Chapter 963 You Are Just an Old Hand After All, You Still Haven't Practiced Enough

The old dean is really doubting himself now.

He is much stronger now than before, especially in terms of artistic conception, with the help of Dao Wang's broken soul and skull.

The old dean feels that he is not afraid of anyone except some old monsters.

But Tang Chen, this pervert, not only shows a calm and natural demeanor, but is also completely unaffected by any external influence.

He has rich experience in discussing Taoism with others and responds smoothly, which makes people feel incredible.

"Impossible, how can I, the dean of Longyuan Academy, lose to a junior!" The old dean's pupils shone like torches, and his voice gradually became cold and low.

His shoulders trembled, and the majestic immortal energy surged up like the boundless clouds, and he muttered something in his mouth, the wind and clouds suddenly changed, and everything changed.

The wind and clouds rotated, just like the shape of the vortex in the deep sea was changing, and the suppressed divine power forced everyone's mind.

"Fist, kill the enemy;"

The old dean's voice was like thunder, echoing in the nine heavens and ten earths.

These four short words contain the mysterious power of boxing.

Boom!

The clouds and mists shattered, and the Wanzhang Divine Fist showed a pitch-black luster, and the appearance was more like a metallic luster.

In the eyes of the students, this was not the embodiment of boxing, but more like a natural disaster transformed by Taoism.

The Wanzhang Divine Fist fell down, accompanied by the roar of wind and thunder, which fully demonstrated the domineering power in it.

Tang Chen raised his eyes and looked at the Wanzhang Divine Fist, and whispered: "The palm is ever-changing; it can be a gun, a knife, and can also push time;"

He slowly pushed out his palm, which was as white as jade and crystal clear, as if it was carved from a piece of peerless gem.

Buzz...

Such a relaxed and comfortable palm, but in the eyes of countless people, it contains thousands of evolutions, which is extremely terrifying.

This blow did not have the shocking power of the gods, nor the earth-shaking roar, but only performed the palm.

Boom!

The intersection of fist and palm was like a comet hitting the earth, completely exploding.

Tang Chen under the ten thousand feet divine fist seemed like an ant facing a natural disaster, with no power to resist.

The old dean showed a sneer at the corner of his mouth, and moved the divine fist to press towards Tang Chen.

Such a visually impactful scene was deeply imprinted in everyone's eyes.

But when the ten thousand feet divine fist was wrapped in the power of wind and thunder, it collided with Tang Chen's palm and suddenly shattered.

With a click, a large number of cracks continued to spread, and the fragmented ten thousand feet divine fist exploded like glass.

The majestic fairy spirit shook the sky, the clouds and mist disappeared, and the blue sky was restored, shining on everyone's faces.

"Tang Cult has returned the Dao to its original state."

"How did he manage to maintain his own identity among so many Daos?"

"It's incredible. He is knowledgeable and understands the essence. He is a top talent."

Countless people praised and complimented Tang Chen's performance this time.

The old dean groaned, his body kept retreating, and his pupils trembled violently.

After many defeats, his emotions began to change.

"I have refined the broken soul and skull of Dao King. It is impossible for me to lose to this person. It is obviously stronger!" The old dean raised his head suddenly and roared.

Everyone was shocked. After hearing this, they understood why the old dean was stronger than before. It turned out that he got the treasure of Dao King.

Tang Chen stood with his arms folded and joked: "So what? Even if I give you more treasures, if you don't make good use of them, you are just an old hand after all."

"Make a move, I will break you!" The old dean said with red eyes and gritted his teeth.

Tang Chen showed a thoughtful expression, but did not make a move.

Students, elders, teachers, and the crowd who came to watch the show all looked at each other in bewilderment. What happened?

Haotai saw Tang Chen not taking action from a distance and taunted him, "What, you are out of tricks, right? Why don't you get down quickly?"

"I know too much. I'm thinking about how to abuse your dog owner." Tang Chen said with a little annoyance.

The whole audience was silent, and then countless people showed unhappy and envious expressions on their faces.

Some people even twitched their mouths and said in unison, "In fact, we also want to get this kind of trouble."

"He is so good at pretending. I want to punch him." Jin Zhan muttered.

Xiao Meilong has begun to blow air into his little pink fist, ready to hit him as soon as Tang Chen comes down.

The old dean was different. Instead, he showed a ferocious look.

This is obviously a kind of contempt and ridicule for him, which is too arrogant.

Tang Chen's black hair danced lightly, and he smiled faintly: "I thought of it. Let's use the dark way that I just mastered recently."

Say this in a relaxed and ordinary tone, let alone the old dean, everyone else thinks it is too arrogant.

"Darkness is the enemy of light; it takes away the five senses, and fear eats its soul;"

When his starry eyes opened and closed, his pupils turned black, and his voice became faint and cold.

Snap!

Tang Chen snapped his fingers, and the area within a radius of ten thousand miles was instantly plunged into endless darkness, as if an oil lamp was blown out in the dark night.

Darkness came and enveloped everything.

The old dean sneered: "How dare you use such a trick in front of me!"

"Fire is light;"

His pupils lit up, like daylight.

The darkness on all sides was constantly dispelled, as if a pile of firewood was burning, lighting up a faint light.

But the darkness was not completely dispelled, and it even continued to devour the old dean's fire way.

The old dean trembled in his heart, this is impossible!

Just as he was about to continue to exert the power of the Great Dao, the light that he could see in front of him disappeared.

Then, his vision, hearing, touch, smell, and taste disappeared one after another.

The old dean was completely lost in the darkness of nothingness.

Indistinctly, a trace of fear eroded the old dean's soul like a demon, dragging him to the end of the abyss.

"No, I am the ancestor of Wuqing, how can I be afraid of darkness!"

"I can't see or hear!"

The old dean shouted frantically.

Plop...

The dull heartbeat sounded, he couldn't hear it, but he could feel it.

From this moment on, the Taoist heart of this high and mighty old dean began to collapse.

The heart seemed to jump out of his throat, pulling his nerves all over his body, depressed and terrifying.

"Let me out, I don't want to be here anymore!" The old dean screamed hysterically.

He yelled and screamed, as if endless years had passed, and finally his Taoist heart collapsed completely, and he fainted with a scream.

At the moment when the old dean was unconscious, he heard another snap of his fingers, and the darkness was like an illusory bubble, and he suddenly woke up.

With a bang, the old dean fell on the mountain of Feihongtai, looking extremely embarrassed.

Everyone saw this scene and couldn't help swallowing their saliva. This dark road was really weird.

"Darkness is an illusion of falsehood and deception. You still don't practice enough." Tang Chen looked down at the old dean and smiled lightly.

There are not many people who dare to say that the old dean has not practiced enough, but Tang Chen is absolutely qualified to say it.

He unilaterally suppressed the old dean!