Chapter 482: The End of the Journey to Beimang

Tingchao Pavilion collects information on the world's top experts.

Among them is the file on this Bronze Statue Patriarch.

Yu Liancheng had once inadvertently scanned it twice, and there were two terms on the file that were most conspicuous.

Two terms sufficient to make countless martial artists wary.

"Exiled Immortal."

"Heavenly King Dharma Body."

"Exiled Immortal" is an affirmation of the Bronze Statue Patriarch's identity and realm, while "Heavenly King Dharma Body" is the means by which this person can rival a Land Immortal.

And having been defeated twice in succession by the formidable enemy Yu Liancheng, the Bronze Statue Patriarch finally unleashed his trump card.

One could see the towering Wisdom King Faxiang in a wrathful state, its massive palm sweeping across the sky, representing the power of destruction and discipline. Before this palm, the vast majority of martial arts experts would feel trembling, as if facing the laws of the Heavenly Dao, their minds shaken, daring not to resist, only able to bow their heads and admit guilt.

Yu Liancheng looked up at the palm shrouded like dark clouds, his eyes narrowing slightly, shooting out cold light like lightning, and he stomped his foot fiercely.

The earth trembled violently, as if hundreds of bombs had been dropped on the ground in an instant; massive shockwaves spread, the ground for dozens of zhang around rattled, and countless buildings collapsed completely at this moment. This was also the reason why Tuoba Pusa and the others had driven away the townspeople in advance; otherwise, one could not know how many innocents would have been killed or injured by this single blow.

Tuoba Pusa, Demon Seed Liang, and the others were affected, their figures stalling slightly.

But Yu Liancheng had already pierced through the air, meeting the massive palm of the Wisdom King Faxiang.

Yu Liancheng's expression was solemn, his entire body permeated with a majestic aura, as if he were a supreme monarch. He threw a punch, meeting the boundless Wisdom King palm that covered the sky like a canopy head-on.

Bang!

Two fists of completely unequal size collided, the air exploding violently, like a thunderclap bursting out of thin air, shaking the heavens and the earth.

The difference in their size was truly too great; from the perspective of an onlooker, a mayfly shaking a tree or an ant moving a mountain was undoubtedly the most reasonable summary.

But what made everyone's jaws drop was that under the impact of the "ant," the "mountain" was actually shaken; the Wisdom King phantom staggered, and its entire body even rippled, becoming slightly translucent and ethereal.

The Bronze Statue Patriarch's face also turned pale, his rugged features revealing a look of astonishment.

One must know that when he was previously pressed into the ground by Yu Liancheng and sent flying by a punch, he had not shown this expression.

Losing in a contest of physical bodies was one thing, but that Wisdom King Faxiang was his trump card, yet it was repelled by a single punch. Moreover, having only taken one punch, it actually showed signs of collapsing.

If the Bronze Statue Patriarch knew that the "Mountain Moving" of Wang Laoguai of Wudi City had once been neutralized and shattered by this move, "Fist Tilting the World," perhaps he would feel much better.

If Yu Liancheng were given enough time to build momentum, I fear a single punch would be enough to make this Wisdom King Faxiang collapse.

Bang, bang, bang! Yu Liancheng raised his fists and collided with the Wisdom King Faxiang dozens more times; the air exploded continuously, and shockwaves raged and scattered.

This time, without the blessing of "Fist Tilting the World," the two sides were evenly matched.

However, Yu Liancheng had previously absorbed the True Qi of Fifth Hao, and coupled with his frantic absorption of Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi, he did not have much depletion. But the shadow of the Wisdom King Faxiang was becoming increasingly faint, rippling like ocean waves, and the Bronze Statue Patriarch's face was also growing paler, with a trace of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.

Fortunately, the three of Tuoba Pusa finally arrived.

Thus, Tuoba Pusa threw punches, the Sword Qi of the Sword Qi expert surged wildly, Zhong Liang's spear emerged like a mad dragon, and the Bronze Statue Patriarch protected himself with his Faxiang; the four great experts joined forces, their auras merging to engage Yu Liancheng in a slaughter.

