Starting with the divine power of the Great Vajra, he traversed the heavens.

Chapter 571 The Ultimate Battle (Two Chapters Combined)

Ding'an and Xuzhu traveled at breakneck speed, day and night, heading southwest.

After walking for eight days, on the ninth day, they finally arrived at the foot of Leigu Mountain and started walking up the mountain path.

The terrain here is high, with only a winding mountain path leading uphill. After walking for more than half an hour, we arrived at a certain place.

Ding'an suddenly turned pale, and soon sweat dripped down his forehead.

"Oh dear!" Seeing that his eyes were unfocused and his body was stiff as a stone, Xu Zhu quickly rushed to help him: "Master Ding'an, what's wrong?"

Ding'an waved his hand, sat down on a large rock, and stared blankly at the flowing spring and waterfall.

Seeing that he looked calm, Xu Zhu scratched his head and stood aside to watch.

After a while, seeing that he still hadn't moved, I didn't disturb him. I took out some steamed buns and pickles, put them in my monk's robe, and sat down to eat them happily.

Ding'an sat facing the stream for almost half an hour before finally standing up.

Turning his head, he saw Xu Zhu staring blankly at him with half a steamed bun in his mouth, looking surprised and suspicious.

Ding'an was so angry his nose was crooked: "Leave me some!" He went up and started to grab the steamed buns.

Xu Zhu chuckled: "Master Ding'an, are you hungry again?"

"No, I just smacked my lips."

"Then why did you suddenly turn pale just now?"

"Really?" Ding'an asked doubtfully as he ate his steamed bun.

"Mmm!" Xu Zhu nodded repeatedly, "His face was as white as a dead person."

Ding'an, munching on a steamed bun, didn't seem to care. "Really?" he smiled slightly. "Perhaps you're just hungry."

Xu Zhu was shy and wanted to say something, but he was also a taciturn person, so he was so anxious that he scratched his ears and cheeks and was covered in sweat.

"Alright!" Ding'an ate three steamed buns, drank a pot of wine, patted his belly, stood up and said, "Now that we're full, let's continue up the mountain."

"it is good!"

Xu Zhu shouldered his bag, ready to follow.

Suddenly, the sound of hooves came from the ground, followed by a loud braying of a donkey.

A flock of sparrows took flight in the woods with a "flutter".

Ding An's expression changed slightly, and he suddenly turned around to look.

A figure flashed, and Xu Zhu stepped in front of him, shouting, "Master Ding'an, be careful!"

But before he could finish speaking, he was kicked hard and fell to the ground with a thud.

Xu Zhu cried out "Ouch!" a few times and tumbled backward several times.

When he got up, still dizzy, he saw a long-faced white donkey staring at him.

Seeing the little monk get up, the white donkey snorted and its snout twitched slightly.

Xu Zhu was startled and thought to himself, "My goodness! Has it stopped laughing?" He pointed at the white donkey and turned to look at Ding An.

"Master Ding'an, it's mocking me, it's mocking me!"

"Mmm, I know." Ding'an plopped down on a rock and waved his hand impatiently. "It's just playing with you."

Xu Zhu's eyes widened: "I don't even know it, why is it playing tricks on me?"

“Maybe,” Ding’an said. “It likes to play with you?” He smiled. “If you can withstand a few of its moves, you’ll be safe and sound in the martial world.”

Before Xu Zhu could understand what was going on, he suddenly saw the white donkey swing its head and hit him squarely in the chest and abdomen, throwing him several feet away.

That wasn't the end of it. Just as the little monk fell on his bottom, the white donkey pounced on him again with its four long, slender legs.

"Buddha, don't come any closer!"

When Xu Zhu saw the white donkey coming again, he was so frightened that he jumped up and ran away as fast as he could.

But to his surprise, the donkey was tall and had long legs, and it caught up with him in just a few steps, giving him another nip in the butt.

Xu Zhu cried out "Ouch!" and, as if riding on clouds, fell to the ground with a mouthful of mud.

Seeing this, Ding'an sighed repeatedly, "Ah, I really miss those days. That's how I got beaten up by Brother Donkey. Now, seeing little monk Xuzhu being bullied is just..." Suddenly, he changed the subject, rubbed his hands together, and chuckled, "It's so satisfying!"

