Chapter 509: Huishan, Battling Wang Xianzhi Again. (Seeking Monthly Votes)

"Those holding the order, enter!"

This ethereal voice fell.

But the crowd looked at one another, yet no one stepped forward first, falling into a silent stillness.

"Haha, move aside, move aside, a bunch of cowards, it still falls to me, Hero Wen, to do it." The devil-may-care wandering swordsman pushed through the crowd, a blade slung across his back, a blade of grass dangling from the corner of his mouth, looking arrogant to an absurd degree.

Wen Hua stood before the crowd, looking around with pride, thoroughly enjoying the astonished gazes of the crowd, then took a step onto the Yushi Yongdao.

Nothing happened.

Immediately following, he jogged for several dozen steps, the whole way effortless.

Turning his head, he waved his hand with a cheeky grin: "Hehe, you heroes and good fellows holding the order, hurry up and come up, don't keep the host waiting too long."

The martial arts practitioners at the foot of Huishan were once again in a stir.

Could it be that the "Great Snow Order" was just a gimmick, and any martial arts practitioner could set foot on Huishan?

Immediately, several young talents stepped toward the jade stone steps, for they could not let this country bumpkin steal the limelight.

But the moment they stepped onto the stone stairs, they instantly sensed a tyrannical pressure descending from the sky, causing their backs to hunch immediately, their bones creaking, as if carrying a heavy burden.

Yet they refused to admit defeat, insisting on walking up the staircase path.

To the martial arts experts below, these few young talents all appeared to be carrying a thousand-catty weight, every step appearing painful and strenuous, as if struggling against heaven.

After another moment, finally, a young man dressed like a young master could not withstand the pressure and collapsed onto the stone steps, cold sweat soaking his back, looking utterly disheveled.

Like a village dog unable to bear the scorching heat of midsummer, he panted heavily with his tongue lolling out.

"Those holding the order enter; those not holding the order, please do not trespass, and act according to your ability."

A graceful figure like willow catkins in the wind, swaying with the breeze, appeared outside the ceremonial gate in the blink of an eye.

Wearing a wooden hairpin and plain clothes, cold and aloof, holding the ancient famous sword "Sehong," who else could it be but the "Jinghong Fairy," Chen Yu?

Chen Yu flipped a primitive bronze mirror from her palm, which was the mountain-suppressing magic treasure "Water Moon Heavenly Well" that Murong Tonghuang had traded from the Guanyin Sect a few days prior.

These three hundred-plus stone steps were precisely formed into an array called "Mountain-Bearing" with the Water Moon Heavenly Well; climbing the steps was like walking while carrying a mountain, and if one possessed First Grade means, one could barely traverse it.

As for those below First Grade, they could forget about breaking through the three hundred-plus jade steps to reach the ceremonial gate.

Chen Yu circulated her True Qi, and with a flash of the bronze mirror, those few young talents who were clearly unable to hold on were instantly transported to the foot of the mountain, looking relieved of a heavy burden.

If they had stayed on those stone steps for too long, even if they could barely preserve their lives, their bodies would have suffered crushing, unable to bear the weight, leaving behind wounds difficult to heal.

Yet there were those who refused to accept it, saying: "May I ask, Fairy, why can this person walk back and forth on the jade steps at will, pacing freely?"

Before Chen Yu could reply, a burst of wild laughter from Wen Hua rang out as he pulled a bronze token from his bosom: "Haha, a bunch of blind fools, I, Wen Hua, am a world-renowned swordsman, not someone you can compare to. Come, come, come, take a good look, do you recognize these three characters? Let me teach you: Great, Snow, Order! Hahaha."

It must be said, this fellow's appearance was truly asking for a beating; the four characters "a petty person drunk on success" described him perfectly.

Soon, someone recognized Wen Hua's identity; after all, he had caused quite a stir in Taian City back then, and someone shouted: "Yo yo, isn't this Wen Busheng? How many sword duels have you lost recently?"

"I bet he stole the Great Snow Order from somewhere; look at that shifty-eyed appearance, he looks like the type who would do such a thing."

Wen Hua just chuckled, turned his backside toward the crowd, and patted it: "Say what you want, I, Wen Hua, only know that you lot can't even eat my farts."