The speed at which they struck had already surpassed the imagination of mortals, each strike seemingly bringing with it raging thunder. Sword Qi whistled wildly, gale winds blew in gusts, and wherever they fought, it was a scene of collapse and fragmentation; even the earth was scraped away layer by layer by the escaping force and gale winds.

Boom!!

The five had already descended from mid-air to the ground.

The next moment, the ground was like a volcanic eruption, the earth dragon churning. The soil surged up like terrifying waves, long waves filling the sky, the momentum reaching the extreme.

"Such a magnificent battle, it is only a pity that I am the only one to see it."

There was a mountain peak very far from the small town.

On top of the peak, a beauty with bare jade feet and a moon-white monk's robe gazed into the distance.

Without a doubt, this was a beauty, a beauty with great charm. Especially those beautiful eyes, bright yet world-weary, seeming to possess the wisdom of one who has seen all of humanity, yet also appearing to carry the innocence of a child.

The only pity was that her three thousand strands of black hair had been cut off, yet it also added a sense of taboo.

This was none other than Liuzhu Bodhisattva, who had once met Yu Liancheng, deemed him qualified for dual cultivation with her, but then drifted away.

Her beautiful eyes shimmered with unfathomable divine light, observing the auras of the seven experts as they fought, sighing leisurely. Her usually expressionless face revealed gravity, shocked by Yu Liancheng's current formidable strength.

In Xiangfan City, Liuzhu Bodhisattva had seen Yu Liancheng ferry one hundred thousand souls, and had already been able to perceive the extraordinary nature of the other party.

Yet she had not expected that news of him beating Huang Longshi and defeating Wang Xianzhi would soon spread. Her heart was both shocked and suspicious. After all, Wang Xianzhi had been invincible in the world for sixty years; how could he be defeated by a youth of barely twenty?

And today, she had truly witnessed Yu Liancheng's formidable means.

Eight of Beimang's top experts besieged him, but in the blink of an eye, he had killed four of them.

Although those four were somewhat weaker among the eight, and she, Liuzhu Bodhisattva, might not be unable to defeat them, she could absolutely not kill them in one move, let alone deal with the other experts simultaneously.

Although there was no lack of figures like Tuoba Pusa and the Bronze Statue Patriarch sitting in command among the current Beimang experts, for some reason, in the eyes of Liuzhu Bodhisattva, Yu Liancheng actually had a better chance of winning.

Rumble!

On the other side, the battle quickly entered a white-hot stage.

The five great experts unleashed their own auras without reservation, fighting as fast as lightning, potentially erupting with thousands of attacks in an instant. The battle fluctuations escaped, the force exploded in sequence, building after building collapsed, and the entire small town quickly turned into a ruin.

Any one of them was a supreme expert who dominated a region, let alone when they were fighting together at this moment.

The scope of the battle grew larger and larger, one towering tree after another was uprooted, bringing up large swathes of mud and sand, rivers were diverted because of it, and giant rocks shattered.

Whatever stood in their way immediately suffered a devastating blow.

For a time, the heavens shook and the earth moved, the sun and moon lost their luster.

The entire world seemed to be trembling, shivering, as if it might break and disintegrate at any moment due to this incredible power.

If any mortal witnessed this scene, I fear they would prostrate themselves in worship, revering those few figures moving as nimbly as dragons as gods roaming the heavens and earth.

However, only those truly within the range of the battle, such as Demon Seed Liang, could understand that they were not as carefree as imagined, roaming the heavens and earth at will.

Murong Tonghuang was too strong.

This kind of strength was not a one-sided strength.

It was an all-encompassing strength, without a single weakness.

His physique was robust, every punch and kick containing the force of millions of jun.

Even when resisting with all their might, the four of them felt as if their bodies were being blown apart. Even if they could occasionally land a punch or a palm on Yu Liancheng, the other party acted as if nothing had happened. At most, his body would stall for a moment before he neutralized the force.

