Chapter 83

Yan Buji would never admit that his decision had made a mistake; to him, whether it was Zhao Zhen or Liu Yun, although they were both in the Heavenly Human Realm, it wasn't very difficult to resolve.

The main problem was that he didn't expect someone to be as bold as him, or perhaps truly have the confidence to face alone the siege of three supreme Heavenly Human Realm experts.

"Forget it, quick battle, quick decision!"

Yan Buji suddenly struck, but his target was not the nearby Zhao Zhen; instead, he aimed at Liu Yun of the Canghai Sect.

Liu Yun's expression changed; all of his martial power was concentrated in his palms. Although Zhao Zhen had struck first just now, it also let Liu Yun see how terrifying Yan Buji's strength was.

External Training Perfection is not something that can be called so after merely completing ordinary external training; it is a supreme external training comparable to their Heavenly Human Realm, cultivated to the point of great accomplishment.

But Liu Yun could see that Yan Buji had not obtained some supreme external training skill; rather, after fully mastering two external training skills second only to the supreme external training, he reached the stage of External Training Perfection.

Even if one is a martial artist at the peak of the Grandmaster Realm, if they achieve External Training Perfection, they also have the confidence to resist supreme Heavenly Human Realm experts.

Moreover, the Blood Flow Sect Sect Master Ji Bu right before us is indeed a genuine Heavenly Human Realm expert!

In the clash of their spiritual senses, each had their attacking routes thoroughly familiar; in such a situation, whether they moved or not, what they observed was merely where that tiny difference lay.

My martial technique largely relies on stacking internal force like waves upon waves, one layer higher than the next, to cause terrifying damage; but when facing an equally ranked expert who is also a supreme external training perfectionist, how should I fight?

The opponent has plenty of opportunity to cut off my internal force accumulation, preventing continuous attacks, so naturally there's no talk of stacking power to kill him in one strike!

At that moment, Liu Yun shouted directly: "Zhao Zhen, help me!"

Zhao Zhen also clearly knew how formidable Yan Buji's strength was; ordinary martial practitioners following the internal cultivation path would need decades to achieve anything, and although he practices heretical internal cultivation, this full external training perfection already shows that the opponent is certainly not someone who wins by relying on heretical internal cultivation!

Zhao Zhen hesitated not, stepped forward two paces, and his long sword suddenly thrust toward Yan Buji!

Only a flash of sword light was seen; Yan Buji's heart jumped, and he instantly felt a deadly sense of danger approaching. He then abandoned the thought of targeting Liu Yun, turned sideways, and struck the sword blade with a palm wrapped in massive qi and blood!

At the same time, Liu Yun seized the opportunity to rush forward, striking Yan Buji's ribs with a palm wrapped in surging internal energy!

Bang!

Boom!

A huge sound came; Yan Buji abruptly retreated several steps, looking at the bleeding palm where a sword scar had been drawn, utterly shocked.

"How can this mundane person possibly have a sword technique that can wound me?"

Zhao Zhen snorted coldly: "You heretical thief, how could you understand the might of my Ultimate Sword Art? Once I capture you, you'll wish for death but cannot die!"

"Hahaha, just relying on you, this old fool?"

Yan Buji laughed wildly twice, knowing he could no longer hide his strength.

Not to mention Liu Yun's palm strength, layered and stacked power not to be underestimated; just the mysterious sword technique Zhao Zhen employed made Yan Buji feel a pressure greater than when he previously crossed realms to fight the Kūn Gate Master!

In the blink of an eye, Yan Buji's entire body surged with demonic internal energy; in an instant, he seemed possessed by demons, rolling black smoke coiling and gathering around him, shocking all directions!

"What?"

"How can the Blood Essence Skill still be compatible with other internal cultivation?!"

"Such sinister, evil demonic path internal energy, and yet it's still enhancing his strength?!"

Whether they were orthodox martial artists or Yang Qing and Yang Lan, their hearts were filled with shock as they shouted out.

Other martial artists might not know the specifics, but Yang Qing and Yang Lan understand that the Blood Essence Skill enhances qi and blood through a unique method of circulating internal energy; it itself cannot cultivate internal energy gathered in the dantian.

