On Dong Mountain.
In order to ensure the harmony and ruthlessness of this strike, Sigu Jian had poured all of his energy into it. If he had to deal with the flowing cloud Ye Liuyun sent out, he would have to pull back his sword. If he didn't, he could only attack the enemy's weakness. However, he could only split out a sliver of his attention. Of the five people present, the only person he could kill with just a sliver of his attention was the Qing Kingdom's Emperor, who had an empty aura.
It had to be said that from the beginning of Sigu Jian's attack, in terms of aura and intelligence, he had suppressed Ye Liuyun. At this moment, he gave Ye Liuyun a difficult problem and a surprise.
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What made Sigu Jian surprised, angry, uneasy, and at a loss was that Ye Liuyun did not pay any attention to the empty sword Sigu Jian held. That ball of flowing cloud continued to move toward his face.
The empty sword in his hand, after emitting a faint 'chi' sound, pierced through the wet stone slabs of the mountain peak and fell into the air.
The bright yellow and dim eyes on the dragon robe suddenly and strangely disappeared from the front of the empty sword.
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On the summit of Dong Mountain, four Great Grandmasters, and an Emperor. Everything seemed to take a long time. In reality, it only happened in a second. In this second, Sigu Jian used the sword in his hand to pick up Ye Liuyun's cloud and used the empty sword to stab toward the Qing Emperor. On the other side of this second, an even more hair-raising story happened.
This story happened at the beginning of this second.
When Sigu Jian's sword flew to within a foot of the Qing Emperor's back, the Emperor had already sighed darkly and released the old hand that had been holding Eunuch Hong the entire time. It was as if he did not want this old man to be unable to enjoy the last battle of his life.
At this moment, the Northern Qi Imperial Advisor Ku He's hand was perseveringly brushing against old Eunuch Hong's chest. This brush and press, with his thumb and index finger slightly apart, was like a cool breeze brushing against a mountain. It was gentle and natural. It was completely different from the storm and lightning around them. However, when the wind brushed past, the mountain was thrown into chaos for no reason.
Old Eunuch Hong gazed calmly at Ku He's face. His hands were like a pair of dragon whips, twisting and changing shape as they climbed onto Ku He's right arm. However, they did not stop his brush.
With a muffled thud, old Eunuch Hong's chest completely shattered. Under Ku He's natural and refreshing brush that contained the might of heaven and earth, his sternum was like a fragile piece of tofu. They all collapsed and caved in.
Blood gushed out of old Eunuch Hong's nose, mouth, nose, and mouth. His life force was rapidly drained away as his sternum caved in, his blood gushed out wildly, and his vital energy flowed out. However, there was a hint of a faint smile, mockery, and killing intent in his aged eyes.
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An abyss-like feeling of emptiness came from his palm. Master Ku He's pupils suddenly constricted.
This was the oldest Great Grandmaster present, the uncle of the founding Emperor of Northern Qi, and the once brilliant Ascetic Monk of the Wei Kingdom. No one knew how many things had happened in his life. He had gone to the Temple to seek the way and discussed martial arts with the world. His temperament was steady and natural. No one could compare to him. Today, the four Great Grandmasters were gathered at Dong Mountain. He had to pick up his sense of gain and loss again. He had to pull the heart of victory and defeat back into his hands.
The Tyrannical zhenqi emanating from the body of this old eunuch, who had hidden himself in the Qing Kingdom for many years, was like the dry wind in the surroundings. The realm hidden within was, without question, that he was already a proper Grandmaster. Thus, Master Ku He did not hold back. He did not dare to hold back. This second brush of Leaning against the mountains and rivers already contained the bottomless Heaven's Path zhenqi in his body.
In a battle between Great Grandmasters, some shocking changes could happen at any time. Thus, when Ku He's brush landed on old Eunuch Hong's chest, he did not feel a glimmer of joy.
The first brush had already been forcefully bounced back by the Tyrannical zhenqi in old Eunuch Hong's body. Although this kind of qi circulation method was overly Tyrannical and could not be maintained for long, Ku He thought that old Eunuch Hong would certainly have a way to deal with his second brush.
