Chapter 510: The World's Second vs. The World's First

A great Buddha rose from the ground.

It grew continuously, and in an instant, it was already hundreds, then thousands of feet tall.

The great Buddha was impossibly high, filling the entire field of vision.

That vast, solemn, and grand aura spread for a radius of a hundred miles, causing all living things to feel a sense of oppression.

Compared to this great Buddha, even Huishan seemed a head shorter. As for the seemingly burly old man Wang, at this moment, he was like an ant.

Yu Liancheng raised his hand; the Buddha's posture and expression were identical to Yu Liancheng's. With a flip of his palm, the Buddha's hand covered the sky and earth, like a dark cloud descending from the sky, shrouding the great thousand worlds.

At the same time, Heavenly Flowers Falling in Disorder, golden lotuses sprang from the ground, and waves of Sanskrit sounds drifted out from the void, filled with the profound rhythm of Great Perfection and Great Zhihui, making it difficult for anyone who heard it to maintain any will to fight, involuntarily immersing themselves in the perfect wisdom as if they were in a boundless paradise.

Clang, clang... The martial arts heroes at the foot of the mountain had their spirits impacted, their weapons falling to the ground as they stared blankly at this great Buddha. There were even Buddhist believers with tear-filled eyes, kowtowing in worship. Having kowtowed to clay statues thousands of times, today they were fortunate enough to see the true Buddha.

Let alone them, even the top experts on Guniu Dagang now revealed expressions of piety, their will to fight completely extinguished.

And since they were already like this, one could imagine the pressure Wang Xianzhi, who was facing this palm head-on, was under.

"Wife, daughter, look quickly, there is a Buddha."

At the foot of the mountain, on a small boat, a monk in white walked out of the cabin. Feeling the Jinguang shining down, he looked up at the golden Buddha, his face showing surprise.

"What is there to look at with the Buddha? Daughter, how is mother's makeup? This is a martial arts grand gathering, we cannot lose face." In the cabin, a lady was applying powder to her face.

Because the price was cheap, the woman used it without sparing any, applying a thick layer to her face; every time she spoke, powder fell off, yet she was completely unaware.

"It's pretty, it's pretty, mother looks the best."

The young girl beside her was drawing her eyebrows and replied without raising her head, perfunctory to the extreme.

"Really? Then it's done." The woman was delighted, taking it as the truth.

Seeing that the mother and daughter were ignoring him, the monk in white sighed: "Disciple, come out and see the Buddha."

"Master, the scriptures I was told to copy aren't finished yet, you look yourself." A voice came from the stern of the boat.

"One by one, the Buddha is not easily seen; if you miss this village, you won't find this shop."

The monk in white shook his head and sighed.

However, judging by his tone, he had not the slightest bit of awe for the Buddha.

It was as if he were seeing a street performer and calling his wife and daughter out to watch the excitement.

"Buddhist martial arts can actually be displayed to this extent?! If the Beiliang monks had this means, I fear the Beiliang Female Emperor would be too busy trying to win them over to dare to exterminate Buddhism." On a low hill, a middle-aged man with a scholarly air looked up at the massive Buddha statue.

The middle-aged scholar pinched his fingers to calculate: "Thousands of contemporary martial arts experts, Liu Songtao from a hundred years ago, Gao Shulu from four hundred years ago, Luoyang from eight hundred years ago. This Murong Tonghuang is playing a big game, wanting to string together the Luck of the past eight hundred years and pocket it all."

"Hehe, you really did come."

Just at this moment, a cold sneer sounded from behind the middle-aged scholar. The tone was icy, filled with killing intent. As this sentence fell, the world was also instantly shrouded in an aura of slaughter.

The middle-aged scholar's body stiffened, and he slowly turned around to see Nangong Pushe, who wore Double Blades at her waist and whose gender was indistinguishable.

He smiled warmly: "Good daughter, you have come."

"I have come." Nangong Pushe slowly drew the Xiudong Saber, the blade light cold, reflecting a pair of even colder Peach Blossom eyes: "I have come to send you on your way, Xie Guanying."

