Quickly conquer the martial arts world, and let your fists dominate the heavens!

Li Qiushui twirled a wisp of feminine true energy between her fingertips as she slowly approached Wu Xingyun, her voice as alluring as silk: "Why are you in such a hurry? Are you jealous that back then, Senior Brother only had eyes for me?"

"You bitch! I'll kill you!"

Wu Xingyun gritted his teeth and roared, each word spurting out mixed with blood and foam.

The piercing wound in her chest caused her blood to rush backward, and she bent over and coughed up a mouthful of blood, staining the broken Buddha statue in front of her. She swayed, only managing to stay upright thanks to a strong will.

Li Qiushui chuckled and shook her head, raising her hand to wave at the First-Class Hall warriors who surrounded her, her tone indifferent: "Even in this state, Senior Sister is still being stubborn. We are fellow disciples, so I will give you some face and leave you with a whole corpse today."

The old monk stepped forward, clasped his hands together, and said earnestly, "Your Majesty, show mercy when you can. She is already critically injured; there is no need to kill her."

“Old monk, this is a private matter between my senior sister and me, and it’s none of your business.”

Li Qiushui's tone suddenly turned cold, her gaze sweeping over the old monk with a hint of pressure, "You were able to live to be over a hundred years old because my husband supported you back then. All kinds of precious medicines and cultivation places were supplied by Xixia. Are you going to disobey me?"

The old monk froze, lowered his eyes and sighed deeply, finally taking a half step back and no longer trying to stop him.

He had received too much favor from the Western Xia royal family and could not bring himself to directly confront Li Qiushui.

Seeing this, Li Qiushui's fingertips surged with true energy, and the Yin-Yang power of the Lesser Formless Skill condensed into a pale purple energy ball, which she then aimed at Wu Xingyun's vital point on his heart.

A resolute glint flashed in Wu Xingyun's eyes; even severely injured and exhausted, he refused to surrender.

She mustered her remaining strength and unleashed the full power of the Tianshan Plum Blossom Hand, her fingertips like hooks and claws, precisely targeting Li Qiushui's wrist, intending to exchange injury for injury and perish together.

"act recklessly!"

Li Qiushui sneered, deftly twisting her wrist to avoid Wu Xingyun's grasp, and then suddenly changed her palm strike, slamming it heavily onto Wu Xingyun's shoulder.

"Click"

With a crisp crack, the sound of shoulder bones breaking was clearly audible. Wu Xingyun groaned and flew backward several feet, his breath growing weaker and weaker.

Under the eaves outside the hall, Gu Yu whispered urgently, "Master, Wu Xingyun is about to collapse! If she dies, Lingjiu Palace will be leaderless and difficult to control!"

Chen Zhan nodded slowly, his tone calm: "Yes, go and meet Li Qiushui."

Gu Yu nodded, and with a flick of her wrist, a long sword was drawn from its sheath—the Water-Splitting Sword.

With a light touch of her toes on the railing, she descended from the sky like a swallow, her Xuan Shui True Qi spreading along the sword, a cold sword aura aimed straight at Li Qiushui's back.

Li Qiushui, a master of profound arts, was not as powerful as Wu Xingyun in his prime, but she was by no means an easy opponent.

Sensing the strong wind behind her, she immediately turned around and struck with her palm, her Lesser Formless Skill's true energy colliding with the Xuan Shui sword energy in mid-air.

With a loud "bang," two streams of true energy erupted in the air, and the shockwave swept outwards. The warriors who were about to step forward to finish off the enemy were forced to retreat several steps, their faces filled with fear.

The Xuan Shui True Qi is cold and sticky; once it touches you, it's like a bone-deep infection. Even ordinary experts would have their meridians frozen if they came into contact with it.

Li Qiushui frowned slightly and said in a deep voice, "Where did this little brat come from, daring to interfere in my affairs? You're asking for death!"

She quickly retreated two steps, her inner energy surging, and struck out with her palm once more.

