Demonic Calamity Across the Heavens: Starting with Little Li's Flying Dagger

Chapter 98 If I hear the Way in the morning, I can die content in the evening.

Hu Ci'en was strong and robust, but not tall. He looked short and wiry. His fists were clenched in front of his chest, and the shackles on his feet prevented his legs from being spread apart by less than a foot. However, he moved very fast, covering a hundred paces in three or five breaths. His fists were one in front of the other, striking straight at the heart of the enemy.

Wei Wu knew that his Iron Palm was fierce, but he was not afraid at all. He met the attack with one palm and at the same time smashed his other fist into Wei Wu's forehead.

Bang!

Ci'en was bound by iron chains, so Wei Wu's fist was even faster. One punch made Ci'en see stars and his neck kept tilting back.

Wei Wu immediately grabbed his shackles and twisted them hard, instantly tearing the iron shackles into two pieces. He also stepped on the shackles between Ci En's legs and pulled them back, breaking those shackles in two as well: "If you're going to fight, then fight! What kind of talk is this, holding your hands and feet like this!"

Ci'en then stumbled back a few steps.

Once the dragon was freed, Qiu Qianren's face showed no sign of relief; instead, it contorted with even more ferocious pain. "No—!"

The sound was so shrill that Wei Wu couldn't help but want to add a background music piece called "Snowflakes Are Falling" to it.

But the next moment, Qiu Qianren's bewildered and pained eyes were filled with blood red, two plumes of white smoke billowed from his nostrils, and he stared at Wei Wu like a wild beast.

"die!"

He had barely managed to squeeze out a sound when his figure suddenly appeared in front of Wei Wu, his palms as hard as iron, his horizontal push seemingly possessing immense power.

Wei Wu still responded with a single palm strike.

When their three palms met, the bluestone beneath their feet cracked simultaneously, radiating outwards in a circular burst of energy that created countless deep pits within a three-meter radius.

A strong gust of wind swept towards him, and Master Yideng's eyebrows rose, his eyes filled with scrutiny and shock. He had never imagined that besides Guo Jing, there was such a talented young man in the martial world. He couldn't help but exclaim, "What excellent palm technique!"

He showed no intention of attacking at all; he simply clasped his hands together in front of his chest, ready to rescue Qiu Qianren. Although Qiu Qianren's martial arts were high, placing him in the first tier below the Five Greats, what was terrifying was that Wei Wu's true energy was even more abundant than his. With just one hand, a set of unremarkable palm techniques overwhelmed Qiu Qianren, making him unable to breathe and forcing him to retreat step by step.

One palm can crush an iron palm!

"The Mount Hua Sword Tournament—we were just like frogs in a well, so narrow-minded!"

Master Yideng sighed softly, then shouted loudly, "Be careful, benefactor!"

He paused for a moment before using the One-Finger Divine Skill.

The One-Finger Divine Skill ranges from the ninth rank to the first rank, with the first rank being the highest level. However, above the first rank is the Six Meridians Divine Sword. But when our ancestor Duan Yu reached the pinnacle, he simplified the Six Meridians Divine Sword technique and incorporated it into the first-rank One-Finger Divine Skill.

Therefore, with a flick of the finger, the Shaoshang acupoint shot out a force of Yiyang Finger, attempting to force Wei Wu away from a distance and save Qiu Qianren.

But Wei Wu neither dodged nor avoided, pressing Qiu Qianren down with one hand while grabbing at the One-Finger Divine Skill with his bare hands with the other!

Such behavior nearly made Master Yideng's jaw drop.

"Be careful, benefactor—it's impossible!"

Master Yideng was still reminding Wei Wu when he was shocked to see that his One-Finger Divine Skill had struck Wei Wu's palm without leaving a single white mark. He immediately froze on the spot.

One-Finger Divine Skill is his family's secret technique. Although it is an acupoint striking technique, once it reaches the first rank, it becomes a rare and powerful finger technique that gathers qi, and its destructive power is no less than that of sword qi.

Furthermore, he had transformed his internal energy cultivation into Wang Chongyang's Innate Skill. After decades of practice, he had reached the third level of the Innate Skill, achieving the same level as Wang Chongyang at his peak. In addition, he had a portion of the Sanskrit outline of the Nine Yin Manual. Yideng believed that even when facing the Five Greats, no one would dare to withstand his One-Finger Divine Skill.

