Chapter 128

At this moment, not only were Wuming's pupils shaking, feeling that someone's martial arts had reached a level he couldn't fathom, but Bu Jingyun was also terrified.

An opponent he feared he couldn't defeat even with all his strength had been killed by the white-haired, black-robed person with a wave of his hand. One could imagine what kind of unfathomable realm his martial arts had reached.

Qin Shuang was also terrified, knowing that his master's martial arts were definitely not something he could match, but until he saw it with his own eyes, he still felt he had underestimated him by far.

Only Youruo had surprise on her face, with no fear.

At this time, a young man holding a long saber walked over step by step. His long hair was flowing, his pupils were red like fire, and his whole body radiated an incomparably violent aura, like a puppet without consciousness, walking toward the great hall of the Jue Wushen Palace with abnormal coldness.

"Interesting. Those who have entered the demonic path in this world are all unable to control the bloodthirst in their hearts, only wanting to kill and kill all living things."

Zhuang Buran looked sideways:

"After Feng'er entered the demonic path, he still possessed a trace of humanity. Whenever he encountered someone he considered most important, he would put away his saber and leave. And now, he only has one thought, which is to kill the person he wanted to kill before entering the demonic path."

"Father, do you have any way to save Senior Brother Feng?" Youruo hurriedly asked.

"There's no saving him; wait for death," the white-haired, black-robed person said indifferently.

As soon as Youruo heard this, before she could feel sad, she saw the playful smile at the corner of her father's mouth.

"Father, you are teasing your daughter again."

"Sigh, a grown daughter cannot be kept. I didn't expect you to still be thinking about this 'saintly' person. I suddenly feel that his demonic appearance is extremely pleasing to the eye."

"What 'saintly' person? Senior Brother Feng is a man," Youruo corrected helplessly.

"Looking at his state, the key to him not completely entering the demonic path is not only because of the saber technique he practiced, but mainly because he is tied by a thread of emotion in his heart."

The white-haired, black-robed person glanced at Youruo sideways:

"And this thread of emotion is not you."

"Father, your daughter no longer cares about anything else; I only wish for Senior Brother Feng to be safe and sound," Youruo hugged the white-haired, black-robed person's arm:

"I believe you must have a way to save Senior Brother Feng. No matter what, he is also your disciple. When Senior Brother Yun wanted revenge, he was very mindful of the master-disciple bond and tried to stop Senior Brother Yun."

"Wanting your father to intervene and save him is not impossible."

Once these words were spoken, not only did Youruo show joy, but Qin Shuang and Bu Jingyun also looked at the white-haired, black-robed person with hope.

But Wuming felt a sense of foreboding in his heart, always feeling that something strange was about to happen.

"As long as Jingyun cries bitterly, performs the three-kneel and nine-bow salute to me, and calls me 'Master' from now on, I will let Feng'er recover," Zhuang Buran said slowly.

Everyone was silent. Who in the world didn't know Bu Jingyun's title of 'Uncrying God of Death'? And times were different now; he was no longer the weak child of the past. How could he perform the three-kneel and nine-bow salute, and he was even asked to respectfully call him 'Master'? Such a heart-piercing act was simply more painful than killing him.

The white-haired, black-robed person waved his sleeve, and a smooth, perfect sleeve wind hit Nie Feng's back of the head. He fainted instantly, and just as he was about to fall, Qin Shuang flashed and caught him.

"Jingyun, I will give you time to consider. Once you have thought it through, bring Feng'er to Ruoshui Ju."

Zhuang Buran walked up the steps, ignoring everyone else.

Youruo shook her head bitterly at Qin Shuang and Bu Jingyun, indicating that she was powerless.

Wuming sighed lightly and followed the white-haired, black-robed person closely. The most urgent matter now was to eradicate the Wushen Jue Palace.

Youruo and the others knew that someone could help Nie Feng get rid of the demonic path, so they breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly followed.

Zhuang Buran walked into the great hall and walked deep into the hall with ease.

Everywhere he went, the guards of the Wushen Jue Palace fell to the ground, all shaken to death by a fierce aura like sword energy, so that the hidden traps became decorations.

Before long, they saw a tall and strong man sitting in the main hall. He was as strong as an iron tower, with broad shoulders and a thick back, short beard and cold eyes, wearing armor, with a short beard on his chin, showing the appearance of an owl-hero.

