Chapter 286: The Peerless Battle

What level of cultivation does Zhu Wushi possess?

The height of his martial arts can be called shocking to the world.

At this moment, in a fit of rage, he channeled his full True Qi and struck out with a palm. In mid-air, it was as if a thunderbolt had exploded; the palm force was tyrannical and fierce to the extreme. Before the palm even arrived, the palm wind had already swept up the long table.

Even experts like the Four Great Secret Agents would find it extremely difficult to take such a palm, let alone an Emperor like Zhu Puzhao who only had a rough grasp of fisticuffs.

Slap!

Just at this moment, Zhu Puzhao pressed a palm onto the long table, golden light shooting from his eyes, his full head of black hair flying and cascading like a waterfall.

He grinned, revealing a set of grim white teeth: "Well come."

As the words fell, Zhu Puzhao's momentum climbed sharply, his entire being like an abyss or the sea. His right hand suddenly clenched into a fist, and he struck upward with one punch. A majestic and vast fist intent permeated every inch of space, and the air began to tremble violently like water ripples.

The Four Great Secret Agents could not help but have their eyelids twitch wildly; the Emperor was actually going to strike from below, meeting the world's number one expert head-on.

No, wasn't the Emperor only roughly versed in fisticuffs?

Why would he unleash this earth-shattering punch?

Boom!

The instant the fist and palm collided, it was as if a thunderclap had exploded out of thin air, and rolling gale-force winds dispersed in all directions. The heavy wooden long table shattered with a roar, whistling as it flew in all directions. The Four Great Secret Agents, already injured and unable to hold their ground, stumbled backward one after another, the horror in their hearts reaching its peak.

Zhu Wushi's expression also changed slightly; the power of this punch from Zhu Puzhao far exceeded his imagination.

"Are you surprised?" Zhu Puzhao looked at Zhu Wushi's astonished expression and said indifferently: "In reality, my martial arts were never below those of the Four Great Secret Agents; I simply never revealed them. And after my Master came out of the mountains, he not only taught me personally but also infused a portion of his Internal Force into my body. Aside from my Master, my martial arts are absolutely not below any expert in the world today."

"Including you, my Imperial Uncle."

After the last word was spoken, Zhu Puzhao took a step forward, and after a burst of violent, explosive sounds, he threw another punch, pulling a scorching, rolling heatwave through the air.

"Don't talk about you, even if Yu Liancheng came, I could still suppress him." Zhu Wushi raised an eyebrow, his shocking and profound True Qi rising up, his robes billowing. At the same time, he raised his palm and pushed out the simple and unadorned "Great Vajra Palm".

The moment the fist and palm collided, the world suddenly lost its sound, followed immediately by the ground shaking and violent energy surging.

Shangguan Haitang and the others felt their hearts shake violently, unable to believe it.

The Emperor actually has such power?

If he himself is this formidable, what is the need for the Hulong Hall?

Zhu Wushi and Zhu Puzhao had already begun a lightning-fast exchange; the point of collision was like thunder and lightning, with hurricane-like energy surging and scattering in all directions.

In an instant, the entire Hulong Hall seemed to have experienced a tragic natural disaster, dilapidated and teetering on the verge of collapse.

Yet those two figures had already swept outside the drill ground.

"The Emperor's martial arts are so high, I fear they are on par with the Divine Marquis."

"His Majesty said his master infused Internal Force into him; I wonder who his master is?"

"His Majesty may not be a match for the Divine Marquis; let's go help."

"Hey, you aren't joking, are you? With just us few cripples, going there is practically suicide. Let's get this straight: I, Cheng Shifei, will absolutely not make a move."

"Let's go out and take a look first."

The Four Great Secret Agents discussed for a few moments and walked out the door, only to see two golden figures flashing and colliding in the air.

They had to concentrate their True Qi into their eyes just to barely catch the figures of the two.

Boom!

After another collision, the two suddenly separated.

"Imperial Uncle, you are not my match; surrender." Zhu Puzhao's gaze was calm.

"Good, Puzhao, you do indeed have some ability, but you are absolutely not my match. Let me show you my true methods!"

