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

"A burial ground?"

Lin Ye suddenly smiled.

That smile was clean, pure, and even a little childlike.

But to the eyes of the crowd, it was more terrifying than the devil's sneer.

"With just you guys?"

These three simple words seem to contain a power that defies heaven and earth.

For a moment, everyone had a strange feeling.

It was as if the person standing in front of them was not a young man in his early twenties.

Rather, he is a deity who overlooks all living beings.

It was he who was judging them.

"Arrogant!"

"court death!"

"Everyone, charge! Kill him!"

The crowd was completely enraged.

Dozens of figures, almost simultaneously, transformed into streaks of light and rushed towards Lin Ye from all directions!

Blade flashes, sword shadows, fist gusts, palm strikes...

At this moment, the unique skills of various schools and sects intertwined into a net that would tear Lin Ye to shreds!

Ma Yu and Qiu Chuji's pupils suddenly contracted.

They tried to stop it, but it was too late.

They knew better than anyone how terrifying Lin Ye was.

These people going up there isn't an attack, it's suicide!

However, Lin Ye simply stood there quietly, without moving.

He watched as the fastest longsword was less than three inches from his throat.

He slowly raised his right hand.

Then, give it a gentle squeeze.

Om-!

A strange buzzing sound resounded throughout the heavens and earth.

An invisible yet overwhelmingly powerful shockwave erupted from Lin Ye's center!

Then, the sword quickly reversed and stabbed Qiu Chuji in the right arm, causing blood to splatter!

Time seemed to be crushed at that moment by that lightly clenched fist.

One second ago, it was a massive, deafening attack.

The next second, there was deathly silence.

A suffocating, deathly silence, heavier than a grave.

Everyone saw it.

The fastest sword, the one that should have pierced Lin Ye's throat, mysteriously stopped three inches from his skin.

It was not bounced away, nor was it shattered.

It just... stopped.

It was as if an invisible hand was gently yet domineeringly gripping the sword.

Then, the sword, in mid-air, drew an elegant and chilling arc, flying back at an even faster speed than it had come!

"Pfft!"

Blood flowers bloom on the summit of Zhongnan Mountain.

A scream ripped through the deathly silence.

Qiu Chuji clutched his right arm, staggering backward, his face filled with disbelief. Blood gushed from between his fingers, staining the Taoist robe that symbolized the majesty of the Quanzhen School.

He didn't even see what happened.

That sword belonged to a skilled member of the Kongtong Sect.

At this moment, the Kongtong disciple stood there blankly, his hands empty, his eyes glazed over, as if he had lost his soul.

Why did his sword injure Master Qiu?

he does not know.

Nobody knows.

All the figures rushing forward seemed to be frozen in place, unable to move. The swords in their hands now felt as heavy as a thousand pounds, and they could no longer be thrust forward even an inch.

Fear, like an invisible tide, instantly overwhelmed everyone on the mountaintop.

Looking at the young man who was still standing in the same spot, his clothes not even fluttering, they felt like a group of moths rushing towards the sun.

It's both laughable and pathetic.

On the outskirts of the crowd, Master Yideng, who had been silent all along, trembled slightly at this moment, his hands clasped together in prayer.

For the first time, his eyes, which had witnessed a century of vicissitudes and were long since calm and still, surged with a turbulent wave.

What others see is strangeness, an incredible and powerful internal force.

But what he saw was the law.

It was a martial arts principle that defied common sense, one that he had only seen once before in a long-lost martial arts manual!

That was not an ordinary internal force rebound.

The force of the recoil is fierce and domineering; it will shatter the longsword into pieces and send the sword-wielder flying backward, coughing up blood.

But what happened just now, the sword's reversal, was full of some strange "reasoning." It wasn't roughly pushed back, but rather "borrowed," "guided," and given a new direction and goal.

This is the ultimate example of using minimal force to achieve maximum effect.

This is a supreme method for turning the power of others into one's own.

