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Chapter 96 The Ultimate Showdown

Emperor Qing made no attempt to conceal his disdain.

No wonder he looked down on Zhou Cheng's methods; such seemingly flashy spells posed no threat to a Grandmaster.

Don't be fooled by the torrential downpour of water droplets that even seventh or eighth-rank experts can't withstand; it's useless except for clearing the area!

To a grandmaster, this was nothing more than an ordinary rain, a light drizzle.

It's flashy and wasteful of your true energy.

Zhou Cheng, having rested and prepared, naturally didn't care about wasting this little bit of energy. He put on such a grand show to clear the area and minimize the killing.

Given Emperor Qing's temperament, once a fight breaks out, he would not hesitate to use nearly ten thousand imperial guards and state troops if it could even slightly deplete his true energy.

While it's relatively easy to say that the physical strength lost in a battle is depleted, the main problem is the mental strain.

Killing someone is very taxing.

He used this almost miraculous method to intimidate these loyal soldiers, instilling fear in them so they would not come to their deaths.

Even ants try to survive, and even the Tiger Guards, brainwashed into killing machines, have the instinct to live. How much more so the Imperial Guards and state troops, who are far inferior to the Tiger Guards.

Zhou Cheng walked with his hands at his sides, slowly making his way to the imperial carriage.

Wherever it passed, it seemed as if an invisible force cleared a path, driving back the armored soldiers who were either groaning or unconscious.

He stopped three zhang in front of the dragon carriage.

At this moment, the imperial guards behind the carriage were continuously pouring in.

Ye Zhong also flew over from the back of the group and stood in front of Emperor Qing.

He drew his sword, his mind reeling, staring intently at the figure in black robes.

Ye Liuyun also emerged from a carriage behind them, landing lightly beside Fan Xian. His clothes remained perfectly still as he looked at the newcomer with a surprised and suspicious gaze.

Fan Xian stood beside the carriage, at a loss for what to do.

He didn't know what had gotten into his fellow villager, and for a moment he dared not ask. He was afraid that Emperor Qing would become suspicious of him if he knew that the two knew each other.

Just as Fan Xian hesitated, Emperor Qing spoke.

His voice was icy cold, yet carried a burning rage: "You rebellious son! Since you dare to come, why don't you dare to show your true face to me!"

Fan Xian was completely bewildered.

Rebellious son? Who is Emperor Qing cursing?

Zhou Cheng's voice came from behind the mask, calm and composed, without any emotional fluctuation: "Your subject is dressed like this to preserve the dignity of our royal family. Your Majesty should not be unaware of this."

Before Emperor Qing could react, Fan Xian's eyes widened suddenly. He pointed at Zhou Cheng incredulously, his finger trembling, his voice trembling: "Cheng—Prince Cheng?"

Fan Xian's lips were trembling.

Zhou Cheng spoke in his own voice, without any disguise. Fan Xian recognized him as soon as he opened his mouth.

A tremendous wave of emotion surged within him, and his mind went completely blank.

"How...how is this possible?"

He groaned inwardly, incredulous and unwilling to believe it!

The Great Sage is none other than King Cheng!

Is the Great Sage Zhou Cheng?

Even though the truth was right in front of him, he still found it hard to accept.

You should know that when he first arrived in the capital, he heard of Zhou Cheng's reputation for "Why doesn't he eat meat porridge?"

At that time, he suspected that Zhou Cheng was from the same hometown, and even deliberately tested him several times at the poetry gathering at Prince Jing's mansion. As a result, the guy pretended to be stupid and did not give anything away.

Later, after witnessing Zhou Cheng's contempt for human life and his manipulation of people's hearts, he completely gave up the idea.

After all, in his view, advanced young people in the new era should not look like that at all.

After confirming that the man in black, also known as Da Sheng, was indeed his fellow villager, he never considered Zhou Cheng again.

Even when Zhan Yuanyuan later aroused his suspicion because of the phrase "Puxin man," he only suspected Qi Yuan herself and never continued to think about Zhou Cheng.

As it turns out, reality told him today that King Cheng and the Great Sage were actually the same person!

Actually, when you think about it, everything makes perfect sense.

After all, the way these two bastards acted had long given him a strange sense of familiarity.

