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Chapter 107 Truly a case of ants trying to shake a tree, utterly vulnerable (Third update)
Abbess Miejue never expected that the first thing Zuo Lengchan said after entering the Hengshan Sect was that he wanted to challenge her.

Immediately afterwards, Abbess Miejue couldn't help but let out a soft chuckle.

The laughter contained mockery, disdain, and also a kind of furious laugh born from years of stagnation, when suddenly descending the mountain only to find that anyone, regardless of their worth, dared to act arrogantly in front of her.

Immediately, Miejue snorted coldly, raised her left hand slightly, and the Yitian Sword in her hand instantly flew towards Gu Shaoan, but Gu Shaoan raised his hand and grabbed it.

He then slowly stood up and looked at Zuo Lengchan.

Her eyes were full of disdain: "A bully who relies on his power, do you think you're worthy of letting this humble nun use the Heaven-Slaying Sword?"

The moment the words left her lips, Abbess Miejue moved.

With a single step, the "Three Manifestations of the Divine Dragon" technique, propelled by true energy, caused Extinction to appear as if it had shrunk to an inch, instantly standing proudly above Zuo Lengchan.

Seeing her palms separate, facing each other like embracing a giant wave, her palms, separated by three feet of space, remotely guide Zuo Lengchan, her palm power contained but not released, intended to lure the enemy into making a judgment! It was the first move of the Golden Summit Cotton Palm, "Cloud Sea Rising Tide".

The terrifying speed that was revealed in that instant was so fast that Zuo Lengchan couldn't even see the trajectory of Abbess Miejue clearly.

The next instant, Zuo Lengchan felt an overwhelming suction force looming over him. A strong sense of alarm rose in his heart, and he immediately shouted, his shoulders slumped, and his protective true energy surged forth, gathering strength to block this seemingly overwhelming attack.

Taking in Zuo Lengchan's reaction, a hint of mockery flashed in Abbess Miejue's eyes.

Her outstretched palms suddenly snapped together, and her right hand flashed like a thunderbolt, striking Zuo Lengchan's vital point in the chest with lightning speed—the [Shanzhong acupoint]!
The powerful wind from the edge of the palm condensed into a sharp, piercing sound that arrived in an instant.

Faced with this scene, Zuo Lengchan was horrified, took a deep breath, and stomped his foot hard.

"boom!"

A loud bang, deeper and more shattering than before, exploded.

The sturdy palanquin suddenly sank under Zuo Lengchan's hasty kick, causing the backs of the eight Songshan Sect disciples carrying it to bend under the weight.

On the other hand, Zuo Lengchan used the force rising from the soles of his feet, mixed with the true qi in his body, to unleash the Songshan School's "Great Songyang Palm," raising his palm to meet the Abbess Miejue in the air.

The moment their palms collided, a terrifying shockwave erupted from the two of them.

But the next second, Zuo Lengchan's body trembled, and he felt a powerful palm force that made his scalp tingle surge into his body through his hands.

Under the force of this palm strike, Zuo Lengchan sank uncontrollably, forcing him to instinctively bend his legs slightly to dissipate the immense palm force surging into his body.

However, Zuo Lengchan's original intention was not wrong.

But Zuo Lengchan forgot that he was not standing on the ground, but on a palanquin that he had commissioned to be built at great expense over a year.

Therefore, all the palm force was dissipated down Zuo Lengchan's legs.

Starting from Zuo Lengchan's feet, the base of the palanquin, made of precious ebony as hard as iron, was as if it were being blasted from the inside by an invisible giant hammer, emitting a series of teeth-grinding, dense cracking sounds.

Spiderweb-like cracks spread and deepened instantly, causing the entire palanquin to shake violently and groan, its structure collapsing in an instant!

Immediately afterwards, the entire structure of the palanquin could no longer support itself. The base collapsed instantly, and the supporting thick wooden beams twisted, broke, and shattered like rotten wood crushed by a tremendous force.

At the moment the palanquin completely collapsed, the eight Songshan disciples carrying it felt an immense, overwhelming force, like a mountain pressing down on them, violently penetrating their bodies through the shattered palanquin frame!

Their shoulder blades, spine, and hips felt like walnuts being smashed by a heavy hammer! The most terrifying force was ultimately transmitted to their knees!
"Splash, splash, splash."

“Click, click, click”

Amidst the chilling cracking sounds of bones breaking, the faces of the eight Songshan Sect disciples instantly drained of color, their eyes blazing with extreme pain and despair.

Their knees, like fragile porcelain, bent inward and shattered under the terrifying pressure.

