Chapter 588: The Advancing Xiongba and the Rule-Breaking God

Outside Baijian Villa.

Great battles are in full swing.

One party finishes their performance, and another takes the stage.

Yet, without anyone noticing, one person used superb lightness skills to break into Baijian Villa.

This person's lightness skills were truly too brilliant; even Nie Feng, the "God of the Wind" known throughout the pugilistic world for his leg techniques, would be far surpassed by several degrees. The entire person transformed into a wisp of breeze, a bolt of lightning. Not only was the speed unimaginably fast, but even if they swept past someone, as long as they were not a top-tier expert, they would be unable to see their figure at all.

And this person was actually extremely familiar with Baijian Villa.

Passing through corridors and gardens, in no time at all, they had arrived at the most important place in the entire Baijian Villa—the Sword Pool.

The Sword Pool was unbearably hot, like a furnace.

"What is going on?"

After arriving at the Sword Pool, that figure suddenly stopped, their sword-like brows furrowed.

The person who arrived was tall and burly, carrying an incomparable air of dominance; no matter who stood before them, they would appear as small as dust or ants. Besides an overbearing aura, their whole body also faintly revealed a sense of violence.

Who else could it be but Xiongba?!

When Xiongba was still the Gang Leader of the World Association, he had regarded Yu Liancheng as his lifelong enemy and had sent spies to secretly investigate the terrain of Baijian Villa, which is why he was so familiar with the path.

And his intrusion into the villa was naturally for that Peerless Divine Weapon from his dreams.

The reason Xiongba was surprised at this moment was that the Sword Pool was actually completely empty.

One must know that this Sword Pool was the most critical part of the entire Baijian Villa.

Even if all the experts except Yu Liancheng were here, he would not be surprised.

But now, there was not a single person.

Even the blacksmiths who forged the swords had disappeared.

Vaguely, Xiongba had an ominous premonition.

Could this be a trap?

But feeling the surging power within his body like a great river, Xiongba's confidence also climbed continuously, reaching its peak.

As he digested the vigorous True Qi of Jing Wang, not only did his injuries recover, but his cultivation also ascended several levels higher. Discussing the experts of the world, he considered himself to be in the top tier, and even against Wu Wudi, who had once made him miserable and forced him to Escape, he was confident he could win in a fight. And in the entire Baijian Villa, only Yu Liancheng could make him feel slightly wary.

But now, Yu Liancheng was not inside Baijian Villa.

Then... there was nothing to fear.

Xiongba turned his gaze toward the Jianlu.

Inside the Jianlu, the flames were blue-white, and within the blue-white, a trace of eerie and strange fire-red was revealed.

Amidst the endless flames, that Peerless Divine Weapon stood out of thin air, accepting the tempering of the fierce fire. It had no concrete form, shifting between different weapons.

"It really is the Peerless Divine Weapon from my dreams!"

A look of fanaticism and obsession flashed in Xiongba's eyes, as if he were possessed: "It was born for me."

He could feel that this weapon, just like in his dreams, possessed a mesmerizing power—powerful, mysterious, and incredible.

With it, plus his own current peerless cultivation, he, Xiongba, could once again contend for the Central Plains, command the heroes, and create an unprecedented great achievement.

Thinking of this, Xiongba no longer hesitated. He stomped his foot hard and transformed into a gale, sweeping toward the Jianlu. But as soon as he leaped into the Jianlu, he realized that the blue-white flames were so scorching that they had the power to melt all things into ashes. He hurriedly urged the power of "No Scripture No Dao" to resist.

Immediately, black scriptures flowed out from Xiongba's body, forming a continuously rotating black energy shield.

If a monk proficient in Sanskrit saw this scene, they might be shocked to discover that these black scriptures were none other than the Sanskrit Diamond Sutra.

Under the scorching heat of the flames, the black scriptures twisted and deformed in an instant. Clearly, under this terrifying high temperature, even the scriptures could not persist for long.

But with Xiongba's lightness skills, even with the obstruction of the flames, it took him at most two or three breaths to get close to the Peerless Divine Weapon.

