Origin Paradise!

The gray-robed monk raised his palm to his chest, his expression resolute, and said, "This humble monk is from Longcheng. Please, benefactor, offer your humble offering."

Everyone was speechless; they had long heard of Longcheng's arrogance.

Hong Zhou was furious and drew his sword first.

He exhaled a mouthful of powerful martial arts essence, and the cleaver, bathed in the vast essence, released a dazzling light that shone through the night sky.

The entire street seemed to be filled with the shadows of blades. The Grandmaster's ultimate technique, Yangwu Blade, requires the blade to be nurtured for a long time, and the longer it is nurtured, the stronger it becomes when drawn. Several years have passed since Hong Zhou last truly made a move, cleaving the water in two with his blade.

The heavy cleaver swung down with all its might.

Like a burst dam, the rolling blade light swept forward with a whooshing sound. Even among the top ten people in the world, Hong Zhou's area attack was second to none. The enemy showed terrifying speed when entering the city, but they could not escape the coverage of the blade light.

"A heart full of anger, but it all flows away like water."

Long Cheng didn't take the attack seriously at all. An invisible protective barrier rose around him, like an unyielding reef. The gale of sword energy swirled around his body, shattering the blade light and forcefully pushing aside the torrent.

In the roadside tavern, the Master of Misty Rain Pavilion suddenly stood up, the remaining killing intent in his eyes turning into shock.

"The Dao Palace's sword energy protection... a secret technique."

"Not only that, but there is also the Grandmaster's Transformation Realm."

The eldest disciple of the Dao Palace inherited the swordsmanship of the Dao Master. Among them, the sword qi protection technique is a top-notch defensive secret technique in the martial arts world. After being combined with the transformation energy that only grandmasters can possess, its strength increases dramatically.

Clearly, Long Cheng not only killed the Dao Palace's top disciple, but also learned his signature skill. Furthermore, he perfectly integrated it with the Transformation Force he had developed through continuous battles. Most importantly, the top disciple had only been dead for a few days. Such martial arts talent is enough to make all the grandmasters in the world look up to him.

At the same time, Hong Zhou, facing the enemy face-to-face, was under even greater pressure. His all-out strike, which he had been preparing for years, was instantly neutralized, and he gritted his teeth and delivered a second strike.

The machete that had been his companion for half his life shattered with a crash. This divine weapon, imbued with the Yangwu Blade Technique for decades, contained a strong blade aura in every fragment.

The shattered blade spun, its iron light creating a storm that seemed capable of annihilating everything. Strands of blade marks appeared on the ground, and the crowd watching from the roadside screamed and retreated repeatedly, their clothes tattered and their front sides covered in bloodstains in an instant.

Roar!

Hong Zhou roared and pushed the cleaver forward.

A piercing whistling sound echoed through several streets.

The shattering storm blasted forward, squeezing the ground to the sides and leaving a three-foot-deep trench.

"That's all."

Long Cheng reached out to the left, then flicked his wrist, striking the vacuum with his palm, and a huge elephant shadow appeared.

Just as the onlookers thought Xiang Ying was about to charge, Long Cheng threw him out.

"The Buddha's feat of throwing an elephant!"

On the upper floor of Chuyao Tower, Elder Du Nan's expression changed.

This secret technique is difficult enough to rank among the top ten in the world. It is truly unparalleled in its power and strength. However, everyone knows about the main cultivation method of Dragon City, the Heaven and Earth Technique. Without the support of this method, the difficulty of learning the Elephant Throwing Secret Technique and mastering it to a high level is unimaginable.

The giant elephant smashed the shattering storm straight through.

Long Cheng suddenly appeared in front of Hong Zhou and unleashed a powerful Wind and Cloud Handprint.

The Fengyun Palm, a unique skill passed down by the top-tier sect Fengyun Mountain in Yizhou, is considered a success if five or six people in a generation can learn it completely. However, the giant handprint that Longcheng is currently displaying far exceeds the so-called "complete" version, and is like a city wall as tall as a person being pushed aside.

Hong Zhou raised his arms in front of him, but his hard skills were instantly shattered. A large handprint covered his body, and the sound of bones cracking and breaking was continuous. The neutralizing force invaded his body and directly destroyed his orthodox and unorthodox meridians.

