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

His voice wasn't loud, but it was like a series of heavy hammer blows, striking everyone's hearts hard.

The martial arts practitioners present, even if they didn't know everything, had a general understanding of what Quanzhen Sect's martial arts were.

Quanzhen Swordplay, Three Flowers Gathering at the Top Palm, Tonggui Swordplay...

Which of these can compare to those two miraculous moves just now?

They're not even from the same dimension!

If there were any people who previously suspected that Lin Ye had stolen the secret manual of the Quanzhen Sect...

Now, that thought has completely vanished.

Are you kidding me?

If the Quanzhen Sect possessed such divine skills, would they still need seven against one, or the Bush-style Big Dipper Formation?

If Ma Yu stood up alone, he could send the Golden Wheel Monk back to his Mongolian homeland with a single palm strike!

The number one in the world is no longer the Eastern Heretic, Western Poison, Southern Emperor, and Northern Beggar, but the disciples and grand-disciples of Wang Chongyang, the Central Divine!

The crowd erupted in uproar.

"My God... this... this is really martial arts?"

"This kid... he's not human! He must be a god descended to earth!"

The mountain wind howled, stirring up black dust that carried a pungent, sulfurous smell, which lashed at everyone's faces.

That's not an illusion.

Zhongnan Mountain is still trembling slightly, overwhelmed by the divine power of the two golden dragons, and has yet to recover.

The crowd was deathly silent.

The surging clamor that had previously been demanding to cleanse the Quanzhen Sect of its evil forces and tear Lin Ye to pieces was now being choked by an invisible hand, unable to utter a single sound.

They just stared blankly at the cliff in the distance that had been pierced through, and then blankly at the young man standing in front of the Tomb of the Living Dead, his clothes fluttering and his expression indifferent.

Awe, fear, and even...

worship.

A complex array of emotions surged in everyone's eyes.

martial arts?

No.

This goes beyond their understanding of the word "martial arts".

This is divine magic, supernatural power, a realm beyond the reach of mortals.

They are not here today to hunt down a traitor.

They came to...

Pilgrims.

Or rather, they came here to die.

Once this thought arose, it spread like wildfire, instantly taking over everyone's mind.

A bone-chilling coldness shot straight up from the soles of my feet to the top of my head.

Many people's hands, which were gripping their weapons, had begun to tremble uncontrollably.

Those steel swords now weighed over a thousand pounds.

They didn't even dare to look Lin Ye in the eye.

Those eyes were so calm, as calm as a bottomless abyss. To him, that devastating blow was really just like casually brushing away a fallen leaf.

This extreme composure is more terrifying than any arrogant attitude.

Guo Jing's Adam's apple bobbed with difficulty; he felt his throat was so dry it was practically steaming.

He tried to say something, but found himself unable to utter a single word.

His prized Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms were nothing more than a child's scribbles—naive, laughable, and utterly vulnerable—in front of Lin Ye's two lifelike dragons.

This is a collapse of faith.

He always believed that diligence could make up for shortcomings, and that the greatest heroes are those who serve their country and its people.

As long as one's heart is righteous, one's martial arts skills can reach the pinnacle.

But now, Lin Ye is showing him with facts that there is something called "talent," or rather, an "insurmountable barrier."

That's a chasm that you can't cross no matter how hard you try.

Huang Rong stood beside him, her pretty face deathly pale.

Unlike Guo Jing, whose thoughts were pure, her mind was already in turmoil.

This kid's martial arts style is something I've never heard of or seen before!

It was neither from the Quanzhen Sect, nor from Peach Blossom Island, nor from the Beggars' Sect, White Camel Mountain, or the Duan family of Dali...

No martial arts school in this world can reach such a divine and enlightened level!

Who is he?

Who is standing behind him?

If this power could be mass-produced...

No, even if there is only one such person, the entire landscape of the martial arts world will be completely overturned!

This is no longer a feud between martial arts practitioners; it is a force powerful enough to shake the very foundations of the world!

Within the Quanzhen Sect's camp, the atmosphere was even more oppressive, reaching a freezing point.

Qiu Chuji's face turned pale and then red. His fiery temper was now completely replaced by a bucket of ice water poured over him, leaving him feeling cold and bitter.

He thought of his master, Wang Chongyang.

Back in the day, during the Mount Hua Sword Tournament, my master overpowered the four masters and won the title of the best in the world. How triumphant he was!

But even our master, could he have done that?

One finger can shatter a cliff, two palms can transform into dragons?

Qiu Chuji dared not think about it, nor did he want to.

All he knew was that the Quanzhen Sect's century-old reputation was completely ruined today.

They stormed in, determined to "clean house," but what was the result?

The person stood at the door and casually showed off their skills, which made this group of so-called prestigious sects lose the courage to even take half a step forward.

