Chapter 394: Keep the Music Playing and Keep on Dancing (6k Super-Sized Chapter)

Originally, the sounds of fighting were confined to the plaza, but this clear, resonant sound spread across the entire Huishan, instantly drawing everyone's gaze, causing them to look toward the plaza with expressions of astonishment.

Someone was actually challenging the Xuanyuan Ancestor.

Just this single clear sound, carrying for ten miles and even causing the consciousness of some ordinary people to momentarily collapse, proved that the newcomer was by no means a mediocre person, and that their Internal Force was exceptionally formidable.

But that was, after all, the Xuanyuan Ancestor.

To challenge the Xuanyuan Ancestor on Huishan, if one were not a conceited and arrogant madman, then one must be a supreme expert.

And as for such a fight, how could any person of the Edo bear to miss it?

After discerning the direction, a crowd of experts surged toward the plaza.

Meanwhile, the martial artists in the plaza, upon hearing these words, retreated one after another, revealing a vast space.

The reason was very simple: they were afraid of being caught in the crossfire.

In Yu Liancheng's previous sword Qi, which swept through like a dragon, over a dozen experts had been caught up in it and annihilated along with Xuanyuan Guoqi, dead beyond any doubt.

And now, with supreme experts clashing, the might would likely be even more terrifying.

To be even slightly affected would mean the danger of losing one's life.

Thus, a truly bizarre scene appeared.

Martial artists outside the plaza were pouring into it in a swarm, while those inside the plaza were constantly retreating; for a time, it was bustling and noisy, heads were packed together, and the sounds of pushing, shoving, and cursing were incessant.

It truly fulfilled that saying—those inside the city want to get out, and those outside the city want to get in.

The crowd of Xuanyuan Family Guest Ministers had particularly strange expressions; they were not blind, and apart from a very small number of martial fanatics ignorant of worldly affairs, most were shrewd, and at this moment, a strange thought could not help but arise in their hearts.

—Is this towering tree of the Huishan Xuanyuan family about to fall?

As the saying goes, "when the tree falls, the monkeys scatter," and those who run slowly might be crushed to death by the tree.

But would it fall? Would the heavens of Huishan change?

No one dared to be certain.

Even though Yu Liancheng had killed Xuanyuan Guoqi, Xuanyuan Jingyi, and Xuanyuan Jingxuan, as long as the Ancestor sat in command at Guniujiang, these heavens could not change.

The Xuanyuan Ancestor's martial power was profound; could he not suppress such a young man?

"What kind of thing are you, to be worthy of challenging the Ancestor?"

A voice as dull as thunder tore through the long sky, shaking the firmament, coming from Guniujiang.

Nearly everyone's eardrums were left buzzing, demonstrating the formidable Internal Force of the voice's owner, Xuanyuan Dapan, and his tyrannical arrogance in not taking the experts of the world to heart.

But apart from Yu Liancheng, almost everyone felt it was only natural.

Just count the opponents this old birthday star had once challenged: when he reached his prime, he challenged the family ancestor, leaving him severely wounded and beyond cure.

At the age of thirty, he fought the "Spear Immortal" Wang Xiuz, falling just a fraction short.

At forty, he rode alone into the Wu Family Sword Tomb, forcing the Sword Crown of that generation to use the Flying Sword Technique; though defeated, it was an honor.

After the battle at the Sword Tomb, he spent ten years comprehending the sword, confident his Sword Technique could rival the Sword Immortal Li Chungang, the peak of that generation of Edo, only to be defeated again.

Subsequently, he practiced blade techniques and fought the young Gu Jiantang, losing once more.

During this period, he also compared Internal Force with the immortal Qi Xuanzheng; the one who lost was naturally still him.

Xuanyuan Dapan seemed to have lost every time, even being mocked as "Xuanyuan the Unvictorious."

But those who fought him, which one was not a world-renowned supreme figure? Who today would dare to look down upon this ancestor of the Xuanyuan family?

Although this young man had impressive strength, in the end, he was nothing more than a nameless nobody.

"Are your ears deaf? I am not challenging you; I have come to take your dog life."

Yu Liancheng laughed heartily, his waterfall-like black hair fluttering, radiating an aura that transcended the mundane; paired with his handsome face and the "Baopu Sword" in his hand, he truly looked like a Sword Immortal descended to the mortal world.

"By the way, your son Xuanyuan Guoqi, and grandsons Xuanyuan Jingxuan and Xuanyuan Jingyi, just died by my hand. Don't worry, I struck very quickly; they didn't suffer at all."

"What did you say? You dare to kill my descendants!!"

