Chapter 230: Hundred Beasts Thunder Dragon, Han Han Chuijun! (Two-in-One)

Hoo~

The night is black without a moon, and a biting cold wind blows the flying snowflakes apart.

Li Yuan shuttles through the cold wind, his figure rising and falling; having traveled by night many times, he has long grown accustomed to the darkness and the wind, and each night journey even brings a sense of cathartic release to his heart.

"Tension and relaxation constitute the Dao; hmm, one could also call it a form of release?"

The flying snowflakes are scattered by the forceful wind; Li Yuan's heart grows calm, his feet not touching the ground, even attempting to step on the snowflakes dancing in the air.

"No good, the snowflakes are too light to borrow force from..."

After several attempts, Li Yuan shakes his head inwardly; the Divine Foot technique of the sect entrance cannot yet achieve walking on snow, though occasionally a fallen leaf blown over can provide slight leverage.

"If I get a few more pairs of high-grade boots, will I be able to walk on snow?"

Hoo!

Soon, Li Yuan arrives at Linghu Linghu Baiwan's small courtyard; a glance reveals the room is pitch black, with no glint of weapons visible.

"Not here?"

Li Yuan's mind turns, his feet lightly tapping as he moves quickly within the shadows; soon, he has circled around to where the Wutang is located, the night dark and the wind high, his stealth silent.

The Wutang is situated in the east of the city, covering a considerable area, fully comprising four sets of seven-courtyard mansions with hundreds of rooms; even at night, many people are on guard and patrolling.

With high skill comes boldness; Li Yuan pays little attention, slipping in with the sound of the wind, and soon he has circled back out.

"An San Yuan Wu is not here either..."

Li Yuan remembers the weapon glows of all the experts in the Dechang Wutang, but this sweep reveals that almost all the experts are gone, leaving only a few people to guard the post.

"Are none of them here?"

Li Yuan's eyes flicker; without alerting anyone in the Wutang, he turns and returns to the Divine Guard Army's garrison; he wanders around the perimeter of the garrison, and a sense of unease immediately arises in his heart.

"Not here either? Could they have truly gone after Old Han?"

Li Yuan's heart tightens slightly; he exerts force beneath his feet and begins searching quickly.

After the Military Register ascended to the sixth rank, within a forty-meter radius, he can see the glow of any weapon with just a slight concentration of his mind.

Combined with his current lightness skill, he can soon confirm that the Wutang must be taking action, and it is not within the city.

"They truly went after Old Han?"

Frowning slightly, he touches the dizzy little mouse inside his sleeve again; Li Yuan turns his figure and heads back to the eastern part of the city where the Wutang is located, preparing to find someone to ask for information.

Lord Master Gongyang Yu is not even clear on the route Old Han took to leave the city to meet someone; blindly leaving the city, he would have nowhere to search.

"Hmm..."

Li Yuan touches the ghost mask on his face, thinks for a moment, and then takes it off, replacing it with a piece of rag.

At this time, Li Li Yuanba is not suitable to appear.

The wind and snow gradually grow heavier.

Many places within the Wutang garrison are lit up.

Knowing there are no experts in the garrison, Li Yuan is very bold; following the weapon glows, he quickly selects a courtyard where a 'Superior Grade Famous Sword' is located.

"A Superior Grade famous artifact; the owner must be at least an Executive."

Landing silently in the courtyard, Li Yuan walks forward slowly and knocks gently on the door.

"Who is it?"

A voice comes from inside the room; a burly man with a rough face opens the door, sees the masked person outside, is stunned for a moment, then his expression changes, and he reaches for the long blade at his waist.

Click!

Li Yuan's hand moves like lightning, grabbing the big man's neck; with a slight exertion of force, the big man's face turns red as a pig's liver, and his spine goes 'crack-crack'.

It feels as if a mountain is pressing down on him; his entire body's bones and muscles are simultaneously subjected to immense pressure; not to mention resisting, he cannot even move.

"Spare..."

"I ask, you answer!"

Li Yuan walks into the room and shuts the door casually; the two-hundred-plus-pound big man is like straw in his hand, and there is not the slightest sway as he moves.

