An unexpected encounter with the sleeping Little Dragon Girl leads to the annihilation of the Quanzh

He had practiced his moves day and night for decades, and they were already ingrained in his bones and soul. How could he possibly admit his mistake!

In the entire world, apart from himself and his deceased mentor Hong Qigong, no one else knows this supreme skill of the Beggars' Sect!

This young man, labeled a demon by the Quanzhen Sect, this traitor who swore to personally cleanse the sect of its evil, he…

How could he know the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms?!

Guo Jing's heart stopped beating for a moment.

Then came an even more violent pounding, which nearly shattered his chest.

wrong!

Every pore on his body was screaming.

wrong!

Different!

Lin Ye's stance appeared to be the opening move of "The Dragon Regrets Its Ascent," but the underlying meaning was far greater than what he had learned...

Much older!

The Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms that Guo Jing learned emphasized "unparalleled ferocity," with a single palm strike possessing the power to overturn mountains and seas.

But Lin Ye's posture, the seemingly slow circle drawing, was actually mobilizing some kind of most primal power in the world.

His "strength" is restrained, it is poised to erupt, like the deathly stillness of a volcano in the last moment before it erupts.

His "fierceness" was not outward, but concentrated, compressing the power of the entire sky into that one right palm.

Guo Jing subconsciously simulated the move in his mind.

He realized that if he was the raging sea that stirred up towering waves, then Lin Ye was the boundless land that carried the entire ocean and remained unchanged since ancient times!

A sense of insignificance stemming from his martial arts instincts, and a sense of awe in the face of the true "Tao," welled up from the depths of Guo Jing's heart without warning.

He had practiced the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms, a martial art he was proud of his entire life and which was hailed as the "number one" external martial art in the world, but it was no match for Lin Ye's starting stance...

It's like a joke.

It's like a child trying to imitate a master's brushstrokes, only capturing the form but not the spirit.

No, it doesn't even have a complete form!

Guo Jing's breathing became extremely heavy. He stared intently at Lin Ye, his mind a complete mess.

Why?

Why is that?

Hong Qigong said that he derived this palm technique from a fragmented manual and improved upon it, which is why it has its current power.

Is it...

Could it be that what Lin Ye learned was the real, unedited version...?

Full version?!

This thought, like a black lightning bolt, shattered Guo Jing's unwavering belief.

If what Lin Ye learned is true, then what is Guo Jing?

What is the origin of his martial arts skills?

What's even more terrifying is that this palm technique, hailed as the "greatest of heroes" and possessing the most powerful and masculine strength, would appear in the body of a "demon".

Who is right?

Who is evil?

What kind of being is he standing here today, holding high the banner of "acting on behalf of Heaven"?

Guo Jing's heart was filled with an unprecedented storm.

He felt that the world he had always believed in was collapsing and shattering before his eyes, inch by inch.

He looked at Qiu Chuji, then at the murderous Quanzhen disciples, and finally at the imposing, majestic figure in the formation. A profound sense of absurdity gripped his heart.

Perhaps, it was wrong from the very beginning.

Unlike Guo Jing's emotional collapse, the Seven Masters of Quanzhen felt only confusion and shock.

"Senior brother!"

Wang Chuyi, the most impatient of them all, was the first to lose his temper. He lowered his voice and asked Ma Yu and Qiu Chuji beside him in astonishment, "What kind of kung fu is this little beast using? Why... why is his aura so terrifying?"

Qiu Chuji's face was extremely grim.

The long sword he had been holding high had somehow begun to droop slightly.

His hesitation, as the key to the main attack, directly caused the sword energy of the entire Big Dipper Formation to become disordered.

"No...it's not a martial art from my Quanzhen Sect."

Qiu Chuji squeezed out these words through clenched teeth, his voice hoarse.

Quanzhen martial arts pursue "quietude and non-action" and "harmony of yin and yang," emphasizing using softness to overcome hardness and skill to defeat force.

No matter how sharp the aura of the disciples was, it always carried the elegance and etherealness of Taoism.

What kind of feeling does Lin Ye give off right now?

He is an emperor!

They are the overlords!

It's the kind of attitude that says, "Those who obey me prosper, those who oppose me perish."

An absolute sense of dominance!

That pure and domineering masculinity, like a blazing sun, appeared out of nowhere atop Zhongnan Mountain, dimming all the stars (sword light).

This aura runs counter to the principles of the Quanzhen School, completely contradicting its core beliefs!

"That momentum..."

The headmaster, Ma Yu, had the most profound gaze. He was a man of great knowledge, yet even he frowned at this moment. "It does bear some resemblance to... the Beggar Clan's Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms."

"The Beggars' Sect?"

