[Fantasy Martial Arts] The Legend of the Evil God (Complete) - 19

Despite prior preparation, Jun Tianxie only realized the true extent of this "martial monk's" skill—renowned as one of the four great masters of the "Martial Arts Academy"—when Zen Nian actually made his move.

The instant Zen Nian's Buddha finger lightly touched the ground, the air around Jun Tianxie seemed to be sucked dry, yet life was also visible even in the midst of this annihilation, leaving the latter feeling neither "attack" nor "defense," evoking a profound and mysterious sensation.

Time and space seemed to freeze with Zen Nian's move, as if this finger strike was imbued not with martial power, but with the principles of Zen, visible only in enlightenment, and only through instant enlightenment could one overcome this calamity.

Jun Tianxie took a deep breath. His "Heretical Nirvana" was at least half Buddhist martial arts; he could even surpass Zen in skill. His supple true energy drove his blood, and his body, previously sealed by the "Net of Annihilation," gradually regained its mobility.

A flicker of surprise crossed Chan Nian's eyes. There's an age-old saying, "Evil cannot prevail over good." While nothing is absolute, his Dharma Annihilation Saintly Qi was indeed a powerful weapon against demonic techniques. Countless demonic masters had fallen at his hands, yet Jun Tianxie remained completely unaffected. Unless he possessed the cultivation level of the three giants, he wasn't even a member of the demonic sect. Could the Lord of "Breaking the Prison" have wronged him?

Though this question lingered in his mind, he showed no mercy. This was Chan Nian's style—once a piece was played, it was never taken back.

Even if Jun Tianxie was truly wronged, it wouldn't change anything.

Despite cursing Zen Nian's hypocritical words in his heart, Jun Tianxie had no choice but to be on high alert as the enemy was at the gates. He unleashed the "Nirvana Sword Finger," the sword energy blooming like a thousand lotus flowers, both sacred and solemn. He even painstakingly forced the aura of Buddha from his eyes, though it was merely a simulation using his "Supreme Six Senses." Even Jun Tianxie himself almost thought he had become a "good person."

Zen Nian's skill had reached the master level, where he could control his power at will and transmit energy to lock the soul. Jun Tianxie's "transformation" in temperament could not be hidden from him, but he seemed to ignore it. The "Formless Wonderful Finger" of the "Dharma Extinction Sutra" remained unchanged, the attack continuing unabated, aiming for Jun Tianxie's chest.

Jun Tianxie snorted coldly. Strangely, although he made no move, his Zen mind sensed that the other party had swayed left and right with incredible speed in an instant, simultaneously breaking through his holy energy seal with this strange movement technique. Although he didn't know how Jun Tianxie did this, he clearly felt that his efforts had been futile without even being made.

Fortunately, he was extremely resolute by nature; otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to master the "Extinction of Dharma Sutra," one of the seventy-two ultimate techniques of the "Martial Arts Academy," which was known as the most prone to causing qi deviation. Since he had decided to kill Jun Tianxie on the behalf of the Lord of "Prison Break," even if the other party suddenly turned into his long-lost brother, he would not hesitate to strike.

He turned and changed his move, unleashing the "Intent Like Stopping Palm," a palm strike that surged and swept across the sky, dazzling the eye. The real killing move was hidden behind it. The gaps that inevitably occurred between moves by ordinary masters seemed to have no effect on Zen mind.

Jun Tianxie crossed his arms, condensing an absolute force field of "Nirvana Domain" in the void. Any true energy not of the same attribute that invaded was repelled and bounced back. In the blink of an eye, he had withstood nearly a hundred of Chan Nian's rapid palm strikes. Just as the force field was exhausted and could no longer continue, the opponent's palm strikes also ended.

"Such profound internal strength at such a young age! Is it a natural talent? Or is it aided by elixirs?"

Unable to believe that the opponent could withstand his move with true skill, Chan Nian snorted coldly. Enraged, he decided to overwhelm Jun Tianxie with true skill and save face for the "Martial Arts Academy's" ultimate technique. He unleashed the killing move "Myriad Phenomena" from the "Dharma Extinction Sutra," his five fingers spread wide. The pure and flawless true energy seemed to encompass heaven and earth within Mount Sumeru. This simple and unadorned palm strike had already reached the strongest realm in martial arts.