The Divine Marquis of Iron Gall shot divine light from his eyes, stomped his foot down hard, and the massive True Qi accumulated by his Sucking Power Art erupted with a roar. The ground for ten zhang beneath his feet suddenly began to shake, as if a subterranean dragon were rolling.

Immediately after, under the horrified gazes of Shangguan Haitang, Guihai Yidao, and the others, the stone dragon in the drill ground that looked as if it were carved from white jade suddenly rose from the ground, as if it had been injected with life, and amidst the whistling wind, it roared and lunged at Zhu Puzhao.

"Quick, dodge!"

This scene was terrifying to the extreme; even though Shangguan Haitang and the others were only watching from the side, their faces turned pale, and they couldn't help but cry out.

"A mere stone dragon dares to act presumptuously in front of me, the True Dragon Son of Heaven!"

Zhu Puzhao stood indifferently, radiating a tyrannical imperial aura. He stomped his toes on the ground, and his legs erupted with unparalleled force, causing the ground beneath his feet to collapse by more than half.

He himself soared into the sky, as if transformed into a divine dragon ascending to the nine heavens, or like a bolt of golden lightning, heading straight to meet the stone dragon.

The moment he soared into the air, he pressed his two fingers together and thrust them out like a sword, his sharpness fully exposed.

And the instant his sword-fingers collided with the stone dragon, a continuous "rumbling" thunderous sound was heard, and the entire stone dragon, from head to tail, continuously exploded. It whistled in all directions, as if a meteor shower had begun.

"Everyone be careful."

"Quick, dodge."

Shangguan Haitang and the others' expressions changed slightly, and they hurriedly used their light-body techniques to dodge the meteor shower.

"Imperial Uncle, you should also take a look at the palm I have prepared for you."

As Zhu Puzhao shattered the stone dragon, a solemn look appeared between his brows. His right hand was held upright at his chest, and his left hand was in a flower-pinching gesture. At the same time, he radiated an incomparably vast and solemn aura.

Hum, hum, hum!

The void trembled, and it seemed as if a ten-zhang-tall statue of the Buddha rose from the ground, its eyes lowered, revealing infinite compassion.

"Eh, why does this phantom Buddha look a bit like Brother Yu?" Cheng Shifei pulverized a piece of gravel into dust, his gaze fixed on the phantom as he muttered to himself.

He discovered that the appearance of this phantom was actually similar to Yu Liancheng.

Without waiting for Cheng Shifei to think further, Zhu Puzhao flipped his palm downward, and the Buddha statue made the same motion, the palm shadow covering the sky as it descended upon Zhu Wushi.

Within the several-zhang radius covered by the palm force, everything intangible shattered and rolled outward. And Zhu Tiedan, located at the center of the palm force, felt as if he were shouldering a Divine Mountain, making it difficult to move.

Under this palm, Zhu Wushi felt a sense of crisis he had only experienced during his decisive battle with Gu Santong.

His body shook violently, discharging this force into the ground, which immediately shattered into countless cracks.

At the same time, Zhu Wushi's figure retreated like lightning, but the palm force had already locked onto him; no matter how he dodged, he could not avoid taking this palm.

Zhu Wushi naturally understood this principle; his dodging was merely to buy himself more time.

He suddenly thrust out his right palm, and an endless suction force erupted from his palm, causing the surroundings to dim as if even light were being sucked in.

Rumble!

Amidst a thunderous roar, soil flew like waves, and this massive, terrifying suction force actually uprooted an entire courtyard covering over ten zhang.

As Zhu Wushi pushed his palm forward, the courtyard crashed down toward Zhu Puzhao, who was still in mid-air.

Only at this moment did Zhu Wushi fully activate the Great Art of Suing Power, revealing its terrifying might.

The Great Art of Suing Power is indeed worthy of being a peerless divine skill capable of standing shoulder-to-shoulder with the Diamond Indestructible Divine Skill; based on this terrifying suction force alone, it is enough to surpass countless supreme arts.

Of course, this also has to do with the extremely vigorous True Qi within Zhu Wushi himself.

Rumble!

Amidst the whistling sounds filling the air, Zhu Puzhao's palm, which resembled the Tianfo Jiangshi, finally collided with the massive courtyard, instantly emitting countless roaring and trembling sounds.