An answer has been revealed, and many past doubts have been resolved.

Fan Xian's mind was in complete chaos.

He suddenly recalled the scene when the two first met at the poetry gathering.

At that time, he had failed to ascertain Zhou Cheng's background and was feeling dejected, thinking that there was no one like him left in the world.

Provoked by Guo Baokun, he recited the poem "Ascending the Heights" by Du Fu, the Sage of Poetry, and was instantly hailed as the Poet Immortal.

Thinking about it now, that scene was absolutely terrifying!

Back then, that bastard had a beautiful woman by his side. He appeared calm on the surface, but inside he was probably laughing his head off!

Putting aside Fan Xian's various thoughts, Zhou Cheng's words stunned not only Fan Xian but also Ye Zhong.

You should know that Zhou Cheng is his prospective son-in-law.

He could still recognize his son-in-law's voice and figure.

Before leaving Beijing, he had a high opinion of Zhou Cheng.

When he left the capital, he noticed the change in Emperor Qing's attitude towards Zhou Cheng, and that's when he changed his attitude accordingly.

On the day his family left Beijing, he also advised Ye Ling'er not to invest too much emotion in Zhou Cheng, and that she should prioritize her own safety in critical moments.

But to everyone's surprise, when did this son-in-law, whom he had abandoned by the Ye family, acquire such miraculous skills?

Ye Liuyun noticed Ye Zhong's shock. He didn't recognize Zhou Cheng, nor could he recognize his voice. He only instantly confirmed the newcomer's identity from Fan Xian's words.

Prince Cheng!

The previous Prince Cheng was the late emperor, so he wouldn't be here.

In the present Qing Kingdom, there is only one Prince Cheng!

"In this world, another grandmaster has unexpectedly appeared!"

Ye Liuyun was not shocked by Zhou Cheng, but by the Grandmaster himself.

Although he had fallen in cultivation level, his insight remained. He didn't even need to look to determine whether the person opposite him was a Grandmaster; he could tell just by feeling.

That profound and majestic aura, that rhythm that resonates with heaven and earth, cannot be faked by any illusion.

He was once a grandmaster himself, so he was all too familiar with this aura.

The shock to the Ye family uncle and nephew was not surprising, but Emperor Qing blocked all news from the capital along the way in order to stabilize public sentiment.

Not to mention the two members of the Ye family, even Fan Xian, who is the director of the Supervisory Council, had no idea what had happened in the capital.

They only knew that Emperor Qing was making plans at Da Dongshan, and had no idea that Zhou Cheng had already seized the throne in the capital.

"I shouldn't have been so oblivious! I've realized it far too late!" Emperor Qing sneered, his laughter filled with sarcasm. "Shameless wretch! The word 'decency' comes out of your mouth and disgusts me! First you committed heinous acts against humanity, and now you're plotting to murder your father and usurp the throne. What right do you have to talk about 'decency'?"

Zhou Cheng's voice remained calm: "Father, you misunderstand. I still need to maintain my dignity. Moreover, I have not come here to murder my father or usurp the throne; I simply have other plans for you. Now that I have ascended the throne, this capital city is too small to accommodate two emperors, much less two Grandmasters."

Emperor Qing's gaze suddenly sharpened like a knife. Fan Xian and the others were startled and all looked at Zhou Cheng.

"What? Ascend the throne?" Fan Xian blurted out.

Little did they know that Emperor Qing had sent back to the capital the news of his "assassination."

They were baffled as to how Zhou Cheng ascended the throne in the capital after Emperor Qing went to Da Dongshan.

Emperor Qing ignored Fan Xian's shock and stared at Zhou Cheng: "Arranging for me? How dare you!"

After saying that, he seemed somewhat disappointed: "As my son, you are quite bold, but your magnanimity is too small! You must understand that what is small is not the capital, but your heart!"

As a grandmaster or an emperor, you must have the magnanimity to encompass the world and the four seas.

Now look at what you're doing! Narrow-minded, suspicious, and unable to tolerate even your own father—do you think you deserve to sit in that position?

Zhou Cheng suddenly laughed. The laughter came from behind the mask, carrying an indescribable meaning.

