Chapter 452

Fist Dao God let out another strange laugh, the muscles on his arms swelling once more.

A massive surge of true essence burst forth, mobilizing a great deal of the power of heaven and earth, pouring it into this void black hole.

With this, the power of the void black hole grew even greater.

"Sigh! I never expected this You Dongying man to be so strong…"

Wang Yangming saw the situation and knew that today, he could hardly escape with his life.

"Enough, enough! Even if today I have to throw away a hundred years of cultivation, even if my body dies and my Dao vanishes, I still must slay this man."

Having thought it through, Wang Yangming, suspended in midair, let out a furious roar.

One could see his aura suddenly climb step by step; his cultivation, originally at late-stage Heavenly Being, rapidly surged toward the peak of Heavenly Being.

The suction of the void black hole naturally affected him less and less.

"Kid… you've really gone all out, huh!"

"But so what! The gap in strength can't be solved just by going all out."

Fist Dao God grinned ferociously, his twin fists shifting once more,

"Fine, since you want to go all out, I respect you as an opponent."

"Fist Extreme Maha Wuliang!"

The original void black hole abruptly shrank, settling onto Fist Dao God's fist.

For a moment, one could not tell whether Fist Dao God's fist had become the void black hole,

or the void black hole had merged into his fist.

"Come and die for me!"

"Is it the wind that moves, or the tree?"

"No, it is your heart that moves!"

Wang Yangming seemed to be conversing with the void, asking a strange question.

The next instant, Wang Yangming's chest burst open, countless streams of fresh blood staining his Confucian robe.

"Ao…"

From within the dragon veins of Great Ming Jingcheng, countless streams of dragon qi surged forth, converging upon Wang Yangming's body.

At this moment, Wang Yangming's strength rocketed upward, directly ascending into the Supreme Mythical Realm.

Dragon qi swirled around him, as if he had transformed into a golden-armored war god!

284 - Life and Death Talisman!

"Japanese pirates! How dare you offend the might of Great Ming! Heaven's punishment!"

Wang Yangming gripped his long sword, thrusting diagonally downward, the dragon qi moving with it.

Together with his sword intent, he attacked toward Fist Dao God.

"Heh! I won't lose to a mere Mao Touxiaozi like you."

At this point, Fist Dao God no longer held the certainty of victory in his heart.

But he was a martial arts fanatic, and never feared a contest of Biwu Sect skills.

His twin fists Lu Tengkong, directly striking the void black hole out!

This was his strongest move!

Under the guidance of Wang Yangming's sword intent, the Great Ming dragon qi's power surged greatly.

It directly clashed fiercely in midair with Fist Dao God's fist-intent void black hole.

Those nearby—whether it was Cao Zhengchun battling the Four Great Secret Agents, or Zhu Wushi,

or even the garrison soldiers standing atop the city wall—

were all sent tumbling by the shockwaves of this great battle.

Those with weaker cultivation were actually killed on the spot by the shock.

The two ultimate moves clashed together, fighting for quite a while.

Unfortunately, Wang Yangming's sword intent was the first to give way.

After all, he had burned the essence of the Three Teachings, collapsing his own Heart-Study power, to forcibly elevate his cultivation realm.

This kind of advancement not only cost him his life, but also could not last.

That he held on so long was only because the Heart-Study he cultivated shared some connection with the path of the spirit.

Hence his astonishing willpower allowed him to do so.

But Fist Dao God's realm and cultivation far surpassed his own, and his talent was even more terrifying.

Unable to break the stalemate, his heart's blood was exhausted, and his sword intent naturally could not be sustained.

Without the guidance of sword intent, the Great Ming dragon qi gradually fell silent, returning to the dragon veins.

"What a pity… I cannot slay this villain and protect Great Ming."

With death at hand, Wang Yangming's face turned deathly pale, and he sighed softly.

"Hehehe! Central Plains men truly lack endurance, go die!"

Fist Dao God was overjoyed; this battle, in the end, was his victory.

Although his win was not easy either—if Wang Yangming had held on just a moment longer,

he too would most likely have fallen to his knees.

Unfortunately, there are no 'ifs'!

"Die! Central Plains man, after you die, I will dig out your skull and make it into a wine cup."

"This is my final respect for you."

Fist Dao God said with utter cruelty, his body soaring up, preparing to finish off the guttering Wang Yangming.

"When did the Central Plains ever need a little devil like you to run wild?"

Just then, a Daoist of immortal bearing suddenly appeared behind Wang Yangming.

One hand pressed against Wang Yangming's back, channeling a stream of green true essence into him.

The other hand struck out directly with a palm.

That palm was light and ethereal, leisurely and elegant, yet contained within it a force utterly rigid and blazingly hot.

Fist Dao God was greatly alarmed, but realizing this was no time to retreat, still threw a punch.

Boom!

A violent burst of sound rang out as fist met palm.

That pair of iron fists, which had always been invincible and could even transform into a void black hole—

Beneath this seemingly weightless, almost powerless palm—

The fist itself was directly ground to powder.

"Ah… you've destroyed my Dao cultivation…"

Fist Dao God went mad—his entire cultivation came from that pair of iron fists.

Yet now, after a single clash, his fists had been inexplicably dissolved away.

Didn't this mean he was crippled?

"How noisy…"

The Daoist flipped his palm, and several clumps of ice suddenly shot out from its center.

Fist Dao God tried to dodge, but where could he possibly evade to?

Those clumps of ice were as if they had grown eyes, piercing straight into several of his vital acupoints.

Then they burrowed along the acupoints into his meridians.

"What have you done to me?"

Fist Dao God demanded in rapid succession—the ice clumps didn't look like much.

But anyone with sense knew that move was no simple matter.

"This is the Life-and-Death Talisman! You You Dongying man, arrogant and ignorant—your poor Daoist shall grant you a life where you cannot live and cannot die!"

The Daoist answered coldly and sternly.

"Ah…"

As he finished explaining, Fist Dao God suddenly felt as if his whole body were crawling with insects, gnawing at his flesh and bone.

Instinctively he tried to scratch, but sadly both his fists had already been destroyed.

With no recourse, he howled pitifully, rolling on the ground without cease.