Chapter 562: Wu Wudi Attacks, A Fist of Mountain and Sea

A bright carriage slowly drove out of the town.

The carriage body was made of top-quality sandalwood, painted with exquisite carvings, and the magnificent curtains hung low, blocking the prying eyes from outside. The horse pulling the carriage was exceptionally spirited, with a sturdy build. The coachman was also an old hand; even though the road was rugged and pitted, the carriage moved very steadily. Such carriages were not uncommon in the small town, and furthermore, the characters "Wushuang" were embroidered in gold thread on the carriage curtains.

Yu Liancheng sat inside the carriage, his fingers tapping lightly on the table, making a "clack-clack" sound, yet it was very pleasant, as if it were a continuous musical movement.

Dark, black hair spread over Yu Liancheng's knees, belonging to a tiny person who was sleeping with her head on his thigh, a sweet smile still on her face.

"The people of Wushuang City have already retrieved the Ice Soul for me. The three great strange stones have all been collected, and the Great Evil King is also in hand; only the last piece of Black Cold remains. And the Black Cold is in Baijian Villa, split into two: one is the abandoned Baiwang Sword, and the other is the Peerless Good Sword that will not be forged for several more years."

"And if I want to forge a divine weapon, relying on myself alone, I fear my strength will fall short of my ambition. This Baijian Villa is a very good helper; perhaps I should visit Baijian Villa first."

"Besides Baijian Villa, there is also a group of people skilled in forging on the overseas Tie Xin Dao; perhaps I can invite them as well. However, before forging the sword, I can first go to Hailuo Gou to 'visit' the Chang Sheng Bu Si Shen, so as to prevent him from causing trouble. If his Heaven-level Maha is complete, then I will just dispose of him while I'm at it."

Yu Liancheng rubbed his chin, pondering the matters ahead.

Just then, a movement came from his thigh; it was Di Er Meng waking up slowly. She sat up with her soft body and rubbed her eyes: "Brother Yu, good morning."

"It's not early anymore." Yu Liancheng rubbed Di Er Meng's head and laughed: "I didn't expect the little girl to be such a sleeper."

Di Er Meng's little face turned red, and she rubbed the corner of her clothes with her slender fingers, defending herself: "It's because the set of blade techniques Brother Yu taught me yesterday was too powerful. After practicing it, Meng was very, very tired."

Yesterday, Yu Liancheng had taught Di Er Meng a set of blade techniques.

It was something he had created after deconstructing the "Love of the City" and adding his own martial arts.

In fact, during the Three Kingdoms period, Wushuang Furen had done something similar, drastically modifying the "Love of the City" into "Seven-Life Love," which was the martial art used by Wushuang Laolao. Its power was only one percent of the original, but it was still extremely astonishing.

But the fatal part was that "Seven-Life Love," like the "Love of the City," was filled with extremely Yang and rigid power, to the point that Laolao was usually as thin as a withered skeleton, but when she channeled her power, she would transform into a red-faced Guan Gong.

Although Yu Liancheng was also modifying the "Love of the City," his direction was different from Wushuang Furen's.

The "Love of the City" had two characteristics: first, its power—one strike could topple a city. Second, its speed—a speed that surpassed everything in time, faster than lightning, faster than light.

Wushuang Furen had preserved the power, while Yu Liancheng chose the speed.

Of all the martial arts in the world, only speed cannot be broken.

The martial art he created was a blade technique named "Instant Dream Blade," fast enough to stun the world, severing dreams in an instant. The blade technique had only three forms, all based on speed.

Yesterday, Di Er Meng had practiced the "Instant Dream Blade," consuming a great deal of physical strength, which is why she was still sleeping while they were traveling this morning, and why Yu Liancheng had carried her into the carriage to continue sleeping with her head on his leg.

In fact, Di Er Meng's sleep had been very sweet and deep these days.

In the past, when she practiced the "Seven Absolute Severances of Emotion," blade Qi and True Qi would condense in her chest, and any emotion would cause her heart to ache as if it were being twisted. And her father, Di Er Dao Huang, was a madman obsessed with the blade, making her worry at every moment. Under such circumstances, how could her sleep be good?

But now, the blade Qi of the "Seven Absolute Severances of Emotion" had been completely dissolved, and the person she was following was not the blade-obsessed Di Er Dao Huang, but the warm and gentle Yu Liancheng, who was like the morning sun and spring breeze.

Just sitting beside Yu Liancheng, she could feel a peaceful and harmonious aura filling her soul, making her feel very secure and comfortable. Her food, clothing, housing, and transportation were all arranged by others, and she was served perfectly.