"Hey! You've gone too far!" Xu Zhu spat out a few mouthfuls of mud, unable to contain his anger, and shouted, "Get out of my way!" He stood up and punched the white donkey in the ear.

The white donkey took a punch, staggered back a few steps, shook its head, rolled its eyes, and looked at him mockingly.

Xu Zhu was stunned. He had been furious and his punch was the "Kinnara Fist," but who would have thought that even with his best efforts, he couldn't beat a donkey?
The white donkey got angry, and with a loud "bang," it turned around like a whirlwind, kicked Xu Zhu squarely in the chest, sending him flying far away and kicking him into a cloud of dust.

Having gained an advantage, the white donkey was about to head up the mountain.

Unexpectedly, a figure darted away like a rabbit and a falcon, leaping onto its back. The figure, dressed in black robes and bald, was none other than Ding An.

"Brother Donkey, why do you run away after hitting someone?" Ding An clicked his tongue in amazement, then suddenly laughed, "You've learned bad habits from Fatty Tiger and Rolling Roll."

Strangely enough, in the previous worlds, it was always Ding'an who fed donkeys.

They were always bickering and had the closest and best relationship; they could even sleep together in a donkey shed.

But as Ding'an sat on the donkey's back, the white donkey suddenly became enraged and kicked several times, trying to throw him off.

Ding'an displayed his "romantic" skills, letting things rise and fall with him, leisurely and content.

The white donkey wouldn't let him off the hook, so it turned its neck and tried to bite him.

Seeing that the white donkey was being stubborn again, Ding'an couldn't help but laugh and scold, "You good beast!" A purple light emanated from his body, and he raised his hand and punched it on the head.

This sudden burst of power caused the entire mountain path to tremble violently, and dust rose in circles, slowly spreading outwards.

The white donkey was so dizzy from being patted that it tried to run away with its head down.

Ding An raised an eyebrow and laughed, "Pretty tough." He then threw another punch.

Boom!
The ground collapsed into a large pit.

This time, even the Fire Qilin was silenced by the slap.

The white donkey's ears drooped down, its big, dark eyes darted around, and suddenly a look of affection appeared on its face.

Ding An smiled slightly, dismounted from the donkey's back, and saw the donkey come up to him, rubbing its head against him and braying incessantly, as if it were being affectionate.

"Haha, same as always." Ding'an patted its head, laughing heartily. "It's just that I didn't bring any carrots, so I can't feed you."

After he finished cuddling with the white donkey, he beckoned to Xuzhu and said, "Come here!"

Xu Zhu, his face bruised and swollen, hesitated to step forward.

Ding An frowned and said, "These are our donkeys, they're the closest to me."

Xu Zhu asked in surprise, "Master Ding'an, are your donkeys really that powerful?" He looked down at his dusty monk's robe and said dejectedly, "They beat me so badly I couldn't even fight back!"

Ding'an laughed heartily: "My donkey is the 'Number One Donkey in the World,' it even beat up the mythical beast Fire Qilin!"

"Oh, really?"

“Of course it’s true,” Ding’an laughed. “That’s why I said, if you can withstand three or two of its moves, you’ll be able to roam freely in the martial world.” With that, he clapped his hands and said, “Brother Donkey, let’s go.”

The white donkey trembled at the sound, snorted, and waddled over to the bald donkey, appearing quite docile.

Xu Zhu was surprised and came closer, chuckling, "Master Ding'an, what is your background? Your donkeys are so extravagant!"

“We’re just three country bumpkins from the North,” Ding An said casually. “We’re known in the martial arts world as the ‘Three Fiends of the North.’ Oh, right.” He suddenly stopped and smiled at him, “Besides Brother Donkey, we also have a fat tiger and a panda, both of which are ‘big beasts’ that are just as good as them!”

"Huh?" Xu Zhu was bewildered. "There are three more?"

"Yes."

"Wow!" Xu Zhu exclaimed, "If you two were together, wouldn't you be invincible?"

“It’s been that long ago!” Ding’an beamed. “Impressive, isn’t it?”

Xu Zhu wanted to ask more questions.

"Boom!"

There was a loud noise.

The two people and the donkey felt as if a thunderclap had exploded above their heads, deafening them and making them dizzy.