Xie Guanying, from the Xie Family, the first great noble clan to be overturned during the Spring and Autumn period.

This man was peerless in both civil and military affairs, and once composed the Martial Evaluation, the General-Minister Evaluation, and the Rouge List with Li Yishan of Beiliang across the river.

As the Beiliang iron cavalry continued to move south, this Xie Guanying, who was regarded as the pillar of the Xie Family, suddenly disappeared, which indirectly caused the destruction of the Xie Family.

And so came the poem widely circulated in later generations.

— The swallows that once nested in the halls of the Wang and Xie families, now fly into the homes of ordinary people.

"Pushe, we are father and daughter, blood is thicker than water; do you really have the heart to strike?" Xie Guanying stood with his hands behind his back, a smile on his face.

"Hehe, I only want to hack you into ten thousand pieces." Nangong Pushe smiled without mirth, her tone icy: "When you abandoned your wife and daughter for the sake of Luck and your so-called ambitions, you should have thought of today."

Swish!

As the words fell, a bright blade light flashed. Nangong Pushe's body rose gracefully like willow catkins drifting, a hissing sound erupted, and carrying an indomitable momentum, she slashed out a magnificent strike.

A ten-foot-long blade mark immediately appeared on the ground, soil flew, and blade Qi raged.

Yet Xie Guanying, who had been hit head-on by the blade light, shattered like a reflection in water or a flower in a mirror, his voice coming from afar, ethereal and drifting.

"Good daughter, your blade technique is not bad, it's just that your aim is a bit off."

"Hmph!" Nangong Pushe let out a cold snort, her slender arm waving to draw a streak of blade light, and she leaped out, her person already merging into the blade light as she chased after him.

The Buddha's palm pressed down from the horizon, and the Sanskrit sounds sang out.

Wang Xianzhi's spirit wavered, and he was indeed affected, his will to fight instantly dissipating by half.

He bit his tongue fiercely, and that brilliant flower of the mind emitted a glowing radiance, scattering the Sanskrit sounds that were like Heavenly Flowers Falling in Disorder and mercury pouring to the ground. His face was once again filled with the will to fight, and he threw out another punch, striking from below, colliding like an ant against the palm of that great Buddha.

Boom!

Fist and palm roared.

The world trembled, and the space suddenly shook, as if it might shatter at any moment.

How could the punch Wang Xianzhi threw in his haste, while affected by the Sanskrit sounds, compare to Yu Liancheng's Tathagata Palm?

After a moment of stalemate, Wang Xianzhi plummeted rapidly from the sky.

And that palm continued to press downward; although its speed and power were weakened by Wang Xianzhi's block, the vast, surging force, like a celestial river pouring down, remained terrifying to the extreme.

Boom!

With a loud crash, the Buddha's palm pressed heavily onto the ground, and the earth shook.

Beneath the Buddha's palm, the ground collapsed in layers, and a giant palm print appeared.

The ground around the Buddha's palm exploded, waves of earth and groundwater surged out, slapping the sky, the momentum shocking to the extreme.

As for Wang Xianzhi.

Under the pressure of the giant palm, he was driven directly into the thick strata of the earth.

"Good palm technique."

A moment later, the phantom of the Buddha gradually dissipated, the ground exploded with a boom, and that burly fellow appeared once again.

He looked up at Yu Liancheng, who was standing in the void, and let out a sharp shout; the sound waves exploded, whipping up wild, surging gales across the four corners of the world, as if he were squeezing out every inch of potential within his frame to contend with this unprecedentedly formidable enemy, Yu Liancheng.

And following this sharp shout, the silver hair flying all over Wang Laoguai's head instantly turned a dark, cyan color; the burly old man now looked like a man in the prime of his life.

And the next moment, Wang Xianzhi launched another bombardment at Yu Liancheng.

Only this time, everyone could see Wang Xianzhi's figure.