However, old Eunuch Hong did not manage to block this brush. His chest shattered. The Tyrannical aura on the old eunuch's body disappeared without a trace in an instant. No one knew where it had gone.
Even if old Eunuch Hong's chest suddenly became a metal plate and grew a second head, perhaps Ku He would not be surprised.
Yet, this scene made Ku He feel incredulous. Where did the abundant and irresistible Tyrannical zhenqi go? In the end, a Great Grandmaster was a person and not a god. Even with his and Sigu Jian's miraculous cultivation, it was impossible for them to abruptly disperse the aura that had already reached the peak of the human world in such a short time.
It was like a ball filled with energy. How could it completely dissipate in an instant?
The transfer of any kind of energy always required time. The shorter the time, the more terrifying the shaking during this process.
Regardless of whether it was Ku He, Sigu Jian, or Ye Liuyun, if they were like old Eunuch Hong and completely released all of the zhenqi in their bodies in such a short time, they could not avoid the fate of their bodies falling apart and dying in the next moment.
Why? Why could old Eunuch Hong do this? Why did he dare to do this?
Ku He's pupils constricted. A raindrop stopped half an inch in front of his eyelids, reflecting a faint black light.
He unconsciously sensed an unfamiliar sense of danger, the sense of death. In his long journey of life, the last time Master Ku He had sunk into such a state of mind was when he reunited with the blind man in the fifth year of the Qing calendar. However, the danger he sensed then was not as great as now.
When these thoughts swept through Master Ku He's mind like a sky full of raindrops, his gentle right hand had already shattered Hong Siyang's sternum. Like a hot knife through butter, it broke through the thin and old body and extended out from his back. His heart, which had been shattered into five pieces, sprayed out arrows of blood in a frightening manner under the still curtain of raindrops.
Hong Siyang was already dead. No one could survive after their heart had been shattered. His body was bent. He no longer had the god-like domineering appearance that Sigu Jian had when he ascended the mountain. Instead, he was like a pitiful dwarf, covered in blood, hanging from Ku He's right hand.
Hong Siyang was not dead. Although his heart had been shattered and his breath was gone, the Meridians in his body still maintained the state they were in before he died. All of his zhenqi was desperately being released toward heaven and earth. From the end of his Meridians, it scattered into the surrounding nature. It was like a black hole. Although it was deathly still, it relied on some miraculous law and used his body and Meridians as a bridge to send out, absorb, and dim.
Including the arm in his body.
Master Ku He had used all of his strength in this brush. The abundant zhenqi in his body seeped out from every pore and inch of skin. Following Hong Siyang's reversal of the secret method that used his life as the price, it endlessly leaked outwards.
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Ku He's eyes lit up. It was not an understanding. It was a feeling. The raindrop less than an inch in front of his eyes was still floating in the air. He already understood that he had fallen into a trap. Dong Mountain itself was a trap.
Hong Siyang was not a Great Grandmaster. The Domineering aura he had released earlier at the top of the mountain was borrowed. His realm was also borrowed. It was because it was not his own that he was able to release it with all his strength at the expense of his body and spirit. That was why it appeared particularly ruthless and did not seem to be at the level a human should have.
Hong Siyang had long prepared to die.
Someone wanted to use his death to absorb a bit of his zhenqi. His final brush, which relied on the mountain and water, had already sent out his zhenqi. A gap had already appeared in the protection of his body and life.
That person wanted to use this gap.
That person had displayed the incomparably wondrous realm through Hong Siyang.
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Having no time to sense the changes between the sword fanatic and Liu Yun, Master Ku He's eyes grew brighter. Like an autumn moon, it appeared without warning in a pool of green water.
His favorite female disciple, Haitang, had the cleanest and brightest eyes in the world. If compared to Ku He's eyes, it was like comparing a firefly to a bright moon.
Ku He was the person with the most meticulous perception of his surroundings in the world. His personality was the most gentle but also the strongest. This could be seen from his trip to the Temple many years ago.
When he discovered that old Eunuch Hong was a trap, his reaction followed. There was no one else in the world who could change so quickly.
