Chapter 463: Murong Invincible

Boom!!

Wang Xianzhi's tall and burly figure was smashed heavily into the East Sea.

The sea surface boiled and exploded, kicking up a wall of water dozens of feet high; the entire ocean churned incessantly.

Splash! A moment later, the seawater that had been shaken hundreds of feet into the air fell back into the East Sea, appearing to have a tendency to return to tranquility.

However, very soon, the entire sea surface was whipped up by sudden gusts, and the raging storm stirred up monstrous, angry waves.

Within every angry wave, a Water Flood Dragon emerged and soared into the air, baring fangs and brandishing claws, hissing and roaring, possessing extreme spirituality.

In the blink of an eye, there were seventeen Green Dragons on the surface of the East Sea.

Boom!!

Another Qinglong emerged from the water.

And Wang Laoguai was right on the head of this Qinglong.

At this moment, Wang Laoguai's clothes were tattered, blood flowed from the corners of his mouth, and he no longer possessed the demeanor of the invincible Wang of Wudi City; from this, one could see the terror of Yu Liancheng's previous punch, which contained the power of "Broken."

But what was astonishing was that Wang Xianzhi, who originally had snow-white hair, now had his hair turn into black silk; the black silk flew in the sky, emitting majestic vitality, and even his wrinkles smoothed out, as if he had become twenty years younger, and his figure seemed to have grown several feet taller out of thin air, becoming even more high-spirited and tall, like a small mountain, with a vigorous spirit.

"In the past, there was a green-shirted swordsman who walked the pugilistic world with Two Sleeves of Green Snakes. Today, there is I, Wang Xianzhi, stirring up the East Sea with One Sleeve Qinglong." Wang Xianzhi stood atop the Qinglong, and eighteen Green Dragons surrounded Yu Liancheng tightly.

As the World's Second, City Lord Wang, moved his intent, apart from the Qinglong beneath his feet, the remaining Green Dragons unfolded their bodies and pounced toward Yu Liancheng.

"Wang Xianzhi, your physique is formidable, and a pair of fists suppresses the world's experts, yet I wonder how you compare to me."

Yu Liancheng stepped onto the sea surface, his arms slightly spread. With him as the center, a surging Qi mechanism poured out wantonly like the tide of the Guangling River. His Qi and Blood soared into the sky, like a pillar reaching the heavens, dyeing half the sky red.

Furthermore, waves of immense heat were emitted, and within a radius of a hundred feet, the temperature rose sharply.

Gurgle, gurgle—steamed by the powerful heat, the seawater boiled, resembling a pot of boiling water. Steam boiled, white mist permeated, and it actually gave one the feeling of a Human Immortal fairyland.

And those seventeen Green Dragons, steamed by this rolling heat, showed faint signs of collapsing.

At the moment when a dozen or so Green Dragons opened their blood-red maws or extended their dragon claws, Yu Liancheng heavily blasted out a blood-colored fist aura; the fist aura crisscrossed, instantly passing through the bodies of the seventeen Green Dragons and defeating them all.

Yu Liancheng tapped his toes, the seawater exploded like a large bowl, and he, like a sharp arrow, crossed a distance of dozens of feet and smashed a punch down toward Wang Xianzhi with a boom.

Bang!

Wang Xianzhi protected his chest with his arms, and his entire person was blasted dozens of feet away by this punch, his Qi and Blood churning, nearly vomiting blood. As for the Qinglong beneath his feet, it had only suffered a bit of residual Qi mechanism before it collapsed with a boom.

"Come, Wang Laoguai, taste my fists."

Yu Liancheng pulled out a sea wave several feet high and instantly appeared before Wang Xianzhi again.

Without any frills, his fists fell like raindrops.

A fierce light flashed in Wang Xianzhi's eyes; unwilling to show weakness and without much fuss, he also swung his fists in a simple and direct manner.

Bang, bang, bang, bang!!

The two pairs of fists collided; every collision was like striking a great bell between heaven and earth, causing the heavens and earth to tremble and the ocean to churn.

With the two of them clashing at the center, it was as if the sea was being divided and the river cut; two walls of water exploded and pushed horizontally, forming a vacuum zone that was almost airtight.

Such a clash was already inconceivable, and what was even more surprising was that the water walls were constantly shifting, and Wang Xianzhi was retreating, retreating step by step.

In this exchange of punches without any frills, that Wang Laoguai, who suppressed the heroes of the world with absolute, formidable martial power, was actually losing.

Of course, the vision of most people was blocked by the water waves, and those who could truly see the battle situation clearly were very few.

