Chapter 762

The Twenty-Four Solar Terms are still at mid-stage Heavenly Being!

Hearing Hanba's words and comparing them, all the experts present, except for Tianmo Cang Qu, felt two words surge in their hearts:

Absurd!

Truly absurd—absurdity itself opened the door for absurdity, utterly absurd!

Does this mean the Wu Dangqixia are higher than the Twenty-Four Solar Terms?

Possible?

Cang Qu remained silent for a long time, his gaze flickering as he continued observing the battle over there.

As time passed, the battle between the Wu Dangqixia and the Long Xiang Seng grew increasingly intense.

At first, the Long Xiang Seng didn't even use his signature Long Xiang Banruo Gong, relying purely on his vast true qi to make the Wu Dangqixia retreat out of despair.

After all, regardless of other factors, their Master was Zhang Sanfeng, one of the Seven Dragon Lords of the Qinglong Society.

This Great Yuan Imperial Protector and Offering would not dare harm the Wu Dangqixia lightly.

His own death was minor; what mattered was provoking the Qinglong Society's retaliation.

But later, he finally used the Long Xiang Banruo Gong.

His full strength, such as the martial path evolved from his aura domain,

and the martial path's conceptual projection—the Long Xiang phantom shadow—

nearly every bottom-line technique unique to the Mythical Realm, he gradually unveiled.

Each time he revealed one, he believed the Wu Dangqixia were about to collapse, that the Zhenwu Seven-Cut Array was on the verge of breaking.

Indeed, as he expected, each time he unveiled one, the Wu Dangqixia nearly spat blood, appearing on the verge of collapse.

Yet for some reason, after enduring one or two strikes, they revived instantly, full of vigor again.

The same techniques could no longer threaten them a second time.

By now, the Long Xiang Seng had yet to use his final bottom-line technique.

His full strength had almost been pushed to its absolute limit.

Even so, he still could not break through the Zhenwu Seven-Cut Array.

On the contrary, he felt that if he continued fighting, he would be driven to the brink and forced to unleash his ultimate technique.

Then be trapped and perish within this great array.

Had his eight lifetimes of arduous cultivation finally led him to die here?

The Long Xiang Seng's expression wavered—was this unexpected moment of life and death arriving so suddenly?

"Put down the killing blade, and instantly become a Buddha!"

Just as the Long Xiang Seng, in despair, prepared to unleash his final technique and settle matters with the Wu Dangqixia,

a voice, neither male nor female, indistinguishable in age, suddenly echoed through this realm.

Instantly, the Zhenwu Seven-Cut Array, which had been seamless and was about to drive the Long Xiang Seng to the brink, suddenly malfunctioned.

Immediately afterward, Mo Shenggu's face flushed red; he was the first to spit out a mouthful of blood, then rapidly withered and collapsed to one side.

"Seventh brother…"

The current Zhenwu Seven-Cut Array required perfect mental unity, merging spirit and intent into one.

The Wu Dangqixia, through the array, had long known each other's conditions.

They knew Mo Shenggu had held on this long by exhausting his heart's blood and even his potential.

Now seeing him, drained to the point of death, collapse beside them and sever his connection with the other six,

the six Wu Dangqixia were stunned, abandoning all effort to maintain the array, rushing to save Mo Shenggu.

"Perfect opportunity!"

With Mo Shenggu's collapse, the array was about to shatter.

The Long Xiang Seng rejoiced wildly, immediately surging his true qi, as roars of dragon and elephant erupted from his entire body, ready to utterly shatter the Zhenwu Seven-Cut Array.

566 Today's battle, to the death

"How dare you!"

Just as the Long Xiang Seng sought to break the array with a decisive strike,

suddenly a figure appeared before him.

The man opened and closed his hands, and a Taiji Yin-Yang diagram drifted before him.

The Long Xiang Seng's certain-to-succeed strike struck the Taiji Yin-Yang diagram but stirred not the slightest ripple.

