crater, seemingly devoid of life.
His body was covered in bloodstains, and his magical white robe was tattered, torn into strips hanging from him.
Chen Xiao rushed forward to check. Fortunately, Tu Junhou still had a faint breath; he wasn't completely dead.
If he died, Chen Xiao would have labored in vain.
"Tu Junhou, you have lost!"
Chen Xiao declared from above, looking down at Tu Junhou in the crater.
Everyone knew that Tu Junhou had lost, and lost miserably.
And Chen Xiao would now take his place as the foremost sorcerer in Hong Kong.
"Heh heh heh..."
However, at that moment, Tu Junhou in the crater suddenly stirred, letting out a sinister laugh.
"Young man, do you think you have truly won?"
Hearing this, Chen Xiao was slightly taken aback, then said playfully, "Do you perhaps have some other hidden trump card?"
"Young man, do you know why I arranged to fight you three days in advance?" Tu Junhou suddenly asked.
"Didn't you just say it was to give me time to consider? What, do you have another motive?" Chen Xiao narrowed his eyes, trying to see through Tu Junhou.
"You are mistaken. I, Tu Junhou, never fight battles I am not sure of winning. If you had sought me out three days ago, I might have already fallen by your hand. But now, I am in an unassailable position!" Tu Junhou's tone was calm but left no room for doubt.
Everyone, including Chen Xiao, looked puzzled.
What other trump card did Tu Junhou possess?
At this moment, Tu Junhou suddenly leaped out of the crater like a cannonball.
He tore off his white robe and flung it towards the sky.
The white robe grew larger and larger, eventually transforming into a radiant mist that spread across every peak of Wanhe Mountain.
Then, Tu Junhou stomped his foot hard, and the ground rumbled with a tremor!
"From this day forward, Wanhe Mountain is me, and I am Wanhe Mountain!"
Tu Junhou roared with all his might, and the earth beneath his feet seemed to come alive, crawling towards him.
In an instant, Tu Junhou's body was covered by soil, then flowed downwards like melting butter. Finally, his entire being merged into the earth beneath him...