Curses rang out incessantly at the foot of the mountain.

Wen Hua was not in a hurry either; he chose a step to sit on, and then sat there trading insults with the various martial arts heroes below Huishan.

Every time he held a tournament in the Capital, he wanted to have a fierce fight with the bastards mocking him below like this, but unfortunately, fearing he would incite the crowd, he could only run away in disgrace.

This time it was fine; with the three hundred jade steps as a protective talisman, he could curse as much as he wanted.

Before long, foul language filled the jade steps, and the spiritual rain and empty mountain atmosphere of Huishan were swept away.

Chen Yu outside the ceremonial gate was left between laughter and tears.

"You brat, have you cursed enough? If you aren't ashamed, I am."

The one-armed, white-browed Sui Xiegu swept out, his face gloomy, grabbed Wen Busheng by the collar, and in a leap or two, swept into the ceremonial gate like a ghost. The latter still seemed unsatisfied as he cursed a few more times at the foot of the mountain, only closing his mouth after being fiercely struck by the one-armed old man.

Behind the ceremonial gate was Guniu Dagang.

"Looks like we are the first to arrive." Wen Hua looked around on Guniu Dagang, his mouth instantly watering.

There were long tables, fine wine, delicacies, and Huishan disciples, but no experts.

"Hmph, you think everyone likes to show off like you."

Sui Xiegu snorted coldly; although he had reached the pinnacle of Sword Dao, he did not crave fame or wealth, and few knew the name of the Eating Sword Ancestor. He didn't know if it was good or bad to have taken in such a noisy disciple.

Wen Hua chuckled; he was a crude man and couldn't say anything elegant, but he remembered a sentence Xu Fengnian had once said, which he kept engraved in his heart to this day.

"Returning home without wealth is like wearing silk robes and walking in the dark."

If you're out in the world, you have to make a name for yourself. Otherwise, how could you face your fellow villagers, your brothers, and sisters-in-law when you return?

Of course, now was not the time to consider such things; looking at the delicious food on the long tables, how could Wen Hua care about the demeanor of an expert? He pounced like a starving tiger, devouring the food, looking exactly like someone who hadn't had a full meal in three days.

"This brat."

Sui Xiegu cursed, chose a seat, and casually picked up a chicken leg to eat.

Although he ate swords and harbored thousands of strands of Sword Qi in his belly, he had not yet reached the realm of consuming wind and drinking dew, so naturally, he still needed to eat, drink, and relieve himself.

Following that, experts holding the Great Snow Order stepped onto Guniu Hill one after another.

Wen Hua only cared about finishing the feast before him and had absolutely no time to pay attention.

Suddenly, a gust of wind sounded beside his ear.

Wen Hua had indeed learned some skills now; he reached out and grabbed something, only to find it was a chicken bone.

Wen Busheng was just about to curse loudly, but when he looked up and saw a familiar smiling face, he was first in disbelief, then said with pleasant surprise: "Xu."

He stood up and punched Xu Fengnian in the chest.

"Wen." Xu Fengnian laughed instead of getting angry and returned the punch.

"Son of a bitch, using so much strength." Wen Hua grimaced; he was sometimes particularly petty and felt he had suffered a great loss, so he immediately rewarded Xu Fengnian with another punch.

After this back and forth, a handsome and dashing young master from a wealthy family was wrestling with a rough martial artist who smelled of poverty even from a distance.

After a good while of roughhousing, both of them had exhausted their strength, and only then did they stop at the same time.

Xu Fengnian sat down, looked Wen Hua over, and laughed: "Wen Hua, oh Wen Hua, you're a 'Wen Busheng' with a bit of a reputation now, so why are you still in this sorry state? You're just as sloppy as you were two years ago, dressed like a mess, and eating like a stray dog fighting over scraps."

"Young Master Xu, don't call me 'Wen Busheng', call me 'Wooden Sword' Wen Hua. With my current swordsmanship, if I get even a little serious, I could knock your head full of bumps. Show some respect for a senior expert, you know?" Wen Hua rolled his eyes, expressing his deep loathing for the nickname 'Wen Busheng'.

"Heh, stop talking nonsense. I've even learned the Two Sleeves of Green Snakes from the Old Sword God Li Chungang; beating you is no harder than beating a dog," Xu Fengnian retorted, not showing any weakness.