Perhaps it was only a hundredth of a second. He should have reacted a bit faster than the person who set the trap had imagined. But, it was very likely a fatal time difference.
Ku He's eyes were as bright as the moon and as pure as the lone star. He took a deep breath. With this breath, it was as if he wanted to suck in all of the air on the peak of Dong Mountain. The old man's chest suddenly swelled up. His entire body seemed to have grown two inches.
Following this breath, the supreme zhenqi of Tianyi Dao in his body also began to breathe from his right arm. It followed the natural inhalation and exhalation of the world and easily broke free from the pull of the aura emanating from Hong Siyang's body. It began to use the fastest speed to circulate through his meridians. Only Tianyi Dao's peaceful method could display such a fast change so naturally.
There was no difference between time and stillness. There was no time to make any movement controlled by muscles. However, the zhenqi that flowed through a person's body like mercury and light could faintly break through the limits of time and complete its mission.
The zhenqi flowed back. Eunuch Hong's thin and weak body turned into a mist of blood that filled the sky but did not have time to dissipate.
No one noticed that Ku He's left hand, which hung by his side, naturally curled up a finger and drew a semicircle in the air, making a hand gesture that had never appeared on this land. Following this hand gesture, the rain that filled the sky once again paused. The faint aura that was mixed in the wind and rain on the peak of Dong Mountain and soaked in the ruins of the ancient temple poured into his body at an astonishing speed.
The aura summoned by the strange hand gesture was very weak. In such a dangerous moment, a stick of firewood or a drop of water were all precious existences in a battle between Grandmasters.
What exactly was this hand gesture? It could actually suck in zhenqi from the empty air and the eaves of the temple?
Magic. The magic that the sorcerers practiced on the other side of the ocean.
Yet, it had appeared in Master Ku He's hands.
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On the rain-drenched Dong Mountain, the Northern Qi Imperial Advisor Ku He finally used his greatest trump card. He used a method that was usually of no help, but at this moment, could help him speed up the recovery of his zhenqi.
When he fought against Wu Zhu, he had not used this magical treasure. But now, he used it without hesitation.
In the instant that old Eunuch Hong died, before the mist of blood had time to disperse, a hand, a hand as white as jade, stretched out from the mist of blood.
This scene appeared strangely strange. A hand as steady as white jade stretched out from the bloody mist. It was like a divine hand reaching out from the depths of hell to plunder all life in the world.
In the instant he sensed this hand, the light in Ku He's eyes grew brighter and brighter. His first reaction was normal. This hand should be Ye Liuyun's. Only Ye Liuyun's hand could be so steady and wondrous.
However, Ku He was not afraid. The Tianyi Dao zhenqi in his body had long returned to his body. The faint yuanqi of heaven and earth summoned by a miraculous spell had also seeped into his Meridians through his 36,000 pores. The zhenqi in his body had already reached its peak. With each tremble, it had reached the limit that a human could contain.
If Ku He wanted to use old Eunuch Hong's death to create an opening in his power, then Ku He's strangely fast reaction and the magic hand gesture that no one had expected perfectly filled in this opening.
In fact, it was a bit too perfect.
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That spotlessly white hand suddenly hid the radiance on its skin, but it appeared even more terrifying. Even in such a high speed realm, it didn't tremble in the slightest. With an unbelievable level of stability and power, it passed through that bloody mist with incredible speed and pressed down.
As it moved, the hand loosened four fingers. The index finger curled up slightly. The soft and firm fingertip broke the drop of rain an inch in front of Master Ku He's eyes. It then gently landed between his brows.
It was as if it was going to mark a bright red mole between his brows.
The drop of rain was broken by the finger and turned into a small hollow water circle. Beautiful ripples floated around it as it slowly expanded.
However, a red mole did not appear between Ku He's brows. On the contrary, it grew brighter. It was as if all the light in Ku He's dimming eyes had been sent to the space between his brows.
Master Ku He used the supreme zhenqi of Tianyi Dao he had cultivated for decades and the yuanqi of heaven and earth he had summoned through a spell to gather between his brows and forcefully resist this beautiful finger.
