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Chapter 1483 Jinlun vs. Taizu, Chongyang's Defeat
Sometimes he would throw all five wheels at once, forming a rotating wall of wheels that would crush Zhao Kuangyin; other times he would hold two wheels in his hand while the other three hovered in the air, launching a surprise attack while Zhao Kuangyin was defending.

With the internal energy of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill, the power of the five wheels is multiplied.

Seeing this, Zhao Kuangyin's personal guards rushed forward to help. Dozens of elite guards, armed with swords and spears, formed a battle formation and attacked the Golden Wheel Monk.

However, the Golden Wheel Monk had already mastered the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill to an extremely high level. His body was protected by internal energy, and when the soldiers' swords and spears struck him, they only made clanging sounds and could not harm him in the slightest.

Instead, they were blasted away by the palm strike of the Golden Wheel Monk, each spitting blood and collapsing to the ground.

"A bunch of chickens and dogs, how dare you be so insolent in front of this old monk!"

The Golden Wheel Monk sneered, and with a flick of his left hand, the bronze wheel in the air flew back into his hand. Then, the bronze wheel swept out with a whistling wind. Three guards were unable to dodge in time and were cut in half at the waist by the wheel's blade. Blood spurted out and instantly stained the ground red.

"Bastard!"

Zhao Kuangyin roared and swung his dragon-coiled staff, which transformed into a golden streak of light and aimed straight for the Golden Wheel Monk's back.

Jinlun Fawang felt the strong wind behind him and had no choice but to abandon his plan and turn around to meet the Panlong Staff with a palm strike.

"Zhao Kuangyin, you can barely protect yourself, yet you dare to meddle in other people's business!"

With a roar, the Golden Wheel Monk swayed and lunged at Zhao Kuangyin again, his palms striking with fierce force, aiming straight for Zhao Kuangyin's chest.

Zhao Kuangyin raised his dragon-patterned staff and fought against the Golden Wheel Monk. For a time, they were evenly matched.

Seeing this, the surrounding Mongolian Tantric monks rushed towards Zhao Kuangyin's personal guards. These monks were all highly skilled, most of them having reached the Innate Realm. The staffs and scimitars in their hands were imbued with Tantric internal energy, making them extremely lethal.

Although Zhao Kuangyin's personal guards were elite, they were immediately caught in a fierce battle against these highly skilled monks. Screams rang out as the guards fell one by one, their blood staining the frozen ground outside the city.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Huang Chang's Nine Yin True Qi suddenly surged, and the black true qi enveloped his body like dark clouds.

"Heart-destroying palm!"

Huang Chang shouted loudly, gathering powerful Nine Yin True Qi in his palms and striking out at Phagpa.

This palm strike, though seemingly slow, contained boundless power. Wherever the palm force of a late-stage Celestial Realm cultivator passed, the air itself underwent subtle distortions.

Phagpa's expression was solemn. He formed a Tantric mudra with his hands, and golden Tantric energy condensed into a huge Dharma wheel, which he held in front of him.

"Great Treasury Dharma Wheel, protect me!"

The golden Dharma Wheel collided with the palm force of the Heart-Shattering Palm, producing a deafening roar that shook the heavens and the earth. The Dharma Wheel was instantly covered with cracks. Phagpa felt an extremely yin and soft internal force enter his body through the Dharma Wheel, causing his internal organs to tremble.

"The Taoist priest's Nine Yin Manual is indeed extraordinary."

Phagpa could no longer maintain his original calm attitude, and a hint of fanaticism flashed in his eyes.

"But the esoteric Buddhist teachings are vast and profound. Today, I will let you see for yourself what the power to transcend life and death truly is!"

The golden aura around him surged once more, and the prayer beads in his hands transformed into streaks of golden light. The power of his Heaven-Shattering, Earth-Shattering Spiritual Technique suddenly increased, and he mobilized the surrounding天地力 (heaven and earth energy), causing the gale to intensify and scattering debris. Huang Chang remained unmoved, reciting the general principles of the Nine Yin Manual. His black true energy countered the power of heaven and earth, and his hands continuously struck out, alternating between his signature techniques such as the Heart-Shattering Palm, the Nine Yin Divine Claw, and the White Python Whip Technique.

