Beautiful Military Advisor Lu Zhi.
This was a man who was more beautiful than a beauty. He had a congenital defect that made it difficult for him to live for long.
He met Yang Wu and Little Hei. He followed Yang Wu and obtained the Yin Yang Immortal Code to cultivate. This was one of the supreme immortal arts.
When Yang Wu passed it to him, he only hoped that it could strengthen his physique and extend his life. However, it was difficult to make up for his congenital defects with an immortal art.
Yang Wu obtained a large number of alchemy recipes from Little Hei. Among them, there was the Yin Yang Saint Pill that could make up for Lu Zhi's Yin Yang Physique.
In order to refine the Yin Yang Saint Pill, not only did it require a large number of herbs, but it also required a guiding ingredient and a main ingredient. The guiding ingredient was the Yin Yang Bone Marrow in front of Yang Wu, and the main ingredient was the Yin Yang Saint Flower.
Yang Wu couldn't find these two holy objects in the Yang Family or War God City. He didn't expect to find them in the Heavenly Palace's War Tomb. This was great luck, and Lu Zhi's life wasn't meant to end.
Just as Yang Wu was about to put away these two holy objects, a battle aura shadow appeared. A voice rang out, "If you want to take the holy objects, you have to fight me first."
A shadow appeared. He couldn't see what it looked like. He only knew that it was a human figure. It was tall and mighty, and overflowed with battle aura.
It wasn't a real creature, nor was it a malicious spirit, nor was it a puppet. It was more like a force of will.
The War Tomb's battle spirit.
This was the strongest test in the War Tomb.
The battle spirit didn't give Yang Wu any time to recover. It was as if the power of heaven and earth was under its control. Its fist was like a river of sunset, extremely domineering.
The battle spirit's attack wasn't inferior to any half-step sage's. Its aura even surpassed that of an ordinary half-step sage, reaching the peak of the half-step sage realm.
Yin Yang Bone Marrow, Yin Yang Flower, and other holy objects that weren't protected by a battle spirit at the saint level were already very generous to Yang Wu.
Yang Wu met the battle head-on. He also punched out and collided with the battle spirit.
Bang!
Yang Wu didn't hold back at all. When his fist strength came into contact with his opponent's attack, his fist strength was broken apart by his opponent. He was shaken back by the strength of the battle spirit, nearly falling to the ground.
The battle spirit wasn't affected at all. It rushed forwards like a shadow, crazily smashing its fists at Yang Wu.
Zhan Ling's fist techniques were extremely powerful. Each of his fists carried with them a vast amount of heaven and earth profound energy. The power of his fists was vast and mighty, and any mountain that was struck by these fists would be turned into dust.
The Battle Spirit's offensive was too fierce. Yang Wu didn't even have time to fight back. All he could do was use the 'Defense Dispelling' technique he had comprehended before. When these fist skills fell onto Yang Wu's Black Tortoise Battle Armor, the Battle Spirit's attacks were immediately dispelled. There was no way for it to injure Yang Wu.
Yang Wu was in an invincible position by virtue of this defensive ability. He also had room to counterattack. He shouted out, "Since you're already dead, don't cause any more trouble."
Yang Wu erupted with his full strength. He blasted out with the Martial God's Fist, using his most formidable combat strength to meet the battle spirit.
"Hehe, even a dead man is stronger than a living person like you." The battle spirit sneered. He increased the power of his attacks. His attacks were faster and more ruthless. An ordinary half-Saint absolutely wouldn't be so fierce.
Yang Wu went all out, but his strength was far inferior to his opponent's. He was forced back again and again. If it weren't for his formidable defensive ability, he would have been turned into a bloody pulp by this battle spirit.
'He's too strong. If I enter the Dragon Transformation realm, I'll be able to contend with him.' Yang Wu thought to himself.
He wasn't discouraged. He even released the Zhenwu Boxing. He had just comprehended the true Zhenwu Boxing and hadn't been able to display its true might.
The Zhenwu Boxing contained the power of the rising sun and moon. It could swallow mountains and rivers, destroy the heavens and earth. It possessed a supreme imperial might.
Yang Wu's martial arts will fused into the Martial God's Fist. The Zhenwu Boxing Intent erupted with an unparalleled strength. The stronger the opponent, the stronger the will power he displayed.
Peng peng!
Yang Wu punched out again and again, as if he regarded the battle spirit as his mortal enemy. He attacked with all his might. The vast and mighty strength in his dantian was endlessly drawn out. The surrounding heaven and earth profound energy constantly condensed on his fists. His fists were like the sun and moon, unstoppable.
Every time Yang Wu and the battle spirit collided, the distance between them became shorter and shorter.
The first punch forced him back 500 feet.
The second punch forced him back 450 feet.
The third punch forced him back 400 feet.
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After exchanging 99 punches, Yang Wu's strength was finally equal to the battle spirit's. As the two continued to clash, he didn't retreat even half a step.
At the 100th punch, Yang Wu's fists were dripping with blood. Even his bones were exposed. He looked extremely pitiful.
"Fight to the end!" Yang Wu only had a single thought. He knew that only by defeating this battle spirit would he be able to obtain the yin yang saint flower and yin yang bone marrow. He didn't want to break his promise to the beautiful military advisor. In this battle, he could only win, not lose.
At the 108th punch, Yang Wu's gathered strength boiled to the extreme. Profound energy flowed through his meridians like rivers and starlight shone from his acupoints like stars. The Barbarian God's Arm swept out and a Black Tortoise seemed to break through the water. It rode the wind and waves, rushing into the highest heavens. Even the heavens were covered by it.