Zhou Cheng gently shook his head: "Father, you've really put on a show too much, you've even deceived yourself. If we're talking about being narrow-minded and suspicious, I'm far inferior to you. My only wish is for you to leave the capital temporarily and enjoy your old age. But you, Father, are determined to kill me."

Emperor Qing's face darkened: "Nonsense! If it weren't for your disobedience and unfilial piety, I would be a Grandmaster, and you would also be a Grandmaster. Two Grandmasters in one country—what a wonderful story! You are still my son. Even if you usurped the throne and committed heinous crimes, I will only punish you, not kill you! Otherwise, if we kill our own flesh and blood, destroying all human relationships, how would history record my story?"

Zhou Cheng remained noncommittal to Emperor Qing's words, simply saying, "Father, in the past five days, you have harbored murderous intent towards me eleven times. You may be able to deceive yourself, but you cannot deceive me. Hmm—and now there's one more time, making it twelve."

[Negative emotions from Li Yunqian +999!]

Emperor Qing's expression suddenly changed, becoming one of surprise and danger.

He laughed in fury, seemingly to conceal his emotions: "Nonsense! Spreading rumors and misleading the public! If you feel at ease with yourself, then I have nothing to say. But Chengcheng, don't forget, I am your father, I gave you life, raised you, and provided you with everything. For you to lay a hand on me is a heinous crime, an act against the natural order, and the people of the world will not submit to you!"

Zhou Cheng didn't care at all: "Father, you're fooling yourself again. Sitting on that throne, would someone like us, who wields immense personal power, really care about the people of the world?"

As long as we are the strongest, as long as we control the life and death of everyone in the world, everyone will kneel down and beg for mercy. Everything we don't want to hear or see will be eliminated on its own. As long as I remain consistently strong and victorious, everyone in the world will find their place and assume their proper posture.

Emperor Qing remained silent for a moment.

Then, he slowly nodded, his voice low and cold: "Constant strength leads to constant victory, well said. Only the final winner can write history. The question is, can you win in the end?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Emperor Qing's aura suddenly changed.

While he was talking to Zhou Cheng, he was secretly vying for control of the spiritual energy of this place.

At this moment, an extremely powerful, domineering, and magnificent terrifying aura surged from his body, like an ancient beast that had been sleeping and opened its eyes.

An invisible shockwave emanated from him, spreading outwards and causing the water on the ground to ripple, the pebbles to roll, and even the air to seem to thicken.

Kingly True Qi!

Emperor Qing's gaze turned indifferent, like that of a god looking down upon all living beings.

He stopped speaking, but slowly raised his hand and extended it forward.

The movements seemed slow but were actually fast, yet they carried an irresistible sense of pressure.

Under his palm strike, everything in the world seemed to be compressed, solidified, and frozen.

He didn't know where Zhou Cheng got the opportunity to break through to the Grandmaster level, but as a fellow Grandmaster, he was confident that he was the strongest.

Judging from the fact that the other party had allowed him to seize control of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth without making any move, he concluded that Zhou Cheng was merely a fledgling with only the realm of cultivation but no real skills or combat experience.

How can such a grandmaster be compared to him, a grandmaster who has been tempered and refined through countless trials, broken down and rebuilt, and endured decades of hardship to achieve his status?

"Run!"

The moment Emperor Qing's aura changed, Ye Liuyun shouted sharply.

At this distance, even the slightest aftershock of a battle between grandmasters would be enough to kill a ninth-rank expert.

Ye Liuyun grabbed Fan Xian by the collar and retreated as swiftly as flowing clouds, his speed reaching its limit.

Although he has fallen from the Grandmaster realm, his movement technique is still far superior to that of an ordinary ninth-rank master.

Saving Fan Xian was not a casual act, but a deliberate act.

He and Fan Xian had become familiar with each other along the way.

He greatly admired Fan Xian, not only because Fan Xian was Ye Qingmei's son, but also because Fan Xian's character suited his temperament very well.

If Fan Xian hadn't completely lost his inner energy, he would have genuinely considered taking him on as a disciple and teaching him the Flowing Cloud Scattered Hand technique.

Ye Zhong's reaction was equally swift. Before Ye Liuyun could finish speaking, he had already retreated rapidly, his feet leaving a series of deep pits in the muddy ground as he shot backward like an arrow.

