The First Venerable of All Paths

"Kill me?"

Mingyang laughed loudly, "Kid, you're even more arrogant than I imagined!"

"But unfortunately, you'll be the one who dies!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Mingyang formed a hand seal once more.

An invisible spiritual power surrounds the body.

The next moment, Mingyang lightly stepped on the ground and appeared in front of Fang Xuan as if he had teleported.

With both hands, Yuan Power and Divine Soul Power merged together, seemingly slow but actually swift, as they slapped towards Fang Xuan's chest.

"Soft Palm!"

A low-grade Xuan-level palm technique.

It takes the essence of "using softness to overcome hardness, slowness to control speed, and borrowing force to deflect force", which is very different from the fierce and explosive martial arts.

It can be used to gently bind, subtly penetrate, and deflect force to avoid attacks.

Especially when combined with Mingyang's first-grade divine soul realm, the power of his Soft Palm is comparable to a mid-grade Xuan-level martial art.

From the exchange just now, Mingyang knew that Fang Xuan's boxing style was one of fierce and domineering force.

This soft, yielding palm technique is perfectly suited to overcome strength with gentleness.

Sensing the subtlety of Mingyang's palm technique, Fang Xuan scoffed.

Overcoming strength with softness?

That depends on who you're referring to!

The internal energy circulated wildly, creating a buzzing sound.

The scorching golden-red Yuan energy gradually covered Fang Xuan's hands.

Fang Xuan also fully aroused his killing intent.

Immediately, Fang Xuan, like a tiger unleashed from its cage, rained down punches on Ming Yang.

The Killing King Fist only has three forms.

However, each move is matched with a corresponding punch.

Since he began practicing this martial art, Fang Xuan has been diligently practicing every day, and the art has long been ingrained in his very being.

Once unleashed, it flows smoothly and effortlessly, leaving no trace, like a gazelle hanging its horns on a tree.

"Bang bang bang!"

The two exchanged blows for dozens of rounds, but Mingyang grew increasingly alarmed with each fight.

He intended to use softness to overcome hardness, but who would have thought that Fang Xuan's punching style was too domineering.

It could even be described as overwhelming force, leaving him unable to defend himself.

"How is that possible?"

Mingyang was shocked.

"He's clearly only at the second level of the Qi Gathering Realm, and his cultivation level and combat experience should be inferior to mine, but why do I feel like I was completely suppressed by him throughout the entire fight!"

What enraged Mingyang even more was that Fang Xuanyuan's power contained an intense heat that could break through the soft power in his palm technique.

"Damn it, this guy's true combat strength is far greater than I imagined."

Seeing that he had already surpassed the three moves he had mentioned, Mingyang felt a burning, stinging pain on his face.

"We can't delay any longer, or where will the Ming family's reputation be?"

A ruthless glint flashed in Mingyang's eyes, and his fingers moved subtly.

"A wolf in sheep's clothing, kill!"

Immediately afterwards, Mingyang's hands created a series of afterimages, forming a palm shadow that enveloped Fang Xuan.

Seeing that Mingyang's offensive was even more intense and swift than before, Fang Xuan also snorted coldly.

He first took a half step back, and then threw a punch.

"Slaying with overwhelming force, shattering mountains!"

The violent killing intent was completely integrated into this punch, which Fang Xuan then unleashed.

"Pfft!"

All the palm shadows were as fragile as a joke in the face of such domineering and murderous fist intent, and were shattered by Fang Xuan's punch.

However, to Fang Xuan's surprise...

As the palm shadow shattered, a flying knife carrying a cold, sharp light shot straight from the void toward Fang Xuan's brow.

This scene was clearly beyond Fang Xuan's expectations.

Fortunately, Fang Xuan's spiritual power also broke through to the first-grade level.

My perception has improved several times over compared to before.

Therefore, when the throwing knife was aimed at him, Fang Xuan subconsciously moved his body away slightly.

"Sizzle!"

The throwing knife slashed across, cutting a gash in the collar.

Before Fang Xuan could even catch his breath, a cold, sharp glint struck him from behind again, aimed directly at his back.

