Chapter 574: The Lawless Mad Heaven

Boom!

The flood is coming!

With an unstoppable posture, it washes over the mortal world once more.

The sound of the water is heaven-shaking, like a thousand peals of thunder erupting at once, or ten thousand galloping horses; it is terrifying to the extreme.

Under the impact of this flood, ordinary people have absolutely no power to resist; in an instant, they are struck, their tendons snapped and bones broken, then swept into the surging floodwaters, their fate unknown.

Heaven and Earth are in a rage.

All living things are like ants.

"There really is a flood; those three children didn't lie."

"Help! Someone come and save me!"

"I don't want to die."

"My child, my child!"

Cries and wails fill the air, yet water and fire are heartless; they will never show the slightest mercy because of one's wailing.

Fires are mostly man-made and have a smaller impact.

But water, which seems to nourish all things, once enraged, becomes vicious and cruel, swallowing the lives of thousands, or even tens of thousands. Since ancient times, countless people have suffered from the disaster of floods, which is why building river channels and embankments has always been the top priority for every dynasty.

"Save me... is there anyone to save me!"

At the moment the flood arrived, the village head was quick-witted and grabbed a locust tree, avoiding being swept away by the flood like ordinary people.

His eyes revealed infinite terror; although he clung tightly to this straw of hope, as the momentum of the flood grew, he was already in imminent danger.

Another wave struck, nearly knocking him into the flood, and he swallowed several mouthfuls of muddy water. Just as he was reeling in shock, he saw several figures weaving through the surging floodwaters.

It was Bu Jingyun, Nie Feng, and Duan Lang.

"Come save me... you guys come save me... glug, glug..."

A glimmer of hope shone in the village head's eyes, and he screamed until his voice was hoarse, only to be forced to swallow two more mouthfuls of muddy water. However, the three of them left without even looking back, and his hope was instantly extinguished.

It was not that the three of them refused to save him; this village head was suspicious and jealous, which had delayed the other villagers, but his crimes were not enough to warrant death. But the three of them were each carrying a child; could they really abandon the children in their arms for the sake of the village head?

"Save me... glug, glug... I don't want to die... you little beasts... you will die a horrible death... glug, glug..." Another wave struck, finally sweeping the village head into it. He uttered vicious curses, but even his final, desperate words were instantly drowned by the flood.

On the other side, the flood was overflowing, rising higher and higher.

Bu Jingyun and the other two were rushing about in the flood, doing their utmost to save people. Their True Qi was soon exhausted, and they couldn't help but sit on the ground to catch their breath. Yet the people they had saved, far from feeling grateful, instead cursed them incessantly. "If you could save his son, why didn't you save mine?" "If you still have strength, why are you sitting there resting..."

Those who do the work are always the ones who get cursed the most.

But soon, they could no longer curse.

Because the tide had not receded; instead, it surged toward their resting place again. A single wave could sweep everyone into it. At this moment, those imperious villagers no longer cared about the lives of their loved ones; they turned and fled, leaving their wives and children behind.

"Paiyun Palm!"

"

Amidst the roaring flood, Bu Jingyun gathered his remaining Internal Force, thrusting his arms forward violently. The veins on his arms bulged like thunder, and as his palm force converged, it summoned boundless clouds.

He was actually willing to risk his life to block the torrent, to win a chance for those who had just insulted him to escape.

His palms pushed out horizontally, and that surging palm force collided with the even more surging torrent. Bu Jingyun was, after all, still young, his cultivation shallow, and having exhausted too much energy earlier, he immediately bled from his nose and mouth. His meridians ruptured all over his body, turning him into a bloody mess, and his aura fell into complete chaos. It was clear that a single strike had left him severely wounded, a tragic sight to behold.

But this act left even Duan Lang, who had always been at odds with Bu Jingyun, stunned, and he felt a sense of admiration. He had never imagined that this selfish, always expressionless Bu Jingyun would be so fearless for the sake of a group of unrelated people. But although he had desperately pushed back one wave, countless more would follow.

It was merely a futile effort.

Yet, just at this moment, the flood, which had been as fierce as a wild beast, suddenly ceased its surge, giving one the feeling that it had run out of steam. Immediately after, the three heard a very strange sound.

Crack!

Crack! Crack!

It was as if some object were constantly shattering.

And it also seemed... like the sound of ice freezing.

Following that, the three witnessed an unforgettable scene.

Above the surging, roaring river, two figures were walking slowly, as if walking on flat ground.

Was one of them not that temple keeper who had predicted the great flood?

As for the other, that detached and composed demeanor was peerless in the world. Compared to Xiongba's world-dominating, "I am the only one" arrogance, it was not the least bit inferior.

