The darkness was torn apart.
Day arrived.
Lightning descended.
Fists descended.
Everything had happened in the briefest of moments.
Only an extremely small number of true experts were able to clearly see everything, like Xiaode and those important personages on the Imperial City.
The demi-human populace around the plaza could only see a dazzling light and that massive black bear silhouette in the sky. They gaped in shock, unable to make a single sound. Then, they were roused from their stupor by a massive boom and forced back by a wave of Qi.
The strong wind whistled incessantly, sweeping up all the dust in the crevices of the bluestone and obscuring all vision, causing that patch of light to become slightly dimmer.
Yet the lightning was so bright that it was impossible to conceal it. The two figures were so clear.
The young man in the bamboo hat finally moved his left hand away from his back and raised it in front of him, blocking Xuanyuan Po's steel-like fist.
His hand was tightly clenched, also forming a fist.
This time, the darkness could no longer swallow everything.
The bolt of lightning that descended from the sky, along with Xuanyuan Po's fist, landed on his fist with incomparable accuracy.
Countless dazzling bolts of lightning revolved around Xuanyuan Po's right arm, crackling.
Boom! Two unimaginably savage energies emerged from those two fists!
Countless cracks appeared on the hard stone floor!
Even more shocking was that these cracks were so deep into the ground that it was impossible to see them clearly.
The young man's arm began to tremble, his clothes also began to shake. One could faintly make out the grave expression on his face.
With a ripping sound, his bamboo hat was sliced open by the knife-like wind, leaving him in a rather sorry state.
Was Xuanyuan Po really going to win?
Just when the crowd was beginning to get excited, the lightning suddenly vanished.
The young man in the bamboo hat seemed to have used some sort of magic that did not belong to this world.
That lightning bolt, imbued with the unimaginable might of the heavens and earth, had bizarrely vanished from his palm.
With a light smack, it sounded like a ripe fruit had fallen to the ground and smashed into a pulp.
This sound was so soft that it was very difficult to hear it in the howling winds.
Several demi-human personages high up in the Imperial City heard it.
Standing outside Heavensguard Pavilion, Xiaode also heard this, his complexion turning extremely nasty.
It was a voice he had once heard in Mount Han.
It was the sound of the darkness enveloping the world once again.
The night was heavy, so heavy that sometimes even the earth couldn't bear it.
It was the sound of the hardest thing breaking.
That object could be a Heavenstone from Mount Han, or it could be a cold rock from a lonely peak, or it could be a hard fist.
The gale suddenly subsided.
Xuanyuan Po's fist and the young man's fist separated.
Countless streams of white hot mist emerged from Xuanyuan Po's clothes and were quickly condensed into water droplets by the chilly wind, wetting the cracked limestone ground.
It looked just like the scene of Hu Ji's bun shop in the Pine Paths every morning.
A stream of blood spurted out from between his lips, wetting the limestone floor even more.
Xuanyuan Po swayed, and a series of cracking sounds rang out from his body.
More than ten streams of blood shot out from his body like arrows, piercing his clothes with more than ten round holes. It looked like a reverse waterfall.
Countless cries of alarm and shrieks rose up from the surroundings at this sight.
The important personages above the Imperial City were silent, each with a different expression.
The Bear tribe leader turned to the Chief Elder, his face as cold as ice.
Outside Heavensguard Pavilion, Xiaode's complexion was even uglier than the Bear tribe leader's.
They all knew that Xuanyuan Po had lost, and had lost miserably. Ten-some of his Qi openings had been shattered, and if they were not properly treated, there was a high chance that he would become a cripple.
They had already predicted this result, but when they saw Xuanyuan Po's lightning-wreathed fist, they had originally believed that a miracle would occur.
Xiaode had not expected a miracle, but he had always believed that the young man would struggle to receive it.
In his view, if it were him, he would also have to pay an enormous price to receive this punch.
Who could have expected that the young man would not even take a single step back!
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The young man slowly drew back his hands.
Then, he slowly retreated three steps.
In this entire process, he had been staring into Xuanyuan Po's eyes, his expression abnormally grave and extremely vigilant.
Only when he had retreated three steps and Xuanyuan Po still did not strike again did he confirm that his opponent was no longer capable of fighting.
The chilly wind ruffled the tattered bamboo hat, revealing even more of his face.
One could faintly make out that his face was extremely handsome and had a bewitching charm to it. However, it was even paler than yesterday, devoid of any blood.
"I guessed that your right hand would be very formidable, but I didn't expect it to be this formidable."
He looked at Xuanyuan Po and said, "Back then, before you could even fight in the Orthodox Academy, an exception was made for you to be placed on the Proclamation of Azure Sky. Now that I think about it, that old man Heavenly Secrets truly did have a good eye."
Xuanyuan Po's body was covered in blood as he stood where he was. "But I could not defeat you."
The young man fell quiet for a while, then said, "Your talent truly is very formidable, and the technique Chen Changsheng chose for you is also very powerful and suitable. But the so-called Heavenly Thunder is still contained within the rain clouds, and I am not a person of the secular world. I was born above the clouds, so how could your Heavenly Thunder strike me? "
As he said this, his voice trembled and his face paled even more.
It was obvious that in order to receive Xuanyuan Po's fist, he had paid no small price. It had not been as easy as Xiao De had believed.
But the real reason that made his voice tremble and his face turn even paler was because what he said was a lie — he was the noblest king in the world, possessing supreme pride and dignity. Facing such a lowly opponent, he had to resort to other means and lie. This made him feel very humiliated.
Xuanyuan Po had just used the most powerful technique of the Heavenly Thunder Bringer.
Even he would have to pay an enormous, even grievous price to receive this attack head-on.
But now, he had to complete the most important historical mission in the last one thousand years in White Emperor City. He had to appear invulnerable, so he could not be injured.
So he had not used his own cultivation to defeat Xuanyuan Po, but had used other methods.
At the start, he had placed his left hand behind his back, not because he was underestimating his opponent or because he was confident, but because he wanted to ensure that he could remove an object from his belt at any time.
That object was a stone seal.
Feeling the hardness of the seal in his palm, he felt more and more displeased.
In order to conceal this displeasure, he wanted to appear even more relaxed and indifferent.
His gaze fell on the metal sword at Xuanyuan Po's waist. "If you use this sword, you might be able to last a little longer."
Xuanyuan Po looked at his clenched left fist and shook his head. "Even if I use my sword, I'm no match for that thing in your hand."
As he said this, his expression was still very composed, or perhaps wooden.
The young man felt that these words were brimming with ridicule and disdain, and a cold killing intent appeared in his eyes.
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