Chapter 114: Dragon Subduing Defeats Xuanming

"Senior brother, I will help you!"

He Biweng shouted, and the crane-beak double pens in his hands stabbed directly at Zhang Jie's vital points.

"Well come! Today I will capture you,

and make you apologize to my junior brother Wuji in person!"

Zhang Jie laughed, not fearing the siege of the Xuanming Elders at all.

Compared to A-Da, A-Er, and the three who became a group halfway,

the Xuanming Elders had been apprenticed to Baishun Daoist since childhood,

from childhood to old age, they had always been inseparable, and had not been separated for a day in decades,

so their siege could be considered incomparably tacit and seamless!

Boom, boom!

In the blink of an eye, Zhang Jie had already exchanged several moves with the Xuanming Elders.

Crack, crack!

The flying force shredded the debris around them,

and even the giant pillars made of centuries-old good wood were left with pits and marks a foot deep!

Coupled with the fact that all three were peerless in light-body technique, leaving trails of afterimages as they roamed and fought,

for a time, their figures were all over the palace.

"Hiss!"

Kuku Muter Wang Baobao, who had been forced to be a spectator for a long time, suddenly shivered.

It was not that he was thick-skinned and only now remembered his fear of Zhang Jie,

but as the Xuanming Elders' extremely yin and cold Xuanming internal energy dispersed in the palace,

the area of more than ten meters around seemed to have gone from a sunny summer day to a freezing winter!

"Hoo!"

Wang Baobao exhaled, and it actually turned into visible cold air!

'Can human power reach this point?'

Ruyang Wang, who also subconsciously tightened the brocade clothes on his body, was shocked in his heart.

He knew that the Xuanming Elders' Wu Gong was not just in his Ruyang Wang Fu,

but even in the whole world, it was only below that hundred-year-old Daoist on Mount Wu Dang.

But he did not expect that when they exerted their full strength, even the aftermath could change the weather,

and even if it was only on a small scale, it was terrifying!

"Could the two masters have a chance to defeat this demon?"

Feeling the plummeting temperature and knowing that the Xuanming Elders were starting to fight for their lives, Wang Baobao felt a glimmer of hope.

Well, to him, Zhang Jie, who had been killing since he arrived at the Ruyang Wang Fu,

was an out-and-out demon.

It was a shame his father had just given him treasures and treated him with courtesy.

And on Zhang Jie's side, after exchanging several more moves,

having seen through the Xuanming Elders' moves, he smiled and said in a loud voice:

"I have long heard that the Xuanming Elders' Xuanming Divine Palm is peerless in the world,

today, does this junior have the honor to see it?"

After speaking, without waiting for the Xuanming Elders to answer, he attacked from both sides,

pressing one palm toward one of the Xuanming Elders.

"Junior, you are courting death!"

The Xuanming Elders looked at each other, and both saw this meaning in each other's eyes.

Their Xuanming Divine Palm's palm force was as powerful as a mountain-toppling sea, difficult for peerless experts to block.

Back then, their master Baishun Daoist relied on it to roam the world for a hundred years.

Most importantly, the Xuanming Divine Palm was cold and strange; those who were hit would have their Qi and blood congeal, and cold poison would enter their bodies, causing unbearable pain,

and even peerless experts would have their combat power reduced by at least thirty percent; with the other side growing and their side waning, their chances of winning would greatly increase!

Zhang Wuji was hit by their cold poison several years ago, and even Zhang Sanfeng was helpless.

If Zhang Jie's move was not courting death, what was it?

"The two of us brothers will fulfill you today!"

The Xuanming Elders answered in unison, gathering all their power into their palms.

In an instant, their palms were pitch black, carrying boundless cold intent that captured the soul,

as if the eternal glacier of the ancient cold era had descended.

Zhang Jie did not speak and continued to press down with one palm.

'Dragon Subduing Regret!'

"Ang!"

A roar like a dragon and a cow suddenly sounded in the palace.

"What kind of palm technique is this?"

Lu Zhangke and He Biweng, who were staring fixedly at Zhang Jie's palms, had their eyes pop out.

What did they see?

They actually saw a dragon on each of Zhang Jie's palms!