"Ordinary Form-Transformation martial artists are as fragile as a sheet of paper in my hands..."

Li Yuan restrains his force, feeling that with just a slight exertion he could strangle him to death; he exhales a bit of internal energy and, in passing, probes this person's cultivation and bone structure.

Tiger and Bear two forms, superior bone structure, specializes in right-hand sword techniques, and possesses inferior hard-body training, roughly at the Perfection level.

"Spare..."

The big man cannot make a sound, only blinking frantically; when he is on the verge of suffocating, Li Yuan loosens his grip:

"I have come only to seek a person and do not wish to offend the Wutang; if you cooperate well, that is fine; if not..."

"S-Seek a person?"

The big man, nearly strangled to death, feels both anger and fear in his heart; he lowers his voice:

"W-Who are you looking for?"

"A few days ago, someone came from the Zhe Long Prefecture named Linghu; do you know where he went?"

Li Yuan does not ask about An San Yuan Wu, nor does he mention Brother Brother Shentu; fearing to encounter a stubborn bone and waste time, he simply uses Linghu Linghu Baiwan as a pretext.

"L-Linghu?"

The big man hesitates for a moment, then feels his body grow light as he is lifted up again; terror immediately strikes his heart.

For the second time, he still hasn't seen clearly how this person made his move.

Great Perfection of the Meridian-Piercing realm, a Hall Master-level expert?!

The big man, shocked in his heart, answers hoarsely:

"H-He lives at..."

"I just came from where he lives."

Li Yuan cut him off, increased the force in his hand, and with a crack, the man's spine split, causing the big man to break out in a cold sweat.

"He, he went outside the city, to West Bear Mountain outside the city..."

Eighty li east of Dechang Fucheng lies a range of unbroken mountains, stretching along the banks of the Pingjiang Grand Canal.

Amidst the "whoosh whoosh" of wind and snow, a faint firelight glowed within a dense forest.

Surrounding the firelight were dozens of people; Linghu Linghu Baiwan mingled among them, dressed in black with his face covered, cursing An San Yuan Wu bitterly in his heart.

He wasn't even from the Dechang Town Wutang, yet he had been dragged out too...

"So they actually intend to ambush Han Han Chuijun!"

Glancing with his peripheral vision at various spots in the dense forest, Linghu Linghu Baiwan felt quite numb inside.

He hailed from Zhe Long Fu; over these several decades, he had dealt with the Divine Weapon Valley no small amount, and regarding Han Han Chuijun, he was truly terrified.

A peerless villain who had killed a Zang-refining cultivator while undergoing Yi Xing, and who slaughtered entire families at the slightest provocation...

"Everyone is nearly here."

After waiting a long while, someone spoke hoarsely by the bonfire, pinching his voice; Linghu Linghu Baiwan knew this was Liu Liu Shengbin, the Deputy Hall Master of Dechang Town Wutang.

The only two experts in Dechang Town Wutang who had achieved great mastery in the Through-Pulse realm.

"The purpose of our journey involves four people: Han Han Chuijun, Qiu Qiu Zhengxiong, Jing Jing Shuhu, and Lei Lei Jingchuan. These four are all elders of the Divine Weapon Valley; except for Han Han Chuijun, they are all figures who have achieved great mastery in the Through-Pulse realm for many years..."

Liu Liu Shengbin lowered his voice; it was neither high nor low, yet just loud enough for everyone present to hear clearly, without being overly loud.

"However, among the four, the strongest is Han Han Chuijun!"

Han Han Chuijun!

Linghu Linghu Baiwan involuntarily shivered; the crowd of masked experts around him also stirred slightly.

Several years ago, many present had heard Han Han Chuijun's name, the calamity star of the Divine Weapon Valley, but separated by thousands of li, they knew the details poorly.

Until the Thousand-Weight Cave was annihilated.

Various elders of the inner and outer gates of the Thousand-Weight Cave, many of whom were famous experts to them, were almost all slain by this person; truly, his reputation for ferocity was immense.