The two men's internal forces clashed continuously, creating waves of energy that rose higher and higher. The surrounding ground cracked open with huge ravines, and the poplar trees were snapped in half by the energy waves, with broken branches flying everywhere. The scene was extremely tragic.

On the other side, the battle between Wang Chongyang and Bai Sun Dao Ren also reached a critical moment. Although Bai Sun Dao Ren's Xuanming Divine Palm was insidious and his cultivation was slightly higher than Wang Chongyang's, Wang Chongyang's Innate Skill was incomparably pure Yang. In addition, his One Yang Finger, which could be paired with the Innate Skill, was a fierce counterattack that specifically countered Bai Sun Dao Ren's cold and sinister martial arts. Therefore, Bai Sun Dao Ren found it difficult to win for the time being.

However, as time went on, Wang Chongyang's innate true energy was greatly depleted, while Bai Sun Dao Ren's Xuanming Cold Poison, like a leech, continued to invade his meridians, making his movements gradually become sluggish.

"Master, your innate skill is almost exhausted, isn't it?"

"If you surrender, I can spare your life and let you join my Mongol camp to share in wealth and glory."

The Hundred-Defect Taoist smiled sinisterly, and the chilling poisonous energy he unleashed with his palms became even more concentrated.

"You evil Taoist, stop your delusional fantasies!"

Wang Chongyang roared and forcibly circulated the last of his innate true energy. He pointed out with his right index finger, and a highly refined One Yang Finger True Energy was sent straight for Bai Sun Dao Ren's dantian.

He knew he had reached his limit and could only fight back with his life. If he could hit Baisun Daoren's dantian, he could take advantage of the situation to launch a counterattack.

Bai Sun Dao Ren's expression changed drastically. He hadn't expected Wang Chongyang to be able to launch such a fierce attack under these circumstances. He quickly circulated his inner strength to protect his dantian and retreated rapidly at the same time.

However, the speed of the One-Finger Divine Skill was too fast. The golden beam of light still grazed past his dantian. Although it did not hit his vital points, it still caused his dantian qi and blood to surge and his Xuanming True Qi to stagnate.

Wang Chongyang seized the opportunity, his figure blurred, and he approached Bai Sun Dao Ren like a streak of light. The long sword in his hand was filled with scorching pure yang true energy, and he slashed towards Bai Sun Dao Ren's neck.

However, just as the golden One-Finger Divine Qi grazed past Bai Sun Dao Ren's dantian, a piercing burst of true qi suddenly rang out from the battlefield shrouded in cold mist.

The staggering figure of the Hundred Losses Taoist suddenly stopped, the hem of his dark blue robe fluttering in the strong wind. He glanced down at the faint bloodstain seeping from his dantian, and instead of being alarmed, a cruel smile appeared on his sinister face.

"What a reckless old Taoist priest!"

The Hundred-Loss Taoist made a strange hoarse sound from his throat, and slammed his palms into the ground. The dark blue Xuanming True Qi spread along the frozen soil, and wherever it passed, the withered grass instantly turned black, and a thin layer of ice crystals condensed on the ground.

"What a pity. How can you possibly bridge the gap between the mid-stage and early-stage Celestial Realm with a single, desperate strike?"

Before he finished speaking, he had already moved like a ghost to approach Wang Chongyang.

Although the qi and blood in his dantian that had been disrupted by the One-Finger Divine Skill had not fully recovered, this injury was nothing more than a superficial pain to him. After forcibly suppressing it with his internal energy, it not only did not hinder his movements, but the intense pain also aroused a deeper ferocity.

The Xuanming Divine Palm unleashed its chilling poisonous energy without restraint. With each flick of its palms, countless dark blue palm shadows, like swarms of venomous scorpions, swept towards Wang Chongyang's vital acupoints. The palm winds were so fierce that they almost froze the air.

Wang Chongyang was already at his limit. The deadly One Yang Finger attack had almost exhausted the remaining innate true energy in his body. His pure Yang internal energy was running out of steam, and the warmth that originally flowed through his meridians had long been eroded and scattered by the Xuanming Cold Poison.

He barely mustered the last bit of his true energy and swung his sword to parry, but as soon as the sword made contact with Bai Sun Dao Ren's palm wind, it was shaken out of his hand by a powerful, cold force, spinning and embedding itself in the frozen earth in the distance, the blade still buzzing.

(End of this chapter)