A golden dragon with scales, deer horns, fluttering dragon whiskers, and baring its fangs and claws!

Suddenly seeing such a mythical creature, even the Xuanming Elders, who had roamed the world for many years

and considered their hearts as hard as iron, could not help but feel fear.

They wanted to retreat, but Zhang Jie's palms were less than three feet from them; it was too late!

The Xuanming Elders, who had a tacit understanding, knew that today was a critical moment of life and death,

and if they didn't fight for their lives, they would lose them!

"Fight!"

Their Xuanming internal energy, accumulated for decades and as vast as a river, poured into their palms regardless of the consequences.

Even though their meridians emitted unbearable stinging pain, they could not care about it!

Even if their power dropped significantly later, it was better than dying under Zhang Jie's palm immediately.

"What is this?"

Looking at the dragon circling Zhang Jie's arms, Ruyang Wang and the others could not help but exclaim.

"This seems to be the famous stunt of the Golden Sword Son-in-Law Guo Jing from a hundred years ago—Dragon Subduing Eighteen Palms!"

Zhao Min, who was quick-witted, roughly recognized this move based on the characteristics of Zhang Jie's moves

and the relevant records about the Golden Sword Son-in-Law Guo Jing.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

Ruyang Wang, who could no longer remain calm, shook his head like a rattle.

"Yes! If the Golden Sword Son-in-Law could hit a dragon with one palm,

how could our Great Yuan have the ability to break Xiangyang? And surround and kill him under the walls of Xiangyang?"

Wang Baobao, who also thought it was impossible, echoed his father Ruyang Wang.

"Then it is a Wu Gong he created himself?"

Zhao Min guessed.

"That is even more desperate!" Wang Baobao was as miserable as if he had lost his parents.

It was one thing for Zhang Jie to be so young and have unfathomable Wu Gong,

but if his creative ability was also so strong, what would they use to limit him in the future?

'No, this is my power!'

Seeing the Xuanming Elders squandering what would soon be his internal energy, Zhang Jie felt his heart dripping blood.

All the Xuanming Elders lost was their lives,

but what he, Zhang Jie, lost was many years of power!

Zhang Jie could not help but speed up his palm-swinging speed by another thirty percent.

"Ang!"

The dragon-shaped Qi force baring its fangs and claws also expanded by another thirty percent.

Boom!

Boom!

The moment the four palms met, a roar like the explosion of dozens of catties of fierce gunpowder immediately sounded.

The visible shockwave spread to the entire palace,

and for a time, the large palace actually felt like it was crumbling!

"Retreat quickly, retreat quickly!"

Ruyang Wang hurriedly took Zhao Min and Wang Baobao, under the protection of the expert Bitter Head Ku Ku Toutuo who was still intact,

and hid behind a vermilion lacquer pillar in the palace that required several people to embrace.

"How could it be like this?"

The moment they exchanged palms with Zhang Jie, the Xuanming Elders' expressions changed drastically.

The Xuanming true energy, which they regarded as their trump card and relied on to be able to contend with Old Daoist Zhang's Wu Dang Nine Yang Divine Art

by thirty percent, the moment it met Zhang Jie's true energy,

actually vanished like snow under the scorching sun of the dog days!

What terrified them even more was that a surging, unparalleled,

boundless force that did not seem like something a human could master came from Zhang Jie's palm.

They were like mantises trying to stop a chariot, and were crushed in the blink of an eye!

"Crack, crack!"

The next instant, two crisp sounds of bone fracture came from the right arms of the Xuanming Elders.

Boom!

Zhang Jie exerted force again, and the Xuanming Elders' legs could not help but bend, suddenly kneeling on the ground.

Crack!

The gold bricks in the palace, fired from the unique yellow mud clay on the banks of Yangcheng Lake in Suzhou,

which sounded when knocked and had no holes when broken, and were as hard as iron and stone, immediately broke into four large holes.

"Pfft!"

Suffering heavy injuries and feeling their internal organs burning, the Xuanming Elders spat out a mouthful of blood.

In this collision between the Xuanming Divine Palm and the Dragon Subduing Eighteen Palms,

the Xuanming Divine Palm was defeated, and the Dragon Subduing Eighteen Palms won completely!