As Wang Xianzhi darted out, he left behind a trail of afterimages in the void; his posture was slightly different each time, yet they completely displayed the rushing-thunder momentum of Wang Laoguai's thousand-fold charge.

In the blink of an eye, Wang Xianzhi appeared before Yu Liancheng and threw out his fists abruptly; the fist momentum was overbearing and fierce, the wind of his fists whistling and swirling.

Facing Wang Xianzhi's overbearing and peerless fists, Yu Liancheng smiled slightly and spread his arms, as if he were a Qingniao flapping its wings to fly; clear and resonant bird calls rang out across the sky, as if transforming this place of slaughter and warfare into a recluse's sanctuary, causing one's fighting spirit to vanish instantly.

The earth-shattering collision finally arrived.

Bang, bang, bang, bang!

In an instant, Wang Xianzhi's fists and Yu Liancheng's hands clashed together; the force of the impact exploded across the sky like peals of thunder bursting out of thin air, and the air waves surged in all directions like a tide, turning into wild winds and giant waves.

Yet at the center where the two fought, it suddenly became quiet, for they had actually pushed all the air away, forming a vacuum zone.

Wang Xianzhi's fist technique grew increasingly fierce, and the sky was filled with his afterimages, which appeared and vanished in sequence.

Never mind ordinary martial artists, even the crowd of experts on Guniu Dagang felt their scalps tingle, only feeling that this old fellow Wang was truly formidable; if one were to speak of the vigor of physical body and Qi and Blood, perhaps only Murong Tonghuang could suppress him.

Wang Xianzhi's high disciple, the female fist technique Grandmaster Lin Ya, was not far away.

She saw with her own eyes one "Wang Xianzhi" after another emerge and vanish; observing carefully, her own Qi flow was actually growing slowly, benefiting greatly, and she took a step further in her Martial Dao.

—Wang Xianzhi's afterimages were, shockingly, the most brilliant fist manual in the world.

This fist manual was even more brilliant and profound than what Wang Xianzhi usually taught her.

Of course, it was not because the old fellow Wang was keeping secrets, but because this fist technique was something he had realized during this period of seclusion. Every punch and kick was a move where heart and strength were unified.

With a single punch thrown, not only would the physical body be shaken, but the soul would also suffer heavy damage.

As for Yu Liancheng, his hands were becoming faster and faster, yet it was no longer just clear bird calls filling the sky; instead, one hand transformed into a bird and the other into a fish, creating ripples in the void, complex in their changes, and the power was likewise astonishing.

Suddenly, Yu Liancheng's eyes flickered, and he waved his hands, his robes like clouds hanging from the sky. The fish and bird combined, transforming into a Kunpeng flapping its wings into the nine heavens, cutting through the clouds and carrying the blue sky, flashing with wind and thunder.

With a single strike, even Wang Xianzhi felt his heart tremble.

Bang!

After a strike of "Carefree Wandering," the Qi flow exploded, and Wang Xianzhi was finally repelled, pushed back three hundred zhang.

Wherever he passed, hurricanes rose suddenly, sand flew and stones rolled, and the ground cracked layer by layer, plowing a deep gully into the earth. The flowers, grass, and trees along the way were all shattered, and a small hill was even knocked down by him.

"Good! Good! Worthy of being the opponent I have long looked forward to."

A trace of blood spilled from the corner of Wang Xianzhi's mouth, and a strand of dark hair turned white, yet he did not care at all, only looking at Yu Liancheng with burning eyes: "Come, let me see how brilliant your flower of the heart is."

"As you wish."

Yu Liancheng chuckled.

Those deep eyes suddenly met Wang Xianzhi's, and seven-colored light seemed to surge within them.

Boom!

In an instant, Wang Xianzhi's head felt as if it had been struck by a bolt of lightning; all his thoughts were shattered, leaving a blank void.

But he was also prepared, and he reacted in an instant.

Just as his mind regained clarity, countless intense emotions emerged, making his whole person like a long-dormant volcano, ready to erupt with the most surging emotions at any moment.