Their kneecaps, along with the surrounding flesh and bones, instantly turned into a puddle of mud! The enormous impact forced them to their knees! The heavy wreckage of the chariot slammed heavily onto their broken bodies!
Blood gushed from their contorted mouths and noses like a fountain. The eight men seemed to have all their life force drained away in an instant. They convulsed twice in excruciating pain before falling silent and collapsing into pools of blood and broken wood. The glaring crimson spread rapidly.

Seeing this, Ding Mian, who was standing to the side, was furious.

It should be noted that these eight people, who may seem to be just disciples carrying Zuo Lengchan's palanquin, are actually among the most talented and skilled in internal energy cultivation among the younger generation of the Songshan Sect.

Otherwise, how could eight people carry this palanquin, which weighs hundreds of pounds, without changing their expressions?

In another ten years or so, these eight disciples will surely become the backbone of the Songshan School in the future.

If the Thirteen Protectors of Mount Song could have a second generation, these eight would certainly be among them.

But now, in the blink of an eye, all eight disciples painstakingly trained by the Songshan Sect have perished.

How could this not cause Ding Mian heartache and anger?
Outside the main hall, everyone gasped in shock at the power of Abbess Miejue's palm strike.

Especially Yu Canghai, seeing the eight Songshan Sect disciples who fell to the ground dead with shattered kneecaps, felt a chill swirling around his own knees.

He glanced instinctively at Gu Shaoan, who remained calm in the distance, with an indescribable fear, and felt his heart pounding wildly.

Why do people from the Emei Sect always like to break people's leg bones when they fight?

Amidst the smoke and the stench of blood, Zuo Lengchan staggered and landed on the ground.

Although his body was stable, the hard bluestone slab under Zuo Lengchan's feet was cracked by his footsteps.

His face, however, was no longer calm as before; instead, it was flushed red.

By now, Zuo Lengchan knew perfectly well that Abbess Miejue's palm strike was not originally intended for him.

They were not there for him, but for the palanquin he was sitting in and the eight Songshan Sect disciples carrying it.

In the very first moment of the encounter, Miejue took advantage of the situation to crush the chariot and wiped out eight of his Songshan Sect's elite disciples with a mere wave of her hand. Such an action was undoubtedly a slap in the face to him.

"Extinction~"

Zuo Lengchan roared and charged towards Abbess Miejue like a tiger descending a mountain.

With a frenzied dance of his palms, he instantly unleashed the full power of the Great Songyang Palm!

The palm wind howled, fierce and intense. With the surge of true energy, each of Zuo Lengchan's palms carried the power to split stone and shatter monuments, and every move was aimed at destroying vital points around his body.

In his hands, the Songshan School's "Great Songyang Palm" became unpredictable, with its power flowing smoothly and seamlessly, combining fierceness and exquisite skill, truly reaching the realm of "perfect and effortless mastery."

His anger, now unleashed, was even more astonishing!
Despite Zuo Lengchan's relentless onslaught, Abbess Miejue remained calm and composed.

Her body was as still as a mountain, and her footwork was as light as a breeze swaying a willow. She could always avoid the opponent's sharp edge with the slightest movement, just a fraction of a second before the palm strikes the body.

No matter how powerful and skillful Zuo Lengchan's "Great Songyang Palm" was, Abbess Miejue only used the ingenious variations of "Golden Summit Cotton Palm" to neutralize and guide it. Her movements seemed small, but she always struck first after being behind, forcing Zuo Lengchan to change his moves and dodge, causing his internal blood and qi to churn violently.

The Golden Summit Cotton Palm was created by Guo Xiang after integrating the unique skills of various schools. Its subtle and profound changes and lofty and mysterious ideas are far superior to the palm techniques of the Songshan School.

Even though Abbess Miejue had not yet fully mastered it and was far from the highest level Guo Xiang had envisioned, it was still several times stronger than the Songshan Sect's "Great Songyang Palm".

Moreover, at this moment, the true essence within Abbess Miejue's body, after being purified and refined by the "Emei Nine Yang True Scripture," has reached the profound realm of "condensing qi into essence."

Each palm strike, regardless of the specific move or style employed, contains an immense, unstoppable surge of pure Yang energy, as vast and boundless as an ocean.

Every time Zuo Lengchan forcefully countered or blocked, he felt as if his powerful palm force was striking a bottomless, solid wall of metal. Not only could he not shake his opponent in the slightest, but the vast true energy that rebounded back was like a raging torrent that made his arms numb and his blood and qi in his chest boil.

He unleashed seventeen palm strikes in succession, but was forced to retreat seventeen steps.

Every step left a deep footprint on the ground.

Abbess Miejue even deliberately controlled her strength, only knocking him back a few steps each time, so that he wouldn't be seriously injured immediately, but leaving him powerless like a child being played by an adult in front of everyone.

