Chapter 511: One Person, One Wulin

"Then today, Murong Tonghuang invites the world's experts to fight together; one person defeats... all living beings. Who dares to fight?"

Yu Liancheng's voice was like the roar of a dragon or a tiger, resounding for a hundred miles, and carried an air of looking down upon the world. On the way to Huishan, he had changed his clothes, still wearing black that fluttered in the wind. Combined with his handsome features and otherworldly temperament, he was like an ancient evil god, full of strange and captivating charm.

The experts on Guniu Dagang frowned one after another, yet none dared to speak; it was silent as the grave.

At the foot of Huishan in Xiangfan, the thousands of martial artists were like a pot of boiling oil splashed with cold water, instantly exploding into a deafening uproar.

Although you are Murong Tonghuang, fighting the entire Wulin alone is a bit too arrogant.

If not for the array named 'Mountain Burden' at the foot of the mountain, I fear this group of martial experts would have already charged up regardless of everything.

Whether they could win was another matter, but being able to cross swords with the world's number one, Murong Tonghuang—as long as one didn't die—was something one could brag about for a lifetime.

However, the experts on Guniu Dagang remained unmoved, focusing their minds and calming their breath.

Regardless of whether this Murong Tonghuang could fight all the world's experts alone, everyone knew that the first person to strike would undoubtedly be defeated, and might even be targeted by this Murong Wudi.

Swish!

Just at this moment, a faint sound of wind being broken arrived.

A black shadow, like a ghost born in the darkness, with a graceful figure like a flying celestial in a mural, full of mysterious, demonic, and illusory qualities, pounced toward Yu Liancheng.

Yu Liancheng reached out casually and grabbed a slender wrist.

Raising his eyes to look, it was Xuanyuan Qingfeng, wrapped in black.

"Little Qingfeng, I didn't expect the first person to strike would be you." Yu Liancheng raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised.

"Because I also want to sit in the position of Alliance Leader."

Xuanyuan Qingfeng smiled with infinite tenderness, but the next moment her brows were filled with killing intent and malice.

Her jet-black, waterfall-like hair rose up, and the air for dozens of zhang around was instantly swept away. Even more terrifying was that the entire space had a sense of disorder, as if it were collapsing and tilting inch by inch.

"Xuanyuan Qingfeng requests to fight Murong Wudi."

Xuanyuan Qingfeng gave a clear shout that resounded throughout Huishan, formally challenging this number one person in the world.

The fair wrist held by Yu Liancheng suddenly twisted, sliding out like a fish. Two cold lights flew from her ink-black sleeves, slashing toward Yu Liancheng without a sound.

Yu Liancheng brought two fingers together and clamped down on the incoming hidden weapons. With a flick of his sleeve, he blocked Xuanyuan Qingfeng's attack: "Little Qingfeng, you are currently only at the Finger Profound stage. Not to mention anything else, just in terms of realm, you are a level behind."

"Young Master, haven't you said that fighting is only divided into whether one can win or not? If we only talk about realm, you have already slaughtered several Land Immortals." Xuanyuan Qingfeng giggled, her Heavenly Demon Force Field fully opened. The formless and intangible force, like a tsunami in a storm, surged out in waves, drowning Murong Tonghuang.

"Well said, but it's a pity you can't win, and you're going to get beaten."

Yu Liancheng pointed his fingers like a sword and tapped out.

The aura was ethereal and unpredictable, like clouds drifting in a high sky.

Under this strike, the Heavenly Demon Force Field was like a torrent split by sword qi, venting toward both sides.

The next moment, the faint and vast finger force tapped on Xuanyuan Qingfeng's chest, instantly turning her face pale as she flew backward.

"But I must say, Little Qingfeng is truly a heroine among women. It is laughable that the men of this world have less heroic spirit than this woman." Yu Liancheng withdrew his finger and looked around, a mocking smile on his lips.

The heroes of the world were silent.

Xuanyuan Qingfeng was the head steward of Huishan, managing Huishan like a Wulin Holy Land, and had quite a reputation in the Edo. After becoming the Hui Mountain Order Envoy, she became a figure of great renown in the world. Her strength was formidable, and she was a strong contender for the next Martial Evaluation.

Yet, with just a casual tap, she was defeated by Murong Tonghuang.

Sure enough, the world's experts were still a long way off from the two monsters, Murong Tonghuang and Wang Xianzhi.

"Liu Songtao comes to seek instruction from Murong Wudi."

Just at this moment, the Great Demon of Zhulu Mountain from a hundred years ago, Liu Songtao, took a step forward.

For some reason, seeing that woman in black get hurt, he always felt a blockage in his heart.

