Chapter 340: Jade-Faced and Supreme, Sweeping Across the World

During the previous exchange, Yu Liancheng had fully grasped the mysteries of the "Eight Strikes of Scattered Hands" and, utilizing the Great Art of Energy Absorption, had absorbed a portion of Ning Daoqi's True Qi.

From a position of superior insight, Yu Liancheng created the "Ninth Strike," which bore his own personal style.

Under his full-force execution, the power of this strike was in no way inferior to the full-force strike of a Broken-level expert.

Even though this strike suddenly split into three massive forces, each attacking Ning Daoqi, Bi Xuan, and Fu Cailin respectively, it still caused their hair to stand on end, and an unprecedented sense of crisis surged into their hearts.

"A fine Ninth Strike!" Ning Daoqi's eyes, full of childlike wonder, fixed upon Yu Liancheng, perceiving the Xuanji.

He felt that many insights which had previously been like looking at flowers through mist were now broken at a touch, and many realizations flowed through his heart.

Witnessing Yu Liancheng unleash the Ninth Strike and under the intense pressure of life and death, Ning Daoqi's spirit was sublimated, and his understanding of the Eight Strikes of Scattered Hands became even more profound.

The next moment, he stretched out his arms and shook them, flapping against the void as if transforming into a pair of giant wings, soaring straight into the clouds to meet Yu Liancheng.

Although everyone could see Ning Daoqi with perfect clarity, in their Perception, the Hermit Ning had transformed from being into nothingness, as if he had suddenly vanished, leaving no trace behind.

At this moment, Ning Daoqi also unleashed his own Ninth Strike.

It was a pity that although this strike was exquisite, his essence, energy, and spirit had not yet fully recovered, and coupled with the hasty execution, it failed to contain the essence of the previous eight strikes. The original ten-tenths of power was at most only six or seven-tenths.

Even so, it was astonishing enough.

Moreover, Ning Daoqi had two of the most formidable companions.

Fu Cailin's entire body erupted with unprecedented sharp energy, as if every acupuncture point on his body had turned into a vast ocean, squeezing out and surging with boundless potential.

In addition to the world-renowned "Yi Sword Technique," Fu Cailin had also created the "Nine Profound Great Art."

He once said, "All supernatural changes are self-sufficient." That is to say, everyone carries infinite treasures within themselves, only obscured by various attachments.

And the essence of cultivation is to excavate this treasure of infinite potential within the human body.

In the desperate situation of life and death, Fu Cailin broke through one attachment after another, squeezing out the potential of every acupuncture point and meridian in his body to reach an unprecedented limit. He then fused it into the long sword in his palm, transforming it into an unprecedented, stunning sword strike that pierced the long sky, brilliant beyond compare.

But such an eruption was no different from draining a pond to catch all the fish, destroying the treasure of the human body. After this battle, even if Fu Cailin did not die, his meridians and acupuncture points would likely be mostly crippled, and he would never be able to reach the peak again.

Disregarding his injuries, Bi Xuan also pushed his "Flame Sun Extraordinary Technique" to the limit; the hot, boiling air currents exploded, flames splashed everywhere, and the ground beneath his feet seemed unable to withstand the scorching heat, crashing and splitting into long, jagged cracks.

As his legs kicked off the ground, the earth exploded with a roar, flying in all directions as if struck by a bomb.

He shot into the sky, appearing as the War God from mythological ancient texts, wielding his divine spear that emitted scorching flames, intending to pierce a hole in the firmament.

Yu Liancheng was that sky!

Boom—!!

The attacks, which transcended the mundane, finally collided, and astonishing energy exploded, erupting into a dazzling, brilliant light. The rumbling sound was incessant, as if it would turn this area into chaos.

The experts watching the battle felt their eyes sting and could not look directly at that dazzling, scorching point of light. Their ears were filled with rumbling, unable to hear anything else, and their eardrums were almost shaken to the point of bleeding.

Yet they vaguely felt the entire space trembling violently, as if it might shatter at any moment, giving one a sense of apocalyptic crisis.

