Both start in hell: but their talents are multiplied a hundredfold.

One punch!

Shen Jue threw a punch!

No fancy tricks, just the simplest and most powerful punch!

The wind on Wudang Mountain has stopped.

The grass and trees were silent, and all sounds were still.

The air within a radius of hundreds of miles seemed to be gripped by an invisible hand, freezing the clouds, birds, and fallen leaves in mid-air.

The surface of the Sword-Unlocking Pool was no longer rippling, reflecting a desolate sky.

White internal energy surged out like a tide from Shen Jue's fist.

His internal energy was so pure that it was like solid white jade, layer upon layer enveloping the surface of his fist.

As the fist thrust forward, the jade-like internal energy began to expand and extend, transforming into a gigantic pillar phantom that stretched across the sky!

"That punch!"

Shen Jue laughed wildly: "It's named Buzhou Mountain - Broken!"

The moment Shen Jue swung his fist to lock on, Zhang Sanfeng's white eyebrows suddenly shot up!

This martial arts grandmaster, who had lived for hundreds of years, felt the threat of death for the first time in his life.

It wasn't the kind of premonition of danger you feel when sparring or competing, but a real, tangible sense of despair, like an ant facing a collapsing sky!

Shen Jue's fist was terrifying beyond measure, unlike any internal force a martial artist could possess. It not only locked onto him, but also locked onto the entire Wudang Mountain range!

They have locked down every inch of land within a radius of hundreds of miles!

Above the ruins of the mountain gate, Song Yushan, hanging from a tree, stared wide-eyed.

He forgot the pain, forgot the humiliation, and even forgot to breathe.

He felt as if his heart was being gripped by an overwhelming sense of fear.

My blood felt as if it had frozen into ice.

Even though he wanted to scream, beg for mercy, or run away, his body simply wouldn't obey him.

Liu Da sealed off Song Yushu's internal energy, while Shen Jue's fist locked onto the birds and beasts of the Wudang Mountains and the disciples of Zhenwu.

At this moment, Song Yushu had only one thought in his mind: he was doomed.

This punch was as powerful as a natural disaster, like a meteorite falling to earth!

They shouldn't even exist in this world!

This is a power that ordinary martial artists cannot comprehend, cannot resist, and are not even qualified to look up to!

Inside the mountain gate, all the disciples of the Wudang Sect simultaneously felt that fist intent!

In the Zixiao Palace, Yu Lianzhou, who was meditating, suddenly opened his eyes and spat out a mouthful of blood.

He tried to circulate his internal energy to resist the oppressive force that descended from the sky, but found that his proud Grandmaster cultivation was as fragile as paper in the face of this fist intent!

His internal energy had just surged out of his dantian when it was crushed to pieces by the destructive aura contained in the fist!

"What...what is this...?" Yu Lianzhou trembled as she braced herself on the ground with both hands.

His disciples were in even worse shape; some fainted, some collapsed to the ground foaming at the mouth, and some huddled in a corner, clutching their heads and howling in despair.

The Seven Heroes of Wudang were renowned among martial artists throughout the world.

However, at this moment, not one of them could stand up.

Shen Jue's fist, locked onto the Wudang Mountains, was like a real mountain, pressing down on the entire Wudang Sect!

His powerful spiritual strength, which was beyond the comprehension of this world, was enough to shatter the minds of these so-called martial arts masters with its residual force and the mere wisp of aura it emitted.

This is a power that surpasses that of any martial artist in this world.

Shen Jue's talent ability, which was multiplied by 1700, along with his numerous strengths, memories, and experiences.

He has already been allowed to modify martial arts through his extraordinary comprehension by cultivating in this world of martial arts!

Amplify and magnify!

Shen Jue's physique, after being superimposed, is beyond human comprehension!

It was released completely and without reservation through white internal force!

This punch! Shen Jue didn't use his full strength!

It's just casual.

At the mountain gate, Huang Rong's face turned deathly pale, and she subconsciously took several steps back.