The wonder of the Lesser Formless Skill lies in its ability to mimic various martial arts. At this moment, the true energy in his palm also emanated a cool color, which was seven parts similar to Gu Yu's Mysterious Water True Energy.

Gu Yu had long heard of the profound mysteries of the Lesser Formless Skill, so she was not surprised.

She flipped her wrist, and the true energy on the Water-Splitting Sword surged, shimmering with a bluish light in the void. Countless fragments of true energy emanated with the sword's momentum, illuminating the entire dilapidated hall.

Without further probing, he unleashed a powerful sword strike, intending to forcefully suppress Li Qiushui's simulated true qi with the pure quality of his Xuan Shui true qi.

The Lesser Formless skill simulates all martial arts techniques in the world, but it can also simulate the extreme consumption of different types of true energy.

Li Qiushui's expression changed slightly, but she had no choice but to accept it.

"Bam—!"

The two streams of true energy collided violently once again, causing the beams and pillars in the southeast corner of Chengtian Hall to break, a large section of the roof to collapse, and bricks and tiles to cascade down.

Upon seeing this, the Western Xia soldiers surrounding the palace raised their shields in preparation.

Gu Yu's skill was ultimately slightly inferior, and she was sent flying backward by the force of the recoil.

Chen Zhan moved slightly, stepped forward in time, and gently placed his palm on her back to catch her steadily. At the same time, he handed her a lustrous relic: "I'll lend you this relic. You can try the secret technique I taught you before. Li Qiushui is a good opponent, and it's a good opportunity to practice."

Gu Yu took the relic, her eyes filled with surprise and delight: "Master, didn't you say that this secret technique is extremely taxing and should not be used lightly?"

Chen Zhan gently shook his head, his gaze falling on the aftershocks of the battle inside the hall: "It cannot be used lightly, but it's different with the relic. With the help of the relic's power, I will protect you. In the future, I may not be able to protect you all the time. Sooner or later, you will have to stand on your own. Today is a good opportunity to train you."

Gu Yu asked no more questions, gripped the relic tightly, and pressed it against her palm.

The warm aura of the relic spread along the meridians in his palm. With a light touch of his toes, he charged into the arena once again, but this time he bypassed Li Qiushui and went straight for the dozen or so First-Class Hall experts who were besieging Wu Xingyun.

Wu Xingyun leaned against a broken pillar, struggling to stop the bleeding, when he saw Gu Yu suddenly attack. A look of surprise flashed in his eyes, and then he said coldly, "Little girl, you don't need to pretend to be kind."

Even so, they did not refuse this temporary help.

Gu Yu smiled, and with a flourish of her sword, Bi Shui froze the weapons of the two warriors with her Xuan Shui True Qi: "I'm not helping you, I just don't want you to die too soon."

Although the two were enemies just a few days ago, they have now temporarily become allies.

Gu Yu's sword strikes were fierce, and his Xuan Shui True Qi forced everyone back. Wu Xingyun struggled to his feet, and his Tianshan Zhemei Hand occasionally struck, each time accurately disarming the warriors and taking down two of them.

But Wu Xingyun was already at his limit; blood was still gushing from the hole in his chest, and his vital energy was constantly being depleted.

Li Qiushui's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and she was about to rush forward, determined to eliminate Wu Xingyun while he was powerless to resist.

Gu Yu was prepared and moved to block Wu Xingyun, a smile playing on her lips: "Your Highness, have you forgotten about this little girl?"

"If you're looking for death, then I'll send you to your death!"

Li Qiushui's gaze darkened, and her true energy suddenly condensed, instantly spreading out a three-zhang-wide field.

She could tell that Gu Yu's cultivation level was slightly inferior, but she still had room to maneuver in a battle of true energy. Once the field was activated, it could create a suppression of cultivation level, which would be enough to end the battle quickly.

Within the field, space froze, and Li Qiushui's figure suddenly disappeared.

The next moment, he appeared beside Gu Yu, his palm carrying the yin and soft force of the Lesser Formless Skill, and struck her shoulder solidly.

What was surprising was not Gu Yu, but Li Qiushui and Wu Xingyun behind her.

