Chapter 142: Fist Heavy as a Mountain, Suppressing All Heroes

Yongan Canal connects to the Huashui River in the north and is the largest artificial canal connecting the north and south of Changan. There is a section of it, and a bridge spans across it, named "Yue Ma Bridge."

The lanterns were just lit, and the lights of ten thousand homes were brilliant.

It was the Lantern Festival, and the full moon hung in the sky like a jade plate, reflecting the lights on Changan.

However, the area around Yue Ma Bridge was silent, and the river water under the bridge also flickered with enchanting red light under the bright moonlight, as if it were predicting something.

Suddenly, all the experts in Changan felt a majestic, star-like evil aura rising into the sky in the dark night, rapidly spreading in all directions.

"Evil Emperor Reliquary!"

In Changan, the expressions of various experts changed, and then their bodies shot out like arrows, flying toward the direction of Yue Ma Bridge.

And at this moment, at Yue Ma Bridge, in just an instant, dozens of terrifying auras erupted.

Clearly, the forces of all parties had perhaps discovered the entrance to the treasury long ago, but because they were wary of the mechanisms inside, or wary of others, they didn't dare to go deep into it.

They were just waiting silently, waiting for someone to go to the treasury and take out the Evil Emperor Reliquary, so they could directly reap the benefits.

However, these dozens of figures didn't expect that everyone had such thoughts.

Because the aura of the Evil Emperor Reliquary erupted, it triggered the aura in their bodies, and thus they all discovered each other's figures.

"Sect Master Zhu, the aura of the Evil Emperor Reliquary has leaked. The people outside have all sensed it. Even if you don't go out, it won't be long before they rush in. Lu Miaozi's mechanisms can't block these people."

"I think it's better to go out, choose to break out, and return to the Yinkui Sect's station."

Su Fan looked at the blood-spotted, semi-transparent crystal-like yellow crystal in Zhu Yuyan's palm; this thing

The supreme treasure of the Demonic Sect.

An object that, once it appeared in the world, would stir up a storm of blood and slaughter throughout the entire martial arts world.

Compared to the Imperial Jade Seal, the martial arts world clearly valued this object more, because the Imperial Jade Seal was very sinister and easily harmed its owner; if one were not careful, they could be driven to madness by it.

"Good!"

Zhu Yuyan also knew that wanting to absorb the essence of the Evil Emperor Reliquary here was naturally not a good choice, which would only be feasible if there were no outsiders.

But those powerful auras outside indicated that those people had already arrived and would never give her time to absorb the essence of the Evil Emperor Reliquary.

Whoosh, whoosh...

The two of them quickly exited from another entrance of the Yang Gong Treasury.

Unfortunately, the aura of the Evil Emperor Reliquary was like a bright lamp in the dark night; within ten miles, experts could all perceive it.

"Zhu Yuyan, hand over the Evil Emperor Reliquary!"

The other exit of the Yang Gong Treasury was under an arched bridge on the other side of the Ba River.

As soon as the two of them emerged, someone discovered them, and upon seeing it was Zhu Yuyan, they immediately let out a loud roar.

Instantly, dozens of other auras swarmed over.

"You're courting death!"

Seeing someone expose her position, Zhu Yuyan's face turned livid; she had originally hoped to take advantage of the gap in time to run further away.

As a result, this expectation could not be fulfilled either.

So her killing intent surged instantly, and with a flick of her sleeve, the Heavenly Demon True Qi whistled out.

Bang!

In just an instant, this veteran of the martial arts world, comparable to a super first-class expert, breathed his last; he had not expected Zhu Yuyan to be so fast, almost flashing to his side without giving him the slightest chance.

Moreover, he himself actually felt some regret after shouting that.

However, regret was too late; as a Grandmaster-level expert, Zhu Yuyan's Heavenly Demon True Qi was even more terrifyingly abnormal.

Delayed by this, the figures behind them also swished toward the two, and under the moonlight, one could already see the shadows of the figures.

"You go first!"

Su Fan said calmly.

Then he stood there with a commanding presence.

"Everyone, if you want to pass, you must first get past this official."

Su Fan suddenly let out a long roar toward the sky, the sound shaking the universe and moving the heavens and earth; with one angry shout, a roaring giant wave surged toward the crowd rushing head-on.

"How bold!"

"Yuwen Chengji, do you think you alone can stop all of us?"

Under the moonlight, a figure in a black robe appeared abruptly.

"Hmph! Whether I can stop you or not, you'll know once you try."

Su Fan perceived that among the dozen or so figures approaching, several were Grandmasters, one exuding a rich sword intent, his whole body radiating endless sharpness.

Another exuded scorching energy, like a furnace, not the kind of blood-qi furnace Su Fan had, but a violent and scorching True Qi.

These two were Fu Cailin and Bi Xuan.

Su Fan perceived them immediately, and at the same time, there was a strange aura—that was the aura of Shi Zhixuan; Su Fan's spirit was incredibly powerful, and although Shi Zhixuan had restrained his aura and kept hiding at the very back,

he was still discovered by Su Fan.

"Take a punch from this official!"

In the dark night, a blood-colored fist aura, as heavy as a mountain and as surging as a giant wave, with a continuous fist momentum, crashed down on the crowd.

Within the fist aura carried Su Fan's martial will; after the last great battle, Su Fan had made another breakthrough upon his return.

Not only did he create a means of spiritual attack, but his own martial arts had also faintly broken through; after his blood-qi formed into Gang, the Gang Qi could condense into shapes.

However, it was form without spirit; after Su Fan contemplated spiritual attacks, he drew inferences from other cases and gained insights—only when there is momentum in the fist and spirit in the form can it be called a fist aura.

He infused his own martial arts philosophy and will into the fist aura.

Su Fan was just testing his skills, and the Tiger Fist was fierce.

The tiger is the king of all beasts in the mountains, and the mountains and rivers are heavy, so Su Fan's fist momentum was like a mountain; the wind follows the tiger, and the tiger roars in the forest, possessing the momentum of a wild wind and giant waves.

Under the dual explosion, the Gang Qi was continuous.

As the fist aura left his body, everyone only felt a mountain king roaring, like a starving tiger pouncing on its prey, tearing toward them.

Boom!

As the air vibrated, they only felt a terrifying pressure, as if a huge mountain was pressing down on them.

"Such strong fist power!"

"But wanting to suppress this old man, this is not enough."

Bi Xuan roared, his majestic body seeming to swell, his True Qi igniting the surroundings like scorching flames, and waves of hot air rose into the sky.

Extremely domineering True Qi.

With a boom, he broke the special fist momentum pressing on his body.

However, Bi Xuan himself was also shaken back several steps by the collision of these two forces, his eyes suddenly flashing brightly.

"Haha!"

With a wild roar, Bi Xuan looked at Su Fan in the distance, and the fighting spirit in his heart surged out; the stronger the enemy, the more excited Bi Xuan became.

He hadn't expected that after not appearing in the Central Plains for a long time, such an expert would have emerged.

The opponent's punch made him feel a strong sense of crisis, and this sense of crisis also caused the bottleneck that had been as solid as a rock to seem to loosen.

He wanted to fight; he knew that in this battle, he might die, but there was also a great possibility that he would break through.