The voice from Guniujiang came again, faintly carrying a trace of anger.

"If you don't come down the mountain, all these Xuanyuan direct descendants on this mountain will be dead, wiped out to the last one."

Yu Liancheng's mockery was maxed out: "Of course, you old lecher can even harm your own daughter-in-law and granddaughter, so you might not take them to heart. If you insist on being a coward on the mountain, I won't laugh at you, hahahaha, you coward."

The laughter echoed endlessly throughout Huishan, stirring the wind and clouds.

The crowd in the plaza was extremely astonished; although most people knew that the Ancestor was unprincipled in his appetites, they had not expected him to be so dissolute.

But they were equally shocked by "Murong Tonghuang's" boldness; he was offending people to the point of no return.

"You are courting death!!"

That voice, pregnant with boundless rage, erupted with a boom, and a figure shot into the sky; his aged, profound eyes were like lightning, staring straight at Yu Liancheng without any obstruction.

Yu Liancheng met his gaze without any hesitation; the moment their eyes clashed, everyone felt as if hundreds of thunderbolts had suddenly exploded.

Immediately following, that figure's movement technique unfolded, and he swept down from Guniujiang. With each step taken, the ground cracked, erupting with powerful explosive force; one step covered a distance of ten zhang.

As his feet rose and fell, each contact with the ground emitted a thunderous roar.

Guniujiang was not far from the plaza, and for Xuanyuan Dapan, who was exerting his full power, it was but a stone's throw away.

His figure went from far to near, first the size of a grain of rice, then the size of a fist, and finally he appeared in the plaza with a boom, bringing with him a violent airflow that sent nearby experts tumbling.

This old Xuanyuan patriarch looked similar to his son Xuanyuan Guoqi, but his temples were pitch black and his skin was lustrous, appearing even younger than Xuanyuan Guoqi.

His figure was tall and upright, as sturdy as a mountain, and he carried an overwhelming momentum, as if the surrounding mountains were bowing to him.

"Die!!"

Xuanyuan Dapan suddenly appeared above Yu Liancheng, his five fingers curled into a fist, held high toward the sky, and he smashed down with a wild punch.

The fist was like a falling meteorite, unstoppable.

Before the fist even arrived, the biting wind from the punch had already caused the air within ten zhang of Yu Liancheng to churn like a hot pot, and the ground beneath his feet cracked inch by inch, spreading out like a spiderweb of intersecting lines.

Such a ferocious punch would shatter even refined iron.

Even an expert who had reached the First Grade Great Perfection and cultivated a Golden Body would have a hole punched through them if they took a hit.

"Old turtle, you are finally willing to come out of your shell."

Yu Liancheng laughed, and the Baopu Sword in his hand thrust out; the sword momentum surged over in overlapping waves, and the sword light seemed to transform into a rushing river.

Boom!!

As fist and sword collided, amidst a heaven-shaking and earth-shattering explosion, a powerful hurricane was born out of thin air at the center of the impact, sweeping out in all directions.

The already broken floor was lifted by the hurricane, shot out like projectiles, with force no less than that of any powerful bow or crossbow. This caused the onlookers to scream in succession, resulting in significant casualties.

Immediately following this, the ground shook violently, and everyone felt as if a powerful earthquake had erupted beneath their feet; it was the two figures in mid-air crashing into the ground.

"This is a First Grade clash; it is truly violently peerless."

"I have seen Vajra and Mysterious Profound Realm experts duel, but it was far less astonishing than this; they may have already stepped into the Heavenly Phenomenon."

"Why are you still talking nonsense? Run!!"

As the two exchanged blows, Qi energy continuously exploded, and gusts of hurricanes swept through.

And how large could this plaza be? Once caught in their battle, how high could one's survival rate be?

Amidst the commotion, the martial artists unfolded their movement techniques and employed their light-body skills to flee with all their might, instantly clearing a large open space.

Yu Liancheng and Xuanyuan Dapan engaged in a lightning-fast exchange.

Yu Liancheng continuously thrust the "Baopu Sword," his whole body radiating an ethereal and sharp aura, possessing the invincible spirit of "with a long sword in hand, one can roam the world."

The sword light came and went in a flash, and the Sword Qi was like a heavenly river, vast and mighty as it poured down.

Rumble!!

One could even hear the grand echo of the Sword Qi rolling like a rushing torrent, giving one the feeling that a single sword strike could topple cities, uproot mountains, move mountains, and fill the seas.

