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

This is the true meaning of the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms!

The greatest heroes are those who serve their country and its people!

What I command, I use to subdue the rebellious dragon, solely for the sake of protection!

Lin Ye slowly turned his head, glancing out of the corner of his eye at the graceful white figure standing behind him.

Little Dragon Girl.

His A'Zhu.

His Yanmen Pass.

The people he wants to protect in this lifetime.

An unprecedented surge of immense power, originating from the depths of his dantian and flowing along the meridians opened by the Yi Jin Jing (Muscle/Tendon Changing Classic), rushed wildly towards his right palm.

That power was no longer simply internal force.

It has a golden luster, a faint dragon roar, and a will to burn the eight wastelands and be the only one who is supreme!

Lin Ye's lips curled up again.

But this time, it's no longer about being sinister or arrogant.

Rather, it is ultimate confidence and the composure to control everything.

Looking at the various expressions of shock, confusion, and greed on the faces of those "reputable sects," the last bit of bewilderment in his heart vanished.

Reasoning?

What's the point of reasoning with a group of people who believe you're a demon and covet the secrets you possess?

This martial world only needs sixty years to vanquish the demons!

At the foot of Zhongnan Mountain, a tall Tibetan monk stopped in his tracks.

He was dressed in a yellow monk's robe and wore a five-Buddha crown; he was none other than the Mongolian National Preceptor, the Golden Wheel Dharma King, who had come from afar.

He raised his head and looked up at the winding, blue stone mountain path.

Ancient pines line both sides of the mountain path, shrouded in mist and clouds. The Chongyang Palace on the mountaintop appears and disappears in the clouds, with the occasional distant and clear chimes of bells, truly giving it the air of a sacred celestial land.

Once upon a time, the three words "Zhongnan Mountain" held immense weight in his heart.

The orthodox school of martial arts under heaven, the leader of the Taoist esoteric sect.

Wang Chongyang, the founder of the school, defeated the Eastern Heretic, Western Poison, Southern Emperor and Northern Beggar in the Mount Hua Sword Tournament, and won the Nine Yin Manual, making him the number one martial artist in the world.

What an honor, what a prestigious reputation!

His purpose in coming to the Central Plains was to meet with all the heroes of the world and to assess the quality of martial arts in this land.

The Quanzhen Sect was originally the first touchstone he had set in mind.

But now, standing at the foot of this mountain, the intense longing he once felt has dwindled to only a fraction.

"After Wang Chongyang, there was no more Quanzhen."

The Golden Wheel Monk snorted coldly in his heart.

The Seven Masters of Quanzhen were nothing more than those who maintained the status quo.

The third generation of disciples were even more mediocre and incompetent, only able to bully others in the martial arts world by relying on the name of their patriarch.

Such a sect has long lost its soul, leaving only an empty shell.

Holy Land?

How can a sect that can't even handle its own apostate disciples be called a holy land?

What a joke.

Without further hesitation, he took a step and his figure, like a wisp of smoke, swiftly swept upwards along the mountain path.

His steps seemed slow, each one steady and resonant on the stone steps, yet the mountain scenery rushed past him.

In the short time it takes to burn an incense stick, he had already left behind the mountain path that would normally take an ordinary person half a day to traverse.

The closer you get to the summit, the stronger the somber and tense atmosphere becomes.

The Golden Wheel Monk frowned slightly.

This aura...

Not right.

Instead of the tranquility of Taoist self-cultivation, it was filled with the standoff of swords and the rage of a potential explosion.

He slowed his pace, concealed his aura, and like a falling leaf, silently climbed a tall pine tree, hiding among the dense branches and leaves, looking towards the huge square in front of Chongyang Palace.

With just one glance, his usually calm and collected eyes were stirred.

Hundreds of people stood in the square, a dense mass of people.

The inner circle consisted entirely of Quanzhen Sect disciples dressed in apricot-yellow Taoist robes, each wielding a long sword and forming the Big Dipper Sword Formation, their expressions tense.

The outer circle consisted of all sorts of martial arts figures: members of the Beggars' Sect, Shaolin, and some unknown sects. Each of them had a complex expression, showing both indignation at a common enemy and an undisguised greed and suspicion.

Opposite these hundreds of people stood only two people.

One male and one female.

The woman was dressed in white, more beautiful than the snow on the mountaintop, untouched by the mortal world.