Feeling the terrifying aura emitted by the Peerless Divine Weapon, Xiongba became even more excited and reached out to grab it.

However.

Just at this moment.

Whoosh!

A stream of white cold air shot out from the Peerless Divine Weapon.

This cold stream pierced through the black scriptures in an instant and shot toward Xiongba.

A strong warning sign immediately arose in Xiongba's heart. He clenched his five fingers into a fist, a similarly icy energy condensed on his fist, and he unleashed a "Frost Cold Long River" with his Tianshuang Fist.

Bang!

With a muffled sound, this icy energy shot from the Peerless Divine Weapon was no less than the full-force strike of a top-tier expert.

Under this blow, Xiongba was knocked back out of the Jianlu.

Looking at his right hand that had thrown the punch, it had actually been frozen with a layer of ice. His entire arm was also trembling slightly due to the cold. He hurriedly urged his True Qi to dissolve this layer of icy power.

"What a Peerless Divine Weapon; even without anyone controlling it, it has such cold power to freeze all things," Xiongba exclaimed, urging the power of "No Scripture No Dao" once again.

A thick energy wall condensed in front of him.

Mo Baisuzhen's Six Great Demon Crossings could all generate a thick energy wall; even an expert whose cultivation surpassed the person performing the technique might not be able to shatter the energy wall.

Jing Wang's "No Scripture No Dao" was created based on the "Scripture Crossing" of the Six Great Demon Crossings.

And Xiongba had absorbed the power of "No Scripture No Dao."

This power of "Scripture Crossing" had passed through many hands; although Xiongba could trigger the energy wall, he could not do it as easily as he wished, which is why he had been unable to block the cold stream with an energy wall earlier.

Xiongba expanded the energy wall and headed toward the Peerless Divine Weapon again.

Hum hum!

But this time, the Peerless Divine Weapon did not burst out with a cold stream; instead, it began to hum and tremble.

The furnace fire that had been burning fiercely suddenly seemed as if oil had been added to it; the flames surged wildly and rose continuously, suddenly transforming into four angry dragons made entirely of fire, attacking from all four directions. Wherever they passed, the air twisted and deformed due to the extreme heat.

Without a doubt.

Xiongba was repelled again.

The protective Qi wall was not shattered.

But the Fire Dragon came from all directions, and the Qi wall could only protect one side.

And this flame was too scorching and fierce, with the momentum of a prairie fire, burning off a portion of Xiongba's beard.

"What a Peerless Divine Weapon, able to transform into ten thousand weapons, able to command ice, able to control fire; today, I must obtain you!?"

Having been thwarted twice in a row, Xiongba did not feel the slightest bit discouraged; instead, his gaze grew even more scorching, and he gripped his palm in mid-air: "You are destined to become my weapon; no one can stop me!

"

"Sigh."

Just at this moment.

Another light sigh rang out.

"Who is it!

" Xiongba turned his body abruptly.

A trail of black mist appeared in the Sword Pool without anyone noticing.

The black mist dissipated, revealing the peerless elegance of Mo Baisuzhen: "Xiongba, this Peerless Divine Weapon does not belong to you."

Xiongba frowned slightly, staring intently at the newcomer; for some reason, he felt a vague sense of fear and hatred toward this woman.

And whether it was fear or hatred, both stemmed from "Jing Wang." Jing Wang had once been hunted for thousands of miles by Mo Baisuzhen; just as he was about to reach the fifteenth level of "No Scripture No Dao," he was ambushed by Mo Baisuzhen, and his peerless cultivation was washed away.

And since Xiongba had fully absorbed No Scripture No Dao, he was naturally influenced by Jing Wang to a certain extent.

"You, could you be the woman who manages Wushuang City for Yu Liancheng?" Xiongba frowned and said.

"Correct," Mo Baisuzhen said calmly: "You may also call me 'Demon', Mo Baisuzhen!"

The Demon from the Ranking of Terror?

Xiongba's heart skipped a beat, but his face wore a cold sneer, the power of No Scripture No Dao flowing silently within his body, ready to erupt with the most surging and violent force at any moment: "Whether it is God or Demon, today you cannot stop me from seizing the Peerless Divine Weapon. I am the destined overlord, and this Peerless Divine Weapon was born for me."