Various emotions tugged at the Qi flow within his body, rampaging and ready to burst forth, giving him the feeling that he was about to vomit blood. If this continued for long, he would inevitably suffer a deviation in his cultivation.

At the same time, a slender black figure appeared before him, grinning, and pressed down with a palm; it looked light and soft, yet it gave Wang Xianzhi a fatal feeling. If this palm were to land on him, today's battle would be settled.

Wang Xianzhi forcibly suppressed the emotions within his body, mobilized his Qi flow, and likewise threw out a punch.

Bang!

Wang Xianzhi retreated another three hundred zhang, and more dark hair turned white.

He coughed violently; Yu Liancheng's palm carried a soft, insidious, and corrosive power, and in an instant, his skin and flesh were dissolved, revealing ghastly white bones. But after a few breaths, the flesh and blood quickly recovered, yet his Qi flow had weakened by two points.

"Truly Wang Xianzhi, he did not disappoint me."

Yu Liancheng's tone carried a sense of approval.

Among today's experts, perhaps only this old fellow could recover quickly after a glance of the "startling emotion."

If it were someone of the caliber of Li Chungang or Cao Zhangqing, they might very well be deeply trapped within it. Although they were both great, dashing figures, they also had their own limitations.

Although Deng Taie, who rides a donkey to view the mountains and rivers, might be able to neutralize it.

But he is too fixated on matters of his childhood, so it is hard to say.

Only this Wang Xianzhi, who has been invincible in the world for sixty years and is without attachments, could manage it.

"There is indeed a gap; if we keep fighting like this, I will surely lose."

Wang Xianzhi sighed, then looked at Yu Liancheng and smiled: "Murong Wudi, do you remember that I have a move called 'Mountain Moving'?"

"Naturally, I remember." Yu Liancheng nodded.

"The last time, I used 'Mountain Moving' to decide the outcome, and this time it is the same. However, the mountain I use this time is not the same as the last one." The World's Second, Wang Xianzhi, chuckled: "Li Chungang has a phrase, 'Sword Comes,' which is very overbearing; today, I also have a phrase."

"Mountain Comes!"

Hum, hum, hum!

The world began to tremble, and mud, sand, and rubble were thrown into the sky.

At the foot of Huishan, on Guniu Dagang... one martial artist after another suddenly discovered that the weapons in their hands were disobedient and wanted to fly out of their grasp.

Finally, someone could no longer hold onto their weapon, and it flew toward Wang Xianzhi.

More and more weapons flew out, one after another, in a mighty, surging torrent, like a galaxy.

Amidst the exclamations of countless experts, everyone saw Wang Xianzhi's "mountain," a "mountain of weapons."

Although this mountain was not as tall as the one brought over during the battle at the East Sea, it was gleaming with cold light, a sharp aura piercing the long sky, scattering the layered clouds, as if it could tear the firmament apart and cleave heaven and earth asunder.

"Wang Xianzhi borrows the weapons of the world to fight you, Murong Wudi." Wang Xianzhi stood atop the Sword Mountain, his voice reverberating from afar.

The experts on Daxueping were already shocked, and the martial artists at the foot of Huishan were even more excited beyond measure.

Especially those martial artists who had missed the battle at the East Sea; they felt this was the greatest gratification of their lives. To be able to witness this battle destined to be recorded in history, it would be worth it even if they died right now.

No!

At least they had to see who won and who lost between these two before dying.

"Make your move... no, bring out the mountain."

Yu Liancheng made a gesture of invitation.

"Be careful." Wang Xianzhi took a deep breath and steered the "mountain of weapons" to suppress Murong Tonghuang.

Instantly, the long sky shook and exploded, and an incomparably sharp aura surged over, covering the sky and earth.

Before the "mountain" had even arrived, the invisible gale had already slashed down like ten thousand blade lights; the ground shattered instantly, riddled with holes. Yet Yu Liancheng remained as steady as the earth, his expression only growing more solemn.

Boom!

The "mountain of weapons" finally crushed down.