"Come, come, let's trade a few blows. If I don't beat you until you're looking for your own shit all over the ground today, I'm not Wen Hua." Wen Hua rolled up his sleeves, ready to fight Xu Fengnian.

"Come on then, like I'm afraid of you."

Just then, a woman with quite a bit of charm passed by the two of them, appearing to be the sect leader of some female sect.

The two immediately ceased their hostilities, talking idly while their eyes wandered toward the woman's swaying figure.

It was not until the woman had walked far away that the two came back to their senses.

Wen Hua chuckled: "The steamed buns are white, so white."

This was Wen Hua's catchphrase, and Xu Fengnian smacked his lips: "Not as white as the young lady's chest."

The two shared a smile, as if they had returned to the time when they first traveled the Edo—clearly having nothing, yet happy and poor all day long.

With that, the two lost the urge to fight, sat down, and began to chat about their recent experiences, each with their own reflections.

Wen Hua had actually known Xu Fengnian's identity back in Taian City, but he still pretended to be very surprised: "Well, you little Nian, so you really are from a wealthy and extravagant family, extravagant to no end. It's a deal: when we get to Beiliang, you'll take me to the best brothels and treat me to the most expensive restaurants."

"Consider it done." Xu Fengnian patted his chest, then pointed with his finger at the one-armed old man gnawing on a lamb leg nearby: "Is that old man your master? He doesn't look like a high-level expert at all, just like you."

"Pah, my master is a Sword Immortal on par with Deng Taie, stop talking nonsense." Wen Hua glared at Xu Fengnian, then rubbed his chin: "Though he does look quite wretched, no air of a high-level expert... ouch."

The final cry was because a lamb bone had hit him on the forehead, leaving a large bump.

The one who struck was, of course, Sui Xiegu. The old man glanced at Wen Hua and cursed: "No sense of hierarchy, you deserve a beating."

"I won't bicker with this old man. Speaking of which, there are really so many experts here today, more than I've seen in the first half of my life combined." Wen Hua rubbed his forehead, not angry, and changed the subject: "But it seems the Sword Immortal Deng Taie hasn't arrived yet."

"Heh, it's not just Deng Taie. The Old Sword Immortal Li Chungang, Liu Songtao of Zhulu Mountain, the dashing Cao Zhangqing in green robes... a whole bunch of top-tier, dashing figures haven't shown themselves yet," Xu Fengnian said.

"Why, could it be they don't care about Murong Wudi's face?" Wen Hua said.

"Wrong. I reckon they've all arrived, but they care about face; the later you appear, the more of a finale it is. And if I'm not mistaken, they want to see what kind of medicine Brother Murong is selling in his gourd before deciding whether to show themselves," Xu Fengnian laughed.

"So even martial arts experts have so many hidden agendas," Wen Hua shook his head and asked with great interest: "Little Nian, why do you think Murong Wudi sent out the Great Snow Order to invite all the experts in the world?"

"Heh, how would I know? That person is a figure like a Land Immortal, how could it be something for mere mortals like us to guess?"

Xu Fengnian shook his head.

The former Prince suddenly frowned and looked up at the sky.

His originally lazy expression suddenly became solemn, his gaze sharp as a sword, as if piercing through layers of obstruction to see the changes in the firmament.

"Hmm? Little Nian, what are you looking at?" Wen Hua frowned; he also quickly noticed the anomaly and suddenly looked up at the sky.

At this moment, those who could appear on Guniu Dagang, apart from the original disciples of Huishan, were mostly First-Rank Experts, or at the very least, peak Second-Rank. They all sensed the anomaly and looked up at the sky with solemn expressions.

They saw the sky gradually dimming. The originally clear sky and light clouds suddenly underwent a strange change; clusters of black clouds, thick as mountains and black as ink, floated in the air, pressing down extremely low.

The rolling black clouds swept over, obscuring all light and shrouding the entire Huishan in their shadow. Electric arcs crackled across the sky, and an invisible energy swept in all directions, as if a great storm were about to arrive, making people feel extremely oppressed and even somewhat panicked.

Swish! Swish!