Xuanyuan Dapan felt as if he were in the midst of a torrent of Sword Dao, surrounded by sharp Sword Qi pressing in like a landslide or a tidal wave, as if he would be sliced into a thousand pieces the next moment.

But he instead took a step forward, swung his bowl-sized fist, split the Sword Qi Long River apart, and headed straight for Yu Liancheng's long sword.

Bang!

Fist and sword collided again!

Instantly, the fist energy raged, and the Sword Qi shattered and overflowed; the plaza floor tiles were instantly ground into countless powder and debris, flying into the sky like a tornado before scattering down.

After this strike, both sides were shaken back ten zhang and landed on the ground.

Xuanyuan Dapan stared deeply at Yu Liancheng with his large hands behind his back; he had originally thought he could easily suppress the young man, but the opponent's sword technique was sharp and powerful, and he had not fallen into a disadvantage at all in the head-on clash.

Suddenly, Xuanyuan Dapan frowned and raised his voice: "Are you Murong Tonghuang?"

"I am your grandfather." Yu Liancheng laughed, then added: "Actually, I lied to you just now."

"What!?" Xuanyuan Dapan's eyes flickered.

Although the appearance of "Murong Tonghuang" seemed not to have changed much from back then, his entire aura was completely different.

Domineering, arrogant, and faintly revealing a trace of demonic strangeness, like those of the Demon path from Northern Mang, so much so that he did not recognize the other party at first.

But the more this was the case, the more it made Xuanyuan Dapan's heart burn with heat.

Such a beautiful young man was one he had never toyed with before.

Yu Liancheng smiled: "Actually, Xuanyuan Guoqi, Xuanyuan Jingxuan, and Xuanyuan Jingyi died very painfully, very miserably. But don't worry, because you will be even more painful and miserable than them."

"Good, good, good, it has been a long time since anyone has provoked this old man like this."

Xuanyuan Dapan narrowed his eyes, suppressing his anger, and was not in a hurry to strike; often, the older one gets, the better their patience: "This old man is very curious, how do you have such cultivation at such a young age?"

Yu Liancheng said: "Probably because I am a genius, a peerless genius."

Xuanyuan Dapan sneered, looking Yu Liancheng up and down, his eyes revealing lewd colors, and he stretched out his scarlet tongue to lick his lips: "It doesn't matter, after this old man captures you, I naturally have ways to deal with you. Don't worry, the Old Ancestor won't kill you easily. I remember you have an older sister; when the time comes, I will have you two siblings serve the Old Ancestor together."

"You also don't worry, your grandfather won't kill you, but I will make it so you can no longer be an old lecher, and I will make you taste the feeling of the women you usually humiliate." A crimson light flashed in Yu Liancheng's eyes, making people shudder.

In this world, his sister Murong Wuzhu was his only bond and his reverse scale.

Whoever touches her must die.

"Hahaha, to have such cultivation at your age is indeed remarkable; you might really become the next Qi Xuanzheng in the future."

Xuanyuan Dapan laughed, divine light suddenly blooming in his eyes, his tone carrying a cold intent that seemed capable of freezing the earth: "But since you dare to be presumptuous before this old man now, you must pay the price; a genius who dies halfway is never a true genius."

Bang!!

He stomped his toes fiercely on the ground, and a violent and ferocious aura poured out.

With this simple kick, the ground trembled violently, a hurricane raged, and under the sweep of the invisible force, it gathered and condensed the soil, floorboards, benches, tables, and other items, turning into a great dragon that swept toward Yu Liancheng.

Yu Liancheng's expression did not change in the slightest.

He swung a simple sword strike.

The sword light was like a dragon, colliding with it, and then they ground each other away.

The moment both dissipated, Xuanyuan Dapan's figure moved again, turning into a raging lightning bolt; his fist was like a meteor, without complex changes, only straightforward speed, accuracy, and ruthlessness, full of rigid and domineering meaning.

Yu Liancheng's eyes flickered, and he thrust the Baopu Sword.

With a flick of his wrist, the sword light transformed into ten thousand cold stars; the cold stars pierced the air, each point of cold star condensing astonishing Sword Qi, capable of piercing metal as if it were nothing.

But the sword momentum changed again, the cold stars suddenly condensed, as if turning into a dazzling bright moon, and he pushed the sword forward slowly, causing the airflow to emit the sound of mountain calls and tsunami roars.

One person and one fist engaged in a clash once more.

Fist wind and Sword Qi raged all around.

The martial artists attending the birthday banquet all wisely left the entire plaza to the two; many experts had already paid with their lives to let everyone know the consequences of getting involved in the disputes of experts.

