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

That overwhelming force, like a mountain collapsing or a tsunami, slammed into Qiu Chuji's dantian! He felt as if his internal organs had been displaced, a mouthful of blood rushed to his throat, and he flew backward like a kite with a broken string.

A sturdy figure appeared just in time, spreading out his arms and catching him steadily.

It's Guo Jing.

"puff--!"

Even with his indestructible body, Guo Jing was still shaken by the terrifying force that was transmitted, causing his blood and qi to surge. He plowed two deep furrows in the ground with his feet and staggered back seven or eight steps before he could barely dissipate the remaining force.

Guo Jing's face was filled with horror.

He looked down at Qiu Chuji, whose face was ashen and who was barely breathing, in his arms, and then looked up at the solitary young man in black. A feeling of utter absurdity welled up in his heart.

That kick just now...

That kick was incredibly powerful and domineering!

That is clearly...

"The Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms!!" Guo Jing's voice was hoarse with shock. He stared intently at Lin Ye, his eyes filled with disbelief. "How do you know the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms?! What is your relationship with Hong Qigong, Senior Hong?!"

The Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms is a closely guarded secret of the Beggars' Sect. Apart from the sect leader, only Guo Jing received direct instruction from Hong Qigong. This young man, judging by his bone structure, is no more than twenty years old. How could he wield this palm technique with such unparalleled skill, even... even surpassing his own mastery and dominance!

Could it be... that Senior Hong took on another disciple during his travels around the world?

The thought had barely crossed his mind when Guo Jing immediately dismissed it. Impossible! If Senior Hong truly wanted to take on a disciple, why wouldn't he have informed him? Moreover, this person's eccentric and ruthless behavior contradicts Senior Hong's chivalrous spirit; he could never be a successor of the Beggars' Sect!

Guo Jing couldn't understand it.

All the martial arts knowledge he knew and the rules of the martial arts world he understood became a joke in front of Lin Ye.

Lin Ye did not answer Guo Jing's question.

His gaze didn't linger on Guo Jing even for a moment.

His gaze swept over everyone and landed in the distance.

It landed on the rolling green hills of Zhongnan Mountain.

That was the place where he endured humiliation and hardship, barely clinging to life.

There, he spent countless days and nights being bullied, mocked, and trampled upon.

Zhao Zhijing's death was just the beginning.

A humble beginning.

The slightly sweet and pungent smell of blood did not extinguish the flames in his heart; instead, it was like a drop of boiling oil poured into the already red-hot furnace of purgatory.

not enough.

That's far from enough!

The sensation of crushing an enemy's skull, the sticky feeling of warm brain matter and blood splattering on your palm, the thrill of life fading away completely at your fingertips...

what……

How wonderful.

Lin Ye's lips curled up uncontrollably, forming an almost manic arc.

He liked this feeling.

He enjoyed watching these usually aloof and righteous "pillars of the righteous path" reveal their ugly side of fear, despair, and hysteria in the face of his absolute power.

He enjoyed listening to the groans of their bones breaking inch by inch beneath his feet.

He liked to crush their pride and the principles they upheld throughout their lives as easily as crushing an ant!

It's been suppressed for too long.

too long.

From the moment he transmigrated into this damned world and became a useless nobody in the Quanzhen Sect, his soul was imprisoned by invisible shackles and scorched by the poisonous flames of humiliation every day and every moment.

He once thought he would die silently in some dark corner, like a bug.

Until the system awakens, until power descends like divine grace.

Now, he can finally...do whatever he wants!

"You..." Guo Jing saw that Lin Ye ignored him and only showed that creepy smile, and his anger began to rise. He was about to speak again.

"Noisy."

Lin Ye finally withdrew his gaze, his cold eyes sweeping over everyone present.

His voice was soft, yet it was like an invisible hammer, striking everyone's hearts hard.

"You..." He paused, seemingly choosing his words carefully, before finally uttering two words, "Come at me all at once."

What?!

These words caused an uproar in the room!

Ma Yu, Wang Chuyi, Tan Chuduan, and others were all shocked and furious.

Madness!

That's utterly arrogant!

Who are they?

They are the Seven Masters of Quanzhen! They are the pinnacle of the martial arts world today! They are recognized as the top masters outside of the Five Greats!

Behind them were Guo Jing, a rising star, and hundreds of elite disciples of the Quanzhen Sect!

Lin Ye, a mere traitor to the Quanzhen Sect, a disgrace to his master and ancestors, dared to utter such arrogant words, claiming he could challenge them all by himself?!

"You brat! How dare you be so arrogant!" Wang Chuyi, who had the most fiery temper, immediately shouted angrily, brandishing his long sword as he was about to rush forward.

"Junior Brother Wang, wait!" Ma Yu grabbed him.

The expression on the face of the Quanzhen Sect leader was more solemn than ever before.

