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Chapter 1482 Mongolian Tantric Buddhism vs. Song Dynasty Taoism
"The Heaven-Shattering and Earth-Striking Spiritual Technique, please have a look, Daoist Master."

Before he finished speaking, Phagpa clasped his hands together, then suddenly separated them, and began chanting obscure Tantric scriptures.

In an instant, the world changed color. The originally gloomy sky seemed to be stirred by an invisible force. A gale suddenly rose, and the branches and leaves of the poplar forest swayed wildly, stirring up dust and snowflakes that formed swirling columns of air that crushed towards Huang Chang and the others.

This column of energy was not physical, but it contained an extremely strong spiritual impact, as if it could shatter a person's soul.

"Nine Yin Divine Claw, Dispel Illusion!"

Huang Shang remained expressionless, his hands curled into claws, and he uttered a low growl.

A faint black aura emanated from his fingertips, but it was not malevolent; rather, it was a unique technique from the Nine Yin Manual for neutralizing mental attacks. With a grab of his hands in the air, the rotating columns of energy were forcibly torn apart, turning into scattered true energy.

Immediately afterwards, he moved with lightning speed, like a ghostly shadow approaching Phagpa, his fingertips carrying a sharp gust of wind, aiming straight for Phagpa's brow—this claw, seemingly gentle, contained incomparably fierce internal force, the very essence of the Nine Yin Manual.

Phagpa remained calm and composed. He held prayer beads in his left hand and pointed his right hand like a sword, gathering his esoteric Buddhist energy at his fingertips, transforming it into a golden blade of light to meet Huang Chang's sharp claws.

"God-Slaying Palm!"

The golden light blade collided with the black claw wind, producing a deafening roar. The shockwave spread outward from the two of them, uprooting the surrounding withered grass and cracking the ground with fine lines.

Huang Shang felt a powerful and domineering Tantric internal force rushing towards him, causing his blood and qi to surge. He quickly took three steps back and circulated his Nine Yin True Qi to resolve the shock within his body.

"This is the Nine Yin Manual written by the Taoist priest? It is truly extraordinary."

Phagpa was also forced to sway slightly by the subtle, lingering force of Huang Shang's claw attack, and a hint of admiration flashed in his eyes.

He held nothing back, his golden aura intensifying as he struck out with alternating palm strikes, each one carrying a world-destroying force. Wherever his palm strikes passed, the air was compressed and exploded – this was the Sakya School's ultimate technique, the God-Slaying Palm.

Huang Shang dared not be careless and brought the ultimate skills of the Nine Yin Manual to their extreme. Sometimes his figure was elusive, dodging the palm wind like a ghost. Sometimes he formed claws with both hands to directly confront the power of the God-Slaying Palm. Sometimes he chanted scriptures to resist the aftershocks of the Heaven-Shattering and Earth-Striking Spiritual Technique with the Taoist Heart-Cleansing Mantra.

The two figures swiftly crossed paths in front of the poplar forest. Golden Tantric Qi and black Nine Yin Qi collided continuously, forming dazzling streaks of light. Waves of energy surged, forcing the surrounding guards to retreat dozens of steps, making it difficult for them to even breathe.

Meanwhile, the battle between Wang Chongyang and Bai Sun Dao Ren had already broken out.

Bai Sun Dao Ren's palms flew, and his dark blue palm force shot out like venomous snakes. Each palm strike carried a bone-chilling cold poison. Wherever the palm force struck, the ground instantly froze into ice, and even the withered grass turned dark blue.

"Mysterious Dark Palm, Freezing a Thousand Miles!"

With a loud shout, Bai Sun Dao Ren thrust out both palms simultaneously, unleashing a massive wall of icy poisonous energy that crushed towards Wang Chongyang. Wherever the ice wall passed, the air seemed to freeze, crackling and popping.

Wang Chongyang's expression was solemn, and a faint pure yang light emanated from his body. He activated his Innate Skill to the fullest extent, and his long sword twirled in various ways, its sword energy flowing like a blazing torch as it met the ice wall.

"Innate Skill, Pure Yang Breaks Through Yin!"

The longsword slashed out, a golden sword aura tearing through the air and striking the ice wall hard. The ice wall instantly shattered, turning into countless ice shards that flew everywhere.

