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Chapter 489 Joy of Life 45

At this critical juncture of life and death, Li Chengze remained calm and composed, his eyes as still as water.

He stood quietly in place, watching the man in black approach step by step, without showing the slightest intention to retreat or avoid him.

Just as the iron rod was about to touch the top of his head, a crimson mark instantly bloomed on his forehead, and a vast amount of mental power surged out from the red mark, weaving an indestructible barrier in front of him.

The temple messenger felt a tremendous resistance coming from the iron rod. He raised his hand and unleashed a palm strike, attempting to break through the invisible barrier.

However, the barrier was as solid as an impregnable fortress, and no matter how hard he tried, he could not budge it in the slightest.

Seeing this, Xie and Fan felt somewhat relieved and took the opportunity to swing their swords and attack the temple messenger.

Sensing the two attackers, the temple messenger retreated again, leaping lightly and landing steadily on the roof beam.

He stood there quietly, "gazing" at Li Chengze with his eyes covered by a black cloth, as if pondering what that force had been.

Unfortunately, he was just an emotionless machine; his so-called "thinking" was merely mechanically searching the database in his mind.

After searching, the temple messengers found no information about this power.

Therefore, he once again made eliminating this "loophole" his top priority.

With a swift movement, it swooped down towards Li Chengze once more.

The temple messenger merely waved the iron rod in his hand casually at Xie Bi'an and Fan Wujiu, who were blocking his way.

The two felt an overwhelming force suddenly slam into their chests, as if their internal organs were about to be displaced by the force.

The sword and knife flew out of his hand, and his body flew backward uncontrollably, crashing heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

Xie Bi'an struggled to prop himself up from the ground, his face as pale as the first snow of winter, devoid of any color: "I have fought against a ninth-rank cultivator before, and the cultivation level of this person in front of me has probably far surpassed the ninth-rank category."

Xie Bi'an gasped for breath, and after saying those words, he felt a surge in his chest and a metallic taste rising to his throat.

With a "pfft," he spat out a mouthful of blood, which instantly stained his clothes red.

Fan Wujiu's eyes widened in terror. He clutched his chest and said in a trembling voice, "You mean... he's a Grandmaster? This... how is this possible?"

In the eyes of the world, a Grandmaster is a mythical figure, an unattainable peak.

As everyone knows, there are only four Grandmasters in this world.

Moreover, it has been a full twenty years since those four grandmasters broke through their cultivation levels.

The man in black in front of me has a youthful face and looks like a teenager, at most twenty years old. How could he possibly be a Grandmaster?

Li Chengze frowned slightly, a resolute ruthlessness flashing in his eyes.

He took a deep breath, mobilized all the remaining mental energy in his body, forming a powerful force that blasted directly at the flying temple messenger.

The temple messenger clearly sensed the unusual nature of Li Chengze's attack and, in turn, mobilized all his strength without reservation.

The two forces collided violently, and the enormous impact tore the surrounding air apart.

"boom!"

Under the immense force of the man in black, the telekinetic energy instantly created a breach, becoming uncontrollable like a dam bursting.

Li Chengze felt a sharp pain in his chest, and then a mouthful of blood uncontrollably spilled from the corner of his mouth.

He smiled bitterly to himself, knowing this would happen.

After countless transmigrations, his mental power had reached an extremely high level, but each time he arrived in a new world, he was suppressed by the rules of the current world and would never exceed the power range allowed by the current world.

Moreover, his mental power is closely connected to his soul, and if it is damaged, the harm to him will be immeasurable.

That's why, after learning that there were such incredibly powerful figures as Grandmasters in this world, he worked hard to improve his martial arts, precisely because he was afraid that this situation would happen today.

It's true what they say, what you fear most is what happens.

Li Chengze gritted his teeth and flicked his sleeve at the temple messenger.

Suddenly, a flurry of blossoms burst forth, like the most dazzling cherry blossom rain in spring, breathtakingly beautiful.

However, beneath this breathtaking scenery lies a deadly crisis.

Each falling petal was like a sharp blade, enveloping the temple messenger.

wow——

Swish swish swish—

When the flying petals flew towards the temple messenger, they did not cut him in the slightest. Instead, they made a series of barely perceptible rustling sounds before falling to the ground.

Li Chengze frowned, as if he had discovered something unbelievable, and his eyes widened instantly.

At the same time, the temple messenger, as swift as a ghost, pounced on him again with astonishing speed.

"Your Highness!"

Xie Bi'an and Fan Wujiu rushed to Li Chengze almost simultaneously, staggering as they stood between him and the temple envoy, trying to use their bodies to shield their prince from the attack.

A suffocating tension filled the air, and time seemed to freeze at that moment.

The two listened to their own heavy, rapid breathing, closed their eyes, and waited for a long time, but they still did not feel the expected pain.

The two tentatively opened their eyes, and the sight before them astonished them.

The man in black, who had been so aggressive just moments before, now stood motionless, holding an iron rod, as if frozen in place by some mysterious force, completely devoid of his previous ferocity.

The two exchanged a surprised glance, and without hesitation dragged Li Chengze backward, fearing that the temple messenger might suddenly resume his actions and launch another attack on them.

"Cough cough cough."

Li Chengze coughed a few times, looked at the temple messenger with a complicated expression, and waved to Xie Bi'an and Fan Wujiu, signaling them to relax their guard: "It's alright, he should already be 'dead'."

"Dead?" Fan Wujiu looked bewildered upon hearing this, somewhat confused by the sudden change: "How could this person suddenly die?"

Xie Bi'an was also full of doubts, and tentatively kicked a piece of broken wood on the ground toward the temple messenger.

The moment the wood touched the temple messenger—

"boom!"

The temple messenger's body collapsed limply to the ground, the iron rod in his hand falling to the ground, his previous imposing presence gone.

"This... is he really dead?" Xie Bi'an and Fan Wujiu exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with shock and confusion.

Li Chengze appeared particularly calm. He looked around at his surroundings and finally his gaze fell on a perfectly intact chair. He walked over and sat down.

He felt he needed to calmly think things through.