Bang! Bang! Bang!
Fist imprints rained down like solar showers, almost simultaneously, all targeting Meng Qi. Each fist imprint seemed to condense terrifying and violent power. Once they exploded, the area within dozens of miles would be flattened, leaving no ordinary living beings alive.
Even before they detonated, the accumulated high temperature caused the courtyard to ignite spontaneously, turning it into ashes in an instant. The spot where Meng Qi stood collapsed into a deep pit more than ten zhang wide, surrounded by viscous liquid with a lustrous sheen. If it weren’t for Chen Wendeng’s deliberate focus on maximizing the impact and denying the opportunity for the fairy of Biyou Palace to employ his bizarre fist techniques, even the governor’s mansion, and half of the Xinhai City, would have been swallowed by flames!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Chen Wendeng threw punch after punch. The blood-red sun behind him expanded and contracted repeatedly. He felt an indescribable exhilaration, the most satisfying and thrilling experience since mastering this martial art. It seemed as though everything before him could be shattered into water, evaporated and destroyed under the Hundred Yangs Melt Metal Fist!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The blood-red sun spewed scorching and terrifying flames into Chen Wendeng’s fists. His aura surged, his eyes faintly reddening. Wave after wave of solar fist imprints fell, marking the peak of his life’s work.
“Break!” Filled with passion and with the Sun God surging into his mind, Chen Wendeng roared. Clasping his hands together, crimson flames flowed through his arms. He swung them as if wielding a massive hammer, and the blood-red sun behind his head “slammed” forward, engulfing the area within dozens of meters in a burst of flying flames.
This overwhelming sense of power and masculine heat clashed starkly with the gaunt, bald, corpse-like figure before him. Yet, even such a domineering and terrifying “strike” failed to break Meng Qi’s defense!
As soon as Chen Wendeng unleashed the Hundred Yangs Melt Metal Fist, Meng Qi, in his Dharma and Logos state, stood firmly grounded, unflustered. He calmly formed hand seals with his fingers, which writhed like blooming flowers.
Vast and heavy Qi of Earth gathered, manifesting as solemn and steady golden lotuses through Meng Qi’s hand seals and true Qi. These lotuses radiated brilliant light, connecting him with the earth itself. He stood unmoving, enduring and immense, as if the entire land supported him, limitless and boundless. Amidst Chen Wendeng’s relentless assault, he remained steadfast. Even as the surrounding soil melted, the ground beneath his feet remained unchanged, standing like a pillar!
When Chen Wendeng paused to catch his breath after his furious assault, Meng Qi suddenly stepped forward, extending his five fingers, perfectly seizing this fleeting opportunity!
This move was neither palm nor finger, neither claw nor grasp, as if five sharp swords stabbed forth.
Before the strike reached halfway, Meng Qi’s five fingers swiftly clenched together. From the opened acupoints, the Solar Crow, Star Mixed Cave, Nine Orifice Heavens, and others condensed and merged into darkness, returning to the Primordial Unity!
Instantly, the surroundings became chaotic and indistinct, neither formless nor formless, as Meng Qi’s right hand, now clenched, flicked out his thumb, lightly pressing forward—the Primordial Finger!
The sky-wide solar fist imprints dissipated, the spreading flames extinguished. Chen Wendeng’s momentum faltered.
Unrelenting in his advantage, Meng Qi, now two zhang tall, exuded an ancient and profound aura, as if he were the one who upheld the heavens and earth at the dawn of creation. He stepped forward, causing the void to emit a crisp bang. His right hand swung, fist clenched, like a falling mountain peak, heavy and terrifying, compressing the void and seemingly creating faint cracks.
Chen Wendeng hastily parried, his blood-red sun radiating infinite explosive force to meet the incoming fist.
Bang!
Terrifying shockwaves scattered, blowing apart nearby houses. Under this punch seemingly capable of shattering heaven and earth, Chen Wendeng, though unharmed, was forcibly driven down, his feet sinking into the ground up to his knees!