It is unknown how much time passed before the dust settled, and everyone's eyes were finally able to see, immediately casting their gaze toward Yue Ma Bridge.

Yue Ma Bridge no longer existed, as if it had been wiped away by an invisible giant hand.

Yu Liancheng stood alone on the riverbank, the Jinguang in his eyes having dimmed, and the Qi and Blood that had been enough to impact the high heavens had completely calmed, as if he were merely a young noble out for a spring excursion.

The Three Great Grandmasters, Bi Xuan, Fu Cailin, and Ning Daoqi, each occupied one side.

Bi Xuan's perfect physique still radiated scorching energy, his waist straight as a spear, resembling a statue carved from marble, but those eyes that burned like the sun had already extinguished, dim and lusterless.

Fu Cailin held his long sword, elegant and carefree, but that feeling of perfection no longer existed. When a common person looked at him for the first time, they would notice his naturally ugly, narrow, and long face.

As for Ning Daoqi, he was even worse. His complexion was as pale as paper, and he coughed incessantly, giving one the feeling of a candle in the wind, as if his final flame of life could be extinguished at any moment.

"What is going on?"

"I didn't see clearly, who had the upper hand?"

"Could it be that in the previous exchange, only the Hermit Ning was injured?"

The martial arts experts watching the battle discussed it among themselves; at a glance, they found that it seemed only the Daoist Ning was injured, while the other three were unharmed.

Only experts like Shi Zhixuan and Song Que showed expressions of sorrow for the fallen, sighing and shaking their heads.

In reality, during that earth-shattering exchange earlier.

Yu Liancheng had consumed a vast amount of essence, energy, and spirit, and his Qi and Blood were churning; it was by no means as relaxed and easy as it appeared on the surface.

As for Bi Xuan and Fu Cailin, although they appeared unscathed on the surface, their internal organs had actually been shattered; their lives were extinguished.

Ning Daoqi had finally realized the Ninth Strike, but he was still severely wounded, relying entirely on a mouthful of mellow Innate True Qi to maintain his heart pulse.

In a strange silence, Ning Daoqi began to cough violently, saying in a weak tone: "What is the name of that final strike?"

Yu Liancheng spat out three words lightly: "Carefree Wandering!"

"Carefree Wandering, a good name!" Ning Daoqi muttered to himself, a cryptic smile tugging at the corners of his mouth: "If one hears the Dao in the morning, one can die in the evening. I created the Eight Strikes of Scattered Hands myself, thinking there was no further progress to be made, but now that I have seen the Ninth Strike, it is enough, it is enough..."

After speaking, he voluntarily dispersed the Innate True Qi in his heart, his head dropped, and his breath gradually dissipated.

The crowd of onlookers finally understood the situation before them, each as if fallen into a dream, unable to believe their eyes.

They were dazed and speechless while watching the battle, unable to recover for a long time.

But they all knew that the person before them was now truly invincible under heaven.

It was different from the previous standing of the Three Great Grandmasters; this was an undisputed invincibility under heaven.

"Jade-faced and supreme, sweeping across the world. He alone has stolen the light of all the martial artists in the world. From now on, every martial artist will have an insurmountable peak above their heads." It is unknown who sighed softly, expressing the inner voice of all martial artists.

Song Que's perfect face was filled with gravity, his hand gripping his long saber, his fighting spirit erupting.

Such a powerhouse was the best whetstone for him to sharpen his "Heavenly Blade."

Although this whetstone was more like a dangerous, giant mountain, and he might break his blade and lose his life if he were not careful.

But precisely because of this, it was all the more challenging.

However, before Song Que could swing his saber toward the sky, a sudden change occurred.

Only to see the air currents in mid-air suddenly swirl, condensing into a giant palm, carrying the immense force of a meteor falling to earth, slamming fiercely toward Yu Liancheng.

Before the palm even arrived, the solid ground around Yu Liancheng had already collapsed three feet, revealing a deep palm print as if carved by a knife or axe. And Yu Liancheng, who was in the center of the palm print, felt an invisible giant force suppressing him, as if it were a mountain.