Through his spiritual perception, Fang Xuan discovered that it was yet another throwing knife.

"Sing!"

A strange dragon roar resounded, and Fang Xuan transformed into a golden dragon fish, narrowly avoiding the sneak attack of the second flying knife.

"The response is quite good."

Seeing Fang Xuan dodge two attacks in succession, Ming Yang was furious, but he sneered, "But you will die eventually!"

He quickly formed hand seals, releasing his spiritual power.

"Hiss hiss hiss!"

The next moment, two throwing knives flashed with cold light as they headed straight for Fang Xuan.

The throwing knife was only the size of a palm, but each time it slashed, it left a chilling trail of blades, exuding a chilling killing intent.

Fang Xuan dodged left and right, but the speed of the flying knives increased, leaving Fang Xuan no time to catch his breath.

"Is this the method of a Soul Master?"

Fang Xuan channeled his Yuan Power and used the Dragon Fish Body Technique to dodge the flying knife attacks, his expression becoming somewhat solemn.

"Soul Masters control all things with their souls; compared to sword cultivators, they only lack a natal flying sword!"

After mastering the "Thousand Soul Illusion Dream Technique," Fang Xuan gained a deep understanding of Soul Masters.

Of course, Soul Masters also have their own exclusive weapons, called Soul Weapons.

However, on this continent of Kyushu, those who know how to forge soul weapons are extremely rare, numbering only a handful.

"Being able to wield two throwing knives, this person's spiritual realm is indeed much higher than mine, but..."

Once again dodging the flying knife attack, Fang Xuan saw a sword shadow flash in his eyes.

"I am a sword cultivator!"

Stand firmly on the ground.

Seeing the two throwing knives hurtling towards him from the front and back, Fang Xuan slowly raised his arm and joined two fingers together.

"break!"

As the sword bone moved, a wisp of innate sword energy burst forth from the fingertip.

"Snap!"

The golden-red sword energy shattered into dust on the spot, just like fragile porcelain, upon colliding with the flying knife.

Soul Control Flying Knife?

Break it with your sword!

At the same time, Fang Xuan tilted his head to the side and clamped his hand behind his back.

The flying knife that came from behind was caught between Fang Xuan's two fingers.

"How is that possible?!"

Seeing Fang Xuan break one throwing knife and then catch another, Ming Yang's expression changed drastically, and he cried out in alarm.

These two throwing knives, while not high-level weapons, were still barely at the second-grade level.

But just like that, it was shattered by Fang Xuan's sword energy?

"Could it be... that you really are a sword cultivator?!"

Mingyang's pupils contracted, and he stared at Fang Xuan in horror.

"you guess?"

Fang Xuan grinned and twisted his two fingers.

"Snap!"

The throwing knife broke in two and was casually tossed to the ground by Fang Xuan.

"you......"

Mingyang's face was pale, and his breathing was noticeably weaker than before.

He controlled the throwing knife with his soul, and when the knife was destroyed, his soul naturally suffered a backlash.

"It seems you've run out of tricks."

Fang Xuan said indifferently, "If that's the case, then it's my turn."

Upon hearing this, Mingyang's noodles trembled.

"Kid, what do you want to do?"

"What are you doing?"

Fang Xuan laughed and said, "You don't think I was joking with you just now, do you?"

Mingyang was taken aback.

He recalled what Fang Xuan had said earlier.

Leave them all behind!

"I'm a member of the Ming family, do you really think you can kill me?"

Ming Yang said in a deep voice, "Fang Xuan, I admit you are very strong, but my Ming family is not to be trifled with!"

For Mingyang, saying those words was already a sign of weakness.

If Fang Xuan were any smarter, he would have known when to quit while he was ahead.

Judging from Fang Xuan's performance just now, even if he could kill Fang Xuan, he wouldn't gain anything in return.

It would be better to appease the other party first, and then deal with Fang Xuan slowly after reporting to the clan.

"The Ming family is nothing special."

Fang Xuan said, "Since you've already decided to kill me, how could I let you leave alive!"