"We can't keep taking this beating; we must turn the tables."

Having made up his mind, Jun Tianxie swiftly moved his hands, sending out multiple strands of true energy—light as willow catkins and solid as rocks—its depth and tangibility varying, using "complexity" to forcefully restrain the "simplicity" of Zen Thought, simultaneously counterattacking with a sword-finger strike.

"Giving you a little leeway, you've already taken advantage!"

The refined true energy, tempered through countless trials, transformed into an invisible yet tangible blade force, spreading outwards bit by bit with Zen Thought's palm strikes. Before the blade even arrived, the preemptive Dharma-Extinction Holy Qi had already silently eroded the opponent's protective true energy, allowing the blade force to flow as smoothly as a fish breaking through water, even making the person struck feel no pain from the blade's penetration. This was none other than the "Compassionate Blade" from the "Dharma-Extinction Sutra"!

"Condensing Qi into Form? You're using such an overused technique!"

Whether out of arrogance or overconfidence, Jun Tianxie actually pressed forward, using the "Nirvana Sword Finger" with a speed and precision faster than the "Compassionate Blade" to strike the edge of Chan Nian's palm. But at this moment, the difference in skill was obvious. The former was knocked back as if struck by lightning, so uncomfortable that he almost vomited blood on the spot.

"I thought your skill was really that high? Turns out it's nothing special!"

Thinking that he had tested Jun Tianxie's "true ability," Chan Nian confidently unleashed his fifth move—"The Beginning of the Dao"! This palm strike moved slowly, the movement was slow, but the force was extremely powerful, pressing down on Jun Tianxie like a mountain, intending to finish off his opponent within half the agreed-upon number of moves.

"Trying to kill so quickly? Too impatient!"

Jun Tianxie grinned. His "Dreamy Illusory Flower" technique vanished before Chan Nian as if swallowed by the void, then reappeared on Chan Nian's left, delivering a punch to the spine. If hit, Chan Nian would be confined to a wheelchair for the rest of his life.

Unexpectedly, Chan Nian was completely unaffected by the missed attack. As if he had eyes in the back of his head, he sensed Jun Tianxie's movements, turning like a whirlwind and unleashing a palm strike from his left hand. This strike, like an irresistible hurricane, blew Jun Tianxie three feet away, increasing the distance. His precisely calculated killing move was rendered useless.

"Prajna Wind?! How many of the Seventy-Two Ultimate Techniques has this guy mastered?!"

There was little time to marvel at the endless stream of his opponent's moves. Zen Nian's middle finger pointed out like a flower bud sprouting, its spiraling true energy highly concentrated at the fingertip. While outwardly appearing harmless, Jun Tianxie knew that if struck by this finger, not a single bone in his body would remain intact. Knowing that Zen Nian couldn't endure a prolonged battle, he had already unleashed his most powerful and secretive techniques.

This concentrated attack made it impossible for Jun Tianxie to defend using his previous method of spreading his defenses, but he also couldn't predict the attack's location, finding himself in a dilemma.

A finger, powerful enough to pierce armor and steel, struck Jun Tianxie's chest. But the instant it touched his skin, a surge of internal energy spun and rebounded, its direction perfectly countering the Zen Nian finger strike and deflecting it. Jun Tianxie, in a moment of quick thinking, released his Nirvana True Qi through a swirling, remote force, proving more effective than any protective aura and saving his life.

However, while the deadly energy, capable of injuring his meridians, was dispelled, the lingering vital energy still caused him excruciating pain. His chest felt as if it were being pierced by iron nails, and he staggered, seemingly on the verge of collapse.

"The seventh move!"

Zen Nian's usually composed gaze finally betrayed a hint of anxiety. His first miscalculation was that Jun Tianxie had managed to hold out for so long. Now, two-thirds of the ten moves had passed, and he had only barely gained the upper hand. If he couldn't inflict serious damage on his opponent in the next two moves, he wouldn't be able to take Jun Tianxie's life within the agreed-upon timeframe.

Zen Nian silently flicked his left foot upwards, aiming a sneak attack on Jun Tianxie's back, while simultaneously pressing down with both palms, unleashing a force that firmly gripped his opponent's limbs. The timing was impeccable, as if Jun Tianxie himself were "throwing himself into Zen Nian's arms," begging for his life.

