Martial Arts World Assassin

Chapter 377: Supreme Master
At this moment, the banquet tents that the Turks had built for the chiefs of various tribes had collapsed.

Everyone was exposed to the heavy snow.

The Golden Wolf soldiers guarding outside the tent witnessed Shibi Khan being knocked down by Huang Sixi's palm. They knew that there was an assassin and immediately rushed forward from all directions.

Huang Sixi stood where he was, as majestic as a mountain. He pushed forward with both palms, and the palm power of 'leaderless dragons' erupted again.

His left and right palms each pulled the snowflakes in the sky, forming two snow-white dragons, connected head to tail, like a huge snow ring, which fell outside the tent with a loud bang.

The hundreds of Golden Wolf soldiers who were charging in the front were all under the influence of "leaderlessness". They were instantly knocked over by the palm force and died on the spot with blood gushing from all their orifices.

The fine iron shields they held in their hands actually became shriveled and concave under the impact of the palm force.

The hundreds of Golden Wolf soldiers standing outside them were all affected by the palm force, as if they had experienced a strong earthquake. They suddenly felt the ground shaking and their bodies fell uncontrollably.

The densely packed Turkic soldiers further away saw that Huang Sixi was like a god or demon descending to earth. He knocked down hundreds of warriors with a slight wave of his hand. They were immediately intimidated and stopped where they were, not daring to rush forward again.

Dozens of chiefs from various tribes who were attending the banquet in the tent saw Shibi Khan being chopped into a bloody mess by Huang Sixi's magic palm. They were all secretly delighted and had no intention of taking revenge on Shibi Khan. They all evacuated the tent area at the same time.

Among them, Abaojia of Khitan, Tiefuyu of Mohe and Pusa of Uighur retreated the fastest. These three people were able to control the most powerful tribe on the prairie second only to the Turks, and all of them possessed fierce military power.

After flipping several times in the air, they crossed the river and landed among the troops on the other side.

"Who is this peerless hero? How dare he assassinate Shibi Khan single-handedly? He is truly a warrior rarely seen in the history of the world!"

The Khitan Abaojia was truly in awe of the assassin. You have to know that there were tens of thousands of Turkic soldiers stationed outside Shibi Khan today, and they were all elite Golden Wolves. Once the assassin was surrounded, he would surely be crushed to pieces.

But the assassin knew that there were many dangers, but he still chose to fight alone. This kind of lofty spirit of continuing to fight even if there are tens of thousands of people against him is something that cannot be found even if one searches the entire prairie, which is famous for its bravery.

The various chiefs on the grasslands had been fighting for years and they admired the mighty and fearless warriors the most. Therefore, the praise of the Khitan Abaojia won the unanimous resonance of the Mohe Tiefuyu and the Uighur Pusa.

When Huihe Bodhisattva saw that Huang Sixi had shattered his Turkish armor and restored his Han clothing, he guessed, "Under heaven, the only two martial arts masters who could kill Shibi Khan in front of Martial Master Bi Xuan are probably Fu Cailin of Goryeo and Ning Daoqi of Central Earth. Judging from the way this hero is dressed, he should be Ning Daoqi!"

"Absolutely impossible!" Mohe Tiefuyu is the oldest. There are many merchants from the Middle-earth in Helianbao where he lives. He has the deepest understanding of the situation in the Middle-earth martial arts world:
"Ning Daoqi is a Taoist priest with five long beards and looks like an old man. This is what a merchant from Middle-earth who has seen Ning Daoqi said. This hero is definitely not Ning Daoqi!"

"Who is he then? Goryeo Fu Cailin is also an old man!" Huihe Bodhisattva was puzzled:
"Except for Fu Cailin and Ning Daoqi, who else has such extraordinary abilities and dares to assassinate Shibi Khan?"

"Oh! I know!" Mohe Tiefuyu slapped his forehead and said excitedly:
"In the past year, an invincible assassin has risen in the Middle-earth. He has successively stabbed to death three masters, Tiele Qu'ao, Queen Zhu Yuyan, and Chao Gongcuo of the South Sea. He has been elected as the best martial artist in the world by the martial artists in the Middle-earth. It is rumored that his martial arts skills have surpassed Ning Daoqi. Only he can easily kill Shibi Khan under Bi Xuan's nose!"