Use their methods against them!

In Master Yideng's mind, as if struck by thunder, six words suddenly appeared.

Fight! Turn! Stars! Shift!

The Murong family of Gusu!

That martial arts family that has long since disappeared into the mists of the martial world, once as famous as the Beggars' Sect, and once stirred up the winds and clouds of the world!

How is that possible?

Why would the unparalleled martial arts skills of the Murong family appear in the hands of a traitor of the Quanzhen Sect? This child's surname is Lin, not Murong! What connection could he possibly have with that family?

Master Yideng's mind was in turmoil.

He had practiced silent meditation for many years, and his mind was as clear as autumn water, undisturbed. But at this moment, he felt as if a red-hot iron had been thrown into his Zen mind.

Because what he remembered was far more than just these.

His gaze pierced through the crowd and locked onto Lin Ye's excessively calm face.

More than a month ago, Guo Jing came to Dali with a solemn expression and asked him for advice.

Guo Jing said that he seemed to have seen the ultimate skill of his mentor Hong Qigong, the "Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms".

But that palm technique was completely different from the one used by Master Qi and himself.

Each palm strike is not just a powerful and unparalleled palm force, but... a dragon.

There is a real dragon.

A golden dragon, formed from condensed qi, roared forth with earth-shattering power. Guo Jing said that the power of just one palm strike made him feel unprecedented pressure, as if he were facing not human strength, but the might of heaven.

At the time, Yideng thought it was Guo Jing missing his mentor, and because the man's palm strike was unusual, he had a misconception.

After all, a palm technique is just a palm technique; how can it truly transform into a dragon?

But now, seeing this unbelievable "shifting of stars," the high wall called "common sense" in Master Yideng's heart is crumbling inch by inch.

He suddenly remembered something else.

Even earlier, some pilgrims who fled from the vicinity of Zhongnan Mountain made their way to Tianlong Temple in Dali to pray for protection.

Those people, still shaken, described how they had seen a miracle occurring in the direction of the Tomb of the Living Dead.

Someone waved their finger from afar, unleashing invisible sword energy that pierced through metal and stone, leveling mountain rocks. The sword energy crisscrossed, swift as lightning, sometimes domineering, sometimes agile, as if six peerless swordsmen were attacking simultaneously.

Six Meridian Divine Sword!

In that instant, Master Yideng was struck as if by lightning, and his eyes widened in shock.

As a descendant of the Duan family of Dali, he knew better than anyone else in the world what the Six Meridian Divine Sword meant. It was the supreme martial art of the Duan family. Even he himself, due to the mismatch of his internal energy attributes, could only learn the "One Finger Divine Skill" in his entire life and could not grasp its full extent.

Since Duan Siping's ancestor, no one has been able to master this divine skill!

It's already a legend!

legend……

Master Yideng's lips began to tremble uncontrollably.

He looked at Lin Ye.

A young man around twenty years old.

It combines the most powerful and masculine techniques of the Beggars' Sect, namely the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms.

He possesses the "Six Meridian Divine Sword," a technique long lost by the Dali Duan family.

Now, right before his eyes, the Murong family of Gusu used the "Using their own methods against them" technique, "Shifting Stars and Reversing the Universe."

Any one of these three martial arts is enough to keep an ordinary person studying it for a lifetime, and even then, success is not guaranteed. One is extremely yang, another requires the cultivation of several completely different internal energies, and the third emphasizes the understanding and transformation of all martial arts in the world.

Should all three be practiced simultaneously?

This is not a question of one plus one equals two at all.

The principles behind these three martial arts are even fundamentally conflicting!

Just like water and fire, how can they coexist in one furnace?

unless……

Unless this person isn't even human!

The string of prayer beads in Master Yideng's hand snapped with a "snap".

One hundred and eight smooth and polished Bodhi seeds scattered on the ground with a crackling sound, rolling in all directions.

But he was completely unaware.