They did not know that Wang Xianzhi was also feeling a sense of scalp-numbing dread at this moment.

Murong Tonghuang gave him the feeling of a volcanic furnace, spewing endless heat and power, burning anyone who approached him into nothingness.

Especially that pair of fists; every punch seemed to carry a million jun of great force. When a punch was thrown, even if it was simple and direct with very few changes, even if one could dissipate seven or eight parts of the force, it remained formidably unimaginable.

What was even more terrifying was that these fists contained a certain power of great destruction. Even though Wang Xianzhi defended with all his might, a trace of destructive power still drilled into his meridians and acupoints with every punch.

These traces accumulated, and Wang Xianzhi had no time to neutralize them. For a moment, his Qi and Blood churned, his flesh swelled, and his whole person felt like a balloon inflated to the limit, ready to burst at any moment.

Boom!

After being blasted back by Yu Liancheng's punch once more, Wang Xianzhi took the opportunity to retreat dozens of feet, half-kneeling on the sea surface, and vomited a mouthful of blood, which contained things like fragments; it seemed that even his internal organs had been shredded by that power of great destruction. If he did not neutralize this power, he, Wang Xianzhi, would also suffer irreversible damage.

Rumble!!

Wang Xianzhi guided those terrifying destructive forces toward the sea surface; immediately, with him as the center, the sea surface for dozens of feet around exploded continuously, with waves surging.

After a moment, Wang Xianzhi stood up again; much of his black silk hair had turned into white hair, and his appearance seemed to have aged several years. He looked at Yu Liancheng with a slightly complex gaze. For experts of their realm, a winner could be decided in an instant.

If Yu Liancheng had pressed his advantage earlier, then the current World's Second, Wang Xianzhi, would truly be the World's Second.

"Hey, no need to be grateful. I just haven't had my fill of fighting yet." Yu Liancheng seemed to know what Wang Xianzhi was thinking and smiled slightly. That kind of domineering and heroic spirit was incomparable.

"Good, let's go again."

After Wang Xianzhi finished this sentence, he did not strike immediately, but instead stomped his toes fiercely on the sea surface.

Amidst the ripples on the sea, his entire person soared into the air, crashing into the clouds, and he actually dragged down a bolt of lightning as long as a spear.

Wang Laoguai wiped the lightning with his left hand, and the already violent lightning was filled with a majestic, vast, sharp, and eye-catching divine radiance, resembling a spear of the War God.

"Watch the spear!"

The next moment, Wang Laoguai's arm flickered, and the long spear forged from lightning shot out abruptly.

The moment it was thrown, it turned into a brilliant divine light, transcending the concepts of time and space, and was projected toward Yu Liancheng.

Bang!!

The lightning long spear pierced Yu Liancheng's chest abruptly.

It was simply too fast, as if it were teleportation.

Yu Liancheng's clothes exploded instantly.

The long spear pierced through his fair skin, blood flowed out and rolled into the sea, instantly evaporating a patch of seawater.

And half of the spearhead was inserted into Yu Liancheng's chest, yet it could not advance another inch, as if it were stuck on the bone.

"Good spear." Yu Liancheng's expression did not even change in the slightest, as if the person who had been hit by this spear was not him.

He reached back and pulled out the lightning long spear, took a deep breath, and endless vitality burst forth; the wound on his chest healed in the time it took to breathe. He might not have been unable to dodge this spear earlier, but he really wanted to see the power of this spear.

"This guy..."

Even the World's Second, Wang Xianzhi, felt a trace of despair.

The guy before him was simply a monster; his physique was tyrannical, and his recovery was terrifyingly frightening.

But Wang Xianzhi did not retreat; he tore down two more bolts of lightning, transforming them into a long saber and a long sword, holding one in each hand, and killed toward Yu Liancheng once again.

Yu Liancheng brandished his lightning spear and met him.

Bang, bang, bang!!

The lightning transformed into spears, sabers, and swords, exploding on the surface of the sea; a series of thunderous sounds rang out, and the world turned silvery white. These two were truly existences that had transcended the Land Immortals, driving lightning at will.

Yu Liancheng swept out with his spear, carrying howling gale winds, causing the seawater to roll backward.

Bang!

The lightning exploded.

Even though Wang Xianzhi raised his lightning saber and sword to block horizontally, he was still knocked flying dozens of zhang away.

Whoosh!!

The next moment, the air whistled, and that brilliant divine light from before flashed again; its speed was perhaps not as fast as before, but its momentum was more than a notch higher.

The divine light pierced through the air, as if the entire space had been bored through.

It was Yu Liancheng returning the favor with the opponent's own method, likewise throwing the lightning spear.

