Chapter 220: Mingyu Kung vs. Wedding Dress Divine Skill

In the main hall, two distinct auras immediately filled the space.

These two auras were equally overbearing and equally formidable, yet they were entirely different.

The feeling Yan Nantian gave off was as scorching as fire and as sudden as a thunderbolt, as if he could erupt with astonishing power at any moment.

Lianxing, on the other hand, was like ten-thousand-year-old ice, radiating a bone-chilling aura that seemed capable of freezing a person's very marrow.

A gust of wind blew in from the window, and Xiaoxiannv could not help but shiver, feeling that the world was filled with a murderous chill.

These two auras collided, each attempting to suppress the other. Under the pressure of these two powerful auras, Xiaoxiannv felt like autumn grass in a gale, unable to find any sense of safety.

Yu Liancheng glanced at Xiaoxiannv and said, "Stand behind me."

Xiaoxiannv took light steps, and once she reached behind Yu Liancheng, she finally let out a sigh of relief.

Yu Liancheng seemed to transform into a Divine Mountain supporting the heavens, blocking every sharp and overbearing aura completely.

Xiaoxiannv pointed at Lianxing and whispered, "Yu Liancheng, who is she?"

Yu Liancheng said, "Didn't she say so when she appeared? She is the First Palace Master of Yihua Palace, Lianxing."

Xiaoxiannv felt a surge of joy in her heart. Having suddenly seen such a peerless beauty walk out from inside, she had feared Yu Liancheng might have a relationship with her. But after learning the other's identity, she could not help but relax.

However, Lianxing was a legendary figure of the previous generation in the martial arts world, and Yu Liancheng was a full generation younger; it seemed unlikely that the two could be involved.

Perhaps Yu Liancheng was a junior of Lianxing, or they were from the same sect, which would explain why he knew so many secrets.

Xiaoxiannv's eyes shifted, and she revealed a look of confusion: "Isn't the First Palace Master of Yihua Palace Yao Yue? Lianxing should be the Second Palace Master."

Yu Liancheng smiled slightly: "Yihua Palace is also a martial arts faction, and in the martial arts world, power is supreme. Therefore, whoever has the highest martial arts is the First Palace Master."

Xiaoxiannv said in surprise: "Does that mean Palace Master Lianxing's martial arts have already surpassed Yao Yue's? Then between her and Yannantian, who is actually more powerful?"

"Indeed, she has surpassed Yao Yue; she has already cultivated Mingyu Kung to the ninth layer," Yu Liancheng said calmly. "A perfected Mingyu Kung and a perfected Wedding Dress Divine Skill are both invincible divine arts in this world; it is hard to say who would win and who would lose."

"Is that so?" Xiaoxiannv nodded, but suddenly, as if she had discovered something strange, she frowned: "Don't you find it a bit odd?"

Yu Liancheng said: "What is odd?"

Xiaoxiannv said: "They are both peerless experts. When they circulate their power, it is inevitable that they would leave footprints on the ground. But the ground under Palace Master Lianxing is bulging upward, while there is not a single movement under Yannantian's feet."

"You are quite observant," Yu Liancheng said. "I told you before, when Mingyu Kung is perfected, the True Qi in the body forms a vortex, generating suction. Whatever touches her is pulled in by the True Qi vortex; the ground is like this, and the Internal Force of ordinary experts is the same."

Xiaoxiannv nodded: "Then why is there no movement under Yannantian's feet?"

Yu Liancheng's expression turned slightly serious: "Only because his Wedding Dress power can be completely controlled at will, forming a single entity, so naturally, not a shred of it leaks out. Even the ninth layer of Mingyu would likely be unable to shake his Internal Force."

While they were speaking, Yannantian and Lianxing had already adjusted themselves to their peak and moved to strike simultaneously.

The Mingyu True Qi within Lianxing's body was circulating to the extreme; the surrounding air seemed as if it were being drained away by her True Qi vortex.

She struck out with a palm, raising a bone-chilling gale. Chairs and stools were blown askew, and the surrounding air seemed to be on the verge of freezing into ice; the cold was pervasive.

This palm, driven by the ninth layer of Mingyu Kung, made even Xiaoxiannv, who was merely watching from the side, feel as if her blood were freezing.

But Yannantian laughed aloud, his voice like a great bell, making people's eardrums buzz.

Amidst the laughter, Yannantian had already clenched his fists. These fists were exceptionally large, yet they had no flesh on them, with the knuckles protruding.

The next moment, he struck out with a punch, transforming into a violent storm and thunder. This punch was expansive and open, fierce and overbearing; the overbearing nature of the move could be called unparalleled in the world.

Boom!!

The force exploded, and the sound of the fist and palm colliding was like a thunderclap.

The two were slightly surprised by each other's power for a moment, then struck out with their fists and palms again.

The currents surged and the aftershocks were endless. Chairs shattered upon contact, and the beams and wooden pillars swayed precariously, on the verge of collapse. Countless roof tiles clattered down from the top of the house like a string of firecrackers.

Yu Liancheng stood unmoved, watching the two exchange blows.

And Xiaoxiannv, even with his protection, could not help but feel a sense of terror.

Fortunately, the two soon burst out through the window; this cramped room could not contain them to fight without restraint. If they continued to fight, this house would likely not survive.

Yu Liancheng drifted out, with Xiaoxiannv following closely behind.

Looking up, one could see Yannantian and Lianxing both unfolding their supreme movement techniques to maneuver while striking with palms and fists.

In just an instant, the two had already exchanged dozens of blows.

The palm force and fist wind surged in all directions. Wherever the aftershocks of the battle swept, the area was left in a state of disaster. Even the rockery was shattered by the force, exploding with a roar.

Xiaoxiannv was dazzled and mesmerized, and beads of sweat were already rolling down her smooth forehead.

Her martial arts were not mediocre to begin with, and after diligently cultivating the "Five Ultimates Divine Art" for a period of time, she had inevitably developed a sense of pride. Only today did she realize how great the gap was between herself and true top-tier experts.

Yu Liancheng watched Lianxing and Yannantian fighting and could not help but shake his head.

As expected, Lianxing was no match for Yannantian.

Strictly speaking, a perfected Wedding Dress and the ninth layer of Mingyu are both supreme divine arts, with no distinction in rank.

But there is no invincible martial art in the world, only invincible people.

Gang Leader Qiao's set of Taizu Changquan was almost invincible, while others, even if they cultivated the Xianglong Shiba Zhang, would likely not be his match.

Although Lianxing now had the confidence to roam the world undefeated, she had lived in Yihua Palace for many years and had very little experience in fighting others. The ninth layer of Mingyu was also only just achieved, not yet fully mastered or integrated into a state of fluid ease.

Meanwhile, Yannantian had perfected the Wedding Dress, his True Qi was a single entity, and it effectively countered Lianxing's True Qi vortex.

Although he had been a vegetable for over a decade, the titles of "World's Number One Divine Sword" and "World's Number One Expert" from back then were earned through real combat; the experience of fighting others was etched into his bones. The timing of his strikes and his moves were all the most appropriate.

"Yannantian, Lianxing, if you continue to fight, my courtyard will be destroyed."

Yu Liancheng laughed aloud, his figure leaped, and he had already swept into the range where the two were fighting.

During this leap, Yu Liancheng also casually snapped off a slender willow branch.

The next moment.

The willow branch in his left hand was extended, flicked against the wind, and met Lianxing's palm force.

His right sleeve, like a patch of black clouds, brushed toward Yannantian's fist.