Chapter 328: The Appearance of Shi Feixuan

Fu Qian's punch appeared calm and still, but in reality, it was like a thunderclap rising from flat ground. Even if a wall of copper and iron stood before him, it would be blasted into a hole, let alone a body of flesh and blood.

With only a muffled "thud," the punch landed solidly on Yu Liancheng's chest, without the slightest bit of flair.

Yet Yu Liancheng's expression did not change in the slightest; he merely gave his shoulder a shake, causing Fu Qian to feel a massive force surge back from the fist, forcing him to stagger back two steps.

"You don't even have strength when hitting people, and you still call yourself an expert."

Yu Liancheng shook his head and smoothed out his slightly wrinkled clothes, as if brushing away an insignificant speck of dust.

Fu Qian's expression shifted uncertainly, but he quickly regained his composure. He stood as straight as a spear and laughed heroically: "The Imperial Tutor is indeed formidable. Very good; only such an expert can make Fu's spear find its proper use."

Yu Liancheng beckoned to him and said with a chuckle: "Come, let me see if your spear is as soft and powerless as your fist."

"I ask the Imperial Tutor for instruction!" Fu Qian reached back to take the spear carried on his back, letting out a roar that sounded like a thunderclap.

He pushed his self-created "Fu Yang Strange Art" to the limit, flicked his wrist, and the spear pierced the air. Man and spear became one, transforming into a swift and brilliant essence that shot toward Yu Liancheng.

Tuoba Yu, Xu Shiji, and the others looked on with grave expressions, focusing their full attention on this scene, their fists clenching unconsciously.

By now, they all understood that Yu Liancheng was far more formidable than they had imagined. If they continued to fight alone and stood by idly, it would undoubtedly be self-destruction.

Therefore, their energy surged, ready to strike at any moment.

Of course, if Fu Qian were defeated in a single exchange like Qu Ao, they would then have to consider fleeing or temporarily submitting.

As long as the green hills remain, one need not worry about firewood.

Yu Liancheng's eyes narrowed slightly. He used his finger as a sword and pointed it out. His slender finger transformed into a Divine Sword spraying sharp energy, piercing the sky to meet Fu Qian's peerless spear.

Fu Qian's spear was crafted by a master craftsman of Tuyuhun with painstaking effort; ordinary sharp blades could not even leave a mark on the shaft, let alone a mere finger.

Yet, at the moment the finger and the spear collided, there was no sound of impact. In the silence, something astonishing happened.

The slender finger easily sliced through the spear, splitting it down the middle and dividing it in two.

It was as if a bamboo pole had been split by a sharp knife; the entire process was smooth to the extreme.

It was fortunate that Fu Qian was a veteran of many battles. Seeing that the situation was dire, he immediately discarded the spear in his hand and retreated like lightning, narrowly avoiding being sliced in two by this "Divine Sword."

Even though he had dodged quickly, the moment the spear was split by the "Divine Sword," a sharp Sword Qi still leaked out. Ethereal and unpredictable, swift as lightning, it suddenly slashed across his shoulder, causing blood to flow incessantly.

"I am a very fair person. You attacked me with a fist and a spear, so I will return the favor with a fist and a finger."

Yu Liancheng's expression was calm as he clenched his palm into a fist, twisted his waist, and swung.

"If you can't take this, you die!"

Boom!

The move was simple, straight, and without the slightest variation, yet the entire air seemed to have been pierced through by this punch.

In Fu Qian's eyes, this punch was as heavy as a mountain, majestic as the wrath of God, blotting out the sky and filling his entire field of vision as it crashed toward him.

Facing such a punch, the Tuyuhun prince, who usually viewed the heroes of the world as nothing, felt it was impossible to parry. The wind of the punch alone blew his clothes and hair into a frenzy, making it difficult even to breathe.

But Fu Qian knew that only by fighting to the death was there a possibility of survival; retreating and fleeing would mean certain death.

"Come!" With a long roar, Fu Qian did not retreat but advanced instead, sprinting forward. With every step he took, the ground shattered as if struck by thunder, debris splashing in all directions. He held his palm upright, his entire body radiating a sharp energy that could pierce all things, transforming himself into a spear as he launched himself at Yu Liancheng.

To use one's body as a spear required not only extremely profound martial arts cultivation but also the courage to cast aside life and death.

But any expert with a discerning eye could see that under Yu Liancheng's tyrannical fist, Fu Qian was more like a dying struggle.

"Stop."

A strand of wonderful sound drifted over, agile and clear, without a trace of impurity. The murderous Manqing Courtyard seemed to become tranquil and ethereal because of this clear sound.

But unfortunately, it had no effect on Yu Liancheng.

Amidst a light sigh, an ethereal Sword Qi traveled through the void. The sky was filled with sword shadows and flashing electricity, enveloping Yu Liancheng.

A woman in a pale green robe appeared and disappeared within the sword light, like a bright moon covered by light clouds, her posture dancing gracefully like a fairy from the Moon Palace. As her frost-white wrists moved, a storm of sword techniques poured down.

This woman was playing the strategy of "besieging Wei to rescue Zhao"; as long as Yu Liancheng dodged, he could avoid this terrifying sword momentum, and Fu Qian could escape with his life.

But clearly, she had miscalculated.

Yu Liancheng's punch continued straight out, without the slightest hesitation because of the woman's sword, as if he viewed this sharp and ethereal sword momentum as nothing.

At that very moment, the heroes in the Manqing Courtyard leaped down from the heights, including experts like Tuoba Yu, Chunyu Wei, Xu Shiji, and Liu Heita. They each unleashed their unique skills, attacking Yu Liancheng.

After Fu Qian's defeat, they had originally intended to wait for an opportunity to flee or temporarily submit to Yu Liancheng, but seeing that green shadow, their confidence greatly increased.

Furthermore, since she had arrived, the "Vagabond" Ning Daoqi, who escorted her, might also have arrived.

Since that was the case, there was no need for any apprehension.

Therefore, they seized this critical moment to launch a lethal strike at Yu Liancheng.

In the blink of an eye, a massive and tyrannical current of air surged out with Yu Liancheng's fist intent, slamming heavily in front of Fu Qian.

"Good punch, good punch..." Fu Qian spat out blood, his eyes dim, and his burly figure collapsed with a crash.

Yu Liancheng struck out with a palm, meeting the continuous sword light. His five fingers rotated, colliding with the sharp Sword Qi.

At the same time, he tapped his toe toward the copper box containing the Heirloom Seal of the Realm at his feet.

The copper box immediately flew into the air and exploded with a bang, copper shards shooting out toward the experts flying in mid-air; in terms of power, it was no less than a volley of crossbows.

If these were ordinary experts, unable to maneuver in the air, they would have been turned into hedgehogs in an instant.

Fortunately, their martial arts were not bad, and they each used their weapons to block them.

But the copper shards were merely a distraction; the real lethal move was yet to come.

The copper box shattered, and the Heirloom Seal of the Realm inside was revealed, immediately emitting a scorching wave.

The people in mid-air felt a heatwave rush toward them, feeling as if they were in a furnace; their entire bodies felt as if they were about to melt, and the True Qi within them seemed to run wild, out of control.

At the same time, a strange mental wave escaped, and countless terrifying illusions assaulted the minds of the experts. This change happened too quickly; they could only barely maintain a sliver of clarity in their minds, each of them pale-faced with unfocused eyes.

It was at this moment that Yu Liancheng flicked his wrist, and the Ding Shi Whip suddenly dispersed into strands, transforming into twenty or so long snakes that swept toward the experts in the air.