The various means of attack were even more inconceivable, especially that power containing great destruction and great devastation, which made them complain incessantly.

But to Tuoba Pusa and the other three, what was most terrifying about Yu Liancheng was his recovery ability.

They had originally planned to fight a war of attrition; since there was only one Murong Tonghuang, they would wear Murong Tonghuang to death, while the four of them could take turns recovering True Qi.

But fighting until now, the opponent's energy flow remained endless, without the slightest sign of decline. On the contrary, the four of them were consuming the True Qi within their bodies rapidly, unable to replenish it in time.

Especially the slightly weaker Jian Qijin and Demon Seed Liang; if not for Tuoba Pusa and the Bronze Statue Ancestor blocking several offensives for them, they would have likely been killed by Yu Liancheng long ago.

Tuoba Pusa and the other three exchanged thoughts while fighting.

They had never joined forces to fight an enemy before, but under the pressure of this great enemy Yu Liancheng, their coordination had become increasingly tacit. A single glance at each other was enough to roughly understand the other's intent.

"Ancestor, General Tuoba, Brother Seed, please hold him off for a moment." Jian Qijin transmitted his voice to the other three and took the initiative to withdraw from the combat range.

Retreating nearly a hundred 333-meter units away, Jian Qijin tossed the long Sword "Ding Feng Bo" in his hand; the long sword flew to a distance of 10 meters above his head, standing firm like a mountain or a peak, as if muttering to himself: "There are thousands of Sword Ways in the world; Li Chungang's Sword Opens Heaven's Gate, Deng Taie's Flying Sword fine rays, I, Jian Qijin, do not wish to walk their paths..."

The Northern Mang Sword Technique Grandmaster, whose real name was Huang Qing, held one finger upright, and the Sword Ding Feng Bo three zhang above his head swayed, suddenly stacking a "Ding Feng Bo" in each of the four directions: up, down, left, and right.

Immediately following, each sword then manifested four identical swords.

The manifested swords continued to change.

Endless Life, as if it could continue to stack and change without end.

Before long, a towering Sword Mountain appeared above Jian Qijin's head; every sword was "Ding Feng Bo," and every Ding Feng Bo gave people a sharp feeling, filled with Sword Energy, and was definitely not a counterfeit product.

"This is my Sword Path, Jian Qijin."

The long swords became more and more numerous, constantly increasing and expanding, and the entire heaven and earth were filled with vast and mighty Sword Qi, sharp and peerless, without beginning or end.

"Go."

Jian Qijin's complexion was pale, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. He pointed his finger forward, and the vast Sword Mountain smashed toward Yu Liancheng.

Moreover, the Sword Mountain was still constantly growing in the process of being smashed.

Tuoba Pusa, Demon Seed Liang, and the Bronze Statue Ancestor immediately dodged, and while recovering True Qi, each held a trump card, waiting to use it later.

Watching the whistling Sword Mountain, Yu Liancheng did not choose to retreat.

With a long roar, he crashed into the Sword Mountain with a boom.

The momentum of this collision was truly unstoppable. In one breath, he actually broke nearly a thousand long swords, his entire person sinking into the belly of the mountain. But the momentum of the Sword Mountain did not diminish in the slightest; it grew crazily, increasing in layers, actually encompassing Yu Liancheng's entire person within the Sword Mountain.

Inside the belly of the Sword Mountain, countless long swords pierced back and forth; every instant, hundreds of swords struck the invisible Protective Qi Cover Yu Liancheng had opened, then shattered with a boom.

Yu Liancheng looked around inside the Sword Mountain, a look of contemplation appearing between his brows.

If one wanted to break the Sword Mountain, one needed to find the true 'Ding Feng Bo,' which was the main body of the Sword Mountain. But this Sword Mountain was composed of tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands of Ding Feng Bo.

Wanting to find the Ding Feng Bo was easier said than done.

Of course, for Yu Liancheng, it was not that complicated.