"Who is he?" Khitan Abaojia and Uighur Bodhisattva asked in unison. They both heard that the Tiele Grandmaster Qu Ao died in Middle-earth and they even gloated over his misfortune for a while. However, they were too far away from Middle-earth and did not often inquire about the situation in Middle-earth, so they did not know the identity of the person who killed Qu Ao.

"Him? The Chinese martial arts community calls him 'Jiang Long'!" Mohe Tiefuyu introduced him in all seriousness:
"Do you know why he is called 'Jiang Long'? Because he really conquered a real dragon!"

"Impossible!" Khitan Abaojia and Huihe Bodhisattva shook their heads together:
"The real dragon is only a legend in Middle-earth. There is no such thing as a dragon in this world. The emperor of Middle-earth always calls himself the Son of Heaven, but it is just a lie made up to rule his people!"

"Hehe, whether the real dragon will appear or not, we will find out in a moment!" Mohe Tiefuyou said with a smile:

"It is said that Jiang Long and the real dragon are inseparable. If he is surrounded by the Turkic soldiers, he will definitely summon the real dragon to fight!"

When the Khitan Abaojia and the Uighur Bodhisattva heard this, they suddenly stopped talking. If Huang Sixi really summoned a real dragon to the world, they would dare to lead their troops and declare war on the Turks immediately.

The three of them chatted here, and their eyes crossed the river and focused on Huang Sixi on the other side of the river.

Just now, Huang Sixi attacked from both sides and used two "leaderless" palm powers to force the Turkic soldiers outside the tent to be unable to get close.

But even though the Turkish soldiers were afraid of Huang Sixi's powerful military force, they still did not retreat. After all, all the Turkish nobles were staying in the tent area, and they had to charge towards Huang Sixi to protect the nobles' safety, otherwise they would be severely punished afterwards.

They charged several times but were unable to get closer than ten feet to Huang Sixi, so they raised their javelins and spears and threw them into the air at Huang Sixi.

As a result, the spear flew to about ten feet away from Huang Sixi's body, and was suddenly restrained by Huang Sixi's dragon-subduing aura, and all of them were suspended in the air.

Huang Sixi raised his arm and waved it again, and hundreds of spears turned around one by one, piercing the air with a whistling sound, and stabbed towards the position of the Turkic princes Chuluo, Jie Li and Tuli.

The three princes were all strong fighters and did not retreat or dodge.

The key is that the three princes are surrounded by hundreds of guards holding shields, with masters Dun Yugu and Li Mingshe leading the charge, and martial arts master Bi Xuan presiding over the overall situation.

Although the three princes saw Huang Sixi kill Shibi Khan with a palm, they believed that this was the result of Huang Sixi's sneak attack. At this moment, Huang Sixi's whereabouts had been exposed and he was surrounded by thousands of troops. It was extremely difficult for him to continue to assassinate them.

The three princes did not choose to evacuate immediately. After all, they all had the opportunity to succeed the new Khan.

Whoever stays and commands the Turkic troops to surround and kill the assassin and avenge Shibi Khan will have a better chance of becoming the Khan.

When Huang Sixi saw that the three princes refused to leave, he drew his spear and attacked them.

"Bang bang!" The sound of collision suddenly rang out.

Hundreds of spears were blocked by the shield bearers around the three princes, but it came at the cost of more than a hundred casualties, and their line of defense protecting the three princes also had loopholes.

Huang Sixi immediately stepped forward, ready to approach the three princes.

At this time, Wu Zun Bi Xuan, who had checked Shibi Khan's body, confirmed that Shibi Khan was dead and there was no possibility of saving him. Then he shook his body violently and transformed into a row of figures that were difficult to distinguish between real and fake, just like Shi Zhixuan's "Phantom Demon Body Technique", and blocked Huang Sixi in front of him.

When tens of thousands of Turkic soldiers outside the tent area saw Bi Xuan standing in front of Huang Sixi, they immediately burst into earth-shaking cheers.

They also suspended the siege of Huang Sixi and began to wait and see whether the martial arts master Bi Xuan, whom they worshipped as a god, could personally twist off the assassin's head and avenge their Shibi Khan.

Bi Xuan raised one arm high, and tens of thousands of Turkic soldiers fell silent in an instant.