Three zhang away, Zhou Cheng returned the favor with a palm strike.

Two equally domineering palm prints, two forces that twisted the air, collided violently between the two.

In that instant, all sounds in the world seemed to vanish completely.

A visible ripple spread out from between Zhou Cheng and Emperor Qing, followed by a deafening roar like thunder!

"boom--!"

Centered on the two people, the ground within a ten-foot radius suddenly sank a foot, sending rocks flying and mud churning.

Ten feet away, large swathes of earth and rocks were shaken into the sky, as if something had exploded underground.

Mud and gravel mixed together, forming a gray-brown curtain wall.

Ye Liuyun shielded Fan Xian, and was thrown more than ten zhang by the terrifying impact before barely managing to dissipate all the force. When he landed, Fan Xian's face was deathly pale, and his ears were ringing.

Ye Zhong didn't have Ye Liuyun's methods of deflecting force. He retreated desperately but only managed to deflect half of the impact, and then relied on his heavy armor to withstand part of it, with only the remaining part being resisted by his own body.

Even so, this ninth-rank expert still couldn't help but feel a sweet taste in his throat, and a mouthful of blood welled up at the corner of his mouth.

terror!

so horrible!

Ye Zhong was horrified.

This was the first time he had ever experienced the unimaginable, inhuman power of a Grandmaster so closely!

Even the two members of the Ye family who managed to escape in time were in such a sorry state, let alone the soldiers who were guarding Emperor Qing and had no time to retreat.

A large cloud of blood mist mixed with shattered armor fragments exploded, and the bright yellow dragon patterned imperial carriage, resembling a small palace, shattered into pieces in an instant, with splinters of wood flying everywhere and brocade torn apart, turning into countless fragments.

Before the dust settled, two figures moved simultaneously once again amidst the ruins ten feet in size.

One was bright yellow like a dragon, the other dark and sinister like a demon.

After their initial clash, the two gained an understanding of each other's strength.

In terms of the intensity of true qi output, Emperor Qing's Kingly True Qi is superior to Zhou Cheng's.

Without the restriction of meridians, Emperor Qing's output of true qi in each strike far exceeded that of any grandmaster.

He doesn't need any fancy skills; his attacks are simply overwhelming, directly using brute force to overcome all techniques!

If it were any other grandmaster, apart from Si Gu Jian, whether it was Ku He or Ye Liuyun, they would have to avoid the Emperor's sharp edge.

But Zhou Cheng didn't.

Although his domineering true energy did not break through and transform into kingly true energy, under the control of the Hundred Refinement True Energy, the three true energies of domineering true energy, Heavenly Dao True Energy, and Heavenly Dao True Energy merged into one, resulting in a significant increase in strength and resilience.

This improvement allowed him to directly confront Emperor Qing's Kingly True Qi without being at a disadvantage.

"Good. Very good." Emperor Qing's voice was deep, as if praising, yet also as pronouncing a verdict, "Chengcheng, you have once again exceeded my expectations."

Emperor Qing had not expected Zhou Cheng to be this strong.

Zhou Cheng gave him the feeling that he was even stronger than the three grandmasters who had been famous for decades!

The opponent's true energy also struck him as incredible, as it was a mixture of three different true energies, which was beyond his understanding of martial arts.

Of course, Zhou Cheng is indeed stronger than expected, but he will still be the one to win.

He used up about 60% of the true energy he had accumulated over decades on Mount Dadong.

The remaining 40% is still several times the total amount of true energy of a normal Grandmaster. Even if he cannot win quickly, he will still win in the end if he fights a protracted battle!

There is only one supreme ruler in this world!

Both cultivate domineering true energy, and they share the same domineering spirit and ambition.

"I didn't want to do this!"

Emperor Qing sighed; Zhou Cheng's overwhelming power made it impossible for him to back down.

The consequences of not being able to stop are either ruin or death!

For an emperor, for a grandmaster, being deposed or killed is the same.

They were destined to be unable to tolerate another Grandmaster, resulting in a fight to the death.

Emperor Qing cut off his distracting thoughts, slowly raised his right foot, and took a step forward.

With that step, the ground within a ten-zhang radius suddenly sank. Centered on his foot, countless cracks spread in all directions, like spider webs, like tree roots, like the earth's veins being torn apart. Gravel bounced up and fell back down, making a soft, clattering sound.