Liu Songtao pressed his palms together, his eyes lowered like an ordinary monk, yet his expression was carefree as he muttered to himself: "Hiding on Lantuo Mountain, I managed to survive; all the wishes of the mortal world have been fulfilled. Finally, let Liu Songtao offer a stick of incense for the Fotu world."

Boom!

Boom-boom-boom!

In an instant, one Bodhisattva Faxiang after another fell from the clouds with a roar, standing between Murong Tonghuang and Liu Songtao.

Although these Bodhisattvas were not as shocking as the previous thousand-zhang-tall Tathagata Faxiang, each one had flowing robes and looked lifelike.

And it was not just one, but Faxiang kept descending, from far to near, continuous and intensifying. In an instant, they filled the entire Guniu Dagang, turning Guniu Dagang into an Ullambana Festival, a Fotu Dao Field.

It was as if, as long as Liu Songtao was willing, these Faxiang would be as endless as the sands of the Ganges.

The Bodhisattva Faxiang were of varying heights, among which four were the most tall and solemn, guarding the four directions.

They were the Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva who removes the suffering of all living beings, the Manjushri Bodhisattva who is free and pure and benefits the world, the Samantabhadra Bodhisattva of the heart of non-regression, and the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva who made the great vow to save all living beings before becoming a Fotu.

"Interesting, but only just interesting."

Yu Liancheng smiled slightly.

Behind him, his energy boiled, and in the blink of an eye, a great Fotu over ten zhang tall appeared, golden light shining, illuminating the great thousand worlds. One finger pointed to the sky, one finger pointed to the earth, filling the space between heaven and earth. In heaven and on earth, I alone am honored.

"Na, Mo, A, Mi, Tuo, Fo."

The grand Sanskrit sound rose from those thick lips, turning into a formless ripple that spread in all directions.

One Faxiang after another was swept by the ripples; apart from the four great Bodhisattvas, the remaining Faxiang quickly showed signs of defeat, tottering, and soon collapsed and were Broken.

And the four great Bodhisattvas also became dim, deeply affected.

Liu Songtao frowned, his hands constantly forming seals.

The four great Bodhisattvas revealed expressions of wrath, their energies connecting to form an Array, surrounding Yu Liancheng and that great Fotu.

Yu Liancheng suddenly flipped his palms, the grand Sanskrit sound incessant, and heaven and earth began to shake.

The third form of the Tathagata Palm, Fodong Shanhe.

An old man with white eyebrows and one arm put down a lamb leg, wiping his greasy fingers on his clothes.

"Hey, old man, are you going to strike too?" Wen Hua asked hurriedly.

The one-armed old man didn't even look at him, opened his mouth, and spat out clusters of Sword Qi. The Sword Qi condensed into shape, turning into a sword of Sword Qi.

"Sui Xiegu comes to fight Murong Wudi."

A clear shout rang out.

The sword of Sword Qi flew out to pierce, the Sword Qi like a long river.

……

At the foot of Huishan, the martial artists who could not see the excitement on Guniu Dagang whispered to one another, feeling as restless as if their hearts were being clawed by a hundred talons.

"Tell me, who is Sui Xiegu? How come I've never heard of him?"

"I don't know."

"There are so many experts in this world, how could one possibly know them all?"

"But since he could obtain the Great Snow Order and dares to cross swords with Murong Wudi, he must have some real skills."

The crowd discussed it heatedly; whether it was Xuanyuan Qingfeng who struck first or Liu Songtao who struck second, both were figures of great fame in the pugilistic world.

Yet this Sui Xiegu was someone they had never heard of.

"I know the old man; he is very formidable."

An old man squeezed into the crowd, his peripheral vision constantly drifting toward the voluptuous charms of the swordswomen.

Whenever those swordswomen noticed, he would shift his gaze away in advance, and with his harmless, innocent-looking face, no swordswoman came to trouble him.

Hearing the crowd discuss Sui Xiegu, the old man puffed out his chest and grinned, revealing the sight of his missing front teeth.

The crowd looked toward the gap-toothed old man and asked curiously, "Oh, in what way is this Sui Xiegu formidable?"

"He, he likes to eat swords, to eat the famous swords of the world. He also has three disciples: one is the Sword Emperor of Western Shu from the Spring and Autumn period, one is Wen Hua who stole the spotlight in Taian City, and there is another..." The gap-toothed old man was not good with words and spoke a few dry, sparse sentences.

The crowd became interested and asked, "Who is the third disciple?"

The gap-toothed old man lowered his head and chuckled, revealing a bashfulness like a young maiden: "That would be me."

The crowd was stunned, their faces full of surprise and suspicion.