Unlike Wang Chuyi, he wasn't blinded by rage. He had witnessed firsthand how Lin Ye effortlessly snapped Qiu Chuji's sword in half and how he severely injured him with a single kick.

That ease and composure are something that no ordinary martial arts master could achieve.

Even... back then, Lin Ye's master Wang Chongyang might not have possessed such terrifying skill at his age.

This Lin Ye is hiding a huge secret!

Ma Yu's gaze swept back and forth between Lin Ye and Guo Jing. The Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms… that's impossible. He trusted Hong Qigong's character. So, where did this kid's martial arts come from?

A deep sense of powerlessness enveloped Ma Yu's heart.

He suddenly realized that his pride in his experience in the martial arts world and his wisdom in dealing with people were so pale and laughable in the face of absolute power.

Today, it seems they've provoked... someone they absolutely shouldn't have provoked.

But now that things have come to this, there is absolutely no turning back!

The reputation of the Quanzhen School and the prestige of its founders must not be tarnished!

"Set up the formation!"

Ma Yu's voice, filled with resolute tragedy, resounded throughout the Tomb of the Living Dead.

"The Heavenly Dipper Formation!"

Upon hearing this, the remaining five disciples felt a chill run down their spines and instantly understood the sect leader's resolve.

The Big Dipper Formation is the protective formation of the Quanzhen Sect, created by Wang Chongyang himself. This formation combines the power of the Seven Masters of Quanzhen, making them one, and is both offensive and defensive, with immense power. During the Mount Hua Sword Tournament, Huang Yaoshi was trapped in this formation and found it difficult to escape for a time.

This is their last trump card!

It was also their last gamble, risking the centuries-old reputation of the Quanzhen Sect!

In an instant, sword light flashed and figures crisscrossed.

Ma Yu is in the position of Tian Shu, Tan Chu Duan is in the position of Tian Xuan, Liu Chu Xuan is in the position of Tian Ji, Wang Chu Yi is in the position of Tian Quan, Hao Da Tong is in the position of Yu Heng, and Sun Bu Er is in the position of Kai Yang.

Qiu Chuji was seriously injured, and his position of Tianquan was temporarily taken over by Guo Jing, who had profound skills!

The seven figures moved with mysterious footsteps, their longswords pointing towards Lin Ye in the center. Sword energy intertwined, forming a dense, chilling aura that instantly enveloped Lin Ye!

Within the formation, a world of its own was formed. The air became viscous, and pressure pressed in from all directions. If an ordinary expert were trapped inside, he would probably have difficulty breathing, and his power would be greatly diminished.

The mountain breeze of Zhongnan Mountain seemed to freeze at that moment.

In the nearby woods, the wandering martial artists who had been drawn there by the earth-shattering events held their breath, their hearts pounding in their throats.

Shocked.

An unparalleled and breathtaking experience!

What did they see? The Seven Masters of Quanzhen—no, six of them—plus Guo Jing, who was comparable to the Five Greats, joined forces to set up the legendary Big Dipper Formation! This formation was enough to trap and kill any top master in the world!

But the young man named Lin Ye, the youth whom the Quanzhen Sect denounced as a "rebel" and a "rascal," didn't even flinch in the face of this killing formation.

There wasn't even a hint of tension on his face.

That is... a higher-dimensional perspective.

The lion looked at a pack of snarling mutts, and the god looked at a group of ants struggling in vain.

Who exactly is this person?

Just how strong is he?!

……

Within the formation, the energy surged forth like a millstone, grinding and crushing.

A net of interwoven sword energy sealed off all directions, filling every inch of space with a chilling killing intent. Ma Yu and the others stood solemnly, their minds, true energy, and sword aura completely unified through the profound array's orientation.

At this moment, they are no longer six separate individuals, but a unified whole.

A perfect killing machine, forged by Wang Chongyang with his life's work.

In their eyes, Lin Ye, in the center of the formation, was already trapped like a turtle in a jar, unable to escape.

However, Lin Ye smiled.

The smile was light and faint, yet it carried a chilling coldness that sent shivers down the spines of everyone who saw it.

The Big Dipper Formation?

Oh.

Such a familiar, yet so ridiculous name.

Lin Ye's thoughts were instantly pulled back to several years ago.

Back then, he wasn't the Lin Ye he is now. He was just a third-generation disciple who was bossed around by his senior brothers and whose name was often mispronounced.

It was winter, and the mountains were blocked by heavy snow. Because of a minor mistake, Zhao Zhijing punished him by making him copy scriptures in the courtyard and forbidding him from eating.

Several of his senior classmates, who usually enjoyed bullying him, walked over with their arms around each other's shoulders. They breathed out white puffs of air and wore mocking smiles.

"Hey, isn't this our little Linzi? Still studying hard?"

"Your hands must be frozen, right? Here, let me warm them up for you."

A cold hand roughly seized his wrist, which was holding the pen. Ink dripped, staining a large area of ​​the newly copied scripture.