Yu Liancheng spread his arms wide, like an ancient God or Demon, as if to hold up the firmament, resisting the mountain with all his might.

From the moment he made contact with the mountain of weapons, Yu Liancheng felt an unimaginably massive pressure assault him.

What he was carrying was not just weapons.

It was a Edo.

It was the weight of the contemporary Edo's Luck.

Eighty to ninety percent of the world's Edo Luck was condensed within this mountain of weapons.

It crushed his flesh without mercy; in just an instant, his bones cracked and shattered, and his flesh and blood were ground into pulp.

Furthermore, strands of sharp aura unique to weapons shot out, thousands upon thousands of them firing at Yu Liancheng; even his Golden Body was soon slashed with wound after wound.

That sharp aura grew increasingly violent, even stirring up a frenzy of energy that sliced the trees and rocks within a radius of several hundred feet into powder filling the sky.

It could be said that as long as one was not an expert of the First Grade Great Vajra Realm, once caught in the battle between the two, the outcome would be no better than the trees and rocks.

Boom!

Boom-boom-boom!

Yu Liancheng had already been pressed several feet deep into the ground by the mountain of weapons. Feeling this almost unresistible weight and the pain of his bones and flesh being continuously crushed, a gratified smile curled at the corners of his mouth.

A fine Wang Xianzhi.

Only then can you be counted as my opponent.

Yu Liancheng's eyes flickered, and he suddenly let out a long breath. A powerful aura field permeated from his body, instantly enveloping the entire mountain of weapons.

Wang Xianzhi, atop the mountain of weapons, frowned.

He vaguely felt that this world was rejecting him, as if his hands and feet were bound, and even breathing seemed to have become an extremely difficult task.

And in such a state, his control over the mountain of weapons naturally weakened accordingly.

"Is this his Heavenly Phenomenon? Forming a world of his own? Heh, interesting." Wang Xianzhi chuckled, then stomped his foot fiercely. The Sword Mountain sank again, causing the world to shake: "But to defeat Wang, it is still a little lacking."

This move of forming a world of his own was indeed extraordinary, but now Wang Xianzhi and the mountain of weapons were another world; even if there was an influence, it was not significant.

"What's the rush? I haven't used my full strength yet." Yu Liancheng exhaled a long breath, and the injuries on his body healed in the blink of an eye. His hands, which were holding up the mountain of weapons, grabbed fiercely, his ten fingers digging deep into it.

Qi flowed, and his True Qi was entirely converted into the Broken Force of great destruction and devastation.

Between his ten fingers, black cracks appeared, as if space could not bear the burden and had been torn open, continuously spreading outward.

Instantly, the seamless mountain of weapons developed cracks.

Boom, boom, boom!

!

The Broken Force collided with the mountain of weapons, producing thousands of clashes in just a single breath.

Crack, crack, crack, crack!

A series of shattering sounds rang out. In the face of this terrifying Broken Force, even the mountain peak condensed from ten thousand weapons was continuously breaking apart.

Wang Xianzhi sensed something was wrong and simply cut his losses like a gecko shedding its tail, withdrawing the Luck and True Qi condensed in the lower half of the mountain of weapons and concentrating them on the upper half.

Consequently, the weapons shattered and fell like rain.

"Mother of mine, that blade was something I saved up for over half a year to buy. This old scoundrel Wang Xianzhi is not playing fair... mmmph."

At the foot of Huishan, a young wandering knight felt great heartache. Before he could curse Wang Xianzhi as an old scoundrel, his companion covered his mouth.

Wang Laoguai has been invincible in the world for sixty years, and he has quite a few supporters.

This is a battle that shocks the past and present and will be recorded in history; you are just a kid ruining the mood here—you wouldn't even know what hit you if you got beaten up later.

The lower part of the mountain of weapons disintegrated, and the upper part followed closely to suppress him, covering Yu Liancheng like a black cloud, just as the Tathagata Palm had previously covered Wang Xianzhi.

Yu Liancheng let out a long roar, his fighting spirit soaring. His Qi and Blood surged toward the firmament like a pillar of blood, stirring the wind and clouds to change color.

