The Heavens Start to Reverse Fate from Martial Arts

Chapter 80: Holding the elixir and sitting on the throne, success!
In the center of the town, around the house where Wang Yi lives.

Six thousand imperial troops, holding torches made of oilcloth, surrounded the courtyard tightly. Their formation was strict, their expressions were solemn, their eyes were deep and murderous, and it was obvious at first glance that they were the elite among the elite.

Especially the 3,000 palace guards, each of them had a majestic figure and bright eyes. Many of the team leaders had the divine light hidden in their pupils. They were masters of dark energy with extraordinary strength.

"Your Excellency, there is no one in the town, and there is no trace of the traitor Wang Yi and his accomplices."

Nalan Yuanshu, surrounded by thirteen great masters of Hua Jin, sat on his warhorse with a calm expression.

Hearing the report from his subordinates, Nalan Yuanshu could not help but look towards the direction of Wudang Mountain. He looked away as if realizing something and said quietly, "Taiji Wang Yi is not giving up..."

Fan Yuan, who was standing by, immediately showed a flattering smile on his face. He clasped his fists and said, "Your Excellency is right. Rebels like Wang Yi will not give up until they reach their goal. As long as..."

Nalan Yuanshu snorted, interrupting the rest of his words. He glanced at Fan Yuan, Wang Yu, and Wu Da and said coldly, "I'll settle accounts with you three when we return to the capital." He turned his horse around and ordered, "Lead your own troops and follow me to Wudang to meet the world-famous Tai Chi King Yi."

"Here!"

Everyone around clasped their fists and accepted the order in unison, then turned their horses around to dispatch their own troops. Soon, the rumbling sound of horse hooves broke through the night, and the 6,000 troops of the imperial court headed towards the foot of Wudang Mountain in the rain.

The people from the underworld forces hidden in the dark outside the town saw the long line of torches in the town rushing towards Wudang Mountain. After some hesitation, they couldn't help but follow them out of curiosity.

Whether Wang Yi can escape from the encirclement of 6,000 soldiers and officers is a concern of many forces.

……

Tianzhu Mountain.

Inside the Wudang Golden Palace.

Wang Yi visualized the world outside the palace with his mind, and it seemed that he had some kind of mysterious connection with the thunder between heaven and earth. The aura began to become mysterious.

The thunder in the sky seemed to be summoned by something. The thunder above the Golden Palace suddenly became violent, and fell down continuously, landing on the roof of the Golden Palace with a deafening roar.

Thunder and fire rolled, lightning snakes spread, and the light illuminated the sky in all directions.

The power of thunder in the hall became stronger and stronger, with arcs of electricity flashing faintly.

Wang Yiyou stood on the Hunyuan Pillar in the center of the Golden Palace, his face as calm as water, and his clothes moved in the wind, making a rustling sound.

The source energy in the body surged, as if resonating with the thunder between heaven and earth, spontaneously absorbing the power of thunder that surged into the body.

The source energy in the body was wrapped with a trace of thunder and lightning, cleansing and refining the whole body inside and out. Under the impact of this force, the meridians and internal organs experienced a baptism of earth-shaking changes. Wherever the source energy passed, the flesh and blood became purer and tougher.

Pain and comfort coexist, as if being in a world of ice and fire.

Wang Yi's mind was clear and he was quietly experiencing every change in his body.

The source of energy was far more mysterious than he had imagined. It could actually fuse the power of thunder and fire to cleanse his body inside and out. This would undoubtedly greatly deepen his physical foundation and maximize his strength after the breakthrough.

As time went by, his essence, spirit, blood, marrow and source energy all gathered in the dantian in his lower abdomen. There seemed to be an invisible vortex there, swallowing up and integrating everything he had.

boom!
Like the beginning of the universe, or the creation of heaven and earth, a tremendous force burst out from the dantian, washing the body inside and out with the dantian in the lower abdomen as the center. Silently, the shackles of the body were broken.

His body shook, and his muscles bulged instantly. The veins on his body turned over like a dragon, and his black hair stood up like an electric shock. A terrifying aura came from his body, like an ancient beast that could capture people's hearts. Holding the elixir and sitting on the cross, success!
Wang Yi's eyes gleamed with a gleam of light, as if he could see through all illusions. He stood up, feeling his whole body light, as if he had been reborn, with a terrifying and abnormal power surging in his body.

A person holding the elixir can exert a force of a thousand pounds with a single move of his hands and feet, and can leap up to twenty steps. He is almost at the level of a mortal being, and in ancient times he could be called an immortal.

But his strength now is more than a thousand pounds?
Thinking of this, he took a step forward, flashed to the outside of the hall, clenched his five fingers into a fist, and punched out with all his strength.

boom!
The fist wind whistled, making the air buzz and pulling out a fierce whistle. The explosive fist wind swept out, the wind whistled, and the invisible air waves raged. Thousands of raindrops were wrapped up to form a water curtain, which turned into a streak of light and shot into the distance.

Wang Yi put down his right hand, a look of satisfaction flashed in his eyes.

His strength was far more powerful than that of an ordinary Dan-holding expert. According to his estimation, it should be more than twice as much. This was a world of difference, the gap between heaven and earth.

After being refined by the power of thunder, his body became extremely tough, as if it were indestructible. With his current physical strength, he was no longer afraid of the foreigners' guns.

Now he has the ability to visit the Forbidden City.

He raised his head to look at the fire in the distance below the mountain, his eyes gradually became cold, and every step he took was ten steps away, like an immortal descending to earth, his figure looming in the night rain.

……

"Kill..."

On the mountain road, countless torches gathered into a long dragon, illuminating the mountain road in the night. People were rushing around, swords were flashing, and fierce shouts of killing resounded through the sky.

Fourteen figures were moving back and forth among the huge rocks in the forests on both sides of the mountain path. They were braving the torrential rain, their bodies were flexible and changeable, their moves were powerful and forceful, and each of them displayed different martial arts, engaging in the most brutal life-and-death fight.

Guo Ming leaped flexibly on the mountain path, shuttling between the thirteen people, performing Tai Chi with both hands as if by instinct, defusing the continuous deadly moves coming from all directions.

Not only did he have to face the siege of thirteen great masters of Hua Jin, but he also had to take care of Yan Zhendong and his group who were outnumbered and share the pressure of the imperial army for them.

Although he is a Dan Jin expert, he has only entered the Dan Jin stage for a few days. Faced with this difficult situation, the pressure is enormous.

Yan Zhendong led the 500 Iron Guards who were fully replenished, as well as about 200 people from Wudang, and struggled to resist the 6,000 troops of the imperial court.

The troops sent by the court this time are extremely powerful, especially the three thousand palace guards, all of whom are proficient in martial arts. Most of them are Ming Jin warriors, and there are also some An Jin masters among them.

Faced with such a lineup, even the Iron Guards with extraordinary background found it very difficult to resist due to the huge gap in numbers.

If it weren't for the narrow mountain road, it would not be just a matter of effort. If we are not careful, we might be surrounded and killed.

If it weren't for Wudang's head, Guo Ming, who held back the thirteen Hua Jin grandmasters, they would have collapsed long ago.

Guo Ming looked solemn, his eyes constantly scanning the battlefield, calculating in his mind how to reduce his own casualties.

He knew in his heart that this was not a solution and that he would be dragged down and annihilated by the imperial court sooner or later.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but turn my gaze to the Wudang Golden Summit.

(End of this chapter)