Tan Chuduan, Hao Datong, Sun Bu'er, and the others were all taken aback.

"impossible!"

Qiu Chuji categorically denied it, saying, "I have personally witnessed Chief Hong's palm techniques. Although they are fierce, they are the fierceness of 'the greatest of heroes,' upright and honorable. But this kid..."

Qiu Chuji couldn't continue.

Because he couldn't find the right words to describe it.

Lin Ye's aura contained neither chivalry nor demonic intent.

That is something older and purer.

That is the "force" itself.

It is the most primitive and unreasonable thing in the world...

The manifestation of power.

A giant dragon, awakened from the ancient wilderness, slowly opened its golden eyes and indifferently gazed at the ants at its feet who were trying to provoke it.

Contempt.

It is devoid of any emotional coloring, stemming purely from contempt due to the difference in the level of life.

"How...how could he possibly be a disciple trained by our Quanzhen School..."

Sun Bu'er muttered to himself, his voice filled with disbelief.

Yes, that's what terrifies them the most.

A third-generation disciple who grew up in the Quanzhen Sect and was regarded by them as a useless person with low talent who was bullied by others, suddenly became an honored guest of the Ancient Tomb Sect.

Now, they are unleashing mysterious martial arts techniques that they have never heard of before, yet are so powerful they are breathtaking.

What exactly happened in between?

Their knowledge of Lin Ye was almost entirely blank, except for the labels of "traitor" and "betraying his master and ancestors".

This blank space is now transforming into the deepest fear, shrouding the hearts of every one of the Seven Masters of Quanzhen.

They discovered that they had provoked a completely unknown and incomprehensible terrifying entity. ...

The martial arts heroes watching from the sidelines were now completely silent.

They originally came to watch the spectacle, to see how the Quanzhen Sect would clean house, and to see how the great hero Guo Jing would subdue demons.

In their imagination, the Seven Masters of Quanzhen would set up a grand formation, with Guo Jing supporting them from the sidelines, while the "demon" Lin Ye would be overwhelmed and eventually have his chest pierced by the sword of justice, much to everyone's delight.

But now, the wrong script has been picked up.

"What...what kind of kung fu is that? Just the starting stance alone makes me feel a little breathless."

A swordsman from Shanxi, cold sweat beading on his forehead, instinctively tightened his grip on the hilt of his sword.

"Such...such an overbearing aura!"

A bodyguard beside him said, his face pale, "I...I was fortunate enough to witness Master Guo's skills once from afar, and his power was like that of a god. But...but this young man's aura...is even greater than Master Guo's..."

He dared not continue.

But everyone understood what he meant.

Guo Jing's Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms represent the pinnacle of chivalry and the culmination of acquired skills, earning him our utmost respect.

Lin Ye's demeanor, however, was the nascent form of a "god," an innate aura that intimidated and overwhelmed...

fear.

Among the crowd, several knowledgeable elders began whispering among themselves, their faces filled with shock and greed.

"To possess such a profound level of martial arts skill at such a young age... this cannot be explained by talent alone. This child must have encountered an extraordinary event!"

"The Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms... Could it be that he obtained the complete inheritance of Qiao Feng from the North?"

"Qiao Feng of the North? That was a figure from a hundred years ago! How is that possible!"

"If that's really the case... then the value of this palm technique is probably even higher than the Nine Yin Manual!"

A series of gazes, some fervent and some chilling, pierced through the crowd and focused on Lin Ye.

The once-unbreakable "Righteous Alliance" has quietly developed cracks in the face of absolute power and immense temptation.

Everyone started to have their own little schemes in mind.

No one knew that Lin Ye was in an unprecedentedly wondrous state at this moment.

The moment he assumed the "Regretful Dragon" stance, the martial arts insights belonging to Qiao Feng, infused into his body by the system, surged like a flood, instantly washing over his limbs and taking over his soul.

Before him, there was no longer Zhongnan Mountain, nor those "enemies" with different appearances.

Instead, it was a vast, desolate northern land, stained red by the flames of war.

In my ears, I heard the mournful cries of warhorses and the roars of Khitan and Song soldiers.

A tall, imposing figure, imbued with tragic heroism, slowly merged with him in the depths of his consciousness.

"boom!"

A dragon's roar resounded in Lin Ye's mind.

He sensed it.

He sensed Qiao Feng's state of mind when he unleashed that palm strike.

It wasn't for showing off skills, for killing, or for competing.

That is protection.

It is the resolute determination and sense of responsibility that says, "Behind me are A'Zhu, Yanmen Pass, and all the people of the world. Who dares to take a step forward?"

It is the unwavering and tragic spirit of guarding the pure land in one's heart, even if it means going against the whole world!