This is hardly a house cleaning.

This is clearly self-inflicted humiliation!

As the sect leader, Ma Yu tried his best to maintain his composure, but his slightly trembling sleeves betrayed his inner turmoil.

He thought further ahead than Qiu Chuji.

Lin Ye.

Before today, this name was simply that of a third-generation disciple with extremely poor talent and little reputation.

A pitiful creature who was wantonly bullied by Zhao Zhijing and even publicly humiliated.

But now, this poor wretch has transformed into a divine dragon overlooking all living beings.

What exactly happened in between?

Did no one in the Quanzhen Sect notice this?

What a blatant oversight!

How ironic!

What's even more terrifying are Lin Ye's two questions.

"Is this the Quanzhen School's 'One-Finger Divine Skill'?"

"What kind of Quanzhen Sect palm technique is this?"

Every word was like a resounding slap across the face of everyone in the Quanzhen Sect.

This is blatant mockery!

He's making an accusation!

In this way, he was telling everyone present that his unpredictable martial arts skills had absolutely nothing to do with the Quanzhen Sect!

He is creating division, drawing a line!

Ma Yu's heart sank little by little.

He knew that the Quanzhen Sect might have lost forever a peerless genius who should have illuminated the entire martial arts world.

No, it's not about losing.

They themselves pushed this tarnished pearl to their opposite side.

In the midst of this suffocating silence, a slightly trembling yet exceptionally clear voice suddenly rang out.

"That...that's not the One-Finger Divine Skill."

From the crowd, a middle-aged man dressed as a scholar slowly walked out.

His face was gaunt, his eyes filled with immense shock and disbelief; he was completely disoriented, muttering to himself.

It is Zhu Ziliu.

A disciple of Master Yideng, a scholar in the "Fisherman, Woodcutter, Farmer, and Scholar" idiom.

All eyes instantly turned to him.

Guo Jing and Huang Rong were also taken aback. They recognized this person and knew that he had received the true teachings of Master Yideng and was extremely skilled in the "One-Finger Divine Skill".

He said it wasn't the One-Finger Divine Skill?

Zhu Ziliu ignored everyone's gazes, his eyes fixed on Lin Ye's right index finger, which was just retracted and bore some kind of sacred totem.

His lips were trembling, and his chest was heaving violently, as he suppressed some kind of intense emotion that was about to burst forth.

He took a few steps forward, staggering, getting closer to Lin Ye.

"That finger strike, its power condensed like a thread, silently pierced the air, utterly devastating... This... this isn't the One-Finger Divine Skill intended to suppress qi and strike acupoints..."

His voice grew louder and more agitated, until it almost turned into a roar.

"And those two divine dragons! Their palm strikes materialized, lifelike, fierce and domineering, yet agile and free, containing endless variations! The Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms, though powerful, are still just palm strikes, not 'living beings'!"

He abruptly raised his head, his eyes bloodshot, staring intently at Lin Ye, and said, word by word, "One finger becomes a sword, transforming qi into form... Shaoshang, Shangyang, Zhongchong, Guanchong, Shaochong, Shaoze... when all six meridians are activated simultaneously, qi flows through the meridians, and one becomes invincible!"

"This is not the One-Finger Divine Skill! Nor is it the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms!"

As Zhu Ziliu spoke, he became so excited that he could hardly contain himself. He suddenly bowed deeply in Lin Ye's direction, his voice hoarse and devout, tinged with tears.

"This is...this is the supreme martial art of the Dali Duan family, lost for a hundred years—the Six Meridian Divine Sword!"

boom!

If Lin Ye's two moves just now shattered the cliff...

Zhu Ziliu's words were like a thunderclap from the heavens, exploding in everyone's minds!

The Six Meridian Divine Sword?!

These four words carried a mysterious magic that instantly petrified all the martial arts practitioners present.

What is that?

That's just a legend!

It's a martial arts legend that only existed a hundred years ago!

Legend has it that it was created by Duan Siping, the founder of the Dali Duan clan. With his profound internal strength, he could shoot out his true energy from the six meridians at his fingertips, forming an invisible sword energy. Its power was unmatched in the world!

However, this divine skill requires extremely high internal strength, and for hundreds of years, not a single member of the Duan royal family has been able to master it.

Everyone thought that this divine skill had long since been completely lost to the annals of history.

But now...

Zhu Ziliu, the Southern Emperor's personal disciple, actually said that what Lin Ye just used was the Six Meridians Divine Sword?!

How is this possible?!

How could a third-generation disciple of the Quanzhen Sect possess the highest secret technique lost by the Duan family of Dali?

This is even more absurd and unbelievable than him suddenly acquiring divine skills out of thin air!

All eyes immediately turned to Lin Ye again.

