"When did the Three Yang Sect start associating with the Meridian Sword Sect? Chen Yin of the White Sun Lineage was slain by Yan Xin; has this matter been written off?"
Zhao Pijiang was full of doubt, for he was merely a trace of divine will that had arrived at this place, and hadn’t discerned the truth of Chen Xing’s situation; therefore, he spoke with considerable politeness:
"The Prince has been in closed-door cultivation for many years, forging Divine Soldiers and gaining insight into the Celestial Dao. I (Mr. Zhao) once had the fortune of hearing the Prince praise that the Chi Yang Sect Leader is the supreme victor in contemporary martial art contests, his martial skills ever-changing, far beyond the ordinary."
Chen Xing continued to put on airs, emulating Chen Yin’s usual arrogance and pride, holding up Chen Du’s youthful Daoist face, with a light tone:
"The Prince flatters me. Had he not been entangled by the Heaven and Earth Profound Barrier for so long, perhaps he might have reached perfection already... I’m digressing, Xiaozhao, in these years, I have focused deeply on study and occasionally obtained Three Punches.
The first is called ’Set,’ spreading Qi Blood True Gang widely, locking ten directions of the void, even when faced with strong enemies, it’s as if flies fall into amber, unable to break free;
The second is called ’Shock,’ resonating with heaven and earth, coexisting with the great Dao, cleansing the universe, shattering the vacuum;
The third is called ’Whole,’ sun and moon blending, merging as one, I am all things, specialized to break Ghost Immortals, annihilate primal spirits... Xiaozhao, would you like to try one of these punches?"
Chen Yin, who was lurking at the Spirit Platform, rolled his eyes. This fellow is truly adept at spouting nonsense, full of lies without a word of truth.
He and Chen Xing had shared the same body for ten years or more, never knowing he had deduced or comprehended any Three Punches.
"Dare I ask the Sect Leader, do the Three Punches have names?"
Zhao Pijiang regarded it as if facing a formidable enemy, responding solemnly.
Though both are Divine Power Giants, Martial Saints, yet this Chi Yang Sect Leader’s creation of the Cultivation Technique and his way of grasping change is top-notch, even King of Support greatly admires it.
"As they say, destroy all methods for one element! I’ve named it ’Three Elements Hammer!’"
Chen Xing spoke with an air of ease, every word filled with towering ambition, causing everyone in the Inner Scenic Land to marvel at the unrivaled demeanor of a Sect Leader.
"Destroy all methods for one element, what boldness!"
Zhao Pijiang’s eyes sparkled with wonder; if his true form were here, he would certainly want to personally experience this astounding punching skill of the Chi Yang Sect Leader.
"A pity, a pity. I (Mr. Zhao), being just a sliver of divine will, can’t partake in the Sect Leader’s supreme skills. Someday, if there’s an opportunity, if the Sect Leader would deign to arrive at Celestial Water Prefecture, I (Mr. Zhao) would aspire to exchange attainments with the Sect Leader."
Chen Yin, lurking at the Spirit Platform, sighed, having been guessed right by this fellow Chen Xing again.
Zhao Pijiang truly got bluffed, choosing to retreat.
Otherwise, with just his sliver of divine will spanning hundreds of miles, there truly wouldn’t be anyone in the vast Inner Scenic Land that could withstand him.
"Since General Zhao is not interested in sparring, this Sect Leader will refrain from bullying you.
Here’s the deal, let you and I each retreat, and let the people underneath settle their own grudges without our interference."
Chen Xing maintained that superior demeanor, dismissive of others.
The more so, the more he displays a giant’s style.
Protected Female Wealth Deity Zhu Mingyu gently bowed her head, quickly saying:
"Grand General need not concern yourself with me..."
Zhao Pijiang’s expression remained indifferent:
"You have numerous Magical Artifacts, preserving life, fleeing through the void isn’t difficult.
But this Withered Revive Wood on this occasion is a rare treasure, and if missed now, there may be no chance to seek it again."
Understanding the Grand General’s intent, Zhu Mingyu felt a chill in her heart:
"I would risk my life to bring this item back to Celestial Water Prefecture!"
Zhao Pijiang shook his head:
"Foster father’s end draws near, and Yan Xin doesn’t have much time left; Chunyu Cultivator surely won’t let such a rare life-extending treasure pass."
He looked towards the raging, sky-dominating Nine Fire Flame Dragon, speaking softly:
"As a foster son, fulfilling filial duty, even having to confront a character as superior as the Chi Yang Sect Leader, it’s only right."
As the words fell, this Grand General of Celestial Water Prefecture suddenly ignited divine will, bursting forth with dazzling brilliance like that of the sun.
In an instant, the pressure of a Divine Power Giant carried infinite light and heat, sweeping widely across a hundred miles.
"This General thinks and rethinks, choosing today over tomorrow, please grant the Dingyuan Hammer!"
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"You really intend to deliver a Divine Technique punch?"
Chen Yin’s Divine Soul was greatly stirred, seemingly anxious, as Chen Xing’s boasting reverberated like thunder, surely crossing fists with Zhao Pijiang would reveal his ploy.
"In great matters, maintain tranquility, Old Chen."
Upon hearing Zhao Pijiang suddenly challenging, Chen Xing remained utterly calm and composed, he always plans thoroughly before action and never fights without preparation.
Only this time, the Chi Yang Sect Leader gathered his large sleeves, and the vastly consuming Nine Fire Flame Dragon instantly dissipated, returning to his limbs and bones.
Then, the red-robed, wood-pinned-haired young Daoist softly spoke:
"A sliver of divine will traversing the space, even if this Sect Leader wins, it’s still a dishonorable victory.
So how about this, you wish to experience the Dingyuan Hammer, alright, this Sect Leader will give you one character.
If you can break it, then consider yourself passed."
Without waiting for Zhao Pijiang’s reply, Chen Xing gathered his power and force, moved like a dragon and snake, infused his lifetime Martial Dao essence into his fingertips, writing a colossal, boldly engraved, deeply imprinted ’Set’ character in the void.
Once this character is formed, the collapsing Inner Scenic Land suddenly solidified, as if sealed in amber, even the rising and floating air currents stopped.
Even Zhao Pijiang had a momentary pause.
"What a character! What a punch! What a Dingyuan Hammer!"
This Grand General of Celestial Water Prefecture sincerely praised.
As a Divine Power Giant, Martial Arts Saint, he clearly saw the monumental script, every stroke filled with divine will, like numerous golden little figures posturing with boxing stances, majestic and proud.
He immediately stepped forward, moving with the punch, as if within him, great dragons were roaring magnificently, Qi Blood True Gang circulating and interwoven, resonating like thunder, uninterrupted.
The immobilized Inner Scenic Land, like a shattered mirror shaking, cracked, presenting frightful and horrifying fissures.