He trembled instantly and froze on the spot.

Xu Zhu felt a tingling sensation run through half his body and exclaimed in a trembling voice, "What, what is that sound?"

Ding An shook his head to clear his head, looked up, and exclaimed in surprise, "My God!"

Seeing this, Xu Zhu and the white donkey also looked up at the sky.

Above the peak, amidst the white clouds, one could see...

Two figures, one in white and one in yellow, were locked in a fierce battle in mid-air.

The two darted through the clouds, appearing and disappearing in a flash. With every movement they made, a booming sound like a heavenly drum, rising and falling rhythmically, as if in perfect harmony.

The two people and the donkey felt dizzy, lightheaded, and short of breath.

The surrounding flowers and trees were struck by the force of the energy, causing them to fall one after another, as if a rain of green leaves was falling from the sky.

Suddenly, a giant Tai Chi symbol appeared in the clouds, held up by the man in yellow, and smashed straight down on the man in white.

The man in white shouted and suddenly transformed into a hurricane, reaching the sky and connecting the earth, to meet the attack.

Boom!

The two collided with earth-shattering force, causing the cliffs to crumble and rocks to tumble down.

Although Xu Zhu was far away, the sound of the collision still made his blood surge and his head spin. Just then, a rock the size of a fist hit him on the head.

"Ouch!"

Xu Zhu bulged out a huge lump, clutched his head, and cried out in pain.

The next moment, he suddenly felt himself being lifted into the air, as Ding An was carrying him on his back, rushing towards the top of the mountain.

The young monk looked up and saw rocks raining down, crashing down and creating huge craters all around. He was so frightened that his heart felt like it was about to jump out of his chest.

"Master Ding'an, we're going to be crushed to death!"

Ding'an, like a fish, darted left and right in the rain, dodging everything. The white donkey followed closely behind, acting utterly sly.

"Little Xuzhu, don't worry! With me here, you won't die."

The two men and one donkey fled frantically, leaving behind traces of falling rocks, broken trees and cracked stones, as if it were the end of the world.

Xu Zhu was horrified by what he saw. He knew that even if he were to be hit by one, he would surely die. Thinking that his chances of survival were slim, he became even more frightened, his liver trembling. He couldn't help but...
Poof~!

"My god, it stinks!"

Ding'an stumbled from the stench, covered his nose, and angrily asked, "What are you doing?"

Xu Zhu was feeling dizzy and disoriented. Upon hearing Ding An's words, he immediately forced a smile and said, "Master Ding An, I'm scared."

"Are you scared? Then fart and make me smell bad?"

"I can't hold it in."

"Hmph!" Ding An shoved him aside. "Get down here!"

As soon as Xu Zhu landed, he smelled a foul odor and immediately fanned the smell in front of his nose: "The chive buns I ate this morning do have a strong smell."

Seeing Xu Zhu's dejected appearance, Ding An felt a surge of annoyance: "What bad luck!" He turned around, put his hands on his hips, and went up the mountain.

"Master Ding'an, wait for me!" Xu Zhu hurriedly caught up.

The white donkey lagged behind, then wobbled along as it followed.

After walking for a while, a sudden, fierce wind swept overhead, rustling the branches and leaves as if they were the mournful cries of men and horses.

Ding An listened carefully for a moment and felt that the whistling sound was extremely powerful. He craned his neck and looked into the distance.

Two figures, one white and one swift, moved swiftly across the mountaintop, their movements causing the flowers and trees all over the mountain to rustle.

Although Ding'an didn't recognize the two of them, he was still terrified by their power. Xu Zhu rushed over upon hearing the commotion and pointed at the man in white, saying, "Ah, I know who this old man is!"

"who is he?"

“The leader of the Xiaoyao Sect, Xiaoyaozi!” Xuzhu said, “Before I went down the mountain, Abbot Xuanci told me to come and find him.”

"Isn't he an old monster who's almost two hundred years old?"

"Well, more or less."

"Do you know who that middle-aged man in yellow with a yellow face is opposite him?"

"I don't know about that."

As Ding An and Xu Zhu were talking, they split into two and rushed up the mountain. In an instant, they were as fast as an arrow and reached the summit.