"Han Han Chuijun is suspected to have undergone Yi Bai Xing; his famous Wu Gong is the Soldier Dao Dueling Hammer; his lightness skill is excellent, and his hardening cultivation is accomplished..."

Liu Liu Shengbin briefly summarized:

"This person wears Divine Armor, which we cannot defeat; do not concern yourselves with him. What we must do is intercept the Divine Weapon Valley experts other than Han Han Chuijun; leave no survivors, kill them all if possible!"

"For killing Qiu Qiu Zhengxiong and the other two, it counts as a Da Gong; for injuring them, a Xiao Gong. Furthermore, the Hall Master has rewards to offer; famous artifacts, Longhu Longhu Dadan, even superior Wu Gong, are all negotiable!"

This brief battlefield mobilization made even Linghu Linghu Baiwan feel somewhat tempted; the Yi Xing cultivators who joined the Town Wutang all came for the superior Wu Gong and spiritual pills.

But a Da Gong...

Linghu Linghu Baiwan's heart turned cold; this benefit was great, but it cost a life.

Having joined the Town Wutang for so many years, how could he not know the saying that Xiao Gong requires risking one's life, while Da Gong requires death?

"Remember the Wu Gong and weapons of these few people..."

Liu Liu Shengbin introduced Qiu Qiu Zhengxiong and the other two in detail; afterwards, he slowly rose, and two people walked out from the front and back of the dense forest.

Both were dressed in black with faces covered.

"Hall Master!"

The crowd bowed in greeting.

An San Yuan Wu also bowed slightly, looking at Shen Tu Hong whose face was covered; the latter's gaze was cold and sharp, nodded lightly, and looked toward the distant mountains:

"Prepare yourselves; if even one person escapes, you know the consequences!"

Everyone's hearts chilled; all lowered their heads, stepped back, and dispersed to take up their ambush positions.

Linghu Linghu Baiwan mingled in the crowd; as he left, he glanced at the forest area Shen Tu Hong was looking at; vaguely, he could see a grey eagle circling.

Below it, human figures faintly flashed by.

"Xieshen Sect, Huang Fu Kun..."

Linghu Linghu Baiwan felt slightly relieved; with two He Lian Sui leading, several Through-Pulse great masters, and dozens of Yi Xing cultivators, surely it wouldn't come down to him risking his life?

Hoo~

A grey eagle with a wingspan nearing twelve feet circled at low altitude, the strong wind it raised blowing up snowflakes.

On the hill, Huang Fu Kun still wore attire resembling an old farmer; not far behind him, several people sat or stood, all holding blades and weapons, as if facing a great enemy.

"Han Han Chuijun!"

Glancing with his peripheral vision at the crowd, Huang Fu Kun's eyes were dark and cold.

When he received the order from the Crimson Flame Dragon King to set out, he never expected that leading the experts of the Eight Prefectures Branch of Huizhou to ambush a fallen provincial-level sect that had declined for hundreds of years would result in such heavy losses.

Of the Eight Prefectures Branch Masters, besides Su Su Wanxiong of Zhe Long Fu, there were fourteen Through-Pulse great masters; now, only seven remained.

The other seven, along with two He Lian Zang accomplished executives under his command, all died at the hands of that Han Han Chuijun...

"Hall Master Brother Huangfu, are you confident you can slay Han Han Chuijun?"

The experts of the Xieshen Sect all had their faces uncovered; on the hill, the only one in night-clothes with a covered face, Meng Zhan, spoke softly, glancing at the level-eyebrowed steel staff behind Huang Fu Kun.

That was a quasi-Divine Weapon with nascent spiritual awareness, of extremely high value.

Yet a quasi-Divine Weapon is ultimately not a Divine Weapon...

"My 'Hun Tian Staff'... perhaps, perhaps it cannot break the Crimson Flame Naga Armor, but Han Han Chuijun will surely die here today!"

Huang Fu Kun's heart grew slightly cold.

Given his status and position, acquiring a Divine Weapon was not particularly difficult, but while Divine Weapons are easy to obtain, having them recognize a master is hard; in the Eight Prefectures of Huizhou, with a population of tens of millions, only a dozen or so have had a Divine Weapon recognize them as master; truly, it is one in ten million.