As the palm strike landed, Gu Yu remained completely still, not even a slight tremor in her shoulder. On the contrary, Li Qiushui was struck by a surge of powerful qi and blood, causing her to sway and stagger back two steps before regaining her balance.

Why...?

Li Qiushui stared at Gu Yu with surprise and suspicion.

Gu Yu held a sword wrapped around her waist in her right hand, and tightly gripped a blood-red relic in her left palm. The relic emitted a burst of red light, and countless drops of rich blood energy flowed into her body through her palm, causing her body to steam like mist.

"Hey, let's test my secret technique on you two!" Gu Yu chuckled, his arm bulging with qi and blood, and casually struck out with his palm.

The immense force instantly shattered Li Qiushui's domain, and the shockwave, carrying crimson steam, smashed the void, creating terrifying explosions.

Li Qiushui realized something was wrong and quickly circulated her inner energy to shift her body, barely dodging the palm strike.

However, the aftershocks of the palm strike did not dissipate, and the two black-robed warriors behind her were unable to dodge in time and were struck head-on by the residual force of her qi and blood.

Two shrill screams rang out as the two bodies shattered in the palm strike, blood splattering everywhere, leaving not even a mangled remains.

The force of this palm strike was so great that it broke several more of the already dilapidated beams and pillars inside the hall, and a section of the roof collapsed, with bricks and tiles cascading down, making Chengtian Hall even more precarious.

Li Qiushui was utterly shocked, unable to sense any ordinary true energy fluctuations from Gu Yu, only a domineering aura: "What kind of... martial arts is this?"

Gu Yu smiled slyly, pressing his palm firmly against the relic and frantically absorbing its vital energy: "Hehe, my master calls this the martial art of vital energy. Unfortunately, I'm still far from mastering it. To unleash its power, I need to borrow something external."

As soon as she finished speaking, she simply pressed the relic against her chest, allowing the pure blood and qi to flow into her meridians. Her aura instantly surged several times, and even the air seemed to be distorted by the heat.

Her body began to change, and a blood-red light emanated from her petite figure. Her eyes glowed with a burning red light, full of excitement and without the slightest fear.

Before the crimson light could fully spread, Gu Yu moved, and the earth and rocks beneath her feet cracked and turned into a streak of crimson light that circled Wu Xingyun once before returning to its original position in an instant.

After she returned to her original spot, screams began to rang out.

The monks and black-robed warriors holding knives and staffs beside Wu Xingyun were all sent flying by the shockwave, crashing heavily onto the broken walls and ruins. None of them could get up again; all of them had stopped breathing.

Meanwhile, Gu Yu's aura became increasingly unstable, and the red light intensified rapidly.

Chen Zhan spoke calmly from the top of the hall, his voice piercing through the chaos and reaching Gu Yu's ears: "Enough is enough. Don't try to unleash your full power; your physical body can't handle it."

Gu Yu responded with a somewhat disappointed "Oh," and the restless red light around her gradually subsided, instead gathering behind her arms.

As the crimson light swirled, a pair of wings with blue feathers and red stripes slowly unfurled.

Her blue feathers were as warm and lustrous as jade, and her red stripes danced like flames among them. The stripes glowed slightly with her breath, and the edges of her feathers shimmered with a faint blue light.

With a human body and feathered wings, it was elegant yet eerie, leaving everyone in the hall dumbfounded.

"A...monster?"

A young monk, huddled in a corner, whispered in a trembling voice, terrified out of his wits by Gu Yu's inhuman form.

At this time, most of the roof of Chengtian Hall had collapsed. The Western Xia soldiers outside could see it clearly through the broken walls. They raised their shields and stood guard, not daring to even breathe loudly.

"Nonsense, this is a divine bird!"

Gu Yu gave a soft hum and suddenly flapped her wings.

With a loud bang, the shockwave exploded on the spot. Li Qiushui was on guard and managed to move two zhang away by using the field.

But just as she regained her footing, Gu Yu's figure appeared strangely in front of her. The two were almost face to face, and scalding hot blood rushed towards her, burning Li Qiushui's cheeks.