Suddenly, lush trees appeared ahead, and a tall house built of pine wood stood before them.

Before they even got close, they saw Xiaoyaozi and Jintai standing in the arena, their strange phenomena gone, and they were fighting each other.

Several groups of people stood or sat in the distance, forming a circle, so no one noticed that the two people and one donkey were going up the mountain.

Just then, Xiaoyaozi burst into laughter, pointed at Jintai, and said, "Jintai, no matter how high your martial arts are, this old Taoist priest looks down on you!"

Jin Tai caught the palm strike with his backhand, flying several feet backward, and calmly asked, "Why do you say that?"

Xiaoyaozi, clutching his waist, roared, "You good-for-nothing brat! You clearly possess unparalleled skills, yet you insist on relying on the powerful and wealthy, helping others indulge in their pipe dreams!" He shook his head and sneered, "Today, I'm afraid you'll lose all face!"

Upon hearing Xiaoyaozi's outburst of curses, Huang Shang and Zhou Tong, who were standing nearby, blushed deeply and stood silently on the sidelines.

After all, it was utterly absurd for an old monk to come and kill a grandmaster of Taoism based solely on his empty words. They remained silent, not knowing how to respond.

Jin Tai's expression remained calm and composed as he calmly asked, "Are you finished?"

Xiaoyaozi said, "Good lad, you are completely unaffected."

Jin Tai said, "Your mind is in turmoil."

Xiaoyaozi coldly asked, "What do you mean?"

“Your heart is unsettled, and you still have worries, so you use these treacherous tricks in the hope of shaking my mind.” After saying this, Jin Tai seemed to have exhausted a lot of energy, and his face showed a deep weariness.

Xiaoyaozi snorted coldly: "What a joke!"

Before he could finish speaking, Jin Tai suddenly moved and appeared in front of Xiaoyaozi, without making any visible arm movements.

A phantom image of the Eight Trigrams suddenly appeared, descending from mid-air!
With a deafening roar, the force shook the heavens and the earth. Suddenly, Xiaoyaozi was lifted off the ground and flew three or four zhang away, where he leaned against a large tree.

With a snap, the tree, which four people could barely encircle, was broken in half and fell into the valley.

Rocks flew everywhere, and the entire mountaintop seemed to tremble under its power.

Jin Tai stood there, calm and composed, as if nothing had happened.

The change happened so suddenly that Xiaoyaozi was struck hard and sent flying backwards in the blink of an eye.

Everyone present was greatly surprised, their expressions changing drastically. Even with their limited understanding, they hadn't seen how the yellow-faced man had made his move. He had sent Xiaoyaozi flying with a mere flick of his wrist; his martial arts skills were truly unbelievable.

Xiaoyaozi stood there for a while, then stepped up to Jintai and stared at him intently, saying, "Since you were lucky enough to succeed, why didn't you kill me?"

Jin Tai said calmly, "If I have any intention to kill you, you can use the 'Northern Darkness Divine Art' to devour my essence, energy, and spirit, making me instantly lose the ability to resist."

Xiaoyaozi was taken aback. Seeing the unusually cold look in his eyes, he couldn't help but exclaim, "What a 'World's Boxing King'! Truly remarkable!"

Jin Tai remained unmoved, his expression as cold as ice: "You flatter me."

Seeing this, Xiaoyaozi sneered, "It's a pity you can't bring yourself to kill, but I can!" He glanced at Huang Shang and Zhou Tong, "Let me teach you how to kill!" His arm suddenly stretched out and grabbed at Jin Tai's chest. This claw was unremarkable, but it was incredibly fast.

An evil aura then spread out, staining the white clouds around the cliff a deep purple-black, as if it had turned from day to night.

Upon seeing this, Wu Xingyun was greatly alarmed: "Netherworld Ghost Claw!"

Li Qiushui snorted coldly: "That old bastard won't let us use it, saying it's against the will of Heaven, but in reality he's secretly mastered it himself."

The two women exchanged a glance and said in unison, "Hypocritical!"

brush!
From within the dark clouds, Xiaoyaozi extended a claw that seemed capable of seducing souls; it was pale with a bluish tinge and shone with great brilliance.

Jin Tai dodged and struck out with his palm, trying to deflect the approaching arm, but unexpectedly, his palm slipped away upon touching the arm.