He raised his right hand, his five fingers loosely clenched. The primordial energy of heaven and earth flowed like a hundred rivers converging into the sea, gathering in his palm at an incredibly fast speed, visible to the naked eye.

The vital energy quickly transforms into true essence, which emerges, rotates, coils, compresses, and merges into the hands.

Between Emperor Qing's hands, the air itself seemed to distort and deform. His thick, simple hands felt as if they weighed a thousand pounds, as if he held the entire land in his grasp, exuding an aura of domineering power and supreme authority, as if he were the only one in the world.

"The Kingly Way of the Overlord's Fist!"

On Mount Dadong, he used the same punch to cripple Si Gu Jian and shatter half of his body.

And now he's going to use that same punch on a rebellious son!

Zhou Cheng did not back down.

Similarly, accumulate true energy and gather it in both palms.

In terms of attack and ferocity, he was indeed inferior to Emperor Qing, but his resilience, recovery, and defense were superior to Emperor Qing's.

The father and son had no techniques whatsoever, only a powerful clash of blows.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The wind howled as the fist struck, its power surging.

Each collision was like a thunderclap, shaking the earth and causing the soldiers watching from afar to cover their ears and crouch down.

The two fought their way along the main road, moving at a speed too fast for the naked eye to follow.

The trees and forests along the way were blasted into wood chips by the aftershocks of the punch. Even just the aftershocks could send tree trunks as thick as bowls flying like straw, crashing to the ground and shattering into dust.

Fan Xian could only see two streaks of light, one black and one yellow, moving, colliding, and separating in the mountainous jungle from afar. Each clash was accompanied by the tearing apart of large swathes of forest and the explosion of air.

His eyes couldn't keep up; he could only hear the continuous roar, like drumming, like a mountain collapsing, like the sky falling.

Ye Liuyun squinted, staring intently at the battlefield. Although his cultivation level had fallen, his eyesight was still barely sharp enough to keep up.

He could tell that Emperor Qing had the upper hand. In this series of exchanges, Zhou Cheng had already fallen behind and was probably slightly injured.

However, Zhou Cheng's resilience was exceptionally strong, and no matter how fiercely Emperor Qing attacked, he could not be completely defeated.

Compared to Ye Liuyun, Emperor Qing, as the person directly involved, noticed it much earlier.

He was familiar with both the Overbearing True Qi and the Heavenly Dao True Qi.

His original plan was to press on with overwhelming force, using his extraordinary reserves of true energy to wear down Zhou Cheng.

After hundreds of collisions, he discovered that Zhou Cheng not only seamlessly integrated the three types of true energy, but also maximized their effects.

The Heavenly Dao True Qi allowed Zhou Cheng to recover his true essence much faster than he could.

If this continues, once his internal energy is depleted, he will likely be the one who collapses in the end.

We must decide the fate of the world in one fell swoop!

boom!

The two collided and were pulled back.

"Tianyi Dao! It seems you and Kuhe have been colluding for a long time. Kuhe must have known you were hiding your strength. No wonder, no wonder—"

Emperor Qing clenched his fist, his voice turning cold, recalling the shocked look in Ku He's eyes after he revealed himself as a Grandmaster.

At the time, he thought it was Hong Sixiang who made Kuhe lose his composure, but now it seems that Zhou Cheng also played a part behind it.

Zhou Cheng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said calmly, "It's nothing more than a transaction. Father Emperor did a good job crippling the three Grandmasters in one fell swoop. He didn't waste the excuse I deliberately prepared for you!"

"What do you mean?" Emperor Qing frowned.

Zhou Cheng: "Of course it's the Crown Prince. Father wouldn't think that I framed the Crown Prince just for the position of heir apparent, would he?"

Emperor Qing's pupils suddenly contracted.

"Impossible! I've been planning the layout of Mount Dadong for twenty years, how could you possibly know about it!"

Zhou Cheng smiled faintly: "Father, in my eyes you have never had any secrets. Ye Qingmei is an incredible existence in your eyes, but I am even above Ye Qingmei."