Chapter 147 The Five Dou Dao Leader

The central street of Damingfu.

Hong Zhou was like a broken wooden stake, flying backward from mid-air and crashing heavily to the ground. His meridians were shattered, and he was reduced from the seventh strongest in the world to an ordinary old man with no cultivation. His eyes gradually dimmed, and he seemed to have aged more than ten years in an instant.

A faint gasp could be heard from the onlookers.

The two sides fought for less than three rounds.

Long Cheng closed in again, about to finish off his opponent, when an iron spear struck, plunging straight into the ground and trembling incessantly.

The old man in plain clothes used his lightness skill to quickly reach Hong Zhou and delivered a powerful kick that sent him flying towards the disciples of the Great Ming Sect. In fact, very few experts could tell that Hong Zhou had been crippled. As the sect's most prestigious figure, if he handled things properly, he might still have a chance to retire from the sect.

“Senior, you were no match for me three years ago. Now that I have mastered the Transformation Realm, there is no need for me to die.”

Long Cheng narrowed his eyes. If there was any grandmaster in the world who could still pose a threat to him, it would only be the old man in front of him.

"Without your spirit by your side back then, you probably wouldn't be where you are today." Gun King San stood with his spear held horizontally. "Release her, and the two of you will come together."

Long Cheng snorted coldly, and suddenly a pair of slender arms grew from his back, with a blurry female figure embracing him.

Gun King San narrowed his eyes. This was one of the opponent's greatest gains from the Jianchi Mountain Sword Tournament twenty years ago. The ghosts that the mountain guardians captured day after day could not only serve as energy for the great formation, but also as prizes for those who conquered the mountain path. As long as the ghosts were willing, they could coexist with the climbers and leave. Longcheng's methods could directly strike the soul, but there were very few people worth him using his symbiotic soul technique on.

"The Soul Daoist is truly a genius of unparalleled talent."

Gun King asked three times, "Did you manage to get through that wall back then?"

Long Cheng scoffed: "That's a lie. You can't even lift your hand when you get to the wall. A Grandmaster might be able to try to break it open, but Soul Daoist has the advantage of timing, location, and people. The result may be disappointing."

The brief reminiscing came to an end.

The onlookers erupted in excitement, and the surrounding courtyard walls were filled with martial arts practitioners.

"It's Gun King Three!"

"I am the number one person in the martial arts world of Kyushu."

"Second in the world and third in the world, this trip was worthwhile!"

Gun King San's first move was the spear technique "Dragon Crossing the City," but before the spear light could be fully delivered, it became scattered, and the old man's eyes widened as if in an earthquake.

Long Cheng's hair stood on end as well. He stiffly turned his head to look at the south gate, muttering, "They came too fast."

"What are you doing?"

"Why aren't you fighting!"

"Watch the city gate."

The sandstorm had subsided, and a middle-aged Taoist priest rode a donkey into the city. He wore a simple Taoist robe and carried an iron sword worth a few taels of silver on his back.

Gun King San put away his gun and left without even looking back.

In a roadside tavern, the owner of the Misty Rain Pavilion sat upright, feeling that he hadn't done anything particularly heinous recently, and then began to observe as if it were perfectly natural.

Upstairs at Chuyao Tower, Elder Du Nan dragged Yin Shengzi away.

At the Yan family mansion, Dao Chi excitedly bowed and paid his respects from afar. Even as the other party's personal disciple, he had only met this person a few times.

The Five Dou Dao Palace is the head of the Daoist religion of the Great Qian Dynasty.

A grandmaster who transcends worldly concerns.

The onlookers fell silent. The Grandmaster's authority was deeply ingrained in their hearts. The Imperial Palace Eunuch, who was of the same level, had tortured and killed the Governor-General, tormented Elder Du Nan, and dismembered sect leaders from various regions. In the capital, his very name could stop children from crying. Because he was most skilled in assassination, the regional princes feared him like the plague. However, when it came to direct combat strength, the Daoist Master, who possessed four unique skills, was still superior.

Long Cheng turned around and laughed loudly: "What, you can't sit still because a disciple died? I only used one punch to kill him. How many rounds could he last? I just wanted to learn some swordsmanship. A dignified Daoist leader, now you have to make a fool of yourself?"