Xiaoyaozi swiftly changed his attack, his arm and palm flipping, still aiming for his face.

Jin Tai made a circle with both palms, and the clouds from all directions gathered in front of him. There were flawless white clouds and dark purple clouds, but they were the fusion of yin and yang, converging to form a yin-yang fish.

"The Fourth Ultimate Technique of Heaven and Earth: The Cycle of Heaven!"

Xiaoyaozi sneered, "Innate Qiankun Skill? Watch me shatter this thousand-year-old myth of skill!" He unleashed his power, and the dark clouds in the sky moved with it, the air was cold and the wind was fierce, and wherever the wind went, there was a mournful and miserable sound, like a hundred ghosts crying in the night.

Upon hearing this, Xu Zhu, who was in the distance, was so frightened that he covered his head and squatted down. Even Ding An, who was usually bold, felt his heart pounding faster.

There was a loud "bang"!
Xiaoyaozi had already been flung away, but suddenly the wind picked up again, and he reappeared in the same spot, grabbing at him once more with a "whoosh".

Chi!
A rift suddenly appeared between the Yin and Yang energies, and Jin Tai flew backward, but suddenly felt a pain between his eyebrows. It turned out that he had been touched by the other party's fingertip. Although he was not injured, his brow was burning and uncomfortable.

Xiaoyaozi had gained a slight advantage and could have pressed his advantage to crush his enemy, but he suddenly stopped and coldly snorted, "How about it?"

Jin Tai stopped, clutching his forehead, and said in a deep voice, "Heavenly Demon Tear of Heaven?" His eyes widened, "Heavenly Demon Technique!"

Xiaoyaozi said calmly, "This move was something I learned in my youth, but after practicing it a few times, I put it aside." He suddenly sighed and said, "Very well, if I were to defeat you with someone else's martial arts, it would make me seem insecure!" He put his hands into a fist stance, like a roc spreading its wings, exuding an aura of supreme power, "Then let this old Taoist use 'Riding the Wind and Soaring Through the Void' to break your sixty-year undefeated myth!"

Jin Tai sneered, "Then come on." He held the ball in his hands, took a step forward, and struck at Xiaoyaozi's chest.

The two were about ten feet apart, so the grab was futile.

Unexpectedly, the air suddenly trembled, and the clouds condensed into a phantom image of the Eight Trigrams.

Suddenly, Xiaoyaozi seemed to be sucked in by something, and he stumbled forward involuntarily.

Jin Tai laughed loudly: "Shocking Baili!" He grabbed the front of his shirt with his left hand and struck the chest and abdomen with his right hand.

This move resembles a street brawl, involving grabbing collars and slapping hands—it looks quite vulgar. Yet, it was Jin Tai's signature move, unmatched in the seventy-two arenas where no one could break it.

Seeing the palm strike aimed straight at his chest and abdomen, Xiaoyaozi flicked his wrist with his other hand, deflecting it.

But to his surprise, Jin Tai used his left hand to lift him up and was about to slam him to the ground.

While in mid-air, Xiaoyaozi suddenly threw a punch at his lower abdomen.

Jin Tai reached out and gently pushed the fist aside, but the fist's force was strange, and the push did not break his stance.

"what?"

Suddenly, he felt his hand go empty; Xiaoyaozi had inexplicably disappeared.

Jin Tai looked out over the cliff and chuckled, "Can you escape?"

Before he finished speaking, his figure shot off the cliff like an arrow, and with a single arm sweep, he threw a punch in mid-air!
Rumble!
The boundless sea of ​​clouds suddenly caved inward and then exploded with a deafening roar!

The white clouds scattered like an avalanche, instantly revealing the vast mountains and land below, and the world became clear!
Just as the clouds and mist cleared, a figure suddenly appeared, pointing out to Xiaoyaozi.

Jin Tai snorted coldly: "Heavenly Fire Spreads Across the Plains!" He slashed with his left hand and struck again with his right.

boom!
The sky suddenly brightened, as if it had been scorched by fire, and the clouds were all crimson.

The two flew on the wind, making a series of thuds, and disappeared into the sea of ​​clouds in the blink of an eye.

(End of this chapter)