Only a Grandmaster can suppress the spiritual nature of a divine weapon; though he has cultivated his marrow, he possesses no divine weapon.

"Does Huangfutang have other means?"

Meng Zhan's heart stirred slightly; he naturally knew his direct superior, Shen Tu Hong, had also arrived, but he knew Shen Tu Hong's true intent even better.

Helping to surround and slaughter the others was feasible, but engaging in a life-or-death battle with Han Han Chuijun, clad in divine armor, was unlikely.

"A mere Open Meridian practitioner; even if it is Yi Bai Xing, what of it? Without that divine armor, does he deserve to fight me, an old man?"

Huang Fu Kun sneered coldly but said no more.

A mere Open Meridian practitioner...

Meng Zhan's face twitched; he was about to ask when suddenly, the goshawk circling overhead folded its wings and crouched within the shadow of the hill.

"They're here!"

Huang Fu Kun raised his gaze.

The experts behind him also showed signs of agitation, pressing their hands on their blades and weapons, looking coldly down the mountain.

Amidst the wind and snow, eight horses and over ten men galloped forward.

Hoo-hoo~

Amidst the wind and snow, the eight horses galloped silently, with only the snow and mud occasionally rising and falling behind them.

Sha Sha Pingying led the horses at a gallop, his breathing growing rougher, sweat appearing on his forehead.

Although his lightness skill was not poor, having broken through to the Form-Change realm after a bloody battle a few days ago, his endurance was truly no match for these superior Dragon-Horses that travel eight hundred li by day and eight hundred by night.

He was beginning to struggle to hold on; Niu Jun and others who had successfully achieved Form-Change were also breathing heavily.

But everyone remained silent, gritting their teeth as they hurried on; on the three horses ahead, Han Han Chuijun's clothes were ragged, and Lei Lei Jingchuan was already slumped over his horse, his breath faint.

"Stop!"

Suddenly, Han Han Chuijun spoke softly, and the eight galloping Dragon-Horses instantly seemed to strike an invisible barrier, halting their steps in unison.

"Why stop? I can still hold on!"

Jing Jing Shuhu, holding the reins, opened his mouth, and foul blood surged up; his voice was so hoarse it sounded as unpleasant as grinding a blade.

"..."

Sha Sha Pingying, holding the horse, touched the blood dripping onto his shoulder, then looked at Jing Jing Shuhu, who had been struck by eight blades and six swords, his chest almost pierced through.

He finally understood why his master called him 'Old Stubborn Donkey'.

That mouth is truly stubborn; even his qi and blood can no longer be controlled, yet he claims he can still hold on?

"... Truly can still hold on?"

"H-hold on, I can hold on."

Jing Jing Shuhu's voice choked; he closed his mouth, and blood gushed from his nostrils.

"You..."

Han Han Chuijun's face even darkened.

It was Sha Sha Pingying who lowered his head: "Disciple is truly exhausted; may Senior Uncle allow this disciple a rest?"

"Hmm..."

Jing Jing Shuhu reluctantly pushed away Niu Jun and others who wanted to support him, stumbled, and still tried to help Lei Lei Jingchuan.

"Senior Brother, you..."

Lei Lei Jingchuan forced his eyes open.

"Rest for a while."

Han Han Chuijun flipped off his horse and ordered.

His eyes shifted slightly; Sha Sha Pingying had already led several disciples to gather firewood nearby, and within moments, a bonfire was lit.

"Calm your spirit and settle your qi!"

Han Han Chuijun, in a bad mood, pressed Jing Jing Shuhu down beside the bonfire, placed one hand on his back, and expelled internal qi to aid in healing.

His other hand fell upon Lei Lei Jingchuan's back.

"Hmm?"

Above and below the hill, Huang Fu Kun, Shen Tu Hong, and others frowned slightly, having naturally seen the bonfire rising on the mountain path.

"Old Kun, could Han Han Chuijun have discovered something unusual?"

On the hill, a burly man spoke softly; he carried a broad-bladed heavy sword on his back, nearly two meters long and over a meter wide, like a door panel.