He flicked his finger against his Protective Qi Cover, transmitting the Broken Force continuously onto the Protective Qi Cover. The cover, which was originally only used for defense, suddenly gained an aura of great destruction and great devastation. It was as if no matter what thing in the world it was, as long as it touched the cover lightly, it would immediately perish and shatter.

"Expand!"

Yu Liancheng spread his arms upward.

Instantly, the entire Protective Qi Cover expanded outward.

Expanded violently.

Any long sword that touched the cover lightly immediately shattered.

A hole suddenly appeared in the belly of the Sword Mountain, and it continued to expand.

And outside the Sword Mountain, every inch the cover expanded, Jian Qijin's complexion turned a shade paler. Suddenly, Jian Qijin spat out a mouthful of blood, swaying and on the verge of collapsing.

At this very moment, the Sword Mountain collapsed, and countless "Ding Feng Bo" turned to dust and vanished, yet one "Ding Feng Bo" fell from the sky.

Without a doubt, this was the true Ding Feng Bo.

Yu Liancheng grabbed the Ding Feng Bo in his hand, and the sword body hummed and trembled. It seemed to want to fly out of his hand, but Yu Liancheng showed no "tenderness toward the fair sex"; vast energy poured into the sword body, and the sword body immediately cracked with a 'crack' sound, appearing with a long fissure, dull and lusterless, and no longer struggled.

At this very moment, the killing moves of the other three also arrived.

Demon Seed Liang pulled a long spear from his palm, and a series of explosions crackled in the air. One could see spear shadows filling the sky above and below, enveloping Yu Liancheng like mercury pouring onto the ground, leaving not the slightest gap.

In this instant, he had thrust out hundreds of spears, each with the power to shatter mountain rocks.

Tuoba Pusa's expression was solemn, with an air of killing intent between his brows.

He swung his fists; the punches were like mountains, seemingly simple punches without many changes.

But the moment the fists were thrown out, the sound of thousands of troops and horses galloping rang out, and a majestic battle intent enveloped a radius of ten zhang.

The Bronze Statue Ancestor's move was the slowest, still in the stage of gathering power, but it was also the most vast.

One could see his left hand raised and his right hand pressed down, while the somewhat illusory and ethereal Heavenly King Faxiang behind him did the same, making the same movement, only appearing more vast and sacred.

A patch of dark clouds gathered, no one knew when, and thunder rumbled. The Heavenly King Faxiang's raised palm went straight into the dark clouds, pulling a bolt of lightning from them.

The pressing palm was still in mid-air, its five fingers curled into a claw, emitting a unique suction force, immediately causing sand and stones to fly, condensing into a great storm.

"I have a sword."

The aura on Yu Liancheng's body became increasingly ethereal, carrying an air of aloofness and detachment. The tip of his sword pointed obliquely at the ground; he turned his wrist and raised his hand to thrust out a sword.

"The sword comes from the heavens!"

At this moment, except for the Bronze Statue Ancestor who was still gathering his move, everyone saw a sword light flying in obliquely, flying from the heavens.

Yu Liancheng's figure had already disappeared into the sword light.

In the heavens and on earth, it seemed as if only this one ethereal sword light remained.

Where the sword light reached, not only was there no killing intent, but it carried an illusory and ethereal artistic conception, as if transforming this piece of heaven and earth into a fairyland spirit platform, not like the human world.

The Sword Qi crisscrossed, yet came without a shadow, as if born out of thin air, coming from beyond the heavens, impossible to grasp. Even with Tuoba Pusa's eyesight, he was actually unable to capture its trajectory at this moment.

As the number one person in Northern Mang, Tuoba Pusa only felt that this sword of Murong Tonghuang was as if used by an immortal.

Of course, his concept of "immortal" at this time was different from the cognition of ordinary experts.

To most experts, the so-called immortal was either riding a crane to ascend, or Sword Opens Heaven's Gate, or Shattering the Void. It was a cultivator who had entered the Heavenly Gate and entered another, more vast world.