Aside from the Grand Eunuch, there are very few examples in history of Grandmasters specifically targeting Grandmasters.

"You are different."

"The Northern Barbarians cannot afford to have another Grandmaster."

The middle-aged Taoist priest smiled faintly, his long sword held horizontally in the air. Then, he pushed lightly with his palm, and the sword light shot out.

Long Cheng desperately raised his Elephant Shadow Defense, combining it with his internal energy to envelop himself. At the same time, his fists emitted a thick, earthy-yellow light, which he repeatedly unleashed. One after another, heavy fist imprints surged forth, and the invisible gravity amplified their power beyond measure.

The Secret Technique of Heaven and Earth - Yellow Earth Thickness: This technique uses the gravity of the earth to empower oneself, making one's fists heavy and impervious to crossbow bolts. It is as fast as an eagle and has outstanding effects in attack, defense, and movement. To master this technique, one must lie dormant underground for several years to comprehend the power of the earth.

But faced with the sword light, the fist light and the elephant shadow were all torn apart.

An ordinary iron sword pierced Long Cheng's chest. If he hadn't forcibly adjusted his posture at the critical moment, his entire heart would have been destroyed. Even so, the Daoist Master's more profound internal energy continued to damage his internal organs.

"Well, do you now realize the gap between yourself and a Grandmaster?"

A gaunt old man suddenly appeared beside Long Cheng. His face was covered with sacrificial pigments. There were two Grandmasters in the Northern Barbarians: the Lord of the Great Snow Mountain and the Tantric Zen Master. The latter was currently meeting with the Demon King in the Ten Thousand Mountains, while the former was the leader of the Barbarian Shamans.

The Lord of the Great Snow Mountain attaches great importance to Dragon City. He doesn't even mind regarding it as one of his own. With the other's extraordinary talent, the Northern Barbarians will be able to welcome a new pillar of strength in five or six years at most.

"Be careful, that guy isn't an ordinary grandmaster."

Long Cheng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. He had been stabbed by the leader of the Demonic Sect before, but he was far less powerless than he was now.

"No one is an ordinary master."

The Lord of the Great Snow Mountain looked across and laughed, “The Daoist Master is almost sixty years old this year. The fate of the Great Qian Dynasty is his destiny. This trip north to avenge his disciple is just a side thing. The main reason is probably that he doesn’t want me to break up the Anbei Army.”

As long as they don't mind the trouble and don't care about their reputation, Grandmasters can harass the army year after year, killing three to five hundred people at a time and then leaving. Sooner or later, they can wear down and collapse the army. This situation has been alleviated after the emergence of Qi cultivators, but it has not been completely eliminated.

The middle-aged Taoist priest sheathed his iron sword and said, "A battle in the far north."

The Lord of the Great Snow Mountain nodded: "Alright, but I need to send him out of the border region first."

"Among all the masters in the world, there are only a handful who can harm him."

"Who knows where that person in the palace is hiding? He's about to pass away, he's not already dead."

The Lord of the Great Snow Mountain carried Longcheng away. The difference in life level between a Grandmaster and an ordinary martial artist has widened. The normal lifespan is as high as several hundred years, but the world lacks a certain special substance, which causes them to live for less than two hundred years. The chief eunuch in the palace was the Taoist boy and disciple of the founding emperor, who guarded the Great Qian for a long time.

The two grandmasters and Longcheng left.

The onlookers were still in shock.

With top-tier masters, usually elusive and rarely seen, appearing one after another, the martial arts world is bound to be in an uproar.

Meanwhile, inside the Earl's mansion, Jiang He descended from the attic.

"I'm going back to Dangguan City. Don't forget our business. Longcheng is under the Right Wise King, and he will definitely not miss this great battle." Gun King San made a special trip back to say goodbye. He had already handed over his completed gun manual to the other party.

"See you later." Jiang He clasped his hands in greeting. Objectively speaking, the opponent's three gun techniques were indeed very strong.

Chapter 148 The Death of the Deputy Building Master

Dark as ink.

Even after Longcheng left, the central street remained bustling with activity.