But Ji Bu before us, using some unknown method, has cultivated this shocking demonic path internal cultivation!

"Could it be... he has found the cultivation path of ancient martial artists?!" Yang Lan and Yang Qing's eyes flashed with shock, while they secretly thought it was not good.

If that's the case, then even if everyone present attacked together, they would not be his match.

Immediately, Yan Buji paid no heed to how those around him thought; with his left hand he formed a seal, unleashing a Great Demonic Palm Strike—terrifying as a demon, the gloomy, shocking palm imprint turned substantive and pushed forward flatly, even the air seeming to be sucked, pulled, and twisted without cease!

Zhao Zhen's expression changed drastically; he quickly aroused his internal energy, and in the blink of an eye dozens of sword qi crisscrossed, fiercely attacking the palm imprint!

"Impossible!"

Zhao Zhen widened his eyes at the sight before him, his heart filled with despair and unwillingness! The sword qi he unleashed with all his strength could not block the palm imprint in the slightest; as a roar sounded, his body shot backward like an arrow from a broken string. His aged yet resolute face turned deathly pale, the hand gripping his sword trembling slightly.

However, all of this cannot change the fact.

The palm imprint fell like a heavenly star, striking Zhao Zhen with the force of thunder before one could cover one's ears. His body traced a miserable arc in the air, the blood spurting from his mouth like gorgeous fireworks, scattering a shocking rain of blood in the air. Afterwards, Zhao Zhen heavily fell to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

No one knows his condition of life or death, but from that lifeless body, it seems likely to be more misfortune than fortune.

As Zhao Zhen fell, Liu Yun beside him finally realized something was wrong and took off running!

"You're joking!"

One palm strike left Zhao Zhen's life or death uncertain; how could someone like me be his opponent?

Indeed, having become a supreme Heavenly Human Realm expert, he still understands reason; Yan Buji also didn't want to waste time chasing him, turning his head to look at Luo Tianfeng beside him.

Luo Tianfeng, stared at by the black-smoke-wrapped Yan Buji below, instantly felt as if she saw the tattoo on his chest come alive, her soul fleeing in terror!

"Damn it!"

Luo Tianfeng bit her tongue tip, dispelling the fear in her heart, and suddenly slashed out two blade qi of extreme shock!

The blade qi tore through the sky, and even the ground was cut into deep depressions rushing toward Yang Qing and Yang Lan!

Yang Qing and Yang Lan's faces turned grave; they immediately turned to dodge.

At the same time, Luo Tianfeng didn't linger, turning and running.

The remaining orthodox martial artists were also frightened and fled; only a few remained on the spot with pale faces, not knowing whether they were scared stupid or truly unafraid of death.

In the crowd, Yun Hua stared fixedly at Yan Buji, glaring at him.

But his body now trembled; facing such terrifying Yan Buji, he could hardly move, and even if he wanted to strike to avenge his master, the absolute suppression from the difference in cultivation realms made it impossible.

Only his heart, pounding fiercely, began to beat violently!

Yan Buji turned his head over and saw Yun Hua in the crowd just about to make a move.

"Scum of the Blood Flow Sect? Instead of hiding in a sewer to lick your wounds, you dare to recklessly assault my army's camp—do you truly not place the Water Way Court in your eyes?"

Suddenly, a deafening sound surged like a flood, as if it wanted to burst people's eardrums. Everyone's hearts jolted, and they turned their heads to look. Then they heard a steady, powerful footsteps, each step seeming to contain endless strength. As the footsteps drew nearer, everyone's gazes unconsciously converged toward the same direction.

At that moment, a figure slowly stepped out from the side. He was tall and sturdy, like an immovable mountain; in his hand he held a crimson-tasseled long spear flashing with cold light, the spear tip extremely sharp, as if it could pierce all things in the world; he wore a set of heavy armor, stained with blood yet unable to block the gleaming light.

Yang Qing and Yang Lan's faces changed drastically: "Dragon Might General Ye Zhilong!"