And with every step that man took forward, the flood beneath his feet would instantly freeze into ice. With mist swirling, this power to freeze the flood was profound to an excessive degree.

"Uncle in black."

Nie Feng exclaimed.

He naturally had a deep impression of this uncle in black; not only had the other party taken the Snow Drink Saber from his home, but it was also the first time he had heard of the Fearful Ranking and come into contact with an unprecedented legendary Edo, sparking a sense of yearning, and... his mother, Yan Ying, had disappeared after that day. His father, Nie Renwang, had gone mad because of it, and although he eventually regained his sanity, he was dragged into Lingyun Cave during a duel with Duan Shuai, his fate unknown.

In a way, it was this uncle in black who had brought about his current situation.

"Uncle in black?"

Bu Jingyun frowned slightly.

He also had an uncle in black.

When Huo Family Manor was wiped out, he had saved him. That uncle in black had no name, possessed brilliant sword skills, and his cultivation was unfathomable. He was confident that even Xiongba might not be able to last five moves under the uncle in black's sword.

He wondered if this person before him could surpass his uncle in black.

Duan Lang's eyes revealed a look of worship.

If he had this person's cultivation, why would he need to stay in the World Society? Even reviving the Duan Family would be a mere trifle.

As this person walked step by step toward Nie Feng and the others, the flood was frozen step by step. The surging flood was like a tender little beast before him, unable to stir up a single spray. Finally, over the entire village, the flood disappeared, replaced by a glacier, chilling and grim.

"Little Nie Feng, we meet again." Yu Liancheng chuckled and drifted down from the glacier.

"Uncle Yu, thank you for saving us."

Nie Feng's expression was slightly agitated as he stepped forward twice: "By the way, have you seen my mother?"

The day the uncle in black arrived, his mother disappeared, which was why he asked this question.

"Cough, cough." Yu Liancheng almost choked himself, but quickly returned to his calm and indifferent posture: "Your mother seems to have appeared in Wushuang City, but I advise you to practice the martial arts I taught you well; otherwise, if you encounter such a situation again, you will only be able to sigh in helplessness."

A sharp light shot from Nie Feng's eyes, and just as he was about to ask more, Bu Jingyun beside him vomited a mouthful of blood, his body swaying as he fell uncontrollably; the Paiyun Palm he had used earlier to repel the waves had truly caused him severe injury.

"Senior Brother Yun, are you alright?"

Nie Feng hurriedly went to support Bu Jingyun, but grasped only empty air.

"Little Nie Feng, I am taking Bu Jingyun away for now to have him handle a matter for me." Yu Liancheng's voice sounded, ethereal and distant, as if he had already reached a place far away: "Do not worry, in at most one month's time, he will return to the World Association."

By the time Nie Feng looked up again, both Yu Liancheng and Ni Pusa had disappeared.

"Is Mother in Wushuang City?"

Nie Feng's brows furrowed slightly; he knew that Yu Liancheng was the "Panic" of the Panic Rankings, and of course, he also knew that the other party had now taken control of Wushuang City.

His mother had also disappeared after he left; what connection could those two have?

At the same time, Nie Feng felt a slight sense of relief in his heart.

Regardless, there was finally a lead regarding his mother's whereabouts.

Then, Nie Feng's expression grew slightly stern.

Uncle Yu's words were not wrong; perhaps he really should practice the Ten Great Martial Daos well.

Although Nie Feng was considered a young expert, his passion for Martial Dao was far less than that of Bu Jingyun and Duan Lang, because he did not wish to conquer the world for Xiongba, nor did he wish to be drawn into the slaughter of the Edo.

But today's encounter made him understand that martial arts were the foundation of one's standing.

If he could practice the Ten Great Martial Daos well, he would not have to let Senior Brother Yun risk his life to unleash the Paiyun Palm.

"That strike of the Paiyun Palm almost shattered all the meridians in your body and nearly turned you into a cripple; it was I who saved you."

"Hmm..."

"Will you not thank me?"

"Thanks..."

"I want you to help me do one thing; this matter is somewhat dangerous, but only somewhat."

"Fine..."

"You fellow, you really can't squeeze a fart out even with three sticks. But I appreciate you, and since I need you to do things for me, I must provide benefits. I can do one thing for you, such as fulfilling that wish in your heart—kill, Xiongba!"

Inside a carriage, three people were sitting.

They were none other than Yu Liancheng, Bu Jingyun, and Ni Pusa.

Ni Pusa was closing his eyes to rest, while Yu Liancheng was conversing with Bu Jingyun.