In the midst of the wind and snow, Bi Xuan's angry voice rang out: "I know all the great masters in your Middle Earth, but you look unfamiliar!"

Bi Xuan paused for a moment and questioned Huang Sixi: "If I am not mistaken, you should have killed Tiele Qu'ao's assassin Jianglong? In recent years, my Turks have not invaded your Central Plains border. Why did you take the initiative to provoke a war between the two states?"

"I heard that Wu Zun Bi Xuan killed people like crazy, and he never asked why. He just decided which tribe on the grassland to annihilate based on his own preferences!" Huang Sixi replied in a mocking tone:

"What? Today, someone came to kill you, Bi Xuan, but you want to ask why? In fact, the reason is very simple. I have just said that the Turkic bandit chieftain Shi Bi openly extorted and exploited the people of the grassland. He deserves to be put to death. You, Bi Xuan, are also guilty of helping the tyrant and are equally unforgivable!"

"You want to kill me, Bi Xuan, but I'm afraid you don't have the ability to do so!" Bi Xuan laughed coldly:
"Even if Ning Daoqi and Fu Cailin attack together, they can't kill me, Bi Xuan!"

As soon as Bi Xuan finished speaking, his fists had already struck out into the air.

He was not using his fist to split the air, but was displaying his unique "Yan Yang Xuan Gong". After releasing his fist force, a terrifying aura formed in the area of several feet in radius, and the air in the aura was scorching and boiling, just like the horrible feeling of being exposed naked in the vast yellow sand, dry and hot, daunting desert for several days, and being on the verge of dying of thirst.

After he enveloped Huang Sixi with his scorching sun aura, he kicked out with his right foot into the air with a "whoosh!"

It was an ordinary kick, but it revealed his profound skills. True Qi rushed out from his foot, forming a highly condensed energy that burned like a flame, and blasted down at Huang Sixi's head.

If it were a master like Tiele Qu'ao, just being under the coverage of the Yanyang aura would cause the meridians in his whole body to become hot and swollen and painful. If he was hit by the peak Yanyang true energy displayed by Bi Xuan, he would definitely end up seriously injured.

Even Ning Daoqi, the great master of the Middle-earth, did not dare to take the blow from Bi Xuan's true energy that he had accumulated over his entire life.

Huang Sixi, however, took it lightly, facing the flaming energy that Bi Xuan was striking from the air, and using the palm power of 'leaderless dragons' to collide head-on with him.

"I am not Ning Daoqi, nor am I Fu Cailin. Listen carefully, I am Jiang Long!" Huang Sixi shouted back, each word ringing loudly, and the tens of thousands of grassland soldiers and horses in the surrounding area could all hear it clearly:
"You, Bi Xuan, may be able to resist the combined efforts of Ning Daoqi and Fu Cailin, but you can never resist my Dragon Subduing Palm. From now on, your title of Martial Honored One must be changed to Martial Inferior!"

Huang Sixi pushed his palm to meet the true power of the flame, and the power was instantly absorbed and completely transformed into the palm power of "a group of dragons without a leader".

"Back to you!"

Huang Sixi raised his arm and slapped it forward, pressing down on Bi Xuan's head.

The fiery aura that Bi Xuan had painstakingly constructed before collapsed in an instant.

Huang Sixi's dragon-subduing aura took over, covering the space of several feet outside Bi Xuan's body in one fell swoop, and the gravity like a mountain collapsing followed and crushed down.

Bi Xuan roared suddenly, raised both palms and clasped them together: "Get up!"

I saw that the area of several feet centered on his body was suddenly filled with steaming waves of fire, which first surged up from the ground and then rose straight into the sky, like a white cloud, supporting Huang Sixi's dragon-subduing aura that was pressing down on me.

The auras of both sides collided with each other half a meter above Bi Xuan's head.

For a moment, the power of the two auras was equally strong, forming a stalemate in mid-air.

Tens of thousands of soldiers watching the battle from the outside began to burst into even more deafening cheers. They felt that there was absolutely no way Bi Xuan could lose.

Today they were able to witness the unparalleled martial arts prowess of Bi Xuan, the top master who has been famous in the prairie for sixty or seventy years, and they could not hide their excitement.

"Martial Lord! Martial Lord! Martial Lord!"