Wang Xianzhi raised his lightning saber and sword high toward the sky with both hands, his black hair mixed with white hair flying all over the sky, and the surging, torrential power within his body gushed out.

"Slash!"

The saber and sword in his hands slashed down simultaneously.

Bang! Electric light splashed everywhere, and sparks flew. The lightning saber and sword collided with the lightning spear, like needle against wheat awn.

Wang Xianzhi's face turned pale, and countless more black hairs turned white. Under the erosion of the Broken Force, cracks opened up on the lightning saber and sword, and then they fell apart.

The lightning spear's momentum did not cease, and it slammed into Wang Xianzhi's chest with a boom, exploding into a spray of blood.

The World's Second, City Lord Wang, was carried away by the lightning spear, crossing a distance of over a hundred zhang, dragging a long wave on the sea surface, then flying out of the East Sea, kicking up a storm of flying sand and rocks on land, and smashing through countless trees and boulders before finally stopping.

On the surface of the East Sea, Yu Liancheng looked at Wang Xianzhi, who had fallen and could not get up, and walked toward him step by step, unhurriedly. It was time for this battle to end.

Everyone swallowed their saliva; although they hadn't seen the process of the two fighting clearly, they had seen the scene of Wang Xianzhi being knocked away by the spear.

Could it be that the World's First, Wang Xianzhi, was about to be defeated?

But fortunately, this battle did not end so quickly.

Wang Xianzhi lay on the ground like a corpse for a moment, then slowly sat up, most of his dark hair having already turned white.

With a solemn expression, he pulled out the lightning spear from his chest, crushed it to pieces, sealed his wound with surging Qi, and finally took a deep look at Yu Liancheng, his lips moving.

"Come, let's decide the winner."

Wang Xianzhi's face was solemn, his whole person exuding a Qi as heavy and steady as a mountain.

He strode to a small mountain, squatted slightly, and performed the action of the Overlord lifting a cauldron, pulling up mountains and rivers.

Rumble!!

The world shook.

This small mountain was actually pulled up by Wang Xianzhi, and countless soil and rocks rolled down like a flood.

For a moment, almost everyone who saw this scene swallowed hard.

The world mistakenly believed that the divine ability of Move Mountains and filling the seas was merely an absurd legend in fantasy novels, not knowing that Wang Xianzhi truly possessed such ability.

Many people were so frightened that their livers and gallbladders were split; in this shadow that blotted out the sky and sun, their legs went soft, and they knelt directly on the ground, as if worshipping a God.

Yu Liancheng had already arrived at the East Sea coast, looked up at the flying mountain, and exclaimed, "Wang Laoguai is very domineering; I might not be able to pull off such a feat."

Wang Xianzhi smiled lightly. He had studied this "Move Mountains" technique for many years; at first, it was aimed at Qi Xuanzheng of Longhu Mountain, that successor of Lv Zu. Later, after Qi Xuanzheng was said to have ascended to immortality, he had continued to check for gaps and improve this move. It looked like a simple and crude act of pulling a mountain to use as a weapon, but it was far from just brute force.

The techniques required for it were unimaginable to ordinary people.

It was just a pity that after practicing it, he had no opponents, which only added to his loneliness.

Now, he finally had the chance to use this move.

Wang Xianzhi looked at Yu Liancheng below, his fighting spirit even higher.

He carried the flying mountain and suppressed it downward.

Come!

Let's decide the winner!

Amidst the whistling wind and thunder, Wang Xianzhi pulled a mountain to use as a weapon, revealing a grand spirit and great ability unseen in ancient or modern times.

Of course, Yu Liancheng could not be stingy either.

"I have a punch."

Yu Liancheng took a deep breath, his whole body exuding a surging Qi, his eyes shining with dazzling brilliance, like the great sun in the long sky, burning brightly.

His momentum climbed step by step in an instant, his Qi and Blood like a dragon, dyeing the sky red; a supreme and great Qi spread out, as if he were the most noble monarch above the nine heavens. An intangible and formless majesty diffused, and the surrounding space seemed to have solidified.

Boom!

Yu Liancheng tapped his toes, and the ground was immediately struck as if by thousands of lightning bolts, yet he met the flying mountain head-on, throwing out a punch.

The fist wind shook; it was a power more terrifying and harder to resist than a volcanic eruption, a bursting river, or a roaring sea wave—vast and peerless, immeasurable.

"This punch—the Fist that Tilts the World!!"

In the "Twin Dragons" world, Yu Liancheng unified the world, becoming a famous monarch of the ages, gathering the hearts of all people, with Luck upon him. Entering the Zhanshen Dian, in the decisive battle against Xiang Yutian, he created this Emperor's Fist.