"You are so confident, is it because of that dream?" Mo Baisuzhen said calmly.

"Hmm?"

Xiongba's brow furrowed even tighter.

One of the important reasons he rushed to Baijian Villa was because of that "dream."

The "dream" had symbolic meaning; he believed that the "dream" was Heaven telling him that the Peerless Divine Weapon should be wielded by him, and that he would rely on the Peerless Divine Weapon to dominate the world.

But he had never told anyone about this dream.

How could this woman...

"Then you might as well savor that dream again."

The corners of Mo Baisuzhen's lips curled into a mischievous smile.

She raised her slender arm, and her jade-white fingers pointed remotely at Xiongba.

Boom!

Xiongba only felt the scene before his eyes shatter into pieces.

In the blink of an eye, he had returned to the World Association, inside the Tianxia Diyi Lou.

"The Gang Leader's literary and martial virtues are peerless in the world!"

"The Gang Leader unifies the martial arts world, for ten thousand autumns and generations!"

In the training grounds of the World Association,

countless people were kowtowing and worshipping Xiongba.

Among them were many martial arts heroes and leaders of various sects.

Even, Xiongba saw Wu Wudi and Yu Liancheng kneeling in the front row,

and that Peerless Divine Weapon, capable of changing into any weapon, was also placed beside him.

"Wrong!"

Looking at this scene, Xiongba felt immense pride, but suddenly he shivered, feeling infinite chill.

In turn, the scene before his eyes blurred, and he had already returned to the Sword Pool.

However, Xiongba's back was already soaked with cold sweat; he looked at the woman before him, a trace of fear appearing in his eyes: "You, you... did you weave all of this?"

"The Demon has six crossings, among which the Lost Soul Crossing can create dreams for people. At that time, you only had one percent of your cultivation left; weaving a dream for you was not a difficult task." Mo Baisuzhen gently stroked her dark hair, her tone soft.

"And your goal was to make me walk right into your trap." Xiongba's expression was ugly, his teeth gritted: "I suppose my, Xiongba's, blood of an overlord is also one of the materials to complete this Peerless Divine Weapon."

Mo Baisuzhen clapped her hands and said: "Correct."

"Damn it! You bitch, I'll slaughter you!

" Thinking that what he thought was his destiny was actually just a dream woven by someone else, manipulating him like a puppet, this peerless overlord could not help but feel monstrous rage. Added to the angry emotions belonging to Jing Wang, Xiongba could no longer suppress it.

Only hearing him let out a sudden roar, his figure rose from the ground. Three different types of True Qi gathered within his body: the endurance of Fengshen Leg, the ferocity of Paiyun Palm, and the icy coldness of Tianshuang Fist, merging into an incomparably sharp Sangi Guiyuan, supplemented by the power of the fifteenth level of No Scripture No Dao, and with a "Boom," he blasted toward Mo Baisuzhen.

Mo Baisuzhen's figure turned into intangible black mist, eerily dodging Xiongba's strike, drifting ten zhang away, reforming her figure, and saying calmly: "The dragon's roar in the nine heavens brings a change to the sky, the wind and clouds meet to swim in shallow waters. Xiongba, your destiny is peculiar. As long as your destiny remains, no matter how high your martial arts are, dealing with you will be very troublesome. Therefore, the person who wants to deal with you is not me."

Bang! Bang! Bang!

A series of dull footsteps rang out.

Xiongba showed a look of vigilance, and soon he saw a black figure, wearing a stern and murderous expression, draped in a black cloak, his eyes revealing terrifying killing intent.

"Old scoundrel, I didn't kill you back then in the World Association; today is your death day!"

Bu Jingyun.

Buku Shishen Bu Jingyun.

"Good, Bu Jingyun, my good disciple, so you didn't die!"

Xiongba looked at Bu Jingyun with slight surprise, feeling that the other's aura was becoming increasingly unfathomable, and his heart sank slightly.