This man was named Qi Qi Xinghao, the master of the Changlin Prefecture branch, who had once received guidance from Master Baili Lei Jingchuan and was famous for his hard-body cultivation.

"Hmm..."

Internal qi surged around Huang Fu Kun, his eyes glowing as he gazed into the distance; through the wind and snow, he faintly saw the figure sitting cross-legged by the bonfire.

It seemed they were healing injuries?

"How are the injuries of Jing Jing Shuhu and the other?"

Huang Fu Kun asked; he had only ordered to leave survivors alive to lure Han Han Chuijun, but did not know the specific condition of those two.

"Following your command, there are no fatal wounds, but without a spiritual pill, they will never recover in this lifetime!"

Qi Qi Xinghao sneered:

"That surnamed Lei took one of my strikes; if he doesn't die, his spine will be broken in half!"

"Is that so?"

Huang Fu Kun's heart stirred slightly; he glanced at Meng Zhan:

"Tell Shen Tu Hong not to act for now..."

"Hm?"

Meng Zhan couldn't see that far; at these words, he frowned.

"That Han Han Chuijun is healing those two right now…"

"So that's how it is."

Meng Zhan suddenly understood, yet couldn't help sneering inwardly.

Huang Fu Kun spoke as if he looked down on Han Han Chuijun, yet inwardly feared him deeply; even with Brother Brother Shentu standing guard, he still wanted to drain his internal Qi…

"Duan Ying, hide with your bow—when Qiu Qiu Zhengxiong appears, shoot him dead immediately!"

Huang Fu Kun ordered.

The old man, holding a longbow, nodded and vanished into the snowstorm.

"Kun Lao?"

After Meng Zhan left, Qi Qi Xinghao lowered his voice, clearly dissatisfied: "These Wutang people clearly want us to lead the charge…"

"Today is not like before. When dealing with Wutang people from now on, be extremely cautious."

Huang Fu Kun cut him off, scanning the group with a warning gaze.

Some frowned, some fell silent, others nodded.

Huang Fu Kun watched them all, and inwardly sighed.

A year ago—or even half a year ago—he might never have allowed Wutang to hold back and not advance, but now it was different…

"The Wuzhen King…"

Huang Fu Kun stood amid the snowstorm, gazing at the bonfire on the mountain path.

Soon, half an hour passed…

An hour passed.

"Kun Lao!"

Seeing the snow piled higher than his ankles, Qi Qi Xinghao grew impatient:

"If we wait any longer, dawn will break!"

Snow had settled on Huang Fu Kun's body; he gave a light shake, his face darkening:

"Move!"

…

"Huuu!"

"Ssssh!"

By the bonfire, Sha Sha Pingying and the others sat cross-legged; after eating their rations, they seized the moment to swallow pills and regulate their breath. Their long, steady breathing merged into one continuous sound, as if even the snow and wind were held at bay.

"Cough, cough~"

Jing Jing Shuhu's complexion had improved slightly; he no longer spat blood. Hearing the snores behind him, he couldn't help but admire them.

This old man truly had a big heart…

"What's the rush? Every moment we delay helps. I haven't slept in days—can't I take a little nap?"

Han Han Chuijun yawned; after napping for over an hour, he felt refreshed, brimming with energy, and his injuries seemed to have improved considerably.

Still, he didn't rise—only swallowed pill after pill, glancing at Lei Lei Jingchuan:

"How about Old Lei? Can you still fight?"

"... Below the Passage Opening, I can barely hold my own."

Lei Lei Jingchuan smiled bitterly; he didn't have Jing Jing Shuhu's stubbornness. His face had regained some color, but he still couldn't straighten his back—every slight movement made his exposed spine click and crack.

His injuries were no lighter than Jing Jing Shuhu's; without that Transformation Dragon Pill, he might have died halfway.

"If only we had a Transformation Dragon Pill…"

Gazing at the dark hill, Jing Jing Shuhu sighed.

"Even if we did, what then? The wounds would still be wounds, still won't heal—better to give it to that boy; maybe it'll help him join the Dragon Tiger Temple."