Within the ink-like black clouds, two beams of clear light suddenly projected, as if they were two bolts of lightning, illuminating the heavens and the earth.

Wen Hua's body trembled.

He actually developed a strange feeling.

Within the ink-like black clouds, there was a God-like existence looking down at Guniu Dagang.

The two beams of clear light that shot down were merely his gaze; his divine eyes were like lightning, his divine might like fury.

"That you all could grace us with your presence truly makes Huishan shine." Immediately after, a voice that did not sound human came from the black clouds, similar to the voice that had previously said "Those with the order may enter," but it carried an additional sense of indifferent and profound majesty, making one feel as if they were facing the high heavens, wanting to bow down in submission.

Following that, a mass of black clouds descended from the sky.

All the way to the ground.

The black clouds rippled outward.

A slender black figure slowly revealed itself to everyone, as if a Demon God had entered the world.

The black Demon God's black robes billowed, fluttering without wind, snapping loudly.

His black hair flew, and his handsome, demonic face seemed to carry a hint of an evil, charming smile that could make any woman in the world fall for him.

That powerful sense of presence filled every inch of space on Guniu Dagang, as if a black sun were hanging in the sky, arriving with awe-inspiring divine might. It was as if it had absorbed all light and heat, leaving only pure and simple darkness and coldness.

Before this incredible existence, many experts, including Wen Hua and Xu Fengnian, only felt as if they were in boundless darkness, unable to see their own fingers, turning into a speck of dust in the darkness, insignificant and unremarkable.

The originally buzzing Huishan became deathly silent.

"Well, it seems the entrance effect I specially researched is still quite effective."

The black Demon God chuckled, his smile warm and genial, like a spring breeze.

In an instant, the sky full of black clouds was torn apart, and sunlight spilled down, making everyone feel warm all over, the chill completely driven away.

"The rain falls thick and fast during the Qingming Festival, the traveler on the road is heartbroken. I ask where a friend can be found, Huishan strikes the finger to sever longevity." Liu Songtao, who had returned to the appearance of a young monk, stepped out and stared at Murong Tonghuang, whose image overlapped with the man in the memories.

"Liu Songtao pays his respects to Murong Wudi." Liu Songtao pressed his palms together in a salute to Yu Liancheng: "I ask, where is my friend?"

"Heh heh, hasn't the poem already explained it? That person is right at the bottom of Huishan, having had his longevity severed by this seat's finger," Yu Liancheng answered Liu Songtao's obsession with a light, casual remark.

"He... is dead?" Liu Songtao's body shook.

Yu Liancheng nodded: "That's right, dead. He died for the sake of the Zhao Family's empire."

Liu Songtao pondered for a long time, then laughed loudly, suddenly two lines of turbid tears rolling down, and he clapped his hands.

"Died well, died well. Back then, the three of us traveled the world together; Zhao Huangchao failed you but not the empire, you failed Liu Songtao. Liu Songtao failed Zhulu Mountain, but only never failed you. You are dead, and Zhao Huangchao is also dead; this grudge is finally settled."

A hundred years ago, there were three people traveling the Edo.

Liu Songtao, a woman in purple, and Zhao Huangchao.

Later, after Liu Songtao was rejected by the woman in purple, he went into seclusion to cultivate.

At that time, Liu Songtao was already the world-renowned Great Demon of Zhulu Mountain, and the woman in purple was rumored to be his woman, leading to a tragic end; she was hanged in full view of everyone, still naked when she died.

Upon hearing of this, Liu Songtao emerged from the mountains in a rage, slaughtering the world just as the Forget-Worry Person Gao Shulu had, turning the rivers of the pugilistic world red with blood.

Zhao Huangchao half-pleaded with and half-coerced the Celestial Master Mansion of Longhu Mountain's True Person Zhao Gusu to go to the Dragon Pool, where they sacrificed six Purple Gold Lotuses of Luck to summon three ancestral masters of the modern era, borrowing the power of Heavenly Humans to brand a nine-character prophecy and use nine layers of thunder from ten thousand miles away to nail Liu Songtao to death.

Liu Songtao was not nailed to death at the Dragon Pool; he fled to Lantuo Mountain to shave his head and become a monk, hiding away for nearly a hundred years.