So this old man is actually a disciple of that expert on the mountain, but he doesn't have the aura of an expert at all; could he be out here trying to swindle people?

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the gap-toothed old man carried his box on his back and darted toward Guniu Dagang, surprisingly unaffected by the "Mountain-Bearing" formation.

He also possessed a Great Snow Order.

"Disciple of Sui Xiegu, Huang Zhentu requests a battle with Murong Wudi."

A clear shout resonated through the heavens and earth.

Immediately, the yellow cloth on his back tore open, revealing a heavy sword box. The sword box unsheathed, and several famous swords of the current age flew out, Sword Qi shooting in all directions.

……

Above the Shejiang.

The monk in white looked at the dense crowd at the foot of Huishan, turned his head, and said to the woman of ordinary appearance: "There seem to be quite a lot of people. Follow behind me later, and don't get lost."

The woman, who shed powder every time she spoke, said: "Just go up yourself; come back to pick us up to watch the excitement after you're done fighting. Everyone says Murong Tonghuang is the most handsome man in the world; I really want to see what he looks like and what rouge and powder he uses."

"Xu Fengnian, Wen Hua, and Old Huang are all up there. Dad, hurry up and finish fighting, don't delay our reunion. Also, remember to look after them a bit; don't let them end up with broken hands or feet while fighting. And Dad, you need to put on a good show; with so many experts on Guniu Mountain, don't lose face for our Liangchan Temple." The little girl called 'Dongxi' chattered away, her lips much more nimble than her mother's.

"Got it, got it." The monk in white nodded helplessly and glanced at his little disciple to see if he had anything to say.

"Master, be careful and don't get hurt," the little monk said earnestly.

The monk in white felt gratified: "It's still the disciple who knows how to care for people."

The little monk said with a serious face: "If you get hurt, I'll have to wash your clothes from now on."

The corner of the monk in white's mouth twitched; fine, let's just pretend he never said that previous sentence.

The monk looked toward Huishan again, faintly catching sight of that black figure, the heroic and romantic spirit of fighting the world's experts alone, and he was rarely stirred to a hint of fighting intent.

"Li Dangxin of Liangchan Temple visits Huishan, requesting a battle with Murong Wudi."

Boom!

A massive amount of Qi was released.

Inches of Jinguang bloomed on his tall and sturdy body, as if a Fotu had descended into the world.

In the world's Vajra Realm, only I, Li Dangxin, possess this flair.

……

On a low hill, a desolate scholar in green robes looked out toward Guniu Dagang.

Beside him was a stunning woman, whose appearance was not inferior to Xuanyuan Qingfeng.

"One person, one martial arts world; this is true invincibility," the scholar in green robes praised.

"Uncle Qizhao, do you want to make a move?" Jiang Si fluttered her long, thick eyelashes.

Cao Zhangqing smiled slightly without answering, instead saying softly: "Princess, do you want to get a little closer to join in the excitement?"

Jiang Si bit her lip with her pearly teeth, her beautiful eyes gazing into the distance, and she faintly saw a fellow wearing a Beiliang Saber at his waist, then nodded gently.

"Haha, then let's go for a trip and see the true flair of this pugilistic world." Cao Zhangqing laughed heartily, flicked his sleeves, and a gust of clear Qi wrapped around the two of them, riding the wind toward Guniu Dagang.

"Cao Zhangqing visits Huishan, requesting a battle with Murong Wudi."

Jiang Si's beautiful eyes flashed, and she chanted: "Jiang Si requests a battle with Murong Wudi."

……

"I saw long ago that this kid Murong wasn't simple, but I didn't expect him to be invincible to this extent. Defeating Wang Laoguai is one thing, but to fight an entire martial arts world alone."

In a peach blossom forest, there was a middle-aged man and an old man with one arm.

The old man was wearing a sheepskin coat, had one arm, a hunched back, and disheveled hair, and was currently picking his nose with his hand, showing no signs of being an expert at all. The person who just spoke was him.

The middle-aged man had an ordinary appearance, held a Peach Blossom Branch in his hand, rotated it gently, and wore a smile: "Senior Li, back then you were also one person, one martial arts world. But I see that no matter how prominent you were back then, you couldn't compare to this Murong Wudi."

These two were the two current Sword Gods.

Li Chungang, Deng Taie.

The old man in the sheepskin coat rolled his eyes: "Throughout history, there has only been one monster like Murong Tonghuang. I have self-awareness; I can't compare, I can't compare."

Deng Taie chuckled and said: "Is Senior Li planning to make a move?"

