a Man Like None Other Chapter 7103 Demolition
“Who said that?”
David jumped off the rock and walked up to him, patting him on the shoulder. “That bastard Heng Xuan said it, right? If he doesn’t scare you, how will you obediently act like dogs?”
“Don’t worry, I’ve removed at least eighty or a hundred shackles. Ye Qing was the first. Look at him now, isn’t he useless?”
Ye Qing stood to the side, his body surging with Daoist energy, his aura steadily hovering at the peak of the third rank of Immortal Lord. His complexion was rosy, and his spirits were better than anyone else present.
He patted his chest in agreement: “Brother Tieshan, trust Young Master. These past two years, I’ve been weighed down by those shackles like a dead fish. Now that the shackles are off, I feel refreshed and like a completely different person.”
Tieshan gritted his teeth and nodded emphatically: “Fine! Demolish!”
David reached out and placed his hand on his wrist. The Chaos Origin silently probed into his meridians, precisely locking onto the silver-white shackles that were coiled around the dantian.
He closed his eyes and sensed for a moment, then frowned slightly: “The third shackle is more complicated than Ye Qing’s. It also contains a wisp of the remnant spirit of the Order Soul. No wonder you were suppressed so badly.”
“Can it be dismantled?” Tieshan asked nervously.
“You underestimate me?”
David opened his eyes, a roguish smile playing on his lips. “Stand still, don’t move.”
The origin of chaos transformed into a thin, grayish-black thread, like an extremely precise key, probing and peeling away layer by layer along the cracks and lines of the shackles.
The silvery-white orthodox Dao patterns trembled violently under the erosion of the chaotic origin, attempting to resist, to retaliate, and to send out warnings.
However, the natural spiritual vein shielding layer at the bottom of the underground river is like a net, suppressing, annihilating, and dissipating all fluctuations, preventing even a single signal from being transmitted.
A few breaths later, a very faint “crack” sound came from Tieshan’s dantian.
The orthodox shackles that had bound him for more than ten years shattered, disintegrated, and dissipated from within, turning into a wisp of dim, silvery-white smoke that was expelled from his fingertips and washed away by the dark river’s spiritual spring.
Tieshan shuddered, his eyes widened suddenly, and his eye sockets instantly turned red.
He looked down at his hands, feeling the primordial Dao energy in his dantian, which had been suppressed for too long, surge forth like thawing spring water. His whole body trembled violently, and his lips quivered, unable to utter a word.
After a long pause, he suddenly knelt down before David, his voice choked with emotion: “Young Master Chen my life, Tie Shan’s life, is now yours”
“Get up, get up.”
David reached out and pulled him up, his tone tinged with disdain, “Don’t kneel down all the time. I’m not some clay statue in a temple, I can’t take this. If you really want to thank me, just beat up a few more of the Border Patrol Division’s lackeys for me later.”