The Ultimate Husband (Darryl and Lily Lyndon) novel Chapter 2393

Impossible!

What skill did Zhang Jue use to put out the flame that Zhurong had cast?

Zhurong was the supreme existence that people had worshipped as the Fire God for more than a thousand years for his ability to manipulate flame. No one would have believed that it could be extinguished with such ease by Zhang Jue if they had not seen it for themselves.

“You—” Zhurong’s eyes widened in shock as he stared at Zhang Jue; he was shocked and enraged.

“Don’t look so surprised; that is the Black Hurricane. It is no ordinary hurricane,” Zhang Jue grinned as he said to Zhurong.

The Black Hurricane was a skill that Zhang Jue had mastered from the Immortal Pure Scripture, the most mysterious book that contained even the most bizarre knowledge beyond one’s imagination. Megan Castello managed to subdue all sects because she had learned the Dark Day Pill recipe from the Immortal Pure Scripture, which did not hold a candle to the Black Hurricane in terms of power. Zhurong’s face flushed crimson as he opened his mouth as if to argue, but he was rendered speechless.

“Darryl Darby!” Zhang Jue’s expression was vicious as he said that victoriously. “Even heaven is on my side today; there is no way you can survive this. Decide now, or your death will be marked on this day.”

‘Even Zhurong is not my match; who else could defy me?’ Zhang Jue thought as he laughed arrogantly.

Darryl drew a deep breath wordlessly; his expression was gloom and helpless as he glared at Zhang Jue. It was no wonder that the man could rule over the entire world a thousand years ago. Even Zhurong could not defeat him; it was sufficient proof that Zhang Jue had established the Yellow Turban Rebellion and wreaked havoc all across the Nine Mainland with his own strength and power.

“It’s over. I guess I have no choice but to surrender to Zhang Jue today,” Darryl thought as he smiled bitterly.

“Amitabha!” Out of the blue, Rama, who had stayed silent the entire time, gestured with his two palms folded toward Zhang Jue. “Almsgiver Zhang, the current situation does call for all parties to work together against the Raksasa Tribe. Would it not be inappropriate for you to turn against your allies?” he said.

Zhang Jue laughed, sneered, and said, “Master Rama, save the lectures. If you truly think that that is inappropriate, why don’t we have a duel and decide? If you win, I will retreat; if you lose, you can shut up and mind your own business.”

Rama’s expression froze awkwardly at his words. He might have stood a chance against Zhang Jue in a duel if his internal energy had not been depleted previously. There was no chance that he would win in that state. Chester and the others cursed inwardly as their expressions darkened when they heard Zhang Jue’s shameless reply. He knew that Master Rama’s internal energy had yet to recover, and still, Zhang Jue challenged him intentionally; he knew that the monk would not be able to do anything. Everyone was furious and in despair when they realized that none of them could defeat Zhang Jue. Did they really have to surrender?