"This, this..."

Ruyang Wang and the others looked at the Xuanming Elders, who were knocked to the ground in an instant

and could not get up again, their lips opening and closing, but they could not speak.

Step, step.

Zhang Jie walked toward Ruyang Wang and the others who were hiding behind the pillar with a leisurely pace.

"Umm, umm!"

A head monk who seemed to be a mute bravely stood out,

blocking in front of Ruyang Wang and the others, not letting Zhang Jie approach.

"A loyal person indeed."

Zhang Jie nodded in appreciation.

Ruyang Wang was also very moved by the look he gave the head monk.

What is called knowing a strong grass in a gale, and knowing a loyal minister in troubled times?

This was it!

The others had long been scared away by Zhang Jie's performance like a god or a demon.

'Right Envoy Fan is indeed a loyal minister of the Ming Sect.'

The voice of Zhang Jie's appreciation suddenly came into the head monk's ears.

"Umm?"

The head monk's expression did not change, but his pupils shrank.

'Right Envoy Fan, do not panic, this is me using sound transmission.'

Zhang Jie used the secret method of sound transmission and continued.

Yes, this head monk who wore a mask and could not speak,

was Fan Yao, the Right Envoy of Light, who was ranked alongside the Left Envoy of Light, Yang Xiao, in the Ming Sect.

Compared to Yang Xiao and others who tore the Ming Sect apart for the position of Sect Leader,

causing the White-Browed Eagle Wang Yin Tianzheng to leave in anger and establish the Heavenly Eagle Sect,

and the Golden-Haired Lion King Xie Xun and Purple-Robed Dragon King Dai Qisi to disappear,

leaving only the Green-Winged Bat King Wei Yixiao among the Four Great Dharma Kings,

Fan Yao was a person of great wisdom and courage who could truly give everything for the Ming Sect.

To investigate the truth of the Ming Sect's internal strife, he did not hesitate to destroy his appearance and burn his red hair,

and under the pseudonym "Bitter Head Ku Ku Toutuo," he infiltrated the Ruyang Wang Fu for nearly twenty years, becoming the martial arts master of Princess Zhao Min.

One must know that this Right Envoy of Light was previously known as one of the "Two Immortals of Xiaoyao" together with Yang Xiao!

From the fact that Yang Xiao was still a middle-aged uncle and could make Ji Xiaofu die for him,

one could imagine what kind of handsome man this Right Envoy of Light once was,

and what price he paid for the Ming Sect.

Zhang Jie himself admitted he could not do this, after all, whether he was handsome or not was a lifelong matter.

If it weren't for the Bitter Head Ku Ku Toutuo lurking in the Ruyang Wang Fu all these years, contacting the Central Plains Wu Lin through Zhao Min,

and waiting for opportunities to destroy various plans of the Great Yuan to disrupt the Jianghu,

the Central Plains Wu Lin would not have had peace these years.

'Right Envoy Fan, just act naturally.'

Zhang Jie transmitted sound again.

'Hmm.'

Fan Yao, under the pseudonym Bitter Head Ku Ku Toutuo, nodded imperceptibly.

Although he did not know how Zhang Jie knew his identity,

he knew that Zhang Jie had no malice.

After all, if Zhang Jie had malice toward him, he could just slap him to death now.

As for destroying the Ming Sect through him?

Are you kidding?

With the strength Zhang Jie just showed,

if he wanted to deal with the Ming Sect, couldn't he just kill his way to Brightness Peak?

Anyway, he did not think Yang Xiao and the others could resist the combined forces of A-Da, A-Er, and the Xuanming Elders.

In the current Wu Lin, I fear that except for that old Daoist on Mount Wu Dang,

no one else could compare to this young man in front of him in a one-on-one fight.

"Young Hero Zhang, I wonder if your business is finished?"

Ruyang Wang asked tremblingly. This Great Yuan's Grand Marshal of Military Forces,

Ruyang Wang, no longer had his previous composure, although he still maintained calmness on the surface,

but the cold sweat that seeped out on his forehead at some point exposed his inner panic.

The hardest thing in the world is just death! ===== CHAPTER 115 =====