"I know your past and your future perfectly. Just like your scheme at Mount Dong, I also felt there were too many Grandmasters in the world, so I took advantage of the situation and devised a plan to frame the Crown Prince. And Father, you could conveniently use the excuse of offering sacrifices at the temple to give Aunt an opportunity to unite the three Grandmasters."

Emperor Qing's expression changed repeatedly.

"Impossible! My plans cannot be seen through, much less predicted! Your framing of the Crown Prince is nothing more than an attempt to seize the throne; it's just a coincidence!" Emperor Qing's voice had taken on a hint of bravado.

Zhou Cheng's expression remained unchanged: "Nothing is impossible. Just like I knew from the beginning that Father Emperor, you never intended to change the heir apparent. You always favored the Crown Prince, and you supported me and the Second Prince just to serve as whetstones for the Crown Prince."

"

Emperor Qing's eyelids twitched, but he forced a cold snort: "I have never thought of that! I do not wish to change the heir, it's just that you and Chengze have disappointed me too much!"

Zhou Cheng shook his head: "Father, I never lie."

Since you refuse to believe me, then I will tell you another secret that only you know.

In the Imperial Study, everyone assumed that Father Emperor loved archery, which was why he practiced with the armor. But I knew that Father Emperor wasn't practicing with the arrows, but with the armor itself!

You're afraid of the weapon Ye Qingmei left behind, so you haven't dared to leave the palace for decades, fearing you'll suffer the same fate as those two.

The two men Zhou Cheng mentioned were naturally Emperor Qing's two uncles.

Back then, in order to ensure that Emperor Qing could ascend the throne, Ye Qingmei used a Barrett rifle to assassinate the late emperor's strongest contender for the throne from a thousand meters away. This allowed Emperor Qing, the heir of Prince Cheng, to rightfully take the throne.

Emperor Qing's expression changed completely.

His eyes not only churned with murderous intent, but also revealed a deep-seated fear.

Ye Qingmei's unknown weapon, capable of killing from a distance of a thousand meters, has always been his greatest nightmare.

He practiced archery in the imperial study, not to hone his archery skills, but simply to forge an indestructible suit of armor for protection.

This secret was unknown to everyone, whether living or dead, yet Zhou Cheng revealed it so casually.

Zhou Cheng's voice continued, "Father, your future is predetermined, so why struggle so much? As long as you cooperate well, I will make proper arrangements for your later years."

"Hahahahaha!"

Emperor Qing suddenly burst into suppressed laughter, a hoarse and manic laugh, like a dry roar forced from the depths of his chest. His aura surged, like a wild beast whose disguise had been exposed.

"You monster! You're a monster, a freak! I don't believe the future is predetermined; my fate is in my own hands, not in the heavens! I spared you because you're my son, but now that you've revealed your true colors, don't blame me for disowning my own family!"

Zhou Cheng's words completely ignited the fear in Emperor Qing's heart.

This fear, however, was transformed by his powerful will into a resolute killing intent.

His determination and momentum were not shaken by Zhou Cheng; on the contrary, they became even more resolute and ferocious!

"boom!"

Emperor Qing's aura exploded without reservation, his surging true energy erupting like a volcano, and even his figure seemed to grow several inches taller in an instant.

At this moment, he was like a tyrant who had burned his boats, with a resolute determination to leave no way out.

Zhou Cheng dared not be negligent and also channeled all his inner energy.

The two stepped forward simultaneously, lunging at each other!

"what?"

To Zhou Cheng's surprise, Emperor Qing did not dodge or evade this time, allowing his fist to land heavily on his chest.

"Bang!"

The bright yellow dragon robe on Emperor Qing's chest suddenly burst open, and the tattered pieces of cloth scattered like butterflies.

His sternum groaned under the strain, and a section visibly caved in.

Blood trickled from the corner of Emperor Qing's mouth, yet he revealed a victor's sinister smile.

He gripped Zhou Chengyin's hand tightly against his chest.

The iron-like fingers gripped Zhou Cheng's wrist, their knuckles digging deep into his flesh.

Zhou Cheng's expression changed slightly, and he instinctively used his other hand to rescue her.

Emperor Qing ignored Zhou Cheng's struggles. He simply extended a finger, swiftly pointing it out like a blur, directly at the Tanzhong acupoint on Zhou Cheng's chest.