The slightly curled and steady index finger did not forcefully resist the pure zhenqi between his brows. Instead, it used a slow and gentle method to pour in. There was no ruthlessness, no intent to kill, and no natural aura. There was only the most upright and proper rules of the world.
The way of the king!
The tip of the finger moved down again. With a whoosh, it swiftly pointed out and pierced directly into Ku He's chest. Although it was just the movement of a finger, it faintly made one feel like there was the movement of a dragon or a tiger. One finger had the dignity of an emperor.
Ku He had already pulled back his right hand. With a serious expression, he raised his thumb. Miraculously, it met the index finger and made a muffled thud.
The index finger moved down again, piercing straight into Ku He's abdomen.
Ku He lowered his eyelids. His hemp clothing swayed slightly. His flat finger became a palm. His right palm was like a trickling stream flowing with the mountain. It naturally hung down and blocked the finger in front of his abdomen.
All of this proceeded as if it should be.
However, Ku He's body began to tremble violently. A red spot appeared in the center of his right palm. It sizzled like a red-hot branding iron.
The steady hand only stretched out three fingers. These three fingers were not meant to kill, to destroy, or to resist. Instead, they were meant to give. They were upright and straightforward, without the slightest hint of a sneak attack. The heart and bearing of a monarch were all contained within these three fingers, and the aura of the Dao of Kings was completely revealed.
Another bolt of lightning rang out in the sky.
Ku He's body was like a kite with its string cut. Dispiritedly and powerlessly, he flew into the distance toward the large tree beside the stone path on Dong Mountain. He sat cross-legged and sighed.
Ku He knew he had been wrong. He had been wrong from the very beginning. The most fatal mistake had happened three fingers ago. After he realized that Hong Siyang was a trap, his reaction speed had been too fast. His method of response had been too sufficient. He had raised his realm too perfectly.
At that moment, Ku He was like a large tree that reached into the clouds and reached the highest point in the world. He was like a lake of autumn water that had already formed a vast and mighty force.
That person had only extended three fingers and poured about half of the zhenqi in his body into Ku He's body.
With the power of the Way of the King, a Tyrannical aura was poured in. Master Ku He, who had to endure all of this in such a short time, was like a large tree that reached into the clouds being pressed down by another giant tree. It was like the heavens had suddenly poured half a lake of autumn water into the full lake.
When the water was full, it overflowed. The lake dam collapsed.
The tree trunk also snapped in the middle with a crack.
Compared to mortals, a Great Grandmaster's state of mind was close to that of a god. Ku He was known as the person closest to a god in the world. In the end, Great Grandmasters had their own weaknesses.
Their weakness was their physical bodies. The Meridians in their bodies had a limit. There was also a limit to what the physical body could endure.
The zhenqi that had been poured in by the three fingers had forcefully broken through Ku He's limit. The Meridians and physical body in his body had received irreparable damage.
Sitting cross-legged under the tree, Ku He felt the swelling sensation from his skin. There was still a glimmer of doubt in his heart. How could the owner of that hand be able to spit out so much zhenqi in such a short time? This was a speed that the Meridians of the human body could not endure.
Everything should have already ended.
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When Hong Siyang turned into a bloody mist, the empty sword in Sigu Jian's left hand stabbed out at a slanted angle. He stabbed empty air. He had no choice but to save Ye Liuyun, but Ye Liuyun did not save him at all.
That ball of flowing cloud had already covered Sigu Jian's face.
Sigu Jian trembled in anger and cried out wretchedly. Lowering his head, he twisted his right wrist. The sword pressed toward Ye Liuyun's abdomen.
The illusory sword in his left hand missed. Immediately after, he lowered his head. A weak spot finally appeared in the ruthless and harmonious sword. However, he had to dodge because he knew the situation had changed. He had to survive.
Sigu Jian survived. Half of his face had been smashed to pieces by Ye Liuyun's Sanshou.
Ye Liuyun also survived. He lowered his head coldly and tightened his left hand around the sword, only allowing it to enter an inch into his abdomen.
It was not over.
