Chapter 451

Wang Yangming did not retreat in the slightest, merely saying,

"Our dynasty's founding emperor once said, so long as the realm bears the surname Zhu, anyone may sit the throne — everything depends on a man's own ability."

"Everything I do is merely in accordance with the ancestral teachings."

"As for you, if you want the throne, that is not impossible."

"But why did you incite three hundred thousand border troops to march south, plunging Great Ming into misery and ruin?"

"And you even openly declared you would slaughter the city!"

"Are you still a son of the Zhu clan, still of the founding emperor's bloodline?"

"Do you think you still deserve to be?"

A thorough tongue-lashing, and right in front of his own army of three hundred thousand.

Zhu Wushi's face could no longer hold itself together in an instant.

But Wang Yangming's strength was far above his own.

For a moment, Zhu Wushi's face swelled almost the color of pork liver with rage.

"Master Fist Dao, everything is settled."

After a long hesitation, Zhu Wushi bent at the waist and bowed to a tall, burly man behind him.

"Boy, you've agreed?"

Master Fist Dao asked playfully.

"Agreed! So long as Master Fist Dao, you can help me break into Jingcheng."

"Henceforth you shall be Great Ming's Chief National Guardian!"

"Great Ming's dragon qi shall be shared with you!"

Zhu Wushi understood what Master Fist Dao meant and made the pledge openly on the spot.

"Gaga ga… yoshi yoshi!"

Master Fist Dao let out a string of strange laughter, cracking his knuckles with a series of pops, his neck swaying nonstop — it looked like he was warming up.

"They said the Central Plains people had backbone — and yet a single Celestial Being stage expert is more than they can handle, they need daddy to step in."

"Fine! Once I obtain your Great Ming's dragon qi,"

"my Fist Void Extreme Art will finally be able to advance one more step!"

This man was a top expert from You Dongying of Yunzhou, reputed to have martial talent second to none in Yunzhou.

From the age of twelve, he had cultivated You Dongying fist arts.

By fifteen, he had fully comprehended them and mastered the Fist Void Extreme Art!

He was the foremost fist artist of You Dongying, and so was honored as the Fist Dao God of You Dongying!

His junior brother was none other than Jue Wushen, who set the record for the fastest fall from the rankings!

This time he had been lured out by the pretext that Great Ming's dragon qi could help him break through, to come and aid Zhu Wushi.

Master Fist Dao was a martial arts fanatic — so long as he could break through the upper limits of the martial Dao, he would do anything.

"You Central Plains man over there, this old man will give you one chance — come down and meet your death!"

With a light swing of his long fist, a fist seal rapidly condensed atop Master Fist Dao's fist.

Then the fist seal shot forth and struck the city wall directly.

Boom!

Upon the immensely sturdy city wall, a massive fist seal was left behind!

The entire face of the wall had nearly cracked apart.

The defending troops on the wall were all sent staggering in an instant.

"Is that even human? One punch and he wrecked the city wall?"

"Looks like there's no fighting this time…"

The secret agents of the Dragon Guardian Shanzhuang hidden upon the city wall once again began setting the tempo.

The morale that Wang Yangming had barely managed to lift now plummeted even harder.

"Supreme Mythical Realm…"

Wang Yangming's face grew grim — he knew today's matter would be hard to resolve.

But inwardly he was also grumbling,

In the past, let alone a Supreme Mythical Realm expert, even ordinary supreme masters, or land immortals, were exceedingly rare.

Now that this age of great contention had come, it had truly become a world where Celestial Beings were worse than dogs, and Mythical experts roamed everywhere.

His position as Great Ming's National Guardian felt rather uncertain.

But for a mere You Dongying man to come and lord it over the Central Plains people —

win or lose, Wang Yangming did not wish to retreat.

"Mr., is it very difficult?"

The Wang Shizi of the South was also pale-faced at this moment, but still maintained a certain regal bearing.

"Difficult or not, it must be done! How can the Central Plains be allowed to run wild with You Dongying men?"

"And how could my Great Ming's dragon qi be made cheap for these foreign thieves."

Wang Yangming raised his long sword and roared,

"If I die today, then so be it — Wang Shouren goes forth!"

Saying so, he charged straight down from the city wall.

Using the dive from the high ground, he unleashed his lifetime's ultimate learning in one strike.

This sword strike was one in which he took his renowned philosophy of the Mind as the foundation, supplemented by the essential meanings of the three teachings—Buddhism, Daoism, and Confucianism—and fused them into his sword art.

He named it the "Three Absolutes Heart Sword!"

Once the sword came forth, it carried not only the grand Buddhist dharma of Chan chanting, but also the Daoist non-action and purity, and further the Confucian uprightness and gentleness.

Where the heart goes, all before it are swept away.

The moment the sword intent arose, Zhu Wushi was secretly struck with dread.

"Lucky I didn't stubbornly take on Wang Yangming alone—this sword strike is far too terrifying…"

The thirty-six Yuan Tiangang behind him, without realizing it, had sunk into the essential meanings of these three teachings.

Some simply picked up what was in their hands, wanting to shave off their own heads.

Some felt life held nothing to cling to, and prepared to ascend and become immortals.

Seeing this, Zhu Wushi felt he had lost all face even more, yet could not refuse to save them,

and swiftly knocked the thirty-six Yuan Tiangang down one after another, pulling them out of danger.

Only with this, not a single person was left beside Zhu Wushi, as if he had become a bare-bones commander!

"Boy, your sword intent is not bad, I must say."

"But all your flashy tricks—though they look like a fusion of the three teachings, in truth your own mind is the master."

"It's a pity your heart has attachments, which is why you've remained all along at the Heavenly Being Realm."

"If you could see through your own heart-tribulation and break through to the supreme Mythical Realm, this old man might still fear you three parts."

"Now, come and die for this old man!"

Fist Dao God watched this unique sword intent come at him, not flustered in the slightest, and instead offered a running critique and rebuke.

By the time he finished speaking, the sword intent had nearly reached the point of piercing his skin.

Only then did this burly man let out a great shout,

"Fist Shatters the Void!"

Both fists, without any warning, struck out in a single punch.

This punch, on the surface, looked utterly unremarkable.

Yet the sword intent that met it was directly shattered by him.

What was more terrifying, this punch of his seemed to have even caved in space itself.

In midair, a sizable void black hole actually formed.

No matter how unique Wang Yangming's sword intent was, encountering this void black hole, it was directly drawn away.

Even Wang Yangming himself was pulled by the void black hole, unable to keep his footing.

"Gah gah gah! Central Plains man, die!"