"I fear the Old Ancestor has already reached the Great Heavenly Phenomenon Realm; this battle is worth watching."

Xuanyuan Jingcheng pointed his toes and flew to a railing, looking down from a high position at the heaven-shaking and earth-shattering battle in the plaza.

He had already made up his mind to use his own life to sweep away the accumulated dust of the Xuanyuan family, so he naturally had a good understanding of the strength of the Xuanyuan Old Ancestor.

Unlike those peers whose martial arts had stalled or even regressed, the Xuanyuan Old Ancestor's cultivation had been steadily rising, especially in recent years as he devoted himself to dual cultivation, striving to melt the three teachings of Confucianism, Buddhism, and Daoism into one furnace, and he even had hopes of reaching the Land Immortal Realm in the future.

This ten-year seclusion had clearly seen a great increase in his realm; his temples had turned from frost-white to blue-black, and his skin was as moist as an infant's, which were mysterious signs of having attained the Longevity Immortal.

Back then, when Qi Xuanzheng was at the Demon-Slaying Platform on Longhu Mountain, he was in his seventies but had the handsome appearance of a man in his prime.

Given Xuanyuan Old Ancestor's current strength, Xuanyuan Jingcheng reckoned that only by exhausting his life to briefly ascend to the Land Immortal Realm would he have any possibility of perishing together with his opponent.

"You must not lose."

Xuanyuan Qingfeng's beautiful eyes were fixed on the plaza where dust and smoke were flying; her heart was tightly constricted.

It was feared that no one could have imagined that this direct descendant of the Xuanyuan Family was actually cheering for her opponent.

Suddenly, Xuanyuan Qingfeng cast her gaze toward the direction where Xuanyuan Jingcheng was, her moth-eyebrows slightly furrowed.

Earlier, she had clearly seen Xuanyuan Jingcheng leap several zhang; how could he still be that frail scholar?

Was it a mistake, or was there some other reason?

On the plaza, two figures clashed; one drew a sword, the sword light like a gale. One threw a punch, the fist momentum domineering like a mountain, fully displaying the true character of an expert.

In the new round of clashes and collisions, Xuanyuan Dapan's body was slashed with several wounds, fresh blood flowing and staining his clothes red.

But he did not retreat in the slightest; instead, his fist power became increasingly fierce and peerless, striking the sword body punch after punch, causing the Baopu Sword to tremble incessantly.

"Break for this old man!" Suddenly, a sharp glint flashed in Xuanyuan Dapan's eyes, and he let out a roar, his Qi surging, his beard and hair standing on end, as he slammed another punch into the sword body.

Crack! Crack!

The sword body actually developed cracks, then shattered with a boom.

Yu Liancheng, however, seemed not to have the slightest panic; he flicked his sleeve, and the fragments of the short blade turned into dozens of cold lights, shooting toward Xuanyuan Dapan.

Xuanyuan Dapan threw out both fists, knocking the fragments away.

Yet two fragments still turned in mid-air, forming a strange arc, and pierced into his back.

Even though Xuanyuan Dapan twisted his body to dodge, he still suffered two wounds.

"Without a sword, let's see what you have to fight me with." Xuanyuan Dapan did not care about his injuries at all, laughing loudly, as if everything was well within his grasp and his calculations.

Everything was calculated by him.

"Murong Tonghuang" had superb swordsmanship and would definitely be a swordsman comparable to Li Chungang of the past.

But without this sword, he was a toothless tiger; how could he be good at close-quarters combat to fight Xuanyuan Dapan?

One must know that Xuanyuan Dapan had never worshipped heaven, earth, sovereign, or teacher in his life; unlike ordinary Heavenly Phenomenon experts who resonated with heaven and earth, he only believed in his own two fists.

I have two hands; even Gods, Buddhas, and demons must obediently crawl down before me.

"Kid, you've lost!"

With a loud laugh, Xuanyuan Dapan swung his fists again, the fist like a mountain, slamming down heavily.

"Indeed, you have lost."

A mocking smile appeared on the corner of Yu Liancheng's mouth, and he threw a backhand punch, meeting it without dodging or evading.

Bang!

The collision arrived, and the two fists struck each other without any flair.

Like a mountain collapsing, like a tsunami, like the sky falling, like the earth sinking...

At the very moment of the clash, Xuanyuan Dapan suddenly realized that this person's physical body and True Qi were only stronger than his, not weaker. The previous exchanges had not used full strength at all.

The surging, majestic force instantly tore through Xuanyuan Dapan's fist momentum, and the residual force slammed into his chest, his bones cracking and shattering.

