Is there any hope for me, who proposed to the world-destroying empress at the very beginning?

With the Purple Star Spear in hand, Su Liang swept away the swords that were attacking him. Then, with a swing of the Golden Sun Fist, the waterfall beneath his feet dried up and stopped flowing under the golden radiance of the sun.

"Boom!" Su Liang punched the figure in front of him, knocking it back, and his body quickly dispersed with the force of the blow.

Su Liang looked up and saw a puppet figure as tall as a person. It was tattered and covered with needles and thread. It had eighteen hands, holding all kinds of weapons, from swords and spears to halberds and rakes.

Su Liang's expression was solemn. After dealing with the white giant python, he arrived at the autumn area as expected. Unlike the harshness of winter, autumn was quite cool. The mountains here were beautiful and the environment was pleasant, but it also contained a deathly atmosphere, as if something was hidden beneath this beauty.

When Su Liang arrived at this place, he found that he could not mobilize his spiritual energy, and even any spells felt dry in his body. As for the body of the Divine Emperor, Su Liang could still use it, but he could not summon golden light to protect his body, as if the person who designed this place did not allow spells to appear.

Although his body was dry and all his passages were blocked, Su Liang felt that if he really unleashed his full power, this autumn cycle would shatter just like the winter cycle. However, Su Liang subconsciously put this option last. After experiencing the winter cycle, Su Liang had already made some guesses about the cycle of the four seasons.

Just as he expected, at the end of the waterfall, a puppet wielding eighteen kinds of weapons appeared before him.

Its martial arts skills are superb, and it wields all eighteen weapons with ease, as if they had been forged through countless trials. It wields each weapon with remarkable grace and skill, making it seem as if one is facing eighteen opponents wielding weapons.

"No magic is allowed, only physical strength is permitted. Is this a test of martial arts?" Su Liang muttered to himself.

Holding the Purple Star Spear, he swiftly arrived above the puppet, brandishing the spear and whistling as it hurtled towards it.

Facing Su Liang's attack, the puppet seemed to have anticipated it. It held the iron hook in its hand and lifted it above its head, accurately hooking the Ziwei Spear. Then, it swung its arm to deflect the force on Su Liang's spear, instantly neutralizing most of Su Liang's sharp attack. Its other seventeen hands were not idle either, and swords, spears, halberds, and other weapons danced wildly at Su Liang.

Su Liang turned around and kicked the doll hard on the head. This kick, powerful enough to break gold and stone, only made the doll stagger. It quickly regained its balance and continued its orderly attack on Su Liang.

Helpless, Su Liang transformed into lightning and sped away. Looking at the puppet opposite him, he had a terrible headache. In the winter cycle, he faced a blizzard that blocked his divine sense. In the autumn cycle, he faced a puppet holding eighteen weapons.

Su Liang understood the principle that two fists can't beat four hands, let alone now that there are eighteen hands instead of four!

Su Liang calculated the puppet's overall strength in his mind. In terms of martial arts, the puppet's skills, honed through countless trials, were undoubtedly superb. In terms of physical strength, the puppet would only stagger after taking a kick from him. Even if there was some difference, it was not significant.

Su Liang estimated that unless he used magic, it would be difficult to defeat his opponent in martial arts. After all, how could he fight someone whose physical body was not much worse than his and who had sixteen more arms?

While Su Liang was pondering, the puppet opposite him transformed into a storm and attacked him. The weapons in its hands seemed chaotic, but they contained strange patterns as they slashed at him. Swords followed spears, clubs and knives cleaved, and similar moves were endless from the puppet, catching Su Liang off guard and leaving him unable to keep up.

Su Liang used the Ziwei Spear to sweep away a large number of weapons in front of him, then raised his hand to grab the spear that was thrusting towards him like a venomous snake. He casually pulled it, but Su Liang was surprised to find that the puppet in front of him began to tremble slightly. The sharp movements of its eighteen hands became obviously disordered, although the puppet quickly adjusted itself.

But Su Liang keenly sensed something, closed his eyes, emptied his mind, reopened his inner eye, and charged forward with his spear.