She had never seen Shen Jue make a move, nor had she ever seen Shen Jue truly exert his strength.

But only now did she realize that Shen Jue's earlier request for Qiao Feng to destroy the mountain gate was just a joke.

If Shen Jue were to personally take action, these Wudang disciples would likely be reduced to dust, and the entire Wudang Mountain would be wiped off the map.

The dragon-shaped battle markings on Qiao Feng's face reappeared, but the composure in his eyes was gone.

He stared intently at Shen Jue's punch, as if witnessing the creation of the world.

He knew he was very strong, and after cultivating the "Breathing Technique 2.0" and reaching the Grandmaster level, he was even more confident that he could dominate the world.

But at this moment he suddenly realized that in front of Shen Jue, his current strength, compared to his powerful internal energy which was dozens of times stronger than before, was still weak and feeble.

Guo Jing stood silently in place, just like everyone else, who also knew the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms and had also modified the "Breathing Technique 2.0".

Seeing Shen Jue throw a punch, one realizes that there are extraordinary people in the world.

Guo Jing, who had always been honest and kind, suddenly realized that some gaps could not be bridged by hard work alone.

However, Zhang Sanfeng did not back down.

This martial arts grandmaster, who had once been a demon of the Jiazi clan, revealed an expression of wild joy on his face!

He was a martial arts fanatic who devoted his life to martial arts, and in his later years, he was overjoyed to see a powerful martial art that was beyond the imagination of the martial arts world!

Faced with Shen Jue's earth-shattering punch, "Mount Buzhou Break," this white-bearded and white-haired martial arts grandmaster suddenly roared to the sky!

The howl was ancient yet powerful, as if the True Martial Emperor, who had been asleep for hundreds of years, had descended to earth to subdue demons!

Amidst the whistling sound, a golden lotus bloomed out of thin air at the Baihui acupoint on Zhang Sanfeng's head.

The golden lotus was no bigger than a bowl, yet it shone with boundless brilliance, illuminating the entire Wudang Mountain.

The golden lotus petals are layered upon layered, each petal adorned with a yin-yang symbol, the black and white energies intertwined endlessly.

After the first golden lotus bloomed, the second and the third followed closely behind.

This represents the convergence of the three flowers of essence, energy, and spirit at the top of the head, symbolizing the image of a grandmaster!

Immediately afterwards, five-colored light burst forth from five major acupoints on Zhang Sanfeng's chest: Tanzhong, Dantian, Mingmen, Yongquan, and Laogong.

Five pillars of energy—blue, red, yellow, white, and black—soared into the sky, intertwining around him to form a giant halo of light.

That is the Five Qi Gathering of the Grandmaster Martial Artists of this world!

Only by refining any one of the five elements within one's chest can one reach the threshold of becoming a Grandmaster!

Zhang Sanfeng's Five Qi Convergence, where all five energies are cultivated to transform into a terrifying halo!

This is a phenomenon that can only occur when martial arts are cultivated to their ultimate level!

In the past thousand years, very few martial artists in this world have been able to reach this level.

Zhang Sanfeng had already reached this level decades ago, so the reason he didn't break through is...

Naturally, it's because if Zhang Sanfeng, having reached the limit of a Grandmaster, were to take another step, he might transform into a rainbow of light and ascend to another realm.

Zhang Sanfeng stayed in this world not because he coveted worldly pleasures, but to protect this world.

Although the cultivation level of Three Flowers Gathering at the Top and Five Qi Converging at the Origin was very high, it was still like a mantis trying to stop a chariot in front of Shen Jue's world-destroying "Mount Buzhou - Severance".

I'm afraid that in an instant, he'll be crushed into dust by Shen Jue's punch!

Zhang Sanfeng knew this perfectly well, so he did not choose to confront it head-on.

He extended both palms and drew a circle in front of him.

It was an extremely simple circle, so simple that any beginner in Tai Chi could draw it.

Yet this simple circle, the moment it was drawn, caused the world to change color.