This time, in addition to awe and fear, there was also a hint of extreme confusion and inquiry in his eyes.

Guo Jing's brain had completely shut down.

Six Meridian Divine Sword?

He thought of Duan Yu, Qiao Feng's sworn brother. It seemed that the young master Duan possessed a unique skill that was sometimes effective and sometimes not.

He had also heard Master Yideng mention that the Six Meridians Divine Sword was a secret technique passed down only by the Duan family, and that mastering it was as difficult as ascending to heaven.

Ke Linye...

How could he do that?

Huang Rong's breathing also became rapid at this moment.

Her sharp mind was racing, trying to find a clue from this unbelievable reality.

Six Meridian Divine Sword...

The Duan family of Dali...

Quanzhen Sect...

Lin Ye...

These seemingly unrelated terms have now been forcibly linked together, forming a huge and terrifying mystery.

She keenly realized that the nature of the matter had completely changed.

If Lin Ye was merely a traitorous disciple with extraordinary skills before, now he is involved with the legacy of another former martial arts supreme family—the Dali Duan family!

Does the Quanzhen Sect still have the qualifications, or rather, the audacity, to mention the phrase "clean house" again?

If they dare to lay a finger on Lin Ye, it would be tantamount to declaring war on the Dali Duan family!

Although Dali is no longer as powerful as it once was, Master Yideng's reputation still resonates throughout the martial arts world.

Who would dare to provoke them?

The most horrified were the Seven Masters of Quanzhen.

The color drained from Ma Yu's face the moment he uttered the words "Six Meridians Divine Sword".

He felt a sudden dizziness and almost lost his balance.

It’s over.

It's all over.

His heart was ice-cold.

If what Zhu Ziliu said is true, then Lin Ye's problem is far beyond what the Quanzhen Sect can handle.

Stealing martial arts techniques from another school?

No, this is no longer stealing knowledge.

To be able to master a divine skill that has been lost for a hundred years to such a level, that is called "inheritance"!

Who passed it on to him?

Master Yideng?

impossible!

If Master Yideng wanted to take on disciples, why did he have to make him suffer for three years at the Quanzhen Sect?

Could it be...?

What extraordinary encounter did Lin Ye have in the Zhongnan Mountains?

Did they receive the legacy of a master from the Duan family a hundred years ago?

Countless thoughts flashed through Ma Yu's mind, each one making his heart pound.

Regardless of the possibility, it means that Lin Ye is someone the Quanzhen Sect cannot afford to offend, and has no right to interfere with.

Their previous righteous and stern kill order now seems like a huge joke.

Qiu Chuji clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force.

His lips moved as if he wanted to refute, to say "impossible," but looking at Zhu Ziliu's almost manic expression and recalling those two miraculous moves, he couldn't utter a single word.

Yes.

Besides the legendary Six Meridian Divine Sword, what other martial arts in this world can be so powerful?

A profound sense of powerlessness, mixed with humiliation and resentment, welled up inside me.

Changchunzi has roamed the martial arts world for decades, but he has never been in such a predicament as he is today, with no way to advance or retreat and no face to lose.

Lin Ye stood quietly, watching the farce he had personally directed unfold before him.

He looked at Zhu Ziliu's devout and fanatical eyes, at the Seven Masters of Quanzhen's expressions as if they had swallowed flies, at Guo Jing and Huang Rong's shocked and bewildered faces, and at the gazes in the crowd that gradually shifted from fear to extreme curiosity and gossip.

He knew that he had achieved his goal.

He doesn't know anything about the Six Meridians Divine Sword.

That finger strike was a reward from the system's daily check-in event—a fully leveled "One-Finger Divine Skill."

However, the system's maximum level and the world's maximum level are completely different concepts.

His "One-Finger Divine Skill" has returned to its original simplicity, reducing complexity to simplicity, and possesses the essential power to destroy everything.

Those two dragons are the ultimate manifestation of the max-level "Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms".

The energy transforms into substance, allowing for complete control at will.

But he didn't need to explain these things.

Let them guess and fill in the blanks with their imagination.

Misunderstandings are sometimes the best weapon.

Information asymmetry is the most sophisticated trap.

What he wanted was for them to be unable to understand, comprehend, or dare to act.

What he wanted was to use one mystery after another to shroud himself in layers, making them hesitant to act against him, and to make them completely give up the idea of ​​being his enemy amidst endless speculation and fear.

Zhu Ziliu was just an unexpected bonus in his plan.

He never expected that this disciple of the Southern Emperor would offer him such a perfect "identity".

The inheritor of the lost divine skills of the Dali Duan family?

Ha, this title is much more useful than "traitor to the Quanzhen Sect".

The Seven Masters of Quanzhen exchanged glances, and a plan formed in their minds!