However, Wei Wu did not use his internal energy; he simply relied on his physical strength to withstand Wei Wu's One-Finger Divine Skill!

Did this person start practicing body-strengthening techniques from the womb?

Master Yideng was only distracted for a moment.

Wei Wu had already forced Qiu Qianren back to Master Yideng's side with just one hand!

Startled, Yi Deng immediately rushed to his aid, striking out with two fingers to assist Qiu Qianren in his counterattack, attempting to force Wei Wu back.

However, Wei Wu himself was exceptionally skilled in physical combat.

Upon arriving in this martial arts world, he fought against the eminent monks Suhe, Wu Santong, and Qiu Qianchi from Tianlong Temple, thus figuring out the martial arts styles of this realm. His stamina increased significantly, and he also benefited greatly in terms of defense and recovery.

Therefore, when facing Master Yideng's One-Finger Divine Skill, he neither dodged nor avoided, but simply waved his hands like a demon in a chaotic dance, drawing Yideng into the battle as well. At the same time, he dealt with both master and disciple with wide, sweeping movements.

Master Yideng secretly groaned.

Qiu Qianren was also brought to his senses by the beating. His eyes were so clear that one could see the shock and disbelief in them. The fierce aura emanating from him visibly dissipated by most of it.

His lifelong obsession was to become one of the Five Greats, and he did all sorts of bad things for it, even plotting against an infant. In the end, he was not only inferior to Guo Jing, but he was also not even as good as this young upstart!

At this point, all obsessions vanished, and the person truly felt a sense of fulfillment, like "laying down the butcher's knife and instantly becoming a Buddha."

Wei Wu had no idea what it meant to know when to stop. He slapped the two men away with both palms, stood still, and took a deep breath like a whale sucking in water. Two streams of hot air entered his arms, and his two hands, which were more beautiful than a woman's, instantly grew to twice the size of a normal person's palms. They turned purplish-red from the inside out, and the veins twisted like broken worms, as if they were dripping blood everywhere.

"Gentlemen, take my Great Purple Sun Hand!"

Even before launching a sneak attack, Yideng had to give a warning. Wei Wu, not wanting to lose face, stopped and gave the two some time to react.

But there weren't many.

Before the words were even finished, two powerful strikes from the Purple Sun Hand were already in front of the two of them.

"Master, be careful!"

Qiu Qianren knew that he and Yideng could not withstand the palm strikes just by feeling the true energy in those palms. He immediately used his Iron Mountain Lean to knock Yideng away, poured all his true energy into his Iron Palm, and forcibly took the two Great Purple Sun Hands.

"puff!"

Qiu Qianren was knocked backward, his legs carving grooves into the bluestone.

Although his body was still in the posture of striking out with his iron palm, blood was gushing out of his mouth as if it were free. When each mouthful of blood hit the ground, it was scalding hot and hissed white smoke, and the spot was as if it had been scorched by fire.

"Compassionate Grace!"

Yideng quickly jumped behind Qiu Qianren, using his profound inner energy to push out his palms, trying to dissipate the remaining inner energy and force for him. He was also pushed back three feet, and blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

But Qiu Qianren finally stopped.

Unfortunately, it was too late to turn the tide!

With just one palm strike, Qiu Qianren was severely injured. He even took the blow for Yideng. The two blows combined shattered Qiu Qianren's meridians and bones into dust.

Let alone Yideng's One-Finger Divine Skill and Innate Skill, even Yama, the King of Hell, would have to frown and think about how to save him after seeing his injuries!

If it were someone else, and they had no grudge against anyone, and they were struck by such a blow, they would surely feel endless resentment in their heart as their life hangs in the balance.

However, Ci'en had already "enlightened" completely, his eyes filled with regret and relief. He tightly grasped Master Yideng's hand and said, "Master, this disciple has atoned for my sins—"

"Well said, well said," Yideng said, tears welling up in his eyes as he listened to his dying words. He nodded to him and said, "If I hear the Way in the morning, I can die content in the evening. Ci'en, you—go."

Ci'en passed away with a smile, her whole being radiating a sense of liberation.

Wei Wu was astonished. His hands had returned to normal. Looking at Master Yideng, who was slowly getting up, he squinted and smiled, "Emperor Duan, do you wish to avenge your disciple?"

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