Lei Lei Jingchuan tugged at his lips, forcing himself to stand. He tore off his outer robe and bound his exposed spine to his waist; cold sweat immediately slid down his forehead.

"Aren't you afraid of dying?"

Jing Jing Shuhu drew a deep breath; his chest rose, then quickly sank again: "No good—too many wounds. I can't control my internal Qi—it'll leak."

Both stood up. Sha Sha Pingying, Niu Jun, and the others rose silently too, ignoring their sorrow, gripping their weapons tightly.

On the hill, shadowy figures streamed down in a line; even from afar, the glint of swords and blades could be seen—each was a famed weapon…

"Old man, handle everyone below Passage Opening."

Han Han Chuijun sat last; only when Huang Fu Kun's figure came into view did he swallow his final pill and slowly rise:

"Everyone above Passage Opening—I'll handle!"

Huh-huh~

Seated like a stone, he rose with blood and Qi surging like fire; Han Han Chuijun's hair and robes flared, and the snow and wind within ten zhang instantly reversed, repelled outward.

A li away, Huang Fu Kun's foot halted; behind him, everyone's faces twitched.

In the night, his blood and Qi surged like smoke from a wolf's den, scattering the snowstorm, burning like a forge's furnace—even from this distance, one could almost feel the heat.

"Yi Bai Xing…"

Huang Fu Kun's eyelid twitched; such vigorous blood and Qi rivaled his own, even surpassing it with a touch of savagery.

Had he not seen it with his own eyes, he simply could not believe this was merely a Passage Opening martial artist.

He himself felt this way—behind him, Qi Qi Xinghao and the others felt sweat form in their palms, their mouths dry. As Passage Opening martial artists themselves, their shock was even greater.

"Han Han Chuijun!"

Huang Fu Kun spoke; behind him, the group fanned out.

Beyond a few li, Sha Sha Pingying and others also drew their swords and blades.

Only Han Han Chuijun and his two companions acted as if no one else were present, even chatting about an incident from many years ago.

"Han Han Chuijun."

Jing Jing Shuhu, clutching a hand hammer in his grip, spoke in a low voice:

"At this point, this old man only wishes to ask you one question..."

Han Han Chuijun glanced at him: "If you wish to ask, then ask. Why call me by name?"

"Fifty-six years ago, on the way down the mountain after accepting a mission, was it you who ambushed and attempted to kill Xiuxiu?!"

Jing Jing Shuhu's voice rose several octaves, causing Sha Sha Pingying and others' hearts to pound wildly; this was a cold case from the Divine Weapon Valley back in the day.

Precisely because of this matter, Han Han Chuijun and Jing Jing Shuhu, once sworn brothers, once turned into enemies.

"Senior Brother!"

Lei Lei Jingchuan, having not expected this old fellow to ask such a thing, tried to stop him.

"This matter has weighed on this old man's heart for fifty-six years..."

Jing Jing Shuhu merely looked at Han Han Chuijun, his eyes unmoving:

"Was it or was it not?"

"Hmm..."

Han Han Chuijun frowned, somewhat puzzled:

"Xiuxiu? Who is that?"

"Ah!"

"Han Han Chuijun, you!"

Jing Jing Shuhu nearly vomited blood.

"Hahaha!"

Han Han Chuijun laughed loudly and strode forward; his clothes fluttered, and his robust blood qi ignited fiercely like fire:

"If you wish to know, you must survive first!"

Boom!

With his step, patches of red dragon scales grew from his body at a speed visible to the naked eye, covering his entire form!

Simultaneously, his figure shot up from normal size to over nine chi; dragon armor and a dragon helmet enveloped his body, resembling a shape-shifting dragon demon,

roaring as he charged at Huang Fu Kun.

He extended one arm; the Wind-Thunder Ruyi Mace, originally arm-length, swelled with the wind, transforming into a twelve-foot heavy hammer, carrying the momentum of a shifting mountain, and crashed down with a thunderous boom:

"Last time you escaped; this time, I shall make up for it!"

"Arrogant!"

Huang Fu Kun flew into a rage, drew the steel staff from behind his back, and strode forward to meet the attack.