"Who are you?"

The tall and strong man's eyes were as sharp as a hawk's, and his voice was like a bell:

"Although Wuming became my defeated opponent, he still has the name of a martial arts myth. Today, however, he has fallen to this point, actually hiding behind you, a nobody."

Zhuang Buran stood with his hands behind his back:

"I built this city with my own hands, yet you ask who I am."

"You..." Jue Wushen stood up immediately.

The white-haired, black-robed person smiled and interrupted:

"I am Xiongba."

"I didn't expect Wuming to find such a helper."

Jue Wushen sneered:

"Martial arts rumors say that your martial arts are completely crippled. It seems they are all rumors. Now it's mostly because Wuming saved your life back then, so you came to be his lackey."

"Xiongba, it's a pity that I previously thought we were both hegemons of a generation, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of mutual appreciation."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wuming, walking on his hands, walked to the side of the white-haired, black-robed person, and Youruo and the others also arrived in time.

"Wuming, what is this posture?" Jue Wushen was suspicious.

"'I, the Heavenly Sword Wuming, am the best in the world,'" Wuming said with an expressionless face.

"Arrogant! A defeated opponent dares to claim to be the best in the world!" Jue Wushen laughed in anger.

Zhuang Buran walked out unhurriedly:

"I heard that you used your extraordinary talent and wisdom to painstakingly research and transform the essence of the 'Golden Bell Shield' into a supreme hard skill known as the Indestructible Golden Body."

"This caused divine weapons like the 'Peerless Good Sword' to be unable to break your defense, and Wuming's attacks with 'Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin' were also helpless."

His aura shook, making everyone in the hall feel that the white-haired, black-robed person seemed to be integrated with heaven and earth, reaching a state of seamless fit, as if he were occupying the right time, place, and people at all times, able to use everything in the world for his own purposes, as if he had turned into the vast, boundless, and immense sky.

His figure seemed to teleport, appearing in front of Jue Wushen, his index finger carrying a powerful spiral internal energy, lightly tapping on his forehead.

"Father really did practice the 'Heart-Forgetting Heavenly Book'. This 'Earthly Momentum' move can use the Strange Gate Dunjia to change the terrain, shorten distances, and move objects without anyone noticing."

Youruo sighed in a low voice:

"And the 'Heaven's Will' move, which can use the power of heaven and earth to destroy the target, and can also avoid and absorb all damage that is absolutely impossible to resist."

"In Father's hands and in my hands, it really is one in the sky and one on the ground. I am indeed still at the stage of crossing the threshold."

At the same time, Jue Wushen said indifferently:

"What is this finger of yours called?"

Zhuang Buran smiled at the corner of his mouth:

"The martial arts world is divided into thousands of sects, but their source is one. The foundation of martial arts is limited to points and surfaces."

"Some practice heavy strikes on the surface, and some practice light pokes on the point."

"In this world, I am particularly good at light pokes on the point. Your hard skill indeed has no weak points, and there is only this weak spot under the armpit."

"However, in my eyes, your whole body is full of gaps and loopholes. If the gap under the armpit is the size of a grain of rice, the rest of the places are needle-tip-sized gaps that are imperceptible."

"This finger technique of mine is just enough to break the armor and needle gaps, so that the true energy enters the enemy's body and rotates, thereby shattering their meridians and shattering their internal organs. It is called the 'Armor-Breaking Sharp Seven-Rotation Finger'."

"Good name!"

Jue Wushen shouted 'good', blood stains appeared on his seven orifices, and he died immediately, falling onto the seat behind him, his head hanging down heavily.

"It is naturally a good name," the white-haired, black-robed person turned and threw a sentence:

"What kind of waste dares to be mentioned in the same breath as me."

At the moment Jue Wushen died, Wuming was caught off guard and didn't flip up for the first time, but asked in astonishment:

"Brother Xiong, I clearly felt that your power is not much higher than my peak, so why could you easily kill Jue Wushen with one finger?"

"No matter how powerful martial arts are, they are just techniques. How can they reach the sky? I have passed the age of cultivating techniques without cultivating the Dao."

Zhuang Buran said lightly:

"The amount of power makes no difference to me, because compared to heaven and earth, the human body is like a drop in the ocean, truly too insignificant."

(End of chapter)