He raised his foot and stomped on the ground; the earth shattered again, countless cracks spreading out over a hundred feet, stirring up a flurry of dust.

Yu Liancheng soared into the sky, meeting the "mountain of broken weapons" head-on.

At the same time, a vast and sharp aura was revealed on his body.

At this moment, Yu Liancheng's entire person transformed into a Divine Sword.

He was using his body as a sword and his Qi and Blood as Sword Qi, unleashing a "City-Toppling" strike that encompassed the vast mountains and rivers.

Boom!

Under the gaze of the entire Edo, the "mountain of broken weapons" and the "City-Toppling Sword" clashed.

The harsh, clanging sound of Iron striking Iron resounded through heaven and earth, and countless sparks burst forth.

Shatter! Shatter! Shatter! Under the "City-Toppling" sword strike, cracks spread once more across the mountain of broken weapons, and broken weapons fell from the sky one by one; the rain of weapons pattered down, a truly spectacular sight.

Boom!

A moment later.

The entire mountain of broken weapons was disintegrated, and fragments of weapons scattered in all directions.

And the original sky-piercing Qi and Blood had been worn down by about one-third.

Yu Liancheng used his body as a sword, and the moment the mountain of broken weapons shattered, he had already withdrawn his sword momentum.

But the Sword Qi transformed from his Qi and Blood still slashed out toward Wang Xianzhi, appearing to have the trend of splitting heaven and earth, pressing forward without hesitation.

Swish!

Wang Xianzhi was struck by this sword, his entire person instantly falling from the sky, his clothes soaked through with blood, crashing heavily onto the ground.

Yu Liancheng's figure flickered, appearing before Wang Laoguai, who had just stood up after brushing off the dust, completely indifferent to his injuries.

His brows suddenly furrowed: "That's not right, you didn't absorb Gao Shulu's physique?"

"Heh." Wang Xianzhi pulled a smile at the corner of his mouth, his face deathly pale: "Whether I, Wang Xianzhi, win or lose, that is my own business. Now it can be counted as me and half a Gao Shulu joining forces; if I were to obtain his physique, it would truly be two against one, and even if I won, it would be extremely boring."

"A boring insistence." Yu Liancheng shook his head, though in his heart he respected this Wang Laoguai three parts more. He swept a glance at the wound on his chest and said coldly: "You are already heavily injured; you could enter the Heavenly Gate to obtain immortality. If you are late..."

Wang Xianzhi smiled and did not answer. He turned around, looked toward the east, and said in a deep voice: "Jiang Fuding, continue to fight the tides for ten years."

The old man then shifted his gaze toward the north and said calmly: "Yu Xinlang, you go to the Far North Ice Plains."

"Gong Que, Lou Huang, if you are willing to stay in Wudi City, then watch over it well. If you are not willing, that is up to you. From now on, the sky is high and the earth is wide."

"Lin Ya, I have already taught you the final set of fist techniques. As for what you will train them into, that depends on yourself."

"You do not need to avenge me. Once I disperse my soul, bury my remains on the peak of Kunlun Shan."

A swordsman knelt on both knees, stuck his ancient sword beside him, tears streaming down his face, and kowtowed heavily: "Disciple Lou Huang, respectfully sends off Master."

Immediately following, several others knelt, their voices filled with sorrow: "Disciple Gong Que. Respectfully sends off Master."

"Disciple Lin Ya, respectfully sends off Master."

"Disciple Yu Xinlang, respectfully sends off Master."

"Jiang Fuding respectfully sends off City Lord Wang."

These cries of respectful send-offs, it is unknown who they touched, but a large crowd at the foot of Huishan also bowed and said: "Respectfully send off City Lord Wang."

"Respectfully send off City Lord Wang."

"Respectfully send off City Lord Wang."

Not to mention this brute's peerless cultivation comparable to Lv Zu, just the fact that he was invincible in the world for sixty years and sat in Wudi City without causing the loss of many experts was enough to deserve a respectful send-off from the martial artists of the world.

