Good heavens, the ancestor has gone to confess his love again!

"How...how is this possible?!"

After a moment of deathly silence, the square erupted in a deafening uproar.

All the onlookers stared wide-eyed, their faces filled with disbelief. Their trembling was no longer due to the oppressive force, but rather to this mind-blowing scene.

A Quasi-Emperor at the First Level, fighting head-on against a Quasi-Emperor at the Sixth Level

Not only was he completely unharmed, but he also sent his opponent flying hundreds of feet with a single punch, severely injuring him and causing him to cough up blood?!

Could it be that Old Xu is hiding his true strength?

Xu Fan, standing in the crowd, had already begun to question his life amidst repeated shocks.

Is this really his ancestor who was almost unable to take care of himself?

Damn, is it possessed by an ancient monster?

Three years ago, he was an old man who walked unsteadily and tried to scam people by pretending to be injured. Three years later, he transformed into a peerless big shot who sent a Quasi-Emperor of the sixth level flying with a single punch.

If you had done this long ago, why would I have bothered traveling all the way to the Moon Palace to cultivate?

I've been living off my parents for ages!

Xu Fan muttered to himself.

"Old Xu is amazing..." Meng Yuxuan exclaimed, covering her mouth in amazement, her eyes sparkling with admiration. She even involuntarily closed her legs slightly.

Meng Anran and Meng Luoli's mouths were agape, wide enough to fit a goose egg, their beautiful eyes filled with shock and bewilderment.

With their limited knowledge, they could naturally see that Xu Pingsheng had only used the power of a Quasi-Emperor at the first level.

Can the difference in cultivation techniques really be that great?

The opponent is Qingyun Holy Land, one of the three holy lands of the human race. Even if Wu Jiechao underestimated his opponent and did not use his full strength, there should still be such a big gap, right?

In that case, wouldn't Xu Pingsheng's cultivation technique far surpass the inheritance of Qingyun Holy Land?

Who exactly is Xu Lang?

Tang San's gloomy face instantly turned ashen, his pupils contracted to their maximum, and he stared intently at Xu Pingsheng, his eyes filled with disbelief and a hint of barely perceptible fear.

Even if he were slow-witted, he would know that this strange old man's background was probably extraordinary.

A technique capable of defying five minor realms and defeating the Qingyun Holy Land is impossible even for the Yin-Yang Emperor himself, unless…

Tang San's pupils suddenly contracted as he thought of a legend.

"Bai...Yu...Jing..."

He uttered three words, trembling and hesitant, one word at a time.

After saying that, he was almost exhausted, as if those three words carried some kind of taboo.

Legend has it that the Kunxu Realm is merely a small world within the vast universe. Beyond the Kunxu Realm, there are countless Emperor-level inheritances, and even Immortal-level inheritances...

Baiyujing is a top-tier immortal-level inheritance power.

The Jade Capital in the heavens, with its twelve towers and five cities, is itself a celestial realm suspended in the void. It wanders among countless small worlds, recruiting some exceptionally talented disciples.

In the Kunxu Realm, Bai Yujing appeared three times, but only accepted two disciples.

The last disciple was the last human emperor of the ancient era!

Could this strange old man also be Bai Yujing's chosen successor?

A storm raged in Tang San's heart, but at the same time, an extreme greed also emerged.

The successor of Baiyujing is not invincible; otherwise, the Human Emperor would not have been assassinated!

If I were to obtain the inheritance of Bai Yujing and cultivate in seclusion for several thousand years, wouldn't I am amazed by the entire Kunxu Realm when I emerge from seclusion?

At that time, Empress Xue Ji, Qin Jianjia, and the like will all be his pets!

Thinking of this, a sharp killing intent flashed deep in his eyes.

At this time.

"How is that possible?"

Wu Jiechao struggled to climb out of the ditch, his face ashen, blood constantly spilling from the corner of his mouth.

He was an elder of the Qingyun Holy Land, and a stomp of his foot could shake the small Qingzhou. The only person in the entire Qingzhou who could even get a second glance from him was that old codger from the Tianwu Dynasty.