He tried to struggle, but was met with an even stronger grip and unrestrained laughter.

"A piece of trash is a piece of trash; he can't even hold a pen properly."

"Do you know what we were just practicing? The Big Dipper Formation! Of course, it was a simplified version. Someone like you will never even get close to mastering it in your entire life."

"Master said that this formation is the foundation of our Quanzhen Sect! It's the crystallization of our ancestral wisdom! How could someone as dull-witted as you possibly touch it?"

Their spittle almost landed on his face.

Those condescending, superior-sounding lectures, those disdainful, dismissive glances, were like poisoned needles, piercing deeply into his humble and sensitive heart at that time.

Foundation? The culmination of wisdom?

Lin Ye's gaze slowly swept over each person in the formation.

Ma Yu, Tan Chuduan, Liu Chuxuan, Wang Chuyi, Hao Datong, Sun Bu'er... and Guo Jing, who has a righteous face and eyes full of "acting on behalf of Heaven".

Your pride, your glory, the very foundation upon which you live...

Today, I will crush it myself.

"Buzz—!"

Sword energy roared!

The first to make a move was Wang Chuyi, nicknamed "Yu Yangzi," who had the most fiery temper. He held the position of Tianquan, in charge of killing and warfare. He thrust out his sword at a tricky angle, the blade aimed directly at Lin Ye's throat.

At the same time, the sword techniques of the other six people also changed.

Ma Yu's sword blocked Lin Ye's left retreat route, Sun Bu'er's sword rose from below, and Guo Jing's sword strike was heavy and powerful, like Mount Tai pressing down, covering the top of the head.

The seven sword energies echoed each other, forming a deadly net with no blind spots.

This attack was a perfect demonstration of the formation's power. If any expert of the Five Greats level were here, their only option would be to block it head-on, only to be dragged into the abyss by the relentless onslaught.

But Lin Ye, he didn't stop him.

He didn't even back down.

Just as the sword was about to strike him, he moved.

No one saw how he moved.

His figure transformed into a wisp of green smoke, a ghostly apparition.

Amidst the impenetrable net of seven interwoven sword energies, he strolled leisurely in his own backyard.

That feeling was incredibly eerie!

No, he's not even in this space.

Or perhaps, the entire space of the Big Dipper Formation made way for him!

"What?!"

Wang Chuyi's pupils suddenly contracted!

His determined strike missed its mark. It felt like punching cotton with all his might—indescribably unpleasant.

What shocked him even more was that Lin Ye's figure appeared on his left as if by teleportation, in a blind spot that the enemy could never reach while the formation was in operation.

How is that possible?!

The thought had barely crossed his mind when a hand lightly landed on the spine of his sword.

There was no earth-shattering roar, no explosion of colliding true energy.

That hand was fair and slender, and looked completely detached from worldly affairs.

But the moment it pressed against the spine of the sword, Wang Chuyi felt that what he was holding was no longer a long sword made of refined steel, but a venomous snake whose vital spot had been pinched!

An indescribable and incomprehensible terrifying force surged into his meridians along the sword, destroying everything in its path!

That power was neither extremely yang nor extremely strong, nor was it yin or mysterious.

It... is "Collapse".

It is a pure, irrational "reason" that completely dismantles all structure and order.

"Snap—!"

A crisp sound.

The long sword in Wang Chuyi's hand broke in half.

Then came the second sound, the third sound...

"Click click click click..."

Amidst a dense, teeth-grinding cracking sound, the precious sword that had been with him for decades shattered inch by inch in his hand, turning into a pile of dull iron filings that slipped through his fingers.

"puff!"

Wang Chuyi was struck as if by lightning. He spat out a large cloud of blood mist and flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground. His fate was unknown.

one move!

Just one move!

The Big Dipper Formation has been broken!

And in the most humiliating and unbelievable way!

Quiet.

The silence of death.

The mountain winds were frozen.

Ma Yu, Tan Chuduan, Guo Jing, and the others all froze on the spot, their faces filled with indescribable shock and bewilderment.

Their minds were blank.

What happened?

Why did the formation fail?

Junior Brother Wang... how could he be severely injured in one move?

They couldn't even comprehend what Lin Ye had done. In their perception, the formation operated flawlessly, and the combined attack of the seven was seamless.

But the result was so absurd, so cruel.

Guo Jing felt this especially strongly.

He possessed the Nine Yin Manual and the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms, and his understanding of the ultimate principles of martial arts had long surpassed that of the Six Masters of Quanzhen.

Just now, he could clearly feel that the power of the formation had indeed locked onto Lin Ye. That was "momentum," "field," like the laws of heaven, which could not be defied.

However, Lin Ye ignored this "momentum".

Instead of using greater force to break through, he... simply bypassed it.

It's like a chess player who's mastered all the rules facing a madman who just flipped the chessboard over.

No, that's not right.

It's not about overturning the chessboard.

Cold sweat beaded on Guo Jing's forehead.