Wild true qi surged around him; the true qi was pale yellow like earth, layered like waves, and around his body, it formed a ferocious, vicious golden violent ape, complete with whiskers and hair, vivid and lifelike.

From a distance of several li, Sha Sha Pingying and others heard a shrill ape roar piercing the clouds.

Boom!

The golden ape roared in anger; the long staff swelled with the wind, twelve feet, three zhang...

In an instant, it became ten zhang long, thick as a water vat, the staff pointing to the sky; the wind and snow filling the heavens were stirred and torn apart. The momentum was so fierce that even Qi Qi Xinghao and others charging behind him felt terrified.

This was the first time they had seen a master who had successfully refined their marrow unleash their full power at such close range.

Strength extends one chi, qi reaches three zhang; but for those whose internal qi has transformed into true qi, the qi empowering their weapons can extend far beyond three zhang.

At this moment, the long staff broke through the air, ten zhang in size; beneath it, the long hammer instantly became a short weapon.

Boom!

A distance of one li seemed non-existent between the two men; the thunderous sound exploded along with the ape's roar.

In an instant, earth and stones flew, mud and sand rolled; the violent blood qi and the air waves carried by the internal qi spread wildly in all directions, forcing the people around them to retreat.

Bang!

After a momentary stalemate, Huang Fu Kun stepped back; within the air waves, Han Han Chuijun was blasted backward. Even with the divine armor's support, he could not withstand a direct clash with a master who had refined their marrow.

Struck by a single blow, he was blasted backward over ten zhang; his feet touched the ground, leaving deep tracks in the snow, kicking up mud, earth, and stones to a height of several chi.

"Die!"

Huang Fu Kun's voice was like an ape's roar, sharp and shrill.

After the strike, he rose from the ground, leaping over ten zhang; the long staff, wrapped in wind and snow, crashed down like thunder.

This strike was Must be heavier than the previous one!

True Jianghu combat has no probing with single moves or techniques; once action is taken, it is a killing move; once action is taken, life and death must be decided!

"Old Han!"

Seeing such momentum, Sha Sha Pingying and others were all terrified; Qi Qi Xinghao and others also subconsciously slowed their steps, seemingly awed by the staff's momentum.

But Han Han Chuijun, who was in the direct path of the attack, instead laughed loudly:

"Good, good!"

Laughing, he stomped his foot and let out a long roar:

"Thunder!"

Boom!

His landing was like thunder exploding; the snow within a radius of ten zhang sank uniformly; the terrifying force, through recoil, surged through his entire body in layers.

With this exhalation and vocalization by Han Han Chuijun, those closest could even see tangible qi clouds gushing out from his throat,

The word 'Thunder' is not merely the word 'Thunder'.

His voice seemed to transform into the most fierce and violent thunder between heaven and earth, erupting violently!

Thunder spewed from his mouth!

Mid-air, Huang Fu Kun's eyelid twitched—this was an extremely advanced Yin Bo Gong, and moreover, it contained the form of heaven and earth's thunder.

A single breath expelled, actually breaking the limit that true qi could not—qi unleashed within ten zhang—striking like a Lei She straight toward his face.

"Bang!"

Huang Fu Kun blocked it with a horizontal staff, his staff momentum unavoidably draining away. His body spun, he landed, retreated, and only felt his ears buzzing, as if they had been shaken to bleeding.

"Yin Bo Gong!"

Several li away, Shen Tu Hong could not help but raise a brow, and before his words of admiration had even landed, he heard another character explode like thunder, echoing like a dragon's cry.

"Dragon!"

Several li away, Lei Yuan only felt thunder rolling, and the flood-dragon horse beneath him took fright, letting out a 'xi-lü-lü' whinny.

"This voice?!"

Lei Yuan tapped his foot, galloped forward, passed through a stretch of dense forest, and saw in the distance red and blue intermingling, as if fire and thunder had exploded like waves.

In a daze, he only felt heaven and earth darken.

From within the tide-like surge of qi, a thunder dragon leapt forth—woven of lightning, painted in raging fire, combining the strengths of a hundred beasts, savage and majestic!

This is……

"Hundred Beast Thunder Dragon!"