The battle spirit realized that this was the final move. Its fighting spirit soared, stirring up the fighting spirit contained within the War Tomb. It was like heavenly soldiers and generals had appeared, overlooking all life. Wherever they pointed their weapons, who in the world could match them?
When the battle spirit attacked, the Heavenly Palace was invincible!
Rumble rumble rumble!
Rumble rumble rumble rumbled through the world. Countless bones were flipped over, and many of them were turned to dust.
The disturbance caused by the two of them was just too great.
Yang Wu was blasted back once more. His entire arm was dyed red, but he still waved it forward, not backing down in the slightest.
The battle spirit was beaten back for the first time. Its figure became illusory as it left behind a single sentence. "The sacred object is yours."
In the next moment, it disappeared from this world.
Yang Wu let out a sigh of relief. He looked at his nearly crippled arm and bitterly smiled. "Is this really a test for all Heavenly Palace disciples?"
Yang Wu adjusted his breathing and his arm slowly recovered. He could finally collect the yin yang saint flower and yin yang bone marrow with a peace of mind.
When he finished, the environment changed. A giant stone stele appeared in front of him. The stone stele was like a sword, piercing into the highest heavens.
Yang Wu stood in front of the stone stele. He was like an insignificant creature that couldn't be any more insignificant.
"After passing the Battle Tomb's test, you can see the Heavenly Palace's sword stele. You can leave your name on the stele and become an official disciple of the Heavenly Palace." Hao Ren's voice faintly sounded out.
Yang Wu walked towards the sword stele with large strides. He asked his master, who was standing there, "Master, what benefits do I get from becoming a Heavenly Palace disciple?"
"The Heavenly Palace is invincible. Anyone would be honored to become a Heavenly Palace disciple. What other benefits do you want?" Hao Ren unhappily said.
"But the Heavenly Palace no longer exists." Yang Wu said.
Peng!
Yang Wu didn't even have time to react before he was sent flying by Hao Ren's palm.
Yang Wu's body fiercely slammed into the Heavenly Palace's sword stele. He spat out a mouthful of blood onto the sword stele, and his entire body was in unbearable pain.
"The Heavenly Palace will never be destroyed." Hao Ren coldly said.
This time, Yang Wu was also angry.
Originally, it was the other party who had forcefully taken him in as a disciple. Now that the relationship between the two of them had been confirmed, he was still so ruthless towards him. He also had his dignity. Ignoring his injuries, he turned around and angrily roared, "You might as well just kill me. You dog fart master, do you still have any humanity? Beating people without saying a word, I don't want to be your disciple."
After saying this, Yang Wu closed his eyes, waiting for the other party to get angry and kill him. In any case, in front of the other party, it would be difficult for him to escape. He was only worried that the other party wouldn't ruthlessly kill off Yu Yue.
"Haha, you have a bit of a temper. That's more like it. If a man doesn't have a temper, then he's just like a good-for-nothing, forever without any future prospects." Hao Ren laughed loudly. Then, without caring whether Yang Wu was willing or not, he controlled Yang Wu's finger and forced Yang Wu to write his bloody name on the stele.
"You demon!" Yang Wu couldn't help but curse loudly.
The two words "Yang Wu" were engraved on the sword stele. The sword stele released a faint light that was hard to detect.
Hao Ren pressed Yang Wu to his knees and said faintly, "Yang Wu is the first disciple of the Heavenly Palace of the nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-ninth generation. He will inherit the mission of the Heavenly Palace and restore the name of the Heavenly Palace. His might will shake the four seas and dominate the world."
Yang Wu was incomparably sullen. Tang 'er had gold under his knees, so how could he kneel just because he wanted to?
However, in front of absolute strength, he was helpless. He cursed loudly, "You madman."
Hao Ren said disapprovingly, "If I inherit the mission, then I'll let you go."
"I won't inherit it. I don't want to be your disciple, and I don't want to become a disciple of the Heavenly Palace." Yang Wu said unyieldingly.
"Then I'll go kill your wife." Hao Ren said coldly.
Yang Wu immediately swore, "I am willing to inherit the mission of the Heavenly Palace and restore the name of the Heavenly Palace. My might will shake the four seas and dominate the world. I will have no regrets."
Hao Ren released Yang Wu and smiled with satisfaction, "That's more like it. From today onwards, you will be the first disciple of the nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-ninth generation of my Heavenly Palace. You will also be my, Hao Ren's, only disciple." After pausing for a moment, he said, "I will pass on everything I have learned to you. This is the greatest benefit I can give you."
Yang Wu helplessly nodded and didn't say anything. His heart was filled with anger. If it weren't for the fact that Zi Yu Yue was here, even if he had to die, he wouldn't be willing to admit his current identity.
"I know you are very unhappy, but this is the first lesson your master will teach you. In this world, the only thing that can be reasoned with is your own fist. If your fist isn't hard enough, then you can only be manipulated by others. Any resistance you have will be in vain." Hao Ren said with his hands behind his back, "When you surpass your master in the future, your master will be at your mercy. You don't have that ability right now, so it's best if you put away this thought and properly learn the Heavenly Palace's most profound technique, the 'Heavenly Profound Technique'."
After saying this, Hao Ren pointed at the space between Yang Wu's eyebrows. A wisp of power from the inheritance of memories entered Yang Wu's Divine Hall.
Yang Wu's mind quickly filled with all the chants of the "Heavenly Profound Technique".
This was the Heavenly Palace's most profound secret.
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