Everyone was shocked. What they immediately thought of was not to pounce on this wretched middle-aged man, but to find and protect Prince An.
Unfortunately, King An had already gone into the woods and they couldn't find him, so they could only pounce on the wretched middle-aged man.
The wretched middle-aged man sneered: "Chu Li, why don't you come out yet!"
The night sky was quiet and there was no response.
"Okay, then I will kill everyone in Prince An's Mansion!" The wretched middle-aged man shouted loudly. The sound was like a loud bell, which made the birds in the woods flutter away.
The guards rushed over.
The wretched middle-aged man laughed and came forward.
"Bang bang bang bang..." With a series of muffled sounds, the guards flew out one by one.
They seemed to be helpless children in front of the wretched middle-aged people. Their movements were clumsy and slow, and they could not touch a hair of the wretched middle-aged people, but they were knocked away by the wretched middle-aged people.
The wretched middle-aged man's movements were as fast as lightning, his palms were as fast as lightning, and he was so fast that he couldn't even see his shadow.
In the blink of an eye, none of the guards were standing. The speed of their movements was staggering.
"What a Chu Li, you are really cruel!" The wretched middle-aged man laughed and turned into a shadow, like a dark cloud, and quickly disappeared in front of everyone.
The guards widened their eyes and endured the pain to activate their inner strength, trying to force out this strange palm power.
Unfortunately, the power of the Heavenly Thunder Palm was strange, extremely pure, and extremely domineering. Their internal organs were constantly being tortured, and within a short time they were all severely injured. If they had not been carrying the elixir, their lives would have been on the line.
"Amitabha..." Xu Ning proclaimed the Buddha's name, stood up, came to everyone, and said in a loud voice: "Everyone sit together and put each other's palms against each other's backs to form a circle."
Everyone believed in him and did what he did.
They struggled to get up, enduring the pain, with various expressions on their faces. Panting, they sat down in a circle, stretched out their palms and put their hands on the backs of the people in front of them, one after another, and finally connected with each other to form a circle.
Xu Ning said: "The one among the group is the Heavenly Thunder Palm, which cannot be resolved by one person alone. We can only rely on each other's strength to make these palm forces collide with each other and dissolve. The group slowly activates the internal energy to inject into the bodies of their companions, allowing the internal energy to connect with each other.
"
Everyone did as they were told, and slowly, they felt the strange palm power slowly dissipate and finally disappear, and the physical pleasure also dissipated, as if they had ascended from hell to the paradise world.
This was extremely miraculous. They all raised their heads and looked at Xu Ning in disbelief.
Xu Ning combined the tithe: "This is the unique solution to Ziyun Mountain's Heavenly Thunder Palm. Everyone can use it in the future. Now go find the prince."
Everyone hurriedly returned the favor and got up to look for King An.
They were all injured. Fortunately, the palm strength was removed and it won't get worse. They can just recover slowly.
However, when they think of the wretched middle-aged body skills, they still feel terrible. It is too fast and they can't react in time. So many people are just like a decoration. This is the secret skill of Ziyun Mountain. No wonder Ziyun Mountain can become one of the four major
One of the sects is truly terrifying!
They soon found the dying An Wang in the woods.
The corners of An Wang's mouth were full of blood, and he was lying on the ground in a miserable state, looking like he was about to die at any moment.
They hurriedly made him take the elixir, the life-saving medicine, and then placed King An next to the bonfire. Then they sat down, surrounded King An, closed their eyes, adjusted their breathing, and began to perform exercises to heal his injuries.
At midnight, King An slowly woke up.
Xu Ning is sitting next to him.
King An groaned: "Your Majesty?"
Xu Ning opened his eyes and said softly: "How do you feel, Your Majesty?"
"Shall I save a life?" Wang An asked.
Xu Ning nodded lightly and said, "He still has scruples and doesn't dare to kill the prince."
"Hmph!" King An gritted his teeth and said angrily: "Chu Li!"
Xu Ning said: "The general manager may have escaped, so he chased after him and wanted to use everyone's lives to force the general manager to show up. Unfortunately, the general manager is not here."
"Even if he were here, he wouldn't show up!" King An sneered, "It's all the trouble he caused!"
"Your Majesty, your injuries are too serious and you need to take good care of yourself." Xu Ning whispered: "It's better to go back to the mansion first. You can't go to the Duke's mansion."
"...That's fine." King An knew that if he went to the Duke's Mansion now, he would be humiliating himself.
Xiao Tieying has been holding back his anger for a long time. He will never let go of this opportunity and will humiliate him. If he goes now, he will be asking for trouble.
King An struggled to sit up and exercised his energy and breath. As soon as he exercised his energy, his face suddenly changed drastically.
He glared at Xu Ning: "My martial arts...?"
Xu Ning sighed and whispered: "My lord, you need to practice again."
"Who is this guy?!" King An gritted his teeth and asked slowly: "Who is the one who abolished my martial arts?"
"Geng Huarong." Xu Ning said: "A generation of disciples from Ziyun Mountain are proficient in the Heavenly Thunder Palm, killing people like hemp."
"Geng, Hua, Rong..." King An chewed each word one by one, as if he wanted to imprint this name into his mind and never forget it.
"Your Majesty, your life is still alive, just start practicing from the beginning." Xu Ning said calmly.
King An said coldly: "Your Majesty said it lightly. I practice from scratch. How long will it take to return to my previous cultivation level?"
"I think depending on the prince's ability, three to five years will be enough, right?" Xu Ning said.
"Three years! Five years!" Wang An sneered, then coughed violently.
Xu Ning stroked his back, sent a breath of inner breath, and said warmly: "Why should you be discouraged, Your Majesty? It's only been five years, but in the blink of an eye, practicing again will make your foundation deeper and more conducive to the realm of gods."
"Five years, five years!" King An said coldly: "Do you want Chu Li to live for another five years?"
Xu Ning said calmly: "Your Majesty, this is what his destiny is, so let him live for now. It won't be too late to deal with him after he has mastered martial arts."
"No!" King An shook his head: "I can't stand it for five years!"
Xu Ning looked at him calmly.
King An gritted his teeth and said, "Does your temple have a way to restore martial arts?"
Xu Ning shook his head.
King An said: "There are none of the four major sects?"
Xu Ning sighed: "Your Majesty, it is easy to save a life, but it is difficult to restore martial arts. The only ones who can do it in the world today are the Emperor and the master of the gods from Daleiyin Temple. Your Majesty, you want to ask the Emperor for help?"
"...No." King An said slowly.
He knew that if he asked his father for help, everything would be over and he would be a walking corpse.
My father had never wanted him to inherit the throne, otherwise he would not have agreed to the marriage with the Duke.
But he also knew that his father would not interfere too much with him. As long as he did not kill his brothers, no matter how much trouble he made, his father would only watch from the sidelines. But once he asked his father for help, it would mean withdrawing from the battle for the throne.
He has worked hard for so many years just for the throne. If he can't get the throne, living will be boring, let alone regaining his martial arts?
"So, you can only practice by yourself?" King An said in a deep voice.
Xu Ning nodded slowly.
King An said: "Okay!...Go and find Chu Li!"
"Your Majesty, I guess the chief manager has hidden elsewhere." Xu Ning said.
King An snorted: "Let's have a look. I don't believe he can really escape. Maybe he is dead! ... If he is not dead, then kill him!"
He personally learned Geng Huarong's martial arts. No matter how powerful Chu Li was, he could not escape from Geng Huarong's palm. It was really too powerful.
"Yes." Xu Ning tithes.
Everyone then began to struggle, and with their injured bodies, they began to spread around to look for Chu Li.