One punch thrown, supreme and above all.

It settles the mountains and rivers, and stabilizes the universe.

He had once used this fist technique to kill the arrogant Rakshasa Cult Sect Leader.

Finally, the fist and the flying mountain collided, and the world immediately roared.

The mountain peak, previously unstoppable, suddenly froze in mid-air, then burst into cracks as rubble fell away.

"Fist Overwhelming the World" was already powerful to the extreme, and it even carried the "Broken" Force, which represented great destruction. Solid stone shattered; even if gold and Iron stood in its path, they would only be reduced to fine powder.

That formless Broken Force spread out, causing long cracks to appear across the entire mountain body. Amidst the dense, spiderweb-like fissures, the mountain gradually collapsed, and countless fragments flowed and tumbled down like a burst dam.

Shatter, shatter, shatter, shatter!

Amidst a thunderous explosion, the mountain burst apart inch by inch, and rubble drifted across the sky.

Yu Liancheng's fist continued to push forward, while the mountain was continuously shaved away and pulverized, finally exploding like fireworks with a deafening roar.

Bang!

The fist kept enlarging before Wang Xianzhi's eyes, filling his entire field of vision.

Wang Laoguai crossed his arms over his chest, attempting to withstand this terrifying blow.

But the defense was torn apart in an instant; his arms fractured, and his entire body was sent flying backward, carried by a massive force. His chest collapsed as he slammed into the ground below, and the earth behind him offered no resistance, instantly carving out a human-shaped trench dozens of zhang long.

Everyone who witnessed this scene felt a roar in their minds, as if struck by lightning.

Before this punch, even if one could Move Mountains and fill the seas, what did it matter?

The World's Second, Wang Laoguai, what did he matter?

Just as everyone thought the battle was decided, Wang Xianzhi staggered to his feet.

His clothes were tattered, his bones shattered, and blood flowed from the corners of his mouth; he swayed, looking as if he might fall at any moment.

In reality, with Wang Xianzhi's formidable physique, even such severe injuries could heal rapidly. But that force of great destruction roamed within his body, preventing the wounds from recovering.

Wang Xianzhi let the blood drip onto the ground, as if he did not care about his injuries at all. He looked up at Yu Liancheng; this time, it was the other man looking down at him, like an ant.

Yu Liancheng stepped through the void, like a sun eternally hanging in the sky, radiating infinite light and heat. No one could ignore him; even with eyes closed, one could clearly and distinctly feel it.

It was also at this moment that Wang Xianzhi looked up and realized that when people below look up, those above are also like ants. He could not help but smile bitterly, which tugged at his injuries and caused him to vomit another mouthful of blood.

"This battle was very satisfying; I, Wang, have lost." Wang Xianzhi sighed deeply, filled with endless exhaustion. Though his voice was soft, it echoed across the entire East Sea.

The crowd was in an uproar; Wang Laoguai had admitted defeat himself, undoubtedly confirming the outcome of this battle.

"If you've lost, then lie down; why act so tough?" Yu Liancheng suddenly appeared beside Wang Xianzhi and gave him a light push. With a loud boom, the tall, burly body collapsed, kicking up a cloud of dust. His dark hair turned entirely white, covering his head like snow.

The hearts of all the spectators trembled heavily along with Wang Xianzhi's fall.

Above the East Sea, dead silence returned once more.

The shock this scene brought them was no less than Wang Laoguai's feat of Move Mountains.

But soon, some began beating their chests and stamping their feet, acting as if crazed; they were clearly gamblers who had bet their entire fortunes on Wang Xianzhi.

"That's more like it. The one standing wins, the one lying down loses. Otherwise, people might think the winner was you. I bet one hundred thousand taels of silver on myself, after all."

Yu Liancheng whispered to himself, his extraordinary aura retracting, and he became an unremarkable handsome man once again.

But in the eyes of others, he still carried an intensely strong sense of presence, causing the sun and moon to dim, becoming the only thing in heaven and earth, a manifestation even more spectacular than Wudi City.

"Five hundred years ago, there was Lv Zu, Lü Wudi. Sixty years ago, Wang Xianzhi, Wang Wudi."

Amidst the clamor, Cao Guanzi, who occupied eight-tenths of the elegance of the Heavenly Phenomenon, sighed.

With spectators like a mountain, as one of the few who truly saw the battle clearly, he knew the terror of Murong Tonghuang and muttered to himself: "From this day on, it is Murong Tonghuang, Murong Wudi. One man invincible for an era; how glorious."