Now, he was sent flying by a single punch from an unknown white-robed old man with the cultivation of a Quasi-Emperor at the first level, and even his proud Golden Cloud Armor was almost shattered.

This is an utter disgrace!

"Old man, you must have burned your very essence and used some forbidden secret technique, right? Heh heh~~ I'd like to see how many times you can withstand this kind of method that hurts the enemy a thousand while damaging yourself eighty thousand?"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood essence, and his imperial aura surged dramatically. His previously weak aura instantly rose to its peak, and there were even faint signs of a breakthrough!

"Azure Cloud World-Suppressing Fist!"

Wu Jiechao roared, his arm muscles bulging. The pale golden imperial divine light was no longer a heavy defense, but transformed into a violent fist force. The fist wind, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound that tore through the void, smashed down on Xu Pingsheng's head.

This punch embodies the insights gained from a lifetime of cultivation. Where the fist lands, even space ripples, as if it's about to smash a hole in the heavens and earth.

however.

Faced with this earth-shattering punch, Xu Pingsheng simply smiled faintly, delivering what remained an ordinary punch.

Little did he know, he was actually somewhat helpless.

It wasn't that he didn't want to be flashy and show off in front of others, but rather...

This Heavenly Emperor Fist is just awful!

It's not just the Heavenly Emperor Fist; all the martial arts techniques in the Heavenly Emperor Scripture are like that!

Xu Pingsheng seriously suspected that the so-called "Heavenly Emperor Scripture," which claimed to have taken nine million years to comprehend, gathered nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine top-tier cultivation techniques, and was created in the Heavenly Dao Rift using the divine soul as a pen and imperial fire as ink, was nothing but... false advertising!

I reckon it was that vain Heavenly Emperor who sat in the Heavenly Dao Rift for nine million years, only to gain nothing, and feeling ashamed, he casually wrote down a cultivation technique.

When you get into a fight, shout: "Heavenly Emperor Fist, Heavenly Emperor Kick, Heavenly Emperor Hand!"

It makes one feel very proud.

After all, having mastered all the martial arts techniques in the world, isn't that enough to make one arrogant?

But actually, it's just...

Powerful!

It can't be said to be purely powerful; it has only one simple function—strength amplification!

Without any elemental power or any special techniques, it's a power amplification of hundreds to tens of thousands of times!

Even if he were to wield a sword and shout "Heavenly Emperor Sword," he would still be using the sword like a hammer, smashing the opponent into ashes with a single strike. With such "abundance of the strengths of all schools," who wouldn't praise the "Heavenly Emperor Scripture" as the number one scripture in the world?

Xu Pingsheng inwardly grumbled.

After nine million years, you've only managed to comprehend this little thing, and you still have the nerve to call yourself the Heavenly Emperor?

"That punch again?"

A hint of disdain flashed in Wu Jiechao's eyes. He didn't believe that this simple punch could break his full-force attack again!

But just as the two fists were about to collide...

"Now!"

Tang San's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and his aura instantly exploded to its maximum!

He had been waiting, waiting for the perfect opportunity to launch a deadly sneak attack!

After all, no one knows what other tricks the successor of Baiyujing has up his sleeve.

They don't make a move unless they're sure to kill!

Suddenly, a jet-black longsword appeared in his hand, its blade engraved with strange imperial runes, emanating a terrifying aura that made one's heart tremble. It was none other than his quasi-imperial weapon, the "Spirit Devouring Sword"!

This sword is forged with the essence and blood of all spirits, specifically designed to break through defenses, and is insidious and vicious!

Tang San's figure transformed into a ghostly black shadow. Taking advantage of the energy storm stirred up by Wu Jiechao's punch, he instantly teleported behind Xu Pingsheng. The Soul Devouring Sword, carrying a chilling aura and a killing intent, pierced straight for Xu Pingsheng's vital heart!

Seeing that he was about to succeed, a sinister smile crept onto his lips:

"Hehehe~~ You're still too young~~"

"die!"