Before Li Qiushui could react, Gu Yu swept her wings, and countless blue feathers shot out into the air, their tips gleaming with a cold light, sharper than needles forged from fine steel.

"Puff puff--"

The sound of blue feathers piercing the air rang out rapidly. Li Qiushui didn't have time to move again, so she could only forcefully unleash all her true energy and condense it into an energy shield to resist.

Qingyu crashed into the energy shield, causing a series of violent noises and scattering of true energy, which forced her to retreat repeatedly.

At the critical moment, a golden light suddenly appeared in front of Li Qiushui.

The old monk's body radiated a burst of Buddhist light. He clasped his hands together and pushed forward, his powerful Buddhist energy forming a barrier that forcefully blocked the remaining blue feathers.

With a soft "crack," the Buddha's light barrier was covered in cracks.

The old monk groaned, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth. He was jolted back three steps, and the bluestone slab beneath his feet shattered.

Gu Yu fluttered her wings lightly, hovering in mid-air, her face showing no urgency, but rather a hint of amusement.

She glanced at the injured old monk, then looked at Li Qiushui, whose face was deathly pale, and said in a light tone, "I just said I would use you two as a test subject."

Li Qiushui supported the old monk, her palms covered in cold sweat.

She never expected that Gu Yu could become so terrifying, that even an old monk who had mastered the art of meditation couldn't withstand a single blow.

The old monk wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. His Buddhist light gradually dimmed, and his breath became much weaker. He whispered to Li Qiushui, "Your Majesty, this woman's blood and qi are exceptionally domineering. This humble monk cannot hold on for long. We need to seek help as soon as possible."

"Requesting help?"

Gu Yu flapped her wings again, and countless green feathers condensed into a feather blade over ten feet long, which, wrapped in scalding blood and qi, slashed straight at the two of them.

The old monk clasped his hands together, pouring all his Buddhist power into his palms. A golden Buddhist wall suddenly rose up and collided head-on with the feather blade.

With a loud "bang," the shockwave shot straight into the sky.

The old monk was so shocked that he staggered back several steps, and the bluestone slab beneath his feet cracked with spiderweb-like patterns.

The domain of the Profound Realm quietly unfolded, enveloping the entire dilapidated hall, attempting to suppress Gu Yu's surging blood and qi with its realm.

Gu Yu merely chuckled softly, spread her wings, and her crimson blood erupted like a volcano.

The cracking sounds rang out one after another.

The old monk's domain was forcibly torn apart. She forced her way through the remaining restraints, and although her speed was slightly slower than before, she still rushed towards the two with overwhelming force.

The violent collision of energy and blood directly blew away all the remaining beams and pillars of the main hall, sending tiles and bricks flying everywhere.

The Western Xia soldiers on the perimeter hurriedly raised their shields to block, but many were still hit by falling rocks, screaming in agony.

The old monk clasped his hands together, his face filled with sorrow, and said, "Benefactor, why commit further killings and cause more suffering to the people?"

These words enraged Gu Yu, causing his blood and qi to surge dramatically. He crashed down in front of the old monk and unleashed a punch:
"Monk, why the hell didn't you say anything just now?!"

"Why didn't you say anything when Li Qiushui wanted to kill Wu Xingyun? Now you're pretending to be merciful!"

"I'll beat you to death today!"

Her eyes widened in anger, and her fist, carrying a bloody steam, was incredibly powerful.

Just now, Li Qiushui wanted to kill Wu Xingyun, but she shut him up with a single sentence. Now, however, she keeps telling him to stop committing murder.

When the Western Xia occupied the land of the Song Dynasty and killed the people of the Song Dynasty, why didn't the old monk stand up and try to stop them?
A punch lands!
The Buddha light in the old monk's palm shattered instantly. He hastily raised his hand to catch it, his arm trembling violently and his blood surging.

The second punch!
Before he could catch his breath, Gu Yu's second punch came right after him!

With two sharp cracking sounds, the old monk's arms were smashed off. (End of Chapter)