This Xuanyuan Ancestor, who was about to arm-wrestle with Wang Xianzhi and Deng Taie, vomited blood and flew backward.

This scene left everyone feeling incomparably shocked; they rubbed their eyes, as if falling into a dream.

Even though Yu Liancheng had forcefully killed experts like Xuanyuan Guoqi, compared to the prestige of this Xuanyuan Ancestor who had been famous for decades, it was still like a small witch meeting a great witch.

But now, the Xuanyuan Ancestor was heavily blasted away, clearly falling into a disadvantage.

"Impossible... this is absolutely impossible..."

Xuanyuan Dapan barely steadied his figure and vomited a mouthful of blood, his eyes filled with disbelief, and he felt a majestic, strange Internal Force rampaging in his body, destroying his meridians.

If not for his strong physique and thick Internal Force, which he was forcibly suppressing, he feared he would have already exploded and died.

"Daring to compete in fists and kicks with me, I think you are like an old man hanging himself—tired of living." Yu Liancheng laughed: "My apologies, I forgot you are that old man."

He had previously used the Baopu Sword to fight Xuanyuan Dapan, and seeing the opponent constantly striking the sword body, he understood the opponent's thoughts. He simply played along, letting Xuanyuan Dapan relax and shatter the "Baopu Sword," lowering his guard, before suddenly striking, ultimately succeeding in heavily wounding him.

"Old lecher, take another punch from me!!"

Yu Liancheng laughed loudly, the tips of his feet tapped, the ground shattered with a boom, and his whole body brought up a hurricane, sand and dust rolling, appearing before Xuanyuan Dapan like lightning.

He clenched his five fingers into a fist.

Twisting his waist, his arm stretched backward to the limit, raised diagonally toward the sky, and then he threw a punch.

As the fist went out, the wind and clouds moved, and it erupted with rolling heat, as if a sun had exploded; heat waves surged and swept, the air twisted and deformed, and the entire space suddenly trembled.

Boom!!

What a tyrannical punch.

This kind of violent punch, he might have been able to take it at his peak, but he would still be injured.

As for now...

Xuanyuan Dapan's face turned deathly pale, and he hurriedly poured all his Qi into his arms, crossing them to raise a wall of copper and iron.

However, the wall of copper and iron was like a thin sheet of paper before this punch, broken with a single poke.

Bang!!

Thus, Xuanyuan Dapan flew sideways again, slamming heavily into the ground, dragging a trench ten zhang long across the ground, spitting blood, his bones broken in unknown numbers, in a wretched state; where was the domineering air from when he appeared?

However, Xuanyuan Dapan was indeed vigorous in his old age, and because Yu Liancheng did not want him to die too quickly, he held back some strength at the end, and this old lecher actually managed to support his body.

However, before he could beg for mercy or flee, Yu Liancheng had already arrived before Xuanyuan Dapan again, his fists rotating, unleashing a storm of blows, each punch hitting flesh.

Bang bang bang bang!

The sound of the collision was as dense as drumbeats.

While throwing the punches, Yu Liancheng kept cursing.

"Letting you be cheap, letting you be an old lecher."

"Making you want to fuck me."

"Making you want a sister-brother lotus."

"Making you... making you fucking ugly!"

After pounding for a full twenty or thirty breaths, leaving Xuanyuan Dapan with almost no intact bones left on his body, Yu Liancheng finally stopped his hands, let out a long breath, and rubbed his own fists: "The old lecher's body is quite sturdy; it even made my fists ache."

Xuanyuan Dapan groaned, his entire body covered in almost no uninjured flesh.

Yet, relying on his formidable cultivation, he was not in any mortal danger. He could even recover eighty or ninety percent of his peak strength in the future if he recuperated properly.

Of course, he no longer had that opportunity.

Yu Liancheng suddenly paused, as if remembering something, and flicked a strand of energy from his finger toward Xuanyuan Dapan's crotch, immediately triggering a shrill, high-pitched scream of agony.

The men who witnessed this scene all gasped, their own crotches shrinking in reflex.

Xuanyuan Dapan, who had already nearly fallen into a coma, clutched his mangled, energy-shattered lower parts with both hands, his body curled into a ball, wailing and twitching.

"That's more like it. I knew I felt like I'd forgotten something, haha."

Yu Liancheng clapped his hands and laughed heartily.

Then he looked around at the crowd, who were all wearing expressions of fear and astonishment, waved his hand, revealed a warm, spring-breeze smile, and said aloud.

"Don't worry, this old thing isn't dead yet. We must let the birthday star finish his birthday banquet; keep the music playing and keep on dancing."