After opening his mind's eye, Su Liang's control over the gun became significantly stronger. He also saw more flaws in the puppet's attacks. His spear strikes were as swift as a startled dragon, and he blocked eight weapons from the puppet's hands in one fell swoop, only managing to retreat when he was exhausted by the twelfth weapon.

The puppet quickly noticed the change in Su Liang, and its attack momentum shifted, wielding its weapons even more wildly and unpredictably. In an instant, Su Liang felt a great increase in pressure.

Wielding the Purple Star Spear, Su Liang and the puppet engaged in a fierce battle, evenly matched.

"Bang bang bang!"

Su Liang blocked the puppet's attacks one after another, his mental eye repeatedly observing the changes in the puppet's movements. After observing for a while, Su Liang realized that the abnormality of the puppet caused by his unintentional action was not without reason.

The weapons wielded by the puppet do indeed exude a unique and harmonious charm, but this is also its biggest flaw.

Su Liang calmly defended against the puppets, clearing away the attacks from the spears, swords, and rakes. Suddenly, an idea struck him, and he swung the Ziwei Spear, unleashing three consecutive thrusts.

The speed was so fast that the puppets didn't even have time to react before the sword, halberd, and hook on the left, which were poised to strike, were interrupted.

Su Liang was puzzled. His Purple Star Spear moved like plum blossoms in the rain, swiftly and gracefully tracing arcs in the air.

Under the barrage of gunfire, the weapons in the puppet's hands were gradually dismantled. With each weapon destroyed, the puppet's peculiar aura weakened further, and its body retreated uncontrollably.

Su Liang, riding the waves and wielding the Purple Star Spear, spun around amidst a rain of spears, forcing the puppet to the edge of the waterfall cliff.

Chapter 978 On the Eve of Eternity, the Young Emperor

On the edge of the waterfall cliff, Su Liang held the Purple Star Spear and pointed it at the puppet.

The puppet's weapons have all been destroyed, leaving it empty-handed.

Looking at the puppet, Su Liang breathed a sigh of relief. If he hadn't discovered the flaw in the puppet, the two of them would probably have dragged it out until Su Liang got impatient and resorted to violence to break the deadlock.

Although it seemed that Su Liang simply used the eighteen weapons on the puppet to easily break through them, in essence, Su Liang had to find the weaknesses in all the weapon moves while the eighteen weapons were integrated, and he also had to be able to effectively resolve these weaknesses.

Given these limitations, even Su Liang, who hasn't awakened his inner eye, is in a precarious situation.

With a thousand thoughts swirling in his mind, Su Liang's hands didn't stop; he unleashed a spear that swept towards the puppet in a flash.

But to Su Liang's astonishment, the puppet seemed to give him one last serious look before leaping off the waterfall, transforming into a beam of light and merging into Su Liang's body.

Under Su Liang's perception, the Samsara Technique within his body became more concentrated with the infusion of the Autumn Samsara.

After the puppet leaped off the cliff, the beautiful scenery of the evolving green hills and clear waters, a fairyland of birdsong and fragrant flowers, began to disappear.

Su Liang turned around and arrived at a bustling arena.

"Wow! Is this the challenger who challenged Senior Brother Gu this time? He's so handsome! I think he's even better looking than Senior Brother Gu!"

Below the arena, a girl with a beautiful figure and pretty face, dressed in a Taoist robe with Yin and Yang energies and wearing a bun hairstyle, looked at Su Liang on the stage and exclaimed in surprise with her face flushed.

"Yeah, yeah! Senior sister, I think he's really handsome too!"

Beside the young girl, a pretty woman had the same expression.

The male disciples near them were filled with indignation as they looked at Su Liang on the stage, a man of imposing stature and handsome appearance, resembling an immortal in his Yin-Yang Daoist robes. They had to admit that this pretty boy was indeed incredibly handsome! But can good looks put food on the table?

A male disciple with a smirk said sourly, "Can being handsome put food on the table?"

A female disciple nearby, who was infatuated with Su Liang's 'good looks', heard this and grumbled indignantly, "I'll take care of him!"

"Yes! I want to raise him too!"

"Count me in!"