They shouted in unison.

But Martial Master Bi Xuan himself was secretly groaning in his heart. Although he had temporarily blocked the pressure of Huang Sixi's dragon-subduing aura, he could not hold on for too long.

A shocking martial arts contest like this, which was based purely on the collision of auras, consumed a lot of internal energy. Bi Xuan and Huang Sixi only remained in a stalemate for a short while before he realized that half of the true energy in his body had been lost.

On the other hand, Huang Sixi's true energy seemed to be inexhaustible, constantly increasing the oppressive force of the Dragon Subduing aura.

At this moment, Bi Xuan knew very well that if he continued to confront Huang Sixi with their aura, he would eventually run out of energy and be slapped to death by Huang Sixi.

But now he was crushed by the aura of Jianglong and had lost the chance to dodge. Apart from a head-on fight with Huang Sixi, he had no other way out.

Just as he was worried, Huang Sixi suddenly shouted, "Wind, snow, thunder and lightning, all at my disposal!"

After this sound, the snowflakes in the sky seemed to be summoned by something and fell rapidly, swarming into Huang Sixi's dragon-subduing aura, piling up and stacking to form a snow peak suspended in the air.

Even though Bi Xuan's 'Yan Yang Aura' was famous for its blazing flames, it was incapable of melting the snow peaks that Huang Sixi had piled up with his 'leaderless dragons'.

"Boom!" There was a deafening sound.

A snowy peak fell from the sky and smashed down on Bi Xuan's head.

Bi Xuan's body was like a paper man, and was smashed into a pulp by Xue Feng's blow.

After Xuefeng landed on the ground, a dragon shape over ten feet long was created in the tent area.

As soon as the palm landed, tens of thousands of Turkic soldiers outside the tent fell silent in an instant. The martial arts master Bi Xuan, whom they revered as a god, was unexpectedly killed on the spot by a single palm strike. This made their faith collapse, and despair began to spread among the hearts of tens of thousands of soldiers like a hurricane.

Huang Sixi laughed loudly towards the sky: "Martial Master has really become Martial Lord!"

Bi Xuan's sudden death dealt a severe blow to the morale of the Turks.

Today can be called a day of mourning for the Turks. First, the first powerful figure, Shibi Khan, died, and then the second majestic figure, Bi Xuan, died suddenly.

The third and fifth powerful figures, Chuluo, Jie Li and Tuli, were all frightened and began to order their subordinates to escort the three men and flee quickly.

But how could Huang Sixi let the three of them get what they wanted?

There was a loud bang.

Huang Sixi drew out the Dragon Subduing Sword. The sword skills he had comprehended after combining the "Cihang Sword Classic" in the Temple of War God came in handy at this moment.

Huang Sixi was seen swinging his sword repeatedly, and the sword energy was as dense as silk thread, slashing through the air. The swords were arranged vertically and horizontally, forming a sword net spanning a space of more than ten feet, trapping Chu Luo, Jie Li and Tuli inside.

The sword net suddenly narrowed and began to cut sharply at Chu Luo, Jie Li and Tu Li.

On this side, Huang Sixi single-handedly inflicted severe damage on the Turkic nobles, and it seemed that he could wipe out the Turkic royal family by himself.

Dozens of tribal chiefs on the other side of the river were almost about to bow down to Huang Sixi.

Khitan Abaojia, Mohe Tiefuyu, and Uighur Pusa looked at each other and all saw awe in each other's eyes.

Khitan Abaojia exclaimed: "This assassin Jianglong is truly a supreme grandmaster!"

Mohe Tiefuyu and Huihe Bodhisattva echoed in unison: "Supreme Grand Master! We should send troops immediately, follow the Supreme Grand Master, and annihilate the Turkic elite Golden Wolf Corps in one fell swoop!"

The three had seen the signs of the fall of the Turkic royal court, and reached a consensus without hesitation. They drew their swords and launched a pre-war mobilization to dozens of chieftains around them: "The Turkic bandit chieftain has been extorting us and oppressing us herdsmen. We should rise up to resist and drive the Turkic bandits out of the prairie. Charge!"

The three of them led the way, led their trusted cavalry, crossed the frozen river, and rushed towards the Turkic camp on the opposite bank like a tide.

(End of this chapter)