Meng Qi did not roar; the “Yuan Shi Tian Zun” expression remained dignified and solemn. He stepped forward, creating a sonic boom in the air. His right hand lifted, the palm darkening ominously.
The heavens and earth inverted!
A clean, powerful hand flipped across the sky, suddenly descending, compressing the void, displaying pure, ultimate force!
Chen Wendeng’s Dharma form raised his left hand skyward in a supporting gesture, the flames transforming into a winged golden crow.
Bang!
The golden crow was extinguished, the Dharma form swayed. Chen Wendeng could no longer take flight; his legs were completely buried in the earth up to his waist.
Before the soot-covered Chen Wendeng could counterattack, he saw the majestic “Yuan Shi Tian Zun” advancing again.
He formed hand seals and pushed forward, a cold, icy moon faintly emerging behind him.
The moon transformed into a dragon and lunged forth, freezing the molten, glassy soil into ice. Snowflakes drifted down across Xinhai City in June.
Excellent! Chen Wendeng inwardly exclaimed, his blood-red sun behind him suddenly expanding, hungrily absorbing prayers and worship, the scent of blood sacrifice growing stronger.
He pushed his palms forward, the sun flying ahead, transforming into a blood-red golden crow within his hands. It charged toward the cold dragon with an extremely terrifying heat, countering yin with yang, heat with cold, determined to seize the opportunity!
Puh!
The golden crow and the cold dragon collided, palms striking. Yet, there was no sound, no shockwave.
At that moment, the golden flames tinged with blood from Chen Wendeng’s side suddenly turned icy blue, solidifying into frost. Meanwhile, the cold, blue chill and ice from Meng Qi’s side burst into flames, radiating intense heat, rapidly spreading toward Meng Qi. In a brief instant, the two had seemingly exchanged techniques—one shifting from yang to yin, the other from yin to yang!
What’s going on? Chen Wendeng’s gaze froze, pupils constricting. This was an unexpected twist.
“Yin Yang Seal” – “Yin Yang Change”!
Although Meng Qi had not yet fully mastered this technique from the *Primordial Nine Seals*, he had long delved into the profound mysteries of yin-yang transformation, applying them to refine his *Three Harmonies of Yin and Yang: The Origin and Transformation*. As a result, he had also achieved a minor proficiency in the *Yin-Yang Shift* derived from the Dharma Body. Previously used to eliminate formless yin spirits, he now reversed Chen Wendeng’s solar force with his own “Yin” essence!
In an instant, the icy blue frost froze Chen Wendeng, dulling his thoughts and making his body feel alien.
Meanwhile, the golden flames tinged with blood burned onto Meng Qi’s body, but his Taoist robe shimmered with red light, his skin glowing faintly golden. Except for slightly curled hair, he emerged unscathed from the intense fire!
Swiftly and resolutely, as Chen Wendeng shattered free from the ice, he beheld a sacred fist descending like a jade ruyi.
Bang!
Chen Wendeng’s spirit scattered, his forehead cracking, his brain turning to mush.
Confronting an enemy nearly at the Fourth Heavenly Layer by wielding the power of the “Blood Sacrifice Evil God,” Meng Qi could no longer restrain himself. If Chen Wendeng’s strength were entirely his own—without relying on secret treasures or karma manipulation—Meng Qi believed he would have to exhaust every possible tactic to secure victory, even capitalizing on his opponent’s lack of Dharmakāya techniques and formidable external skills.
Huff—the blood-red sun backfired, reducing Chen Wendeng to ashes.
“Strange, this ‘Blood Sacrifice Evil God’ has no intellect, merely serving as a power source for the shaman. Could it have been defeated earlier by ‘Taiyi Zhenren’ and others?” Meng Qi couldn’t stop the backlash in time but tasted the power of the “blood-red sun,” discovering something suspicious.
Even more perplexing was the fact that even if this evil deity were at its peak and possessed intelligence, it would only be marginally stronger than the current Chen Wendeng, approaching but not reaching the fourth heavenly level.