The beautiful female disciples echoed in unison, causing the male disciple to burst into tears, whispering in anguish, "So being handsome really can put food on the table! Why is the world so unfair!"

On the dueling platform, Su Liang frowned as he looked at his new robes. He glanced at the admiring eyes of the female disciples below and the indignant camaraderie of the male disciples. Su Liang felt that it all felt too real, so real that it was as if he had traveled to another world.

"Wow, I didn't expect this challenger to be a man who's eight-tenths as handsome as me?"

A flippant voice came from in front of Su Liang. Su Liang looked over and saw a man on the other side of the dueling platform, wearing a Taoist robe with the Yin and Yang energies split open and looking languid with a nonchalant expression, chewing on a foxtail grass.

The familiar face quickly made Su Liang realize who the man in front of him was. Although he looked a little younger, there were still faint traces of the future middle-aged Reincarnation Ancient Emperor on his face. He murmured, "The Reincarnation Ancient Emperor? Or his youth? A martial arts competition? This assessment is against the Reincarnation Ancient Emperor in his youth?"

Based on the clothing and the appearance of the person opposite him who appeared to be the young Samsara Ancient Emperor, Su Liang quickly deduced a lot from the records of the Samsara Ancient Emperor.

"Is this in the Yin-Yang Sect? The records of the Reincarnation Ancient Emperor are incomplete, but it is clearly recorded that in his early years, the Reincarnation Ancient Emperor was the most outstanding senior brother of the Yin-Yang Sect." After Su Liang figured this out, he was a little disappointed. You know, the Reincarnation Ancient Emperor was named after reincarnation, and all his skills were based on the word "reincarnation". But if he was just a Reincarnation Ancient Emperor who only mastered Yin and Yang in his early years, could he really be considered a complete young emperor?

"Although I don't know what you're whispering about, I inexplicably feel incredibly angry! I've made up my mind! I'm going to fight you with all six levels of my strength!"

On the dueling platform, the young Reincarnation Emperor, Gu Jiang, stood with an unpleasant expression, grumbling angrily.

As soon as he finished speaking, the noisy atmosphere around him fell silent, followed by an even louder uproar.

"Did I hear that right? Senior Brother Gu is going to use six levels of his strength? Isn't that bullying him?"

"I also think so. When he fought with the other junior brothers, Senior Brother Gu only used three-tenths of his strength. How is that possible?"

"Are you jealous that your junior brother is more handsome than him?"

"Mmm! I also think this guy is better than Gu."

Senior brother is so handsome!

Off the fighting platform, as they chatted, the topic inexplicably veered off course again.

Seeing Gu Jiang's face turn completely dark, Su Liang felt a little helpless. He actually wanted to complain about whether the Yin Yang Sect was a sect obsessed with looks. Why did the conversation always turn to appearances? Although he was indeed a tiny bit more handsome than Gu Jiang, was it really necessary to say it in front of others? Wasn't this just inviting hatred?

After his helpless complaints, Su Liangxin became more serious. He gleaned a lot from the disciples below the stage. The topic had gone astray, but judging from their expressions, they all felt that they might lose. What was even more surprising was what he heard in the first few sentences.

Judging from the general strength of these disciples, the Yin-Yang Sect is at least comparable to the Supreme Sect of later generations. And judging from its appearance, this is not the first time such a competition has been held. Just what kind of strength is needed to allow this Ancient Emperor of Reincarnation to win repeatedly in his youth when he only used three-tenths of his strength?

"Hehehe, junior brother, I'm about to make my move! Are you ready to take this attack?" Gu Jiang said with a dark face and a strange laugh. Black and white colors surged up like a tide, turning into waves that kept crashing onto the dueling platform.

Around the arena, layers of formations rose into the air, blocking the overflowing black and white spiritual energy. However, judging from the trembling of the formation plates, they seemed to be under tremendous pressure.

"Crack!" Amidst the black and white currents, streaks of black and white divine lightning transformed into threads that weaved through the flow. Supported by the divine lightning, the black and white spiritual energy seemed to carry a majestic divine power, suppressing Su Liang.