In these few days, Di Er Meng had almost made up for all the sleep she had missed in the past.

And her previously cold personality had gradually thawed, restoring her lively nature, and occasionally she was even a bit mischievous.

"Come to think of it, I used to be the one resting my head on a beauty's jade legs to sleep, but these past few days, it's been someone else resting on my thigh to sleep." Yu Liancheng pinched Di Er Meng's nose bridge and laughed: "You grow up quickly; I'm going to collect on this debt."

Di Er Meng quickly straightened her posture, patted her own calves, and said with a serious little face: "Brother Yu, you lie down."

Yu Liancheng laughed dumbly: "Forget it, let's talk about it later. But don't worry, I have always been very steady when I sleep; I won't drool on anyone's legs."

"I, I didn't." Di Er Meng's little face instantly turned bright red.

Yu Liancheng rubbed the little one's cheeks and was about to say something when his expression suddenly tightened, his gaze sweeping toward the carriage curtain.

Brilliant light flickered in those deep eyes, as if he had seen, through the curtain, an existence that made him take it seriously.

"Stop the carriage."

After the order, the carriage stopped. Yu Liancheng patted Di Er Meng's head and instructed: "Just stay in the carriage; do not get out."

Although Di Er Meng did not know what had happened, she nodded with a serious little face.

Yu Liancheng stepped out of the carriage and simultaneously took out a glowing blade case.

Inside the blade case was, naturally, the Great Evil King that hated heaven and severed the earth.

And this blade case was also unusual, as it was transformed from the Divine Stone.

The Great Evil King was too conspicuous, and in order to lure that person, it could not be put into the Storage Space, so it had to be placed in the blade case transformed from the Divine Stone. As for ordinary blade cases, they would often turn into powder the moment they touched the Great Evil King.

Yu Liancheng got off the carriage, walked more than ten zhang forward, and then cast his gaze into the distance, as if waiting for something to arrive.

Boom!

Boom-boom-boom!

A moment later, a series of dull sounds came from the distance.

The sound grew closer and louder, moving at an extremely fast speed, with heavy roars that swept over in an instant like a mountain collapse or a tsunami.

The carriage driver was a martial arts expert who had joined Wushuang City not long ago; he possessed first-class strength and had quite a reputation in the Edo.

But upon hearing this rumbling sound, he could not help but feel a chill in his heart, wondering if the momentum was so astonishing that it was Xiongba leading thousands of troops to besiege City Lord Yu?

"It seems to have become a bit hotter."

Di Er Meng lifted a corner of the carriage curtain and poked her little head out to look. Her mind was delicate, and she faintly sensed that the temperature seemed to have risen.

Just as the coachman was on full alert and Di Er Meng was still confused and curious, an astonishing scene appeared before them. They saw a ball of raging fire flying toward them at an unimaginable speed, and within that raging fire, there was actually a strange beast—or rather, the raging fire was emitted by that strange beast.

And that strange beast was actually a True Dragon bathed in fire, with a dragon body over ten zhang long, hissing and roaring, its scales and claws flying, vast and mighty. Wherever it passed, it plowed a long gully, sand and stones flying, all traces of fire scorching. When those dragon eyes saw Yu Liancheng, its murderous intent surged even more, and it pounced over at an even faster speed.

"This, this... could it be the dragon among the Four Great Divine Beasts?"

The coachman was also a well-informed person. When he saw the form of this monster, he was also startled, thinking that a divine dragon had appeared in the world. Yet he faintly remembered that in the Ranking of Terror, the description of the dragon was that its shape was as high as a mountain, which did not quite match.

Yu Liancheng's expression sank slightly; if it were truly a dragon, it would indeed be worth him preparing for a serious battle.

But unfortunately.

What was coming toward him was not a dragon.

It was a fist the size of a sandbag.

More accurately, this was a fist technique.

And this fist technique, he had once seen on the murals in Lingyun Cave.

Dragon Scale Breaks the Sun from the Mountain and Sea Fist Canon.

This is a martial art from the Ten Strong Martial Artists' Martial Dao; perhaps there are still others in the world proficient in the Mountain and Sea Fist Canon, but under the heavens, there is only one person who can unleash such might with the Mountain and Sea Fist Canon, a peerless expert ranked on the Fourteen Terrors list.

——Wu Wudi.

The "True Dragon" came head-on, and the coachman could already feel that violent and scorching aura.