“With such power, it should have broken through long ago…” Meng Qi frowned slightly. Even battling Chen Wendeng felt like facing a fourth-level opponent—laws intertwining, altering the surrounding heaven and earth, influencing and suppressing him, with power surging like his Dharma Aspect. Except for lacking divine abilities, it was almost akin to crossing the first heavenly threshold.
Chen Wendeng was reduced to ashes, leaving behind only a “Solar Crown” made of mediocre material with poor craftsmanship.
Meng Qi’s body shrank back to its original size as he looked toward Fang Butong, who had been caught in the flames nearby, burned to a blackened half-life.
Fang Butong’s eyes were vacant, his body seemingly lifeless, yet his face bore a strange greenish hue. But Meng Qi, already prepared psychologically, wasn’t surprised. He slowly approached, skillfully pressuring the entity inside.
Earlier, the two’s strange behavior had led Meng Qi to suspect they might be possessed by some monster or had consumed something they shouldn’t have, gaining immense power. Hence his earlier questioning.
Seeing Fang Butong’s current state, Meng Qi became even more convinced.
Before he could speak, “Fang Butong” suddenly opened his mouth: “Master, spare my life! I am also of the Kunlun lineage!”
Kunlun lineage? Meng Qi, preoccupied earlier, was greatly surprised. Kunlun? The Kunlun of the Yu Xu Palace?
Having assumed the title of “Primordial Heavenly Lord” and inherited the “Primordial Golden Scripture,” could it be that he truly carried some destiny and karma?
This coincidence seemed too arranged!
Zhang Yuquan, healing while eavesdropping, couldn’t understand a word.
Calmly, Meng Qi asked, “If you are of the Kunlun lineage, why engage in such demonic acts?”
“I’m innocent! Master, please see, I made a pact with this man—helping him break his limits to gain longevity, while he provided me with shelter, heavenly treasures, and similar offerings. Should he die, his corpse would belong to me,” the “Fang Butong” trembled. “Upon witnessing Master wield the Yuan Shi Golden Scripture, the Heaven-Overturning Seal techniques, and the Three Treasures Ruyi Fist, I recognized you as a true disciple of Yu Xu. How could I dare oppose you? Even breaking our agreement was worth it!”
It hurriedly professed loyalty.
Acknowledging the “Heaven and Earth Inversion and Three Treasures Ruyi Fist,” Meng Qi somewhat believed that this creature truly belonged to the Kunlun lineage. He then asked sternly, “What is your background? Why aren’t you on Kunlun Mountain?”
The monster inside Fang Butong replied, “Master, please see, I was originally a spiritual herb on Kunlun Mountain, gradually nearing enlightenment under the influence of the sect leader’s aura, capable of perceiving certain things. Later, I don’t know how I was moved from Kunlun Mountain to a local seal, where I resided after gaining consciousness, until they broke in, found us, and made the pact.”
“What is inside the seal?” Meng Qi pressed.
Turns out to be a plant spirit.
The “herb spirit” said, “I remained at the outermost layer, unaware of what lay at the core. They had been plotting for years, seemingly finding a method to bypass the seal using the power of the Five Provinces, delving deeper inside.”
The outermost layer already held spirit herbs extending longevity and enhancing power; what lay deeper must be even more precious… Suddenly, Meng Qi understood why Fang Butong and others dared to resist.
The “herb spirit” glanced at Meng Qi and quickly lowered its head, whispering, “Master, from what I know, only a true disciple of Yu Xu Palace can directly enter the core of the seal.”
You know? Meng Qi narrowed his eyes at the seemingly loyal spirit, analyzing the credibility of its words.
After a while, Meng Qi calmed his mind, ordering the herb spirit to detail the location of the seal. Then, with a wave of his hand, he pulled out a branch-like creature covered in red leaves.
This matter was too significant; recklessly exploring alone was too dangerous. He should return and bring the Tian Zun with him!
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