But he had not only mastered Sangi Guiyuan, but also integrated No Scripture No Dao into his own martial arts, capable of sweeping across the world, let alone a mere Bu Jingyun.

"Before I kill you, how could I die!?" Bu Jingyun said coldly.

"Kill me!? Ha, just by relying on you!?"

"Just by relying on me!

"

The moment those three words fell, Bu Jingyun let out a violent shout.

He pushed his palms forward abruptly, and as his palm force erupted, his hands seemed to grasp thunder, shockingly emitting a faint sound of thunder.

This move is named "Shocking Hundred Miles", originating from the Xianglong Shiba Zhang, matching the Thunder trigram and containing thunder. With both palms thrust out together, the palm force contains yin and yang; as yin and yang blend, thunder is born.

This move is a major killing technique within the Xianglong Shiba Zhang that combines sound and power; its sound is like thunder, shaking the heart, and its power is like a thunderbolt—unmatched in rigidity and ferocity, with extremely powerful lethality. Its only flaw is that it consumes a great deal of Internal Force and physical strength.

"Heh, my good disciple, let me see what kind of progress you have actually made!?" Xiongba laughed, channeled his full palm force, and blasted directly toward Bu Jingyun.

Outside the mountain villa.

The universe trembled.

A bolt of thunder roared down.

This bolt of thunder actually gave people a feeling of spirituality, as if it were a thunder dragon plunging down from the Nine Heavens, wanting to destroy everything in the world. And amidst the flashing electric light, one could faintly see an ethereal figure; who else could it be but Di Shitian?

At this moment, Di Shitian had entered a state of unruffled calm; even if the sky were to collapse, he would not be moved in the slightest. He drove that thunder dragon that could destroy the world and blasted toward Yu Liancheng with an unparalleled posture.

"Is this the Di Tian Kuang Lei propelled by the Heaven-tier Mahamudra? Its power is likely several times greater than the original Di Tian Kuang Lei. Di Shitian, although you are a bit useless, you haven't disappointed me."

Watching this bolt of thunder, a cold sneer curled the corner of Yu Liancheng's mouth. Immediately, he tapped his toes, soared into the air, and raised his palm toward the sky. This palm, however, integrated the Earthly Mahamudra, with yin and yang intertwining, sweeping up all the extreme yin and extreme yang power between heaven and earth. Even though it was just a simple palm strike, its power was by no means inferior to any martial art.

Boom!

A heaven-shaking and earth-shattering loud noise exploded, accompanied by a mountain-collapsing and sea-roaring aftermath that surged and flew in all directions.

The entire space trembled abruptly during the collision, and black cracks bloomed one after another, as if even space could not withstand the power of this strike.

The heaven and earth for dozens of miles around were also trembling, and the crowd of martial artists below were terrified as if it were the end of the world; some even had their eardrums shattered directly, their ears bleeding, and they fainted.

The thunder light gradually dissipated.

Yu Liancheng's punch still shattered the thunder.

But his entire body, under the power of the thunder, plummeted like a meteor, smashing fiercely into the ground, causing the place where he fell to shatter and sink with a boom.

"Haha, Yu Liancheng, how does the taste of my Di Tian Kuang Lei propelled by the Heaven-tier Mahamudra feel?"

Di Shitian did not pursue the victory; he stood in the void, emitting a terrifying aura like an abyss.

Looking at the smug-faced Di Shitian, Yu Liancheng nodded and said in a serious manner: "Ah, yes, yes, powerful, very powerful."

Di Shitian heard the perfunctory element and frowned slightly: "Oh, are you not curious about where my Heaven-tier Mahamudra came from?"

Yu Liancheng said with a serious face: "That's right, where did your Heaven-tier Mahamudra come from?"

If this sentence were asked by someone else, it might be a question, or it might be curiosity.

But coming from Yu Liancheng's mouth, it was deliberately calm; in the calmness, there was perfunctoriness, and in the perfunctoriness, one could even hear a trace of mockery and disdain.

Consequently, Di Shitian was angry again.

He had never had a good temper.

Toying with all living beings, he compared himself to Heaven.

"Damn it! You are courting death!"

—Di Tian Kuang Lei!

Boom!

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