Chapter 188: When It Comes to Endurance, I

"Clang!"

Wu Xian, seeing this, did not dodge or evade; he simply extended two fingers of his left hand and casually pinched the opponent's sword tip, then smiled and said:

"No wonder back at Long Hushan, those Daoist priests showed no real power—they'd all moved here… But tell me, besides dragging out your ancestors, does Long Hushan have no other tricks?"

"Monster…"

The Daoist who had drawn his sword, unable to pull it free, grew furious and was about to curse—when suddenly his grip went slack, and before his eyes, a fist expanded infinitely, crushing all things beneath its weight.

And then… there was no more.

The Long Hushan ancestor, whoever he was, his spirit merged with the imperial guard soldier, vanished without a trace—not even ashes remained.

"Is this what heavenly immortals can do?"

Wu Xian let out a scornful snort, turning his gaze to the other immortal beings in the sky.

Through qi sensing, most of them were merely at the First Rank's Zhixuan realm; a few were Seventh or Eighth Rank's Tianxiang.

As for the three strongest Land Immortals, though they looked imposing, Wu Xian felt they were weaker than Zhao Xuansu, and only slightly stronger than Xuan Yuan Dapan.

In other words, not one of them could fight.

"Is it that heavenly immortals lose power descending to earth—or is this truly your true level? If so, today Wu Xian may have to commit the act of slaughtering immortals and exterminating sages!"

Wu Xian shook his head and sighed, feigning disappointment. The Liyang faction, who had been confident of victory, now grew tense once more.

"Form the formation—"

Seeing Wu Xian kill the sword-wielding Daoist with a single punch, the remaining Long Hushan ancestors turned grim. The elder Daoist riding the deer shouted loudly, and in an instant, a grand formation materialized.

The Five Elements flowed, Yin and Yang split open.

The already boundless qi merged into one, swelling several times over, layer upon layer spreading outward with the runes along the formation's edge.

At the same time, a dragon's roar echoed from above the Liyang imperial palace. Wu Xian let out a soft "Huh?" and used Qimen Wangqi to look upward.

There, a vivid crimson dragon coiled high in the sky, its eyes half-open, radiating boundless majesty, while threads of golden light streamed down into the still-forming formation.

It was the Liyang Dynasty's Qi Dragon, now channeling its destiny power into the formation, elevating its strength another tier.

"Hah! Excellent formation!!"

Wu Xian laughed loudly, not interrupting their channeling. Within his dantian, his fully perfected Nine Yang Divine Art surged at full power, circulating over three thousand li in a single breath.

Let him be strong—he is strong; the clear wind brushes the mountain ridge.

Let him be fierce—he is fierce; the bright moon shines upon the great river.

Let him be cruel—he is cruel; I have sufficient true qi within!

This was the essence of the Nine Yang Divine Art—unmoving as a mountain, growing stronger when faced with strength.

The greater the pressure in battle, the more terrifying the power unleashed.

"Attack!"

Feeling Wu Xian's qi surge endlessly upward, the young Daoist among the three Land Immortals's eyes flashed with surprise, then roared, raising his talisman sword and directing the formation's power to slam into Wu Xian.

"Die!!"

Wu Xian grinned fiercely, clenching his five fingers into a fist and striking hard.

Instantly, the surrounding void trembled violently; celestial qi erupted. A blinding golden light shot forth like a sword, cleaving through the stormy sky, revealing dazzling sunlight.

Where the sunlight passed, the Five Elements and Yin-Yang formation formed by the Long Hushan ancestors shook violently, then melted away like spring snow within three breaths.

Of the sixty-odd Long Hushan ancestors within the formation, only the young Daoist remained standing, barely holding his posture by thrusting his sword upright.

The rest had all been shattered, leaving behind only brilliant white rainbows that drifted and hovered in midair before sinking one by one into the young Daoist's body.

Wu Xian raised an eyebrow, guessing the young Daoist intended to gamble everything—unifying all the Long Hushan ancestors' power for one final, earth-shattering strike.

He silently cursed—this was tricky. He was about to deliver another punch to send the young Daoist to his death—when a deadly threat surged from behind.

【Luan Jin Tuo】

From an unseen perspective, a vast Jiugong Bagua diagram unfurled, then shattered with a thunderous crash.

At that moment, a blazing white sword-light stabbed straight forward, aimed precisely at Wu Xian's former position.

But as the blade pierced flesh, a sharp, shrill scream erupted—the young Daoist, unaware of what had happened, lost his final spark of consciousness.

"Phew… That was close!"

Hundreds of meters away, Wu Xian stood on open ground, raising a hand to brush away nonexistent sweat from his brow, speaking with relief.

When danger struck, he instinctively activated Luan Jin Tuo to freeze time and space—but it shattered after only one breath under the pressure.

Clearly, the assassin's destiny was far heavier than he'd anticipated, rendering Luan Jin Tuo ineffective.

But for a master, even one breath's reaction time is enough to do much.

Like shifting the auspicious and inauspicious directions within Qimen—making the attacker bear the blow meant for himself…

Thinking this, Wu Xian turned again to where the light had faded, seeing a young man floating midair, hair disheveled, a talisman sword embedded in his chest.

He wore eunuch robes, yet his aura radiated supreme nobility, subtly linked to the destiny dragon in the void—more imperial than Zhao Li himself.

"Are you the eunuch who shares the dynasty's lifespan?"

Wu Xian studied him, his gaze lingering on the talisman sword piercing his chest. "I heard that within Tai'an City, you're invincible. Though exaggerated, there's truth to it."

"You know of me?!"

The young eunuch's cold eyes flickered with surprise.

He was nearly three hundred years old, existing since the founding of the Liyang palace, gaining immortality by devouring the Liyang dragon's qi—truly sharing the dynasty's lifespan.

But because of this, he was bound to the Zhao clan; when the Liyang Zhao faced peril, he must intervene to sustain his immortality.

This secret was buried deep by the Zhao family. Only the young eunuch and each newly enthroned Zhao emperor knew it.

Yet Wu Xian had spoken it plainly—and the young eunuch's mind raced, speculating on Wu Xian's identity.

"The things I know are far more than you imagine."

Wu Xian gave the young eunuch a meaningful look. Though grievously wounded, the eunuch's aura showed no weakening; his injuries were already slowly healing—thanks to the crimson destiny dragon.

"Sharing the dynasty's lifespan" meant far more than the words suggested.

Theoretically, as long as the Liyang Dynasty endured, within Tai'an City, the young eunuch was nearly unkillable.

Because within the imperial capital, the dynasty's destiny automatically repaired his wounds and replenished his qi. At need, it could even sacrifice a portion of its own destiny to boost his combat power.

Thus, in the original story, Xu Fengnian believed even the peak M Wang Xianzhi would struggle to defeat the young eunuch in Tai'an City. If he couldn't kill him swiftly, he'd be forced into a war of attrition—and slowly worn down.

Thinking of this, Wu Xian grinned: "When it comes to endurance, I've never lost to any man—let alone someone who isn't even a man!"

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