Taking in the situation, Gu Shaoan chuckled inwardly.

In the past, Abbess Miejue's strength was only second-rate in the martial arts world.

Indeed, we need to rely on the Heaven-Slaying Sword to deter the enemy.

But that also depends on who Extinction is facing.

Without the Heaven-Slaying Sword, Abbess Miejue's strength a few years ago might have been comparable to that of the four great Dharma Kings of the Ming Cult, including the Green-Winged Bat King.

However, if Yang Xiao had the Heaven-Slaying Sword in hand, he wouldn't dare to underestimate Abbess Miejue.

Each of these people, if placed within the Five Mountains Sword Sect, could easily overpower Zuo Lengchan.

Not to mention that Abbess Miejue's strength now is more than ten times stronger than it was three years ago. Even someone like Yang Xiao could only last a few dozen moves against Abbess Miejue at this point.

Zuo Lengchan, with his limited perspective, actually dared to challenge the current Abbess Miejue; he was simply asking for trouble.

Inside the arena, Zuo Lengchan, who had been knocked back three steps by Abbess Miejue's palm strike once again, and whose blood and qi were churning in his chest and almost bursting out of his throat, finally understood the torment Abbess Miejue had been playing on him from beginning to end.

An unprecedented sense of humiliation gripped Zuo Lengchan like a venomous snake, instantly filling his eyes with a raging crimson.

"Looking for death~"

With a loud shout, Zuo Lengchan pounced on Miejue like a tiger, his right hand striking out fiercely.

This time, however, as the palm wind pierced the air, Abbess Miejue keenly sensed a chilling coldness in the wind that didn't belong to the sweltering summer heat.

With a wary mind, Abbess Miejue rapidly channeled her true energy, yet maintained an indifferent expression as she unleashed another palm strike.

The moment the two palms collided, Abbess Miejue immediately felt a chilling, icy aura, like snow and wind, mixed with the equally chilling palm force rush into her body.

It even caused specks of eerie white frost to appear on the clothes of Abbess Miejue's right hand and her entire right arm.

But the next second, as the true essence circulated, the icy true energy and palm force that had just entered Abbess Miejue's body instantly melted away like ice and snow, disappearing completely.

Abbess Miejue sneered inwardly, gripped the ground with her right foot, and as she twisted her waist, the force flowed through her right palm.

Zuo Lengchan immediately felt a powerful and domineering force, along with a hint of scorching heat, rush into his body through Abbess Miejue's palm.

Under the influence of these powerful energies, Zuo Lengchan discovered that the moment his own Frost True Qi came into contact with them, it was as if he had encountered an absolute nemesis. The frosty poison within the Frost True Qi, which should have been penetrating to the bone and marrow, was instantly dissolved by these energies.

"how is this possible?"

The icy true energy that Zuo Lengchan was so proud of was like snow meeting boiling water in the face of this power, retreating step by step. Zuo Lengchan was struck dumb, and only this one thought remained in his mind.

"Uh!"

Before he could think further, he felt an irresistible, powerful force mixed with a burning sensation penetrating his meridians, surging wildly into his arm.

The shock made his blood boil, and he staggered back three big steps.

A trickle of blood uncontrollably spilled from the corner of his mouth!

Abbess Miejue stood still, her robes fluttering gently, not even a strand of hair was disheveled.

The white frost on the monk's robe on the right shoulder began to melt away, just like snow in spring.

Looking up at Zuo Lengchan opposite her, Abbess Miejue spoke coldly.

Is this the source of your audacity to spout such nonsense in front of this humble nun?

"It's truly like an ant trying to shake a tree; it's utterly ineffective."

"The Songshan Sect, huh~"

In Abbess Miejue's view, the chilling true energy that Zuo Lengchan was using at this moment was not even as cold, poisonous, and sinister as the power of Wei Yixiao's "Frosty Palm" from the Ming Cult.

Even three years ago, Abbess Miejue wouldn't have necessarily taken these chilling true energies seriously, let alone now.

Hearing the undisguised mockery from Abbess Miejue, Zuo Lengchan's pupils contracted sharply, and he immediately spat out a mouthful of blood.

With the spitting out of this mouthful of blood, Zuo Lengchan's spirit, which he had held for many years, seemed to dissipate as well.

When faced with the subsequent extermination attack, they had lost their previous momentum and could only retreat step by step.

It truly was a case of "one palm shattering the leader's soul, tearing off the tiger skin to reveal his true, begging self."

Inside and outside the main hall, watching the battle unfold, all was deathly silent.

The faces of Yue Buqun, Ning Zhongze, and Abbess Dingjing all showed expressions of shock.

Zuo Lengchan was extremely talented. As early as his thirties, he was already recognized as the number one person in the Five Mountains Sword Sect.