Then the man gently pushed forward, and a mountain-collapsing, sea-reversing force surged toward the Long Xiang Seng.

"The Way of Yin and Yang, balancing hardness and softness—Zhang Sanfeng truly lives up to his name!"

Seeing the terrifying force, amplified by his own, and then glancing at the man's attire, the Long Xiang Seng recognized his identity.

It was none other than the Seven Dragon Lords of the Qinglong Society, the founder of Wu Dang—Zhang Sanfeng.

He had never expected this man to be so young, yet already beginning to comprehend one of the Three Thousand Great Dao—Yin and Yang.

More crucially, his mastery of Yin and Yang was already profound.

Not only had he achieved balance between hardness and softness, but also mutual complementation of Yin and Yang.

The palm strike the Long Xiang Seng had launched with all his might was transformed by Zhang Sanfeng.

Not only did it strike back fiercely, but with the added Yin-Yang Dao, it multiplied into three or five additional palm strikes.

Each one higher than the last!

Anyone else would have suffered severe internal injuries under this relentless, wave-like barrage.

But the Long Xiang Seng was the Great Yuan Imperial Protector, a Gao Seng of Mingwang Temple, and the No. 19 on the Heavenly Dao Golden List—a supreme expert.

As Zhang Sanfeng's Yin-Yang Dao-reversed palm strikes arrived, the Long Xiang Seng roared again.

A golden dragon and a white elephant appeared behind him.

This afterimage had already completely transcended the category of mere afterimages.

It was as lifelike as if the golden dragon and white elephant had truly manifested in the world.

Then the Long Xiang Seng pushed forward another palm strike, which met the palm technique infused with Zhang Sanfeng's Yin-Yang Dao.

Boom—

The clash of these two masters' palms echoed like thunder shaking the heavens.

A powerful shockwave rapidly spread outward from the point where their palms collided.

The Wu Dangqixia, whose cultivation was mediocre, were blown backward repeatedly by this shockwave.

Only after retreating over a hundred steps did they barely stop, but in doing so, they had moved beyond the core battlefield and were thus safe.

The shockwave continued to rage, and in the blink of an eye, it obliterated every single thing within a radius of one li.

"Excellent! I never expected the Seventh Dragon Head to have reached such cultivation!"

When the shockwave subsided, Long Xiang Seng saw Zhang Sanfeng standing firm in place, and could not help but praise aloud.

Zhang Sanfeng had appeared on the Heavenly Dao Golden List very early—he ranked thirty-third.

Long Xiang Seng ranked nineteenth.

From the rankings alone, Long Xiang Seng should have crushed Zhang Sanfeng effortlessly.

Yet this palm clash, and their reactions afterward—

The founder of Wu Dang, the Seventh Dragon Head of the Qinglong Society, had nearly matched Long Xiang Seng's cultivation.

After all, Zhang Sanfeng had no enhancement from the True Wu Seven-Cut Formation.

To match Long Xiang Seng's palm strike with his own raw cultivation alone was truly terrifying.

"Long Xiang, you slaughtered over a hundred of my Wu Dang disciples. Today's battle ends only in death."

Zhang Sanfeng said nothing more; after uttering those words, he charged forward directly.

Tai Chi Fist, in others' hands, was a slow-moving martial art.

But in Zhang Sanfeng's hands, it shifted between sudden speed and deliberate slowness—fast when he willed it, slow when he chose.

Wherever his fist and palm shadows struck, Yin-Yang Tai Chi fish patterns enhanced them, making their power truly formidable.

Long Xiang Seng knew Zhang Sanfeng had come with no intention other than mutual destruction.

Taking advantage of the moment he spoke, he steadied his breath, then, seeing Zhang Sanfeng charge, he met the assault without yielding.

If others sought to kill him, would he simply stand still and await death?

Long Xiang Seng's palms flew up and down; his palm and fist techniques could not match the subtlety of Tai Chi Fist.

Yet every punch and every palm strike he delivered invoked the Dragon Elephant Prajna Art.