Facing such a shocking and world-defying strike, Yu Liancheng slowly raised his palm, spread his five fingers, and pushed forward gradually. His speed was very slow, advancing inch by inch, as if every inch of progress required the expenditure of countless mental efforts.

And as his palm pushed forward, this hand seemed to expand infinitely; in but an instant, it transformed into a sky-curtain, blocking the sun and sky, and the entire world darkened.

Dragon Scale Breaking the Sun?

I wonder if the dragon scale can break the heaven!?

The coachman narrowed his eyes, as if seeing a golden dragon in a domineering and fearless posture, crashing into the constantly pressing, deep and heavy sky-curtain, as if wanting to tear the sky-curtain apart and let the light reappear in the human world.

Boom!

A muffled thunderclap exploded, and the ground shook violently.

The golden dragon let out a mournful cry; although it crashed until its head was broken and bleeding, it only made this sky-curtain slightly thinner, never managing to pierce through it.

When he came back to his senses, where was there any golden dragon, where was there any sky-curtain? It was merely Yu Chengzhu opening his palm to catch the other person's fist. And with the two of them as the center, the ground within a radius of ten zhang had shattered and sunk with a roar. The cracks almost spread to outside the carriage; it was no wonder Yu Liancheng had stepped out more than ten zhang away earlier.

The horse was startled and neighed incessantly; it was fortunate that the coachman was extremely experienced, otherwise he might not have been able to control this frightened horse. But the coachman also understood that when two supreme experts fought, one might suffer from the disaster of the pond fish if not careful, so he drove the carriage back several dozen zhang before stopping.

"Good, there are very few in the world who can withstand this punch of mine. You are worthy of being the one who could take out the Great Evil King."

That person wore a bamboo hat and kept his head slightly lowered, covering most of his face. When he spoke, his True Qi was abundant, making people's eardrums ring. Countless gravel stones also trembled with the sound, and were even shaken into powder: "You are qualified to fight me."

Yu Liancheng raised an eyebrow: "Qualified to fight you? How arrogant."

That person gave a 'heh' laugh: "Even the heaven must bow before me; if you had such strength, you would also be arrogant enough."

"Heaven? Could it be that you are speaking of Di Shitian among the Fourteen Terrors."

Yu Liancheng seemed to realize it belatedly, and said in a tone with a hint of terror: "In that case, you are the Ten Strong Martial Artists on the Fourteen Terrors list, who gathered the Luck of the Wu family for three hundred years; even the strong Di Shitian with a thousand years of cultivation was miserably defeated by your hands."

"Not bad, it is indeed me."

Wu Wudi slowly took off his bamboo hat, revealing his rugged face, as well as that peerless fighting spirit and arrogance.

In the past, although his martial arts were high, he had no fame at all in the Edo. But because a decree of the Fourteen Terrors list was passed down, he immediately became famous throughout the world. He taught everyone in the world that there was still one person in this world who created ten unique skills and defeated the heaven in one battle.

The already arrogant Wu Wudi often heard Edo people discussing the Fourteen Terrors list, and thus became even more conceited. He even had the thought of competing with other experts on the Fourteen Terrors list.

"Oh, so it is one of the Fourteen Terrors, I have long admired you."

Yu Liancheng cupped his fists, showing a look of admiration, and then a mocking smile flashed across the corner of his mouth: "Fortunately, I am also one of the Fourteen Terrors."

"Hm? You are..." Wu Wudi frowned.

Yu Liancheng's expression tightened slightly, and a vast and majestic aura permeated out: "This seat is the Fourteenth Jinghuang. Or, you may also call me the Terror of Terrors."

Wu Wudi's face stiffened, then he sneered: "I was wondering who it was, so it is you. It just so happens that I also want to see if the so-called Terror of Terrors can make me feel terror as well."

"I know your intention; it is to defeat the Great Evil King again and break the curse of the Wu family. Unfortunately, you will be disappointed."

Yu Liancheng lowered his sleeve and smiled: "Because, you cannot win."

Wu Wudi laughed in anger, but did not rush to make a move; instead, he shifted his gaze to the blade case, his eyes flashing with sharp light like a star exploding: "Enough nonsense. Take out the Great Evil King and fight me."

"You have not brought a weapon, so how can I bully you with a weapon."

Yu Liancheng grabbed the blade case and threw it behind him; it drew an arc in the air and landed right beside the carriage.

"What's more, my fist and foot skills are not bad either. Make your move, let me see the Ten Strong Martial Artists' Martial Dao that even that old fellow Di Shitian fears."