Ye Liuyun's Sanshou had not ended its momentum. It cleaved down and struck Sigu Jian's shoulder with a thud. His five fingers were like a dragon's claw. They shot out from the cloud and sank deep into flesh and bone.
It was as if Sigu Jian did not feel any pain. He pulled back his left hand and struck his wrist with it.
The long sword entered another inch into Ye Liuyun's abdomen. Then, the tip of the sword flashed with light. It was shattered by the powerful sword force and bloomed into a beautiful flower.
This was a terrifying sword strike. Although it had encountered many unexpected problems along the way, it still relied on the ruthlessness it carried from the beginning to successfully heavily injure Ye Liuyun.
At this moment, the ball of bloody mist dissipated.
A bright yellow figure appeared from behind the bloody mist. It seemed to hide the fact that every Emperor had to use the blood of countless people to pave the foundation of his immortal empire.
The bright yellow figure appeared between Ye Liuyun and Sigu Jian and threw out a punch.
There were no flashy moves or techniques involved. It was just a simple and clear strike.
However, there was no one in the world who could throw out such a simple and clear punch. It was open and aboveboard, yet it made it impossible for one to dodge. In fact, it was impossible to dodge.
First, there was a tearing sound. His body received a powerful zhenqi attack. Sigu Jian's right arm, which had been grabbed by Ye Liuyun's dragon claw, broke apart.
Immediately after, there was a muffled sound like that of an ancient temple's bell. A complicated expression flashed through Sigu Jian's eyes. Looking at the bright yellow figure in front of him, his entire body was sent flying.
With that expression, Sigu Jian flew with his broken arm and smashed through the wooden door of Dongshan Qing Temple. The powerful force smashed through countless structures in the ancient temple. Like a large boulder, he crushed everything his body came into contact with. In the end, he crashed into the large bell in the small ancestral hall in the depths of the ancient temple and made a ringing sound.
On the opposite side of the ancient temple, under a large tree by the stone path, Ku He, dressed in hemp clothing, watched this scene with a perplexed expression. He sat cross-legged. It was as if he had been triggered by the sound of the bell. Something in his body suddenly exploded. Immediately after, it shrank. Fresh blood seeped out of his eyes and ears.
The large tree behind Ku He collapsed with a rumble and shattered into pieces. The stones within a five-foot radius around him were all squeezed into three-dimensional surfaces by the zhenqi that exploded out of his body. They were either ferocious or sorrowful as they raised their sharp corners to welcome the last of the rain from the heavens.
Most of the buildings in the old Temple of Qing had become ruins. The ancient myths and legends painted in oil had become powdered memories of the past. The moss-covered pool was missing a large opening, and the rainwater inside flowed out, mixing with the soil and stones and becoming murky. A few white cranes, stunned by the commotion, cowered timidly behind the pool. A yellow cloth fell to the ground, covering Sigu Jian's body lying on the ground at the end of the wretched passageway. Only Sigu Jian's weak voice could be heard under the yellow cloth, wretchedly cursing something. However, his voice was already very weak. It was completely covered up by the sound of the bell above his head.
The buzzing sound of the bell rang through the entire summit of Dong Mountain.
The hurricane by the seaside came quickly and left quickly, just like the impermanence of the world and the happiness and anger of Emperors. Earlier, there had been a violent storm. Suddenly, the wind and rain stopped. The dark clouds in the sky abruptly parted to reveal a gentle porcelain blue sky behind the clouds. A ray of light shone down clearly and landed on the bright yellow figure by the cliff of Dong Mountain, illuminating his face clearly.
The Qing Emperor stood where he was with a pale face. His four limbs were trembling. Half of the Tyrannical zhenqi in his body had been poured into Ku He's body. The last Fist of the Way of the Emperor had squeezed out the last of his spirit. He was extremely tired.
The light of the sky was faint. The most powerful ruler in the world had his dragon robe drenched by the rain. His hair was also messy and hung weakly on his forehead. The calmness in his eyes contained countless emotions that could not be understood.
In his life, he had never been so wretched.
In his life, he had never been so powerful.
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