If they were to truly fight with blades and spears, I fear there are not many among the immortals in the heavens who could defeat Tuoba Pusa.

Yet the immortal that Yu Liancheng had transformed into at this moment was closer to the gods of mundane novels—those who do not eat the food of mortals, ride the clouds and mist, churn the rivers and seas, and are immortal and indestructible.

Below the immortal.

Everything is mundane.

How could a mortal possibly withstand the sword of an immortal?

Without a sound, the sword light sliced through Tuoba Pusa's fist momentum; his entire body flew out like a rag Wawa, tumbling dozens of zhang away.

"Cough, cough, cough..." Tuoba Pusa coughed violently, his face flushed, and as he knelt half-way on the ground, another mouthful of blood sprayed out.

With just this one sword strike, more than half of his combat power was gone.

If Yu Liancheng were to strike again at this moment, he would likely not be able to take even a single move.

What was even more terrifying was that this sword strike swept across a wide area, and the range covered by the sword momentum was not limited to him alone.

Demon Seed Liang's figure froze; he stood upon the earth, still maintaining the posture of holding his long spear, his heroic spirit vibrant, but there was no longer any luster in his eyes, and the person had lost all breath.

Suddenly, a red line spread across his neck, and beads of blood seeped out. Then, blood gushed out like a spring, a massive head fell to the ground, rolled twice, and his tall frame collapsed with a boom.

Jian Qijin spat out a mouthful of blood, his lapels completely soaked through, and though he felt his life force pouring away like a tide, he still ignored it, hissing: "Good sword art... good sword art..."

"It is indeed a good sword art."

Yu Liancheng smiled slightly, his tone calm; he did not feel this was praise, merely stating the truth.

"May I ask... cough, cough... may I ask what the name of this sword strike is?" Jian Qijin's breath grew increasingly weak; by rights, he should have died from that strike, but a strand of will was supporting him.

Yu Liancheng pondered for a moment, his tone carrying a trace of nostalgia as he said faintly: "Flying Immortal from Beyond the Heavens."

Ye Gucheng's flawless sword moves, even by his current standards, were still remarkable, surpassing most sword arts in the world. The trace of ethereal sword rhyme within it was even more precious.

"What a Flying Immortal from Beyond the Heavens, what a Flying Immortal from Beyond the Heavens. Cough, cough... I have no regrets in death, no regrets in death..."

Jian Qijin fell backward, a smile actually appearing on his face. For one who studies the sword, being able to witness such a strike could be considered "hearing the Truth in the morning, one can die in the evening."

Thus, this Flying Immortal from Beyond the Heavens strike resulted in two deaths and one serious injury.

Of course, the reason this strike could achieve such glorious results, aside from the power of the strike itself, was also because these three had exhausted most of their True Qi in the previous battle.

"Murong Tonghuang!"

A vast, booming voice rang out across the horizon, like a great bell. The one who emitted this sound was the Bronze Man Ancestor; he was far away and had not been affected by the "Flying Immortal from Beyond the Heavens."

And the long accumulation of power finally reached its peak.

It was time to erupt.

One could see the Wisdom King Faxiang holding thunder and storms in his hands, fusing the two forces together. For a moment, the wind and thunder raged, and heaven and earth seemed to fall into a state of chaos.

Boom—!

Subsequently, with a push of his palm, endless wind and thunder poured toward Yu Liancheng like a heavenly river.

"With the sword in hand, I ask who in the world is a hero."

Yu Liancheng let out a long whistle, the tips of his feet tapped, and man and sword became one, transforming into a brilliant streak of sword light that charged head-on into the endless wind and thunder.

Boom!

Boom—!

The sword light roamed within the wind and thunder, constantly weaving through them.

The wind and thunder continuously shattered and dissipated, but though the sword light twisted and changed, it always maintained its forward-thrusting momentum.

In the end, the sky-filling wind and thunder were pierced through by the sword light.

The sword light flashed once more, and the long sword pierced into the golden chest, from which red blood flowed out.