Otherwise, how could he single-handedly lead the entire Songshan Sect to suppress the Huashan Sect, Hengshan Sect, and others?

Yet these people who had been dominating them for over a decade were now being forced to retreat step by step in the face of Extinction, utterly powerless to fight back.

The psychological impact of this scene on Yue Buqun and others can be imagined.

"Head!"

However, compared to Yue Buqun and others, Ding Mian, Fei Bin, and the other Thirteen Protectors of Songshan were furious.

Seeing that Zuo Lengchan was barely clinging to life under the seemingly casual but actually earth-shattering Pure Yang Palm Force of Abbess Miejue, and that he might die at any moment, the group was extremely anxious.

Ding Mian, in particular, felt a chill in his heart as he looked at Zuo Lengchan, who was powerless to fight back.

Today, the Songshan Sect has provoked us. If it were an ordinary sect, given Songshan's strength, they might have been able to put on a show of politeness and feign defeat after their leader's defeat, planning to retaliate another day.

But opposite her was Emei, whose leader was the fierce and vengeful Abbess Miejue.

Expecting her to show mercy and stop short of harm? That's wishful thinking!

If Abbess Miejue continues her actions, not only will Zuo Lengchan, the leader of the Songshan Sect, face trouble afterward, but the entire Songshan Sect will likely be in trouble as well.

Thinking of this, he glanced out of the corner of his eye at Abbess Juechen, who was standing calmly to the side, and the group of young Emei disciples. Ding Mian's eyes hardened, and evil thoughts arose in his heart.

Immediately, Ding Mian activated his true energy and used the method of transmitting sound through true energy to notify Fei Bin and the other nine members of the Thirteen Protectors of Songshan.

A few moments later, all ten people looked in the direction where Gu Shaoan and the others were.

Just as Ding Mian mobilized his true energy to transmit his voice, Gu Shaoan and Abbess Juechen, who were originally watching the scene, noticed it and glanced at Ding Mian and the others out of the corner of their eyes.

Then, a cold glint flashed in Abbess Juechen's eyes as she turned her head to inform Gu Shaoan.

But when she turned her head, her eyes met Gu Shaoan's.

After a slight pause, the two exchanged a knowing smile.

At the same time, as they reached a consensus, Ding Mian shouted "Make your move!" and his body moved with the sound. He charged towards the location of the Emei Sect members like an arrow released from a bow, with the others following closely behind.

The movements of the ten people were so conspicuous that Yue Buqun, Ning Zhongze, and others immediately looked at the group who were using their lightness skills to speed away.

Even Miejue, who was originally swinging her hand at Zuo Lengchan, paused for a moment before continuing to strike Zuo Lengchan with confidence.

They seemed completely unaware of Ding Mian and the others' intentions.

The next second, seeing the direction Ding Mian and the others were moving in, Abbess Dingjing's expression immediately changed and she roared angrily.

"How dare you, thief!"

As she spoke, Abbess Dingjing used her lightness skill to try and stop Ding Mian and the others.

However, Ding Mian and the others' sudden attack was too abrupt. By the time Abbess Dingjing reacted, Ding Mian and the others had already covered more than half the distance.

Ding Mian and his group launched their attack swiftly and ruthlessly, and the distance between them was fleeting.

Especially Zhong Zhen, nicknamed "Nine-Bend Sword," who charged on the far left. His swordsmanship was cunning and unpredictable, and his movements were swift and elusive. At this moment, in order to seize the credit, he pushed his lightness skill to the extreme. His whole body was like a gray lightning bolt that touched the ground. He actually came from behind and almost stood shoulder to shoulder with Ding Mian.

A pair of small eyes, flashing with a fierce light, were fixed on Abbess Juechen. Although the sword in her hand was not drawn, her fingertips were already gripping the hilt, ready to draw the sword and sweep it or strike her pressure points at any moment.

Soon, the two sides were only a few feet apart.

Just as Zhong Zhen was secretly delighted, about to draw his sword with his fingers, and his figure was about to pounce on a hungry tiger to within five feet of Abbess Juechen, Abbess Juechen, who was standing next to Gu Shaoan, moved!

Without any earth-shattering fanfare, her movements even carried a strange rhythm and composure.

With a simple step forward, his body spun lightly, and he instantly appeared in front of the Nine-Bend Sword Bell Town with ghostly speed.

Zhong Zhen only felt a blur before his eyes, and the nun Juechen, who was just a few feet away in a simple monk's robe, suddenly rushed out and instantly closed in on Zhong Zhen, standing two feet in front of him.

With a sword flashing through the air, a head instantly flew off.

　I'm posting this chapter early! Consider it an extra chapter for today!
　　
　
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