Her beauty was so striking that she seemed unreal, as if she were a fairy from the heavens who had accidentally fallen into this noisy mortal world.

Even from this distance, the Golden Wheel Monk could sense the aloof and unapproachable aura emanating from her, which could freeze all the heat and noise around her.

What an absolutely stunning woman!

The Golden Wheel Monk's gaze lingered briefly on the woman before being firmly drawn to the young man in front of her.

The young man looked to be in his early twenties, dressed in a blue robe, and with a tall and straight figure like a pine tree.

He stood there alone, facing a sword formation of hundreds of people and their menacing gazes, yet he was an insurmountable mountain.

The atmosphere in the square was so heavy it was almost palpable.

Every person's breath is being choked by an invisible hand.

The Golden Wheel Dharma King watched with great interest.

This is quite an interesting sight.

Is it the Quanzhen Sect, in conjunction with other martial arts practitioners, that is besieging this young couple?

Judging from that young man's age, the fact that he could cause such a huge problem suggests either he has an extremely powerful background, or...

It means possessing a rare treasure.

He saw Qiu Chuji, Wang Chuyi, and others from the Seven Masters of Quanzhen standing in front of the formation, their faces ashen, glaring angrily at the young man, and shouting something.

The young man remained silent throughout.

Until a certain moment, he moved.

He did not draw his sword, nor did he strike any fancy pose.

He simply raised his right palm slowly, and drew a circle with his left hand, protecting his chest.

A very simple starting stance.

"The dragon that soars too high will regret it."

The Golden Wheel Monk's pupils suddenly contracted.

The Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms?

The Beggars' Sect's ultimate martial art?

Is this young man a member of the Beggars' Sect?

No, isn't the leader of the Beggars' Sect that guy named Lu Youjiao? He doesn't have that kind of demeanor.

Moreover, judging from Guo Jing's expression, he looked shocked and confused.

As he was pondering this in his mind, the unexpected turn of events on the field caused his thoughts to freeze instantly.

The moment Lin Ye adopted that starting stance, the air on the entire summit of Zhongnan Mountain seemed to be sucked dry.

An indescribable, vast and boundless pressure erupted from him!

That's not internal energy.

Jinlunfa immediately made a judgment.

His Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill has reached the tenth level, making his perception of power extremely acute.

Even the most profound internal strength of an ordinary master is merely the condensation of "qi".

What this young man exuded was "power"!

"meaning"!

A deep, ancient hum resounded deep within everyone's eardrums.

The stone slabs in the square began to tremble slightly.

Some martial arts practitioners with weaker skills felt a tightness in their chest and a surge of blood and qi, causing them to lose their balance and stagger back several steps.

Even the Quanzhen Sect disciples who had formed the Big Dipper Formation began to tremble uncontrollably with their swords, showing fear and submission!

"What...what is this?!"

"What a terrifying aura!"

"He...he hasn't even made a move yet!"

A suppressed gasp erupted from the crowd.

However, all of this presented a different picture in the eyes of the Golden Wheel Monk.

What he saw was not some invisible pressure.

He saw that as Lin Ye began his stance, wisps of pale golden energy rose from the ground beneath his feet, as if drawn by some mysterious force, and surged wildly into his right palm.

That wasn't an outward release of internal force, but rather the primordial energy of heaven and earth, drawn by the "artistic conception" of his palm strike, spontaneously converging towards him!

This is no longer within the realm of ordinary martial arts!

This is almost...

Road!

For the first time, the Golden Wheel Monk's breathing became heavy.

He stared intently at Lin Ye's right palm.

That hand, though still made of flesh and blood, transformed into a dragon claw covered in golden scales in his perception.

The supreme will that could burn the eight wastelands and look down upon the world emanated from that palm, making even the Mongolian national teacher feel a chill in his heart.

impossible!

Absolutely impossible!

He had met Hong Qigong, the former leader of the Beggars' Clan, several times, and had also witnessed the Northern Beggar's Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms.

Hong Qigong's palm techniques are unparalleled in their power and ferocity, each strike imbued with the spirit of a towering hero.

Guo Jing, that kid, received the true teachings of Hong Qigong. His palm techniques are also superb, upright and honorable, carrying the noble spirit of "serving the country and the people".

But the young man's palm technique...

Completely different from them!

If Guo Jing's palm technique is a righteous dragon protecting his homeland, then this young man's palm technique is an ancestral dragon that emerged from ancient mythology!