But the chilling poison spread along with the sword energy, and Wang Chongyang felt a chill in his arm as a cold aura invaded his body through his meridians, causing him to shiver involuntarily. "Daoist, the chilling poison of my Xuanming Divine Palm is not so easy to neutralize."

The Hundred-Detriment Taoist smiled sinisterly, his figure swaying as he approached Wang Chongyang like a wisp of green smoke. He struck out with both palms again, the palm wind even stronger, the cold poison almost solidifying into a tangible form, transforming into bluish-black poisonous claws that clawed at Wang Chongyang's major acupoints.

Wang Chongyang took a deep breath, circulating his innate skill to dispel the cold poison in his body. At the same time, he wielded his longsword swiftly, forming an impenetrable sword net to block the attack of the poisonous claws.

His innate skill is pure Yang internal energy from Taoism, which is most effective at suppressing Yin-cold poison. Although the cold poison keeps invading, he can always resolve it in time.

"One-Finger Divine Skill!"

Wang Chongyang suddenly shouted, pointing out with his right index finger. A highly refined stream of pure Yang energy transformed into a golden beam of light, aiming straight for Bai Sun Dao Ren's brow.

(Wang Chongyang once exchanged his Innate Skill for the One-Finger Divine Skill of the Dali Duan family. He then faked his death to lure Ouyang Feng, the "Western Poison," to steal the scriptures. Ouyang Feng was unaware of the trap and was struck between the eyebrows by Wang Chongyang's One-Finger Divine Skill, breaking his years of "Toad Skill." He then fled to the Western Regions.)
This finger strike was as fast as lightning, accompanied by a sharp, piercing sound. It was the ultimate martial art, One-Finger Divine Skill, specifically designed to break through the internal energy gates of masters.

Bai Sun Dao Ren's expression changed. He hadn't expected Wang Chongyang's One Yang Finger to be so fierce. He quickly dodged to the side. The golden beam of light flew past his ear and struck a poplar tree behind him. The trunk was instantly pierced with a large hole, and the sap froze into ice.

"What a brilliant One-Finger Divine Skill!"

Bai Sun Dao Ren was both shocked and furious. The cold poison energy in his palms became even more concentrated, and his palm techniques became even more vicious. Every move was aimed at Wang Chongyang's vital points, trying to wear down his opponent with the cold poison of the Xuanming Divine Palm.

Wang Chongyang moved with graceful ease, dodging the palm strikes as he shifted and dodged. He alternated between using his longsword and One Yang Finger, and the pure Yang energy of his Innate Skill surged forth continuously, colliding with the cold poison energy of the Xuanming Divine Palm in the air, producing a hissing sound. White steam and bluish-black cold mist intertwined, forming a peculiar sight.

At the same time, the Golden Wheel Monk could no longer restrain himself. The five wheels in his hands—gold, silver, copper, iron, and lead—flew out simultaneously, transforming into five streams of light that hurtled towards Zhao Kuangyin.

"Zhao Kuangyin, prepare to die!"

With a loud shout, the Golden Wheel Monk unleashed his Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill at full power, causing his muscles to bulge and his physique to become even more imposing. A fierce and domineering internal force spread out, and the five wheels spun and danced in the air, sometimes merging and sometimes dispersing, accompanied by a howling wind, blocking all of Zhao Kuangyin's escape routes.

Zhao Kuangyin's eyes narrowed, and he swung his dragon-patterned staff out horizontally, the staff carrying powerful internal force, colliding with the golden wheel that had flown in first.

Although Zhao Kuangyin has rarely fought on the battlefield since he started developing his own elite troops in private in recent years, he was once a divine general with a base strength of 104, not much worse than the Golden Wheel Monk at the peak of the Grandmaster level.

With a loud clang and sparks flying, Zhao Kuangyin felt a tremendous force coming from the staff. The Golden Wheel Monk's Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill was indeed as good as its name suggested, its power was so fierce.

He swayed, dodging the attacks of the other four rounds. The Panlong Staff spun in his hand, transforming into streaks of staff shadows to protect his body.

"You monk, you do have some brute strength!"

Zhao Kuangyin roared and changed his staff technique, using the fierce staff technique of the army. It clashed with the five wheels of the Golden Wheel Monk, and the clanging sound was endless.

The Golden Wheel Dharma King's Five Wheels Great Rotation is unpredictable. The five wheels, made of gold, silver, copper, iron, and lead, are of different weights and rotate at varying speeds and angles, making them difficult to fathom.

(End of this chapter)