In the void, countless yin-yang fish swam out from the edge of Zhang Sanfeng's palm, intertwining densely, rotating and spreading around him.

The black and white energies were like two real dragons, head to tail, coiling into a huge millstone covering a radius of a hundred feet.

This is the "Tai Chi Yin Yang Great Millstone".

This goes beyond just martial arts skills!

This scene, beyond the comprehension of martial arts seekers, occurred above Wudang Mountain!

This martial art! It's almost like the Daoist art!

This is the ultimate defense created by Zhang Sanfeng after a century of comprehending the ultimate principles of heaven and earth.

It is the ultimate form of overcoming strength with softness, the ultimate state of using minimal force to deflect great weight.

It does not rely on brute force, but rather on the power of Yin and Yang to guide, neutralize, and redirect the enemy's attacks.

Shen Jue's fist arrived.

The white internal force, as strong as a pillar, crashed into the Tai Chi Yin-Yang millstone!

The Tai Chi Yin-Yang millstone was extremely small; under the terrifying power of "Mount Buzhou - Broken," which could shake the heavens and the earth, it was only the size of a praying mantis under a normal person's feet.

A deep, muffled hum resounded, like the ancient bell of a Buddhist temple in an ancient celestial dynasty being struck, or like a groan from the depths of the earth, resembling an earthquake.

Zhang Sanfeng's sleeves ripped open at the same time, revealing two withered arms that gleamed with the luster of jade.

Veins bulged on his face, sweat poured down his forehead, blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, and the entire Wudang Mountain seemed to be collapsing!

This famous mountain and river has sunk several feet!

Zhang Sanfeng is still stubbornly holding on!

He used his life's martial arts skills and the power of the Tai Chi Yin Yang millstone to guide Shen Jue's fist force upward!

The white fist energy collided, rubbed, and intertwined with the black and white yin and yang forces!

With each rotation of the large millstone, three-tenths of the punch's force is stripped away and transferred!

The force of the punch was guided and soared into the sky, transforming into a white pillar of light that pierced through the heavens and earth!

The beam of light pierced the clouds, pierced the sky, and then the sky shattered.

A huge hole appeared in the sky above Wudang Mountain.

The clouds were blasted open, creating a gap that stretched for tens of miles, revealing the deep blue void above them.

The clouds at the edge of the hole twisted and steamed under the scorching white internal force, as if someone had poked a hole in the sky with a red-hot iron.

Sunlight poured down from the hole, shining on Wudang Mountain, on the ruins, and on Zhang Sanfeng's aged and weary face.

The Tai Chi Yin-Yang millstone exhausted all its power at the last moment, turning into countless fireflies and dissipating.

Zhang Sanfeng groaned, a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth again. He staggered back three steps before regaining his balance.

His three flowers and five energies all disappeared.

But he never gave up.

He caught the punch.

Although he only transferred the force of his punch into the sky, and although he used up all his life's energy to create a giant millstone, he still managed to catch it.

Zhang Sanfeng raised his head and looked at Shen Jue.

Shen Jue did not throw another punch.

There was no resentment or anger in his eyes, only a deep weariness and awe.

He had lived for hundreds of years and had seen countless masters and geniuses, but he had never seen such power.

This is the simplest, purest, and most difficult power to imitate.

Shen Jue's punch relied on simple and pure numerical values!

It can be regarded as a model of the great way of strength.

"Zhang Sanfeng, not bad!" Shen Jue exclaimed suddenly, his body shimmering with silver patterns.

"If you can withstand one of my punches, then I, Shen Jue, will acknowledge you as the strongest martial artist in the world!"

"Old Daoist...accepts." Zhang Sanfeng's voice was hoarse, but his tone carried a hint of composure.

"I'm truly sorry that I couldn't satisfy you."

"Did you have a reason for this punch, benefactor?"

Shen Jue withdrew his fist, his bare upper body shimmering with silver patterns, as if the punch he had just delivered was merely a warm-up.

He tilted his head, looked at Zhang Sanfeng, and a smile appeared on his lips.