During these nearly one hundred years, when Liu Songtao was occasionally clear-headed, he would wonder who exactly it was that had set the treacherous trap back then.

And many of the accusations pointed squarely at Zhao Huangchao.

For the sake of the Zhao Family's stability, that man had used his hands to sweep through the pugilistic world, only to have him cast out from Longhu Mountain later—a truly well-calculated scheme.

Coming out this time was, in itself, to settle old scores.

Yet he had not expected that Zhao Huangchao would have already passed away.

Regardless of what the truth was back then, all the rights and wrongs had turned into smoke and clouds.

"An old friend at Huishan cuts off longevity, yet there is also an old friend at Huishan seeking longevity..."

Yu Liancheng cast a glance at Xuanyuan Qingfeng.

If his calculations were not wrong, Xuanyuan Qingfeng should be the reincarnation of that woman in purple.

But once one enters reincarnation, all past lives are forgotten.

Since she had already reincarnated, why bother getting entangled with the past again?

"Since the past has been severed, I only seek to live this life with abandon."

Liu Songtao laughed heartily, his gaze burning as he looked at Yu Liancheng: "The current pugilistic world is truly an eye-opener. I remember the Sword Immortal Wei Cao, who stood alone in the world's sword forest back then, recklessly wielding his sword to chase after deer at the mountain, and he stabbed me with a sword. I returned the favor, stabbing him in the mouth and hanging his corpse on the mountain peak. The enemies I provoked this way were countless, but when I walked the pugilistic world for the last time, it was hard to even find a worthy opponent; it was dead and lifeless."

"It is different now. There is Wang Xianzhi, who has been the World's Second for sixty years; there is Hong Xixiang, who rides a crane to Jiangnan; there is Li Chungang, who is a pugilistic world unto himself... Of course, more importantly, this pugilistic world still has a Murong Wudi. Let Liu Songtao represent the pugilistic world of a hundred years ago to ask this new pugilistic world for a sword, to ask for a victory or defeat."

As he spoke, Liu Songtao had already torn off a sleeve, and with a flick of his wrist, the sleeve deformed and twisted, suddenly transforming into a cloth sword.

Dare I ask Murong of Huishan, can you drink a sword?

When this sword was swung, Liu Songtao seemed to age twenty years in an instant. A massive pillar of Sword Qi appeared between heaven and earth, slashing down toward Yu Liancheng.

"My goodness, what a grand display."

Wen Hua gasped in amazement.

Just watching this sword from afar, one could feel the surging Sword Qi, and could even hear the sound of the airflow being sliced open, rushing and flowing like the tides of a river, shaking the heart.

Yu Liancheng also unleashed a sword.

A finger-sword.

Bringing two fingers together, the finger-sword pierced the air; there was no shrill sound of wind, just a light and casual motion, yet it seemed filled with deathly silence and the power of great destruction.

Bang!

The Sword Qi shattered.

The cloth sword shattered.

Liu Songtao retreated several steps, his face flushed. Even though he had already estimated the strength of the current world's number one, he still felt shocked and stunned.

"If you wish to cross swords with me, I will naturally accompany you to the end. But for now, you must wait until I have dealt with a true opponent..."

Yu Liancheng smiled as he looked at Liu Songtao.

It was as if he had already pierced through Liu Songtao's body, pierced through the obstruction of clouds and mist, pierced through layers of space, and seen a commoner in coarse linen clothes.

The commoner stood tall at the bow of a boat, the river water rolling, yet it seemed as if even the surrounding mountains were bowing to him.

And that burly commoner, as if sensing something, looked up toward the direction of Guniu Dagang on Huishan, his eyes burning with a raging battle intent that even the three rivers and five lakes could not extinguish.

On the Shejiang, Wang Xianzhi withdrew his gaze.

"Last time you went to Wudi City, this time I have come to Huishan; we are even."

Wang Xianzhi twitched the corners of his mouth, as if he had smiled, yet no smile emerged.

A single stomp.

The covered boat beneath his feet was instantly struck by a thousand bolts of lightning, turning into countless fragments that shot out in all directions. The previously quiet Shejiang surged with waves, lifting two thick walls of water that slapped toward both banks.

The next moment, Wang Xianzhi's entire body soared into the air, straight into the clouds.