Having fought this far, Emperor Qing realized that in a direct confrontation, it would be far too difficult for him to overwhelm his opponent with sheer force and achieve victory through sheer force.

As two grandmasters, determining a winner is not so simple.

Compared to the characteristics of Zhou Cheng's three types of true qi, his only advantage lies in the total amount of true qi he can accumulate.

His attacks were unlikely to be effective, and his true energy recovery speed was not as fast as Zhou Cheng's. If he continued to expend his energy, no matter how much true energy he had, it would eventually run out.

Therefore, he must take advantage of his abundant internal energy to secure victory in one fell swoop.

His total internal energy was reduced to only 30%.

Even this 30% is far greater than Zhou Cheng's total at his peak.

Therefore, he prepared to leverage his strengths and replicate the scene of destroying Kuhe on Dadong Mountain.

He divided his true energy into two parts, one part accumulating in his chest, and with the protection of his powerful true energy, he took the punch head-on.

As for the other part of the true energy, it followed his fingers and forcefully blasted into Zhou Chengtan's acupoint.

This gesture is not about killing, destruction, or resistance, but about giving.

The massive amount of true energy, exceeding the total amount in Zhou Cheng's body, flowed into Zhou Cheng's body like a great river, inexhaustible and boundless.

In just an instant, the meridians in Zhou Cheng's body began to expand rapidly.

The originally smooth and tough meridian walls were stretched open by the violent external true energy, creating fine cracks, like parched earth or a cracked porcelain vase.

Apart from the remaining true essence in his chest, Emperor Qing poured all the true energy in his body into Zhou Cheng's body without reservation.

Then, he released Zhou Cheng's wrist and staggered back a step.

Zhou Cheng took two steps back, his body swaying slightly. Part of his mask was broken, but it was still hanging on his face. Emperor Qing could not see his expression, but could see through the holes that his eyes seemed somewhat blank and unfocused.

He had seen that look in Kuhe's eyes on Dadong Mountain as well.

"it's over!"

Emperor Qing finally felt relieved.

He developed a genuine fear of Zhou Cheng.

He wasn't afraid of the Grandmaster, but rather of the other party knowing the secrets in his heart.

He had only ever experienced that kind of unknown and incomprehensible fear with Ye Qingmei.

Of course, Zhou Cheng instilled even greater fear in him than Ye Qingmei.

At least Ye Qingmei lacked the ability to see through the past and future, and to understand people's hearts.

As the dust settled, Emperor Qing sighed inwardly.

Young people are still young people after all. His son has not been tempered enough. He can only be ruthless to others, but not to himself.

He may need a long time to recover from this punch, but he won the future and the world.

With his internal energy almost completely drained, Emperor Qing felt an unprecedented weakness.

His body was completely empty, like a dried-up lake, with only a small puddle remaining at his chest.

Each breath was accompanied by a sharp pain, but he forced himself to stay upright, keeping his back straight so that no one would notice his weakness.

He has too many questions now.

He was very curious about what Zhou Cheng was.

Is this even more mysterious person than Ye Qingmei really her son?

He wanted to ask Zhou Cheng a question, hoping that the other party could answer it.

However, before he could ask a question, a slender, fair hand was imprinted on his chest once again in his increasingly dilated pupils.

"Snap!"

His already shattered sternum emitted an even more piercing cracking sound.

Emperor Qing was stunned. His body flew out like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into a broken tree trunk. The trunk snapped in two, and he rolled to the ground, covered in wet mud.

Zhou Cheng slowly withdrew his hand and then tore off the badly damaged gold and red mask from his face.

The true energy in the world of Joy of Life is, in essence, a special kind of bio-energy.

This energy is invisible and intangible when it is outside the body; his spirit cannot capture it, and the system cannot determine it.

Emperor Qing poured his true energy into his body, and this intangible thing became a physical entity, which he could perceive and the system successfully identified.

Although he was able to quickly neutralize most of the foreign kingly true energy by relying on the inclusiveness of his Hundred Refined True Qi and the affinity of the domineering true qi of the same origin, if he released it in time, Emperor Qing's move would at most seriously injure him and make him vomit blood, but would not cause him to lose his fighting ability.

Given the availability of system space, he naturally chose to—make!