"There's no specific name for it."

"Although the name is very high-class."

"But it was just an ordinary punch."

That's right, just like the "Heaven-Turning Seal" move of Wang Chao, the protagonist in the Legend of the Dragon and Snake. It looks very stylish, but the actual effect is to raise your hand and slap someone from top to bottom.

"But old Taoist priest, your martial arts skills are really not bad."

Shen Jue looked intently at Zhang Sanfeng.

"You're probably the only person in the world who can take this punch from me head-on."

"If other grandmasters tried to withstand it, they would probably turn into a bloody mist."

Beside the ruins of the mountain gate, Liu Da and Liu Er had already stopped whipping Song Yushan.

The two brothers stared wide-eyed at the huge hole in the sky that was slowly closing, speechless for a long time.

"Brother! Brother Shen Jue shattered the sky?!" Liu Er exclaimed in shock.

"Brother! I saw it!" Liu Da swallowed hard, his voice dry and hoarse like a broken gong.

"This is what a man should do!"

Song Yushan, who was hanging from the tree, had completely lost consciousness.

His body was covered in whip marks, but compared to the physical pain, the mental trauma was the real destruction.

He finally understood what kind of being he had provoked.

He was arrogant and domineering outside because of his father's reputation, but he showed off his superiority in front of a monster that could shatter the sky with a single punch.

This isn't just courting death, it's having a death wish.

Shen Jue looked at Zhang Sanfeng, a slight smile playing on his lips: "Old Taoist, do you still want to fight?"

Zhang Sanfeng remained silent for a moment, then slowly shook his head.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, stood with his hands behind his back again, and resumed his dignified and otherworldly appearance.

It was as if the old man who had almost been punched to death just now wasn't him.

"There's no need to fight," Zhang Sanfeng said.

"If you have something to discuss, please come inside."

"The followers of Yuanqiao have acted wickedly, destroying my sect. It is their own fault."

Shen Jue laughed: "That old Taoist priest is really interesting."

"You clearly wanted to start a fight, but you're trying to save face."

"Is this the unique, circuitous way of dealing with people in the martial arts world?"

"How boring."

Shen Jue stepped across the ruins and headed towards the Zixiao Palace on Wudang Mountain.

Wudang Mountain sank several feet, and Song Yushu and the others landed on the ground.

Shen Jue had only taken two steps when she turned back and glanced at Song Yushan, who was hanging from the tree.

Zhang Sanfeng smiled bitterly without a word, ignoring his problematic disciples and grand-disciples, and walked behind Shen Jue without uttering a sound.

"Let's go, let's go have some tea on Wudang Mountain."

"As for these few?"

Shen Jue smiled and said, "If I kill someone indiscriminately..."

"Old Taoist priest, you don't hate me, do you?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Sanfeng bowed slightly and said, "Please, benefactor, show mercy."

"The old Taoist priest secluded himself for several years, only concerned with guarding against the entry of grand masters from other countries into the Southern Song Dynasty, but he did not expect that Wudang Mountain would also suffer from a stubborn disease of dust."

The yin-yang fish emerged from Zhang Sanfeng's sleeve; this was a unique method of manifesting internal energy, a technique possessed only by grandmasters.

The two yin-yang fish swam into the bodies of Song Yushu and several other disciples, shattering their internal energy through the pulse.

Several people let out a painful howl, realizing that their years of hard-earned internal strength and physical strength had been completely destroyed.

"The old Taoist priest will send these few men down the mountain to do some work in the town at the foot of Wudang Mountain to make a living."

"Ha," Shen Jue chuckled, "The old Taoist priest certainly knows how to handle people."

"Let me ask about the reputation and misdeeds of your disciples on Wudang Mountain before deciding whether to kill them or not."

"I came here precisely to borrow your name to hold a grand gathering of heroes from all over the world."

"Let's determine the best in the world, unify the martial arts world, and become the emperor of the martial arts world."

"This?" Zhang Sanfeng gave an unnatural, bitter smile.