The surroundings were filled with vast clouds, yet that great sun remained above his head, and heaven and earth shifted from clamor to silence.

Wang Xianzhi took a deep breath, and his massive Qi surged like a dam breaking; the clouds were evaporated in an instant, and one could faintly see Huishan below, though it appeared insignificant.

Immediately after, Wang Xianzhi dove down, descending from the sky with an incomparably domineering posture to fight this lifelong enemy.

As he could see the astonished expressions of the people on Guniu Dagang, this peerless commoner, who had always styled himself as the World's Second, clenched his fist, and with a punch like a falling meteorite, carrying ten thousand jun of immense force, he smashed down with a boom.

"Good punch!"

Yu Liancheng's face was likewise filled with surging battle intent; his right hand suddenly opened, then fiercely clenched into a fist, and the force of his Qi shot out from between his fingers like arrows, striking the hard floor and creating four craters.

He swung his arm and threw a punch.

Boom!

This punch felt as if a Divine Mountain had risen from the ground, its massive presence filling the entire field of vision, and it even seemed to carry a momentum capable of piercing the firmament.

The long tables, stools, and delicacies originally placed on Guniu Dagang were incredibly swept up and sent flying into the sky along with this punch.

Under the gaze of countless experts on Guniu Dagang, the punch descending from the sky and the punch rising from the ground finally collided head-on without any pretense.

Boom!

Boom, boom, boom!

The two fists struck each other.

Thunder suddenly rang out between heaven and earth, echoing for a hundred miles. It was not only deafening, but it also caused Qi and Blood to churn, and Qi to run wild uncontrollably.

A gale swept across the entire Guniu Dagang, a hurricane scouring the area, shattering and blowing away the trees and rocks in sight. Heaven and earth seemed to have turned into chaos, blurring the world and space, as if reenacting the Opening Heaven.

The group of experts on Guniu Dagang hurriedly circulated their Qi to resist, retreating continuously.

They were all overlords who dominated their own regions in the pugilistic world, yet the mere aftershocks of these two people's battle left them with a feeling of being unable to resist.

They pride themselves on being experts, but the gap between them and these two monsters, who are like Demons and Gods, is by no means just a little bit.

And at this moment, they also understood one of the reasons why Murong Tonghuang strictly controlled the distribution of the Great Snow Order. Not to mention anything else, the mere aftershocks of the battle would be enough to severely injure a Second Grade, and anyone below Second Grade would die without a burial place.

"What a Murong Wudi; this punch was meant to give you a show of force, but I didn't expect you to be a cut above."

Wang Xianzhi's figure slowly descended from the firmament, his burly body seemingly able to obscure the sun in the sky.

Yu Liancheng met Wang Xianzhi's gaze, a deep and inexplicable brilliance flashing in his pupils: "This punch is quite powerful; heart and strength are united. You have indeed reached this level."

The ground beneath his feet was shattered, with spiderweb-like cracks spreading for dozens of zhang, forming a shocking crater.

In that previous exchange of punches, the two had even more on their minds.

When Yu Liancheng first arrived at Wudi City, he had smashed the city walls of Wudi City with a single punch.

And Wang Xianzhi wanted to return the favor by smashing Guniu Dagang.

But this punch of his, which he was certain would succeed, was neutralized by Yu Liancheng.

It is just a pity that Yu Liancheng also miscalculated; there was still residual force that leaked out, causing the scene before them.

"It is also because I reached this level that I finally understood that you did indeed show mercy to me during that exchange in the East Sea," Wang Xianzhi said leisurely.

"Because I think you are a true martial artist, worthy of anticipation."

Yu Liancheng beckoned slightly to Wang Xianzhi: "Come, do not let me down, and do not let the experts of the world have made this trip in vain."

"Good, Wang will certainly not fail the expectations of Mountain Master Murong. Be careful."

As the words fell, Wang Xianzhi's body suddenly vanished into the void, or perhaps it transcended the void, launching an inconceivable strike.

Yu Liancheng's figure vanished as well.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Peals of thunder exploded one after another.

Although they could not capture the figures of the two, the experts present could clearly feel the tremors in the void; in an instant, there were thousands of clashes, with energy venting like a torrent.