Otherwise, if this person had been even slightly more murderous, there would be no elegant Cao Zhangqing in green robes or Peach Blossom Sword God Deng Taie in the Edo. If there were just a few stragglers left, they would have been lucky.

Gao Shulu and Liu Songtao are examples.

But this brute did not even look, only turning his head to look at Yu Liancheng, smiling: "This battle was very satisfying. I, Wang, have no regrets, and Gao Shulu has no regrets either."

Yu Liancheng said slowly: "I have no regrets either."

"Since there are no regrets, I, Wang, am off."

Wang Xianzhi laughed, his soul split into three, and he departed like a rainbow.

He did not ascend, did not reincarnate, and did not linger in life, generously gifting his three parts of opportunity to the Edo.

One part sent to Beiliang, one part sent to Taian City, and one part sent back to Wudi City.

Lou Huang abandoned his long sword, walked empty-handed toward his master's fallen corpse, gently carried it on his back, and walked further and further away with his fellow disciples.

Yu Liancheng watched Lou Huang's receding figure until it was completely out of sight before withdrawing his gaze; this was a worthy opponent.

"Wang Laoguai, your soul flew off too early; there is still a grand show to watch next."

He sighed lightly, tapped his toes, and in an instant returned to the top of Guniu Dagang.

Yu Liancheng placed his hands behind his back and looked around. These experts who held significant weight in the Edo, swept by his gaze, did not dare to meet his eyes.

The previous battle was still vivid in their minds; Wang Laoguai was feared to be comparable to Lv Zu, so what about the person before them? How long would he be invincible? Sixty years? Eighty years? One hundred years?

Edo experts are closely linked to Luck, and top experts are limited in number. Before Huang Longshi introduced Luck into the Edo, even one in the Heavenly Phenomenon Realm could be invincible in a Edo.

But if this person is related to Luck, how much Luck must he have devoured?

If he dies, it is feared that one person alone could feed back half the Edo.

"Everyone has seen enough of the excitement; it is time to talk about business."

"For thousands of years, there have been countless experts who died in the Edo due to vendettas and fights. The reason, for the most part, is sectarian prejudice. If the Edo were one family, then such boring vendettas could be reduced by at least ninety percent. Therefore..."

Yu Liancheng smiled slightly: "I have invited everyone here with the intention of establishing an alliance, with all sects in the world joining it. Of course, the alliance naturally needs an Alliance Leader to take charge, who must not only be of high virtue and prestige but also possess great martial arts, otherwise, it would not be enough to suppress the heroes and command Wuling."

The expressions of the experts changed; they clearly understood the meaning in Yu Liancheng's words.

He wants to be the Martial Arts Alliance Leader.

In reality, the Central Plains Edo is not without a Martial Arts Alliance Leader.

But the Martial Arts Alliance Leader is merely a nominal leader of the martial arts world; to issue orders, one must still discuss them with the various sect leaders and cannot act arbitrarily.

But listening to Yu Liancheng's meaning, this Alliance Leader of his is to sit above everyone else.

To hold the power of life and death, to be the common master of the martial arts world.

No one is willing to have a master placed over their heads, but intimidated by the methods Yu Liancheng displayed earlier, who would dare to say no to his face?

Yu Liancheng's voice remained gentle and smiling, yet it echoed endlessly on Guniu Hill, and everyone heard it clearly.

"I feel that the position of Alliance Leader belongs to no one but me, and the people of the world all say I am Murong Wudi. But I have been thinking, what is Murong Wudi? A few days ago, I finally understood: invincibility is not just that no one can beat him; invincibility is that the entire Edo combined is no match for him alone. So..."

Yu Liancheng raised his head, a smile appearing at the corner of his mouth, his voice rising from low to high, like the nine heavens, like the roar of a dragon and the howl of a tiger, resounding for a hundred miles: "Then today, Murong Tonghuang invites the experts of the world to fight together; one man... defeats all living beings, who dares to fight?"

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