The martial arts masters set up a stage, claiming to make friends through martial arts. Anyone with a discerning eye could see that this was a warm-up for the Sword Debate Tournament. After all, knowing yourself and your enemy is the key to victory in every battle. During the event, several outstanding talents took turns to appear, astonishing everyone with their skills. They are very likely to be among the next generation of the top ten in the world.

At the night market, the deputy head of the building stood at the entrance, gazing at the central street. As the only successor of the head of the building, he was undoubtedly the number two figure in Jubao Tower. The head of the building came from the Dao Palace, and the Supreme Elder, who was both his father and master, was the junior brother of the head of the Dao Palace. With these layers of relationships, he was practically half a grand-disciple of the head of the Dao Palace. No one dared to offend him in the martial arts world, and even members of the royal family had to give him some face.

Such a beautiful time and scenery, yet no lovely lady by my side.

Looking at the lively scene in his line of sight, the deputy host couldn't help but sigh. That Madam Chen recited three hundred poems, almost revealing her identity as a player. He initially contacted her to blackmail her, but he didn't expect her to be so alluring that he inadvertently lost his composure.

Suddenly, a figure in a scarlet robe walked down the night market street. His handsome face attracted the attention of many female martial arts practitioners, but his expression was too cold, as if he would draw his sword and cut down anyone who approached him at any moment.

"Lord, how have you been?" the deputy head of the building said with a smile.

Jiang He started with a spiraling force of light and shadow, directly throwing out the Cold Fang dagger hidden in his sleeve. The passively enhanced Tiger Force made his palm sound like muffled thunder, and a stream of light shot out straight out.

This sudden attack was too unexpected. The high agility stat provided a powerful attack speed, and the killing intent honed on the battlefield successfully concealed the purpose.

The deputy leader never expected that the other party would actually try to kill him upon meeting him. Moreover, there were martial arts practitioners and ordinary people strolling around the night market everywhere. He was acting openly and without any scruples. This Duke of Pingluan was so arrogant that he had no regard for anyone.

The bayonet arrived in an instant. Before the deputy leader could react, the rare-quality protective necklace around his neck shattered, raising a layer of emerald green barrier. However, the force contained in the bayonet was too great. The strange power of the spiraling light and dark energy easily pierced through the protective barrier and deeply penetrated the deputy leader's chest.

Just as the deputy leader was secretly rejoicing that the one-time use item had withstood most of the attack, his face suddenly turned pale, and notification sounds kept ringing in his ears.

The unprecedentedly excellent level of corrosion, combined with the rare level of withering and blood poison, erupted together. Compared to this, the total of 40 points of additional damage granted by the Red Knight and the Undying Knight seemed insignificant.

The deputy lord's chest felt like snow melting under the scorching sun. He desperately drank three small bottles of healing potions, but unfortunately, it was no use in stopping death from coming.

Just before his death, the small white snake around someone's neck suddenly lengthened its body, and with a flick of its tail, it took away the deputy leader's life.

Jiang He ignored the horrified stares around her and waited quietly.

Player qualifications can be transferred through kills, but there is a prerequisite: the recipient must be a being from the origin. Normally, beings from other worlds cannot obtain qualifications by killing players. However, Zhuang Ya is now an animal companion and belongs to him as a player. Whether this can be achieved depends on the determination of the origin.

A moment later, the notification sound that Zhuang Ya hadn't heard rang in Jiang He's ears instead.

[Note: The Origin provides information to the Executor that the killer is not a creature from the Origin region, does not possess the potential to be born with a universal body, and cannot transfer player status...]

Jiang He browsed the information. In short, after obtaining player status, the native creatures automatically possess a hidden and unique physique called the Universal Body. This physique is the foundation for learning skills, but it does not provide any paper-based bonuses to other aspects.

At the same time, the universal body can also bear the power of various extraordinary systems, such as the martial arts system of the Great Qian Dynasty. The humans of the Great Qian Dynasty and the native humans are all human, but there are subtle differences between them. To be more specific, the number of acupoints in their bodies is different.

A more intuitive conclusion is that non-player native humans cannot cultivate martial arts from the Great Qian World because they lack a universal body.

As a "snake from another region," Zhuang Ya naturally had no chance of being born with a universal body.

"Then you should just stick to practicing your sword skills."