The two fought faster and faster, their Qi and energy venting without reservation; waves of wild torrents swept across the high sky, and the clouds for ten thousand miles dissipated.

At the foot of Huishan, the originally noisy crowd of martial artists suddenly became silent.

Just after that previous thunderous roar, they felt an unprecedented sense of palpitations and oppression.

This palpitation and oppression came from the heart, from the purest instinct of a martial artist.

Immediately, everyone's mind was shaken, and they became inexplicably panicked, feeling as if the sky had collapsed.

Their feelings were correct; to them, whether it was Yu Liancheng or Wang Xianzhi, both counted as unfathomable high heavens.

Once the two let go and fought, without the slightest restraint, they fought from the sky down to the foot of Huishan.

To them, that was no different from the sky collapsing.

Those who could escape from here did not exceed the number of one hand.

"The peak of Martial Dao is actually this brilliant and magnificent. If these two joined forces, I fear that overturning mountains and rivers would be a common occurrence," an expert sighed at length.

"I have also had the fortune to see those of the Land Immortal class; although they are also unfathomable, the pressure they bring compared to these two is not worth mentioning."

"I am actually looking forward to seeing if these two kill their way to the heavens together; I wonder if those Gods who treat all living beings as chess pieces will be scared out of their wits."

On Guniu Dagang, a group of sect experts who usually did not show their emotions were discussing animatedly, making no effort to hide their shock and surprise.

Sui Xiegu narrowed his eyes; as one of the few top experts who could barely capture the figures of the two, the shock in his heart was by no means less than anyone else's.

"With the combat power these two have now, I fear they could even rival Lv Zu. Especially Mountain Master Murong; to be so young and have such divine abilities and means, what will he be like in the future?"

"Heh, they all say that martial arts experts are not worth mentioning in front of organized armies; the Sword Emperor of Western Shu was trampled into meat paste by eight hundred cavalry, and the Wu Family Nine Swords broke ten thousand cavalry, yet also suffered heavy losses. But if these two were to charge and break through enemy lines in an army, I fear one person would be a match for ten thousand, a match for ten million..."

Boom!

Space shook violently.

Yu Liancheng once again exchanged a blow with Wang Xianzhi.

Murong Wudi understood in his heart that this man surnamed Wang was worthy of being a figure who could suppress the Edo for sixty years; his talent was exceptional, and in less than a short year, he had actually managed to use his divine sense to this extent.

In this world, although there are many mysterious means, the application of divine sense, heart power, and other mental powers is inferior, crude, and shallow, even remaining outside the threshold.

And in Yu Liancheng's view, although the human body is powerful when developed to the extreme, only the mind is infinite and can transcend all things.

When Yu Liancheng and Wang Xianzhi fought initially, he used almost no divine sense.

Otherwise, his "Glance of Terror" alone would have been enough to make Wang Xianzhi suffer greatly.

After all, for experts of their level, any moment of distraction could lead to thousands of attacks from an opponent, deciding the outcome.

And after the battle in the East Sea, Wang Xianzhi also vaguely sensed the importance of the mind.

In his exchanges and discussions with Gao Shulu, he finally caused a brilliant flower to bloom in his mind. At least he could resist Yu Liancheng's pervasive divine sense and would not be easily affected. And now, the two's battle is a comprehensive confrontation of spirit and flesh.

Boom!

The two exchanged another blow, their figures crossing.

"Old Wang, come and take a look at this move of mine."

Yu Liancheng lowered his eyes and pressed his palms together. His expression was solemn. A grand aura rose around him, and the Qi behind him boiled; amidst a thunderous roar, a Buddha statue several hundred zhang tall rose from the ground.

Yu Liancheng turned his hand.

The Buddha statue also turned its hand.

Rumble!

A palm, vast and boundless, suppressed toward Wang Xianzhi.

— Tathagata Palm.

One of his signature skills.

It not only possesses powerful destructive and suppressing force, but is also a combination of heart and strength.

With one palm struck, it makes people feel as if they have met a true Buddha, invisibly shaking their minds, causing them to lose their will to fight, and even to kowtow in worship.

Come, Wang Xianzhi, let me see exactly how much you have improved.

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PS: Begging for monthly votes, still short two hundred and seventy-five votes.