"This brat wants to trample all the experts under heaven beneath his feet to achieve his own reputation alone. Heh, of course I shall fulfill his wish." Li Chungang took a step forward, his brows raised, possessing the air of 'if not me, then who' in this vast world: "But if you want to trample over me, you must bring out the skill to do so."

This was likely the final battle of Li Chungang in the pugilistic world, and many images flashed through his mind for no reason.

First stepping into the pugilistic world, riding a sword across the great river in Guangling. Defeating Wu Wei of the Sword Sect at Dongyue Sword Pool. Entering the Wu Family Sword Tomb to defeat the Wu Family Sword Chief, taking away the famous sword Wooden Ox and Horse. Forcing a sword-immortal-like woman who walked the pugilistic world barefoot in the South Sea back to her sect with a single finger... Image after image flashed by, finally freezing upon a green robe.

The one who once used a sword to Open Heaven Gate was Li Chungang.

The Sword Jia of the Spring and Autumn Thirteen Jia was Li Chungang.

The one who was one man, one sword, and one pugilistic world was Li Chungang.

The one whose Wooden Ox and Horse was broken was Li Chungang.

The one who mistakenly killed Fengdu Green Robe was Li Chungang.

The one who trapped himself in Tingchao Pavilion for twenty years was also Li Chungang.

Like a wild goose flying into a mud swamp, Li Chungang remained that same Li Chungang.

If Heaven had not birthed me, Li Chungang, the Sword Dao of the ages would be like a long night.

This pugilistic world, I, Li Chungang, have been here. Xiaoqing Robe, just watch how I fight today.

Li Chungang laughed heartily and shouted heroically: "Sword, come."

Longhu Mountain, which had dodged Wang Xianzhi's "Mountain Comes," did not dodge Li Chungang's "Sword, come."

A thousand peach wood swords of the Longhu Mountain Daoists all left their sheaths, flying majestically toward Guniu Dagang, blotting out the sky and covering the sun.

"Li Chungang borrows the full mountain of peach wood swords from Longhu Mountain to fight you, Murong Tonghuang."

"Senior Li's style remains as it was," Peach Blossom Sword God Deng Taie sighed as he watched Li Chungang depart.

"Little Taie, such a grand event in the martial arts world, why not go join in the fun?" A voice that was aged but full of vigor rang out, and an old man paced as if in a peach blossom forest.

In this world, there is perhaps only one person who can call Deng Taie that.

Perhaps there is only one.

The contemporary head of the Wu Family Sword Tomb, Wu Jian.

Deng Taie kept a straight face and was unwilling to speak.

The old man walked smilingly to the side of the Peach Blossom Sword God and said kindly: "Being born in different ancestral halls, it is indeed our Wu Family that wronged you first. You left home and swore never to share a burial mountain; do you really intend to go through with it?"

Deng Taie sneered: "What, does the dignified Wu Family Sword Tomb still need an outsider like me to save face?"

The old man smiled and said: "If you are willing, you are most welcome."

Deng Taie, who had always had a good temper and had almost never given anyone a cold face, nearly cursed, but fortunately, he swallowed it back down.

"The Wu Family wronged you, but that sword did not wrong you." The old man pointed to the sword box placed to the side; the sword box was trembling incessantly, as if weeping and complaining.

"For over thirty years, that sword has flown away from Sword Mountain on its own three times. The first time was when you left the Wu Family; you forced it to stay because you did not want to owe the Wu Family any favors and would not take the Wu Family's sword. The second time was when you ascended Wudi City in the East Sea to challenge Wang Xianzhi. The third time was when you fought to the death with Tuoba Pusa. Since ancient times, all great inherited treasures have spirits; to be as pitiful as the Tai'a Jian, rejected time and time again, is rare indeed."

Deng Taie sighed heavily.

"For a swordsman, the importance of a sword need not be belabored. If you want to fight Murong Tonghuang, only this sword can allow you to unleash your full strength."

The old man set aside his joking tone and said in a deep voice: "Furthermore, this sword was meant to be yours. Back then, your ancestor, Deng Taie, was one of the Wu Family members who broke the ten thousand cavalry of Northern Mang, and the one who used the Tai'a Jian was the very person leading the sword formation."

Deng Taie's thoughts surged, and he was silent for a long while: "After this battle, I will go to Northern Mang to kill ten thousand armored cavalry."

He flicked his sleeve.

A sword broke out of the box, transforming into a white rainbow as it arrived.

Deng Taie held the Tai'a Jian.

Sword Qi filled the human world.

"Deng Taie has come as promised."

On this day.

There was one person on Guniu Dagang.

There was a pugilistic world on Guniu Dagang.

One person fighting a whole pugilistic world alone.