It was a pity that this kid was a "poker face," cold and arrogant to an extreme; he would never use two words if one could suffice.

The reason for bringing Bu Jingyun along was that to open the Heaven-Crying Scripture, one needed a person with a "destiny of absolute isolation." For example, people like Wuming or Bu Jingyun, who were "lone stars of heavenly evil."

Of course, Yu Liancheng, this visitor from beyond the heavens, could also be considered a "lone star of heavenly evil" with a destiny of absolute isolation in some respects.

But he feared being unable to open it, or even being cursed by the Heaven-Crying Scripture, creating trouble out of thin air.

Of course, besides that, he also wanted to use Bu Jingyun to lure someone out.

Someone mysterious and unfathomable, who also coveted the Heaven-Crying Scripture.

"No need!"

Bu Jingyun, whose face was as cold as ice, finally spat out several words at once.

Intense hatred shot from his eyes, and he seemed like a god of death in the Darkness, emitting wisps of black energy: "Xiongba, only I can kill him. As for helping you, it is to repay your favor."

"Heh, quite a personality..." Yu Liancheng chuckled.

Before he could finish speaking, his brows furrowed slightly, and his gaze turned toward the carriage curtains.

That fellow had indeed come.

This place was still some distance from Pori Peak, yet he had not expected him to arrive so swiftly.

A shocking blood-aura permeated from outside the window, followed by the neighing of horses, and the carriage shook as if it were about to collapse.

But in the end, it did not fall.

Because Yu Liancheng lightly tapped a finger on the seat.

It was like a giant pillar supporting the heavens, a Sea-Calming Treasure, making the carriage that was about to topple as steady as Mount Tai.

"Eh!?"

A sound of surprise seemed to ring out from outside.

But immediately after, there was a cold laugh; the carriage shook violently again, and the roof of the carriage shattered with a boom as if struck by ten thousand bolts of lightning, turning into countless fragments that shot outward.

At the same time, a blood-colored palm, carrying the force of ten thousand jun, descended fiercely like a falling comet, pressing down from the top of the carriage toward Yu Liancheng.

Yu Liancheng's expression remained unchanged as he lightly pressed his right hand on the table.

The three teacups originally resting on the table jumped up one after another, colliding with the blood-colored palm in sequence.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Each teacup contained an irresistible force. After three muffled sounds in succession, they struck the blood-colored palm like pearls on a string.

When the last teacup struck the blood-colored palm, most of the palm's force had already been neutralized; the owner of the palm knew that even if he continued to press down, it would be a futile effort, so he gathered his Qi and retreated.

However, how could Yu Liancheng allow him to retreat so easily?

His hand pressed slightly on the table again.

Although there were no teacups on the table.

There was still an exquisite teapot.

The teapot flew out even faster than the previous three teacups, and the person had no time to react before being struck in the chest.

However, a surprising scene appeared.

The teapot actually pierced through that person's chest and out their back, as if their body did not exist at all.

Yu Liancheng narrowed his eyes slightly, slowly stepped out of the carriage, and looked at that person with his hands behind his back.

That person's toes tapped lightly on the treetop, and their whole body seemed to have no weight at all; the treetop did not bend in the slightest.

But compared to this person's supreme movement technique, what was truly incredible was the person themselves.

Strictly speaking, this did not look like a person, but a blood-red silhouette.

But looking closer, the reason this silhouette was blood-red was not because they were wearing a blood-red garment, but because their entire body was emitting an incomparably dense blood-red Qi.

And this layer of red blood-Qi was just like a "piece of cloth," heavily wrapping and covering their head and face.

Yu Liancheng stood with his hands behind his back and said indifferently, "Who comes? State your name!"

"Haha, since you were able to take a strike from this seat, then this seat might as well tell you."

That blood-red silhouette laughed loudly, full of arrogance: "This seat is the one and only supreme—Heaven, Wudao Kuangtian, who shall last for a thousand autumns and ten thousand generations in this mortal world!"

The next moment, this madman who called himself Heaven had blood-Qi permeating more than ten zhang around his body, and the blood-Qi suddenly condensed into individual blood awls.

"Brat, you dare to covet 'Heaven's Weep', witness this seat's Blood Blade Floating Life!"

Amidst the sound of breaking air, the blood awls covered the sky and earth as they enveloped Yu Liancheng.

"Another idiot who calls himself 'Heaven'; the last guy who boasted of being Heaven had to flee in a panic the moment he saw me." Yu Liancheng gave a cold laugh, tapped his toes, and met this "Blood Blade Floating Life" head-on.

"As for you, this Heaven, today you shall 'collapse' here."

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