Gu Jiang abandoned his playful demeanor and plunged his hands directly into the black and white spiritual energy. Amidst the tremors of the spiritual energy, Gu Jiang dragged out a large number of lightning threads, transforming them into black and white dazzling lightning between his hands. With crackling sounds, the arena was filled with the oppressive power of heaven and earth.

Holding the black and white divine lightning, Gu Jiang stared intently at Su Liang and said seriously, "Junior brother, I see that your cultivation has already reached the peak of the Heavenly King Realm. I don't know when such a genius as you appeared in the sect, but since you want to challenge me, then don't blame your senior brother for being impolite!"

Chapter 979 The Most Brilliant Battle of All Time

Su Liang stared solemnly at Gu Jiang opposite him. This one move alone was enough to make him a monstrous talent even in the Supreme Sect.

Not only does it evolve its own spiritual energy into Yin and Yang, but it also generates Yin and Yang thunder energy from its spiritual energy. Gu Jiang took a different approach, extracting the Yin and Yang thunder energy and transforming it into divine thunder of heaven and earth. Whether for defending against enemies or protecting oneself, it is extremely powerful.

Taking a deep breath, Su Liang said in a solemn voice:

"I admit that I have underestimated you. Before you fully develop the cycle of reincarnation, you are not yet worthy of being called a young emperor. But with this skill, your strength is enough to ascend to the throne of the world's greatest genius."

Gu Jiang's gaze was strange, somewhat bewildered.

"Although I don't quite understand what you're saying, junior brother, it must be a compliment. But it's too late to flatter me now, because I'm already serious!"

Su Liang chuckled and shook his head. Spiritual energy burst forth like a tidal wave, transforming into a torrent that crushed the arena.

With a "crack," four array spirit stones on the dueling platform turned into dust, and a surge of spiritual energy, comparable to a vast ocean, danced and enveloped the area for miles around.

"Junior brothers and sisters, run!"

"Wow! This junior brother is not only so good-looking, but also so strong!"

Chaos reigned around the arena as everyone frantically fled outwards. The scene before them was truly eye-opening. They had thought that their senior brother's Yin-Yang spiritual energy was enough to make the array plate teeter on the brink of collapse, but they never expected that someone could break this array plate, which was strong enough to support a battle between giants, simply by unleashing a burst of spiritual energy.

However, during their escape, the traditional supernatural abilities of the Yin-Yang Sect reappeared.

Standing proudly amidst this vast expanse of spiritual energy, Su Liang declared arrogantly, "Why should I, Su Liang, admit defeat?"

Gu Jiang looked surprised, then burst into laughter: "Junior brother, I didn't expect you to give me another surprise. I have overstepped my bounds. To say that I used eight-tenths of my strength is indeed a bit disrespectful to you! Junior brother, this is just a small token of my respect!"

The yin and yang spiritual energies rose gently, intertwined with strands of lightning, as if transforming into the heavens themselves, concealing countless divine thunderbolts within. Although their quantity could not match Su Liang's spiritual energy, their quality was equally matched and evenly matched.

"boom!"

In Gu Jiang's hands, the two yin-yang divine lightning bolts became even thicker, the two bolts as thick as a forearm, making people's hearts tremble.

Su Liang and Gu Jiang stood on opposite sides, each gazing at the other, searching for an opportunity.

Nearby, a group of disciples watched from afar, while in the shadows, the sect's elders and leaders watched nervously, lest anything happen.

"Bang!" It moved! The people around jumped in surprise; it was Gu Jiang who had moved first!

Gu Jiang's figure transformed into a bolt of lightning, carrying yin and yang spiritual energy and sweeping up countless black and white lightning threads, rolling towards Su Liang.

A golden light flashed in Su Liang's eyes, and his whole body was enveloped in golden light. On this arena, golden clouds filled the air, and Su Liang transformed into a golden sun, shining brightly.

His body was like a furnace, within which a torrent of spiritual energy surged. When he threw a punch, it was like a lava volcano erupting, scorching and powerful, and it poured out towards Gu Jiang.

On the dueling platform, Thunder and Golden Sun collided.

"boom!"