Jun Tianxie had never anticipated that each of these ten moves would be more difficult to withstand than the last, but now there was no time for regret. Preserving his life was the most important task. He focused his mind and forced his qi to protect his body, using his "supreme six senses" to judge the final landing point of the foot just before being kicked. He then used his unique mental technique to completely displace the meridians in that area. When Zen Nian's kick landed, there was only a "thud!" sound. The latter felt as if he had been struck by rotten leather, knowing that this move still couldn't harm his opponent. Jun Tianxie's tricks were simply too numerous.

Little did he know that Jun Tianxie also had his own unspeakable suffering. He had almost exhausted all eight protective transformations of the "Nirvana Dharma Body," and with only two moves left, he could only rely on his true skills to fight head-on with his opponent. Even if he managed to survive by sheer luck, he would probably be severely injured.

Just as Jun Tianxie was about to use his final, ultimate move, the "Entanglement" technique, intending to stubbornly endure these two moves, Zen Nian unexpectedly withdrew and stepped aside, calmly saying as if he had never fought him before:

"The remaining two moves are unnecessary."

Jun Tianxie was taken aback upon hearing this. Although he was overjoyed, he did not abandon his vigilance and asked:

"What has made the master change his mind?"

Zen Nian said indifferently: "This humble monk has already exerted all his strength, but still could not gain the upper hand within eight moves. I am also afraid that I have no chance of defeating you in the remaining two moves. There is no point in continuing to fight. Moreover, this humble monk did not find any trace of the true energy of the Demonic Sect's inner cultivation method in you, which shows that you are not a member of the Demonic Sect. Perhaps the rumors are wrong. This humble monk will seek confirmation from the Lord of 'Breaking the Prison'. I apologize for disturbing you." After saying this, he clasped his

hands in a gesture of respect to Jun Tianxie, then turned and drifted away without looking back.

Jun Tianxie watched Chan Nian's graceful figure disappear down the road and couldn't help but smile bitterly, "This is truly inexplicable."

Although he said this, he knew very well that Chan Nian's sudden abandonment was not as simple as he claimed, just a "misunderstanding." He knew very well that Chan Nian was the kind of person who would never give up until he achieved his goal. There was only one reason why such a person would give up halfway: Chan Nian's original intention was not to kill him, but only to test him.

This must be the intention of the Lord of "Breaking the Prison." Originally, he only regarded the other party as a fool who harbored simple hatred for "Mingyue Sect," but now it seemed necessary to revise that assessment.

Ding Shenzhao walked to his side and said, "This monk's martial arts are very high."

Jun Tianxie smiled bitterly, "Of course, he is one of the four masters of the 'Martial Arts Academy,' ranked even above my Tianjiao sister. Of course, his martial arts are good enough to rebel." "

Only after the words left his mouth did he suddenly realize that Chan Nian's appearance before him right after Jun Tianjiao was intentional or a preordained arrangement. Did Jun Tianjiao know beforehand? Was it possible that even his own sister had betrayed him... or perhaps he should never trust anyone at all...?

Seeing Jun Tianxie lost in thought, Ding Shenzhao didn't disturb him, quietly recalling and pondering the battle just now, becoming more and more engrossed, even rehearsing the moves with his hands.

Jun Tianxie was startled from his reverie by the sound of Ding Shenzhao's movements cutting through the air, and upon seeing him, he chuckled and said,

"Brother, you're a training fanatic! All along the way, whenever you had a spare moment, I saw you practicing like crazy."

Ding Shenzhao sheathed his sword and said calmly to Jun Tianxie, "Because my enemies are all extremely difficult to deal with, I must become stronger to cut off their heads."

Jun Tianxie gave him a thumbs up and said, "That's courageous!" "Don't worry, no matter what kind of enemy you're facing, as your brother, I'll always stand by your side!"

Ding Shenzhao lowered his head and said, "I just don't want to drag you down..."

Jun Tianxie patted his shoulder and said, "We're brothers for life, why are you afraid to argue with me about these things? If anything happens to me, I believe you'll help me without hesitation. That's what brothers should do!" Ding

Shenzhao didn't expect this to be another brainwashing attempt by Jun Tianxie. He was simply moved by the all-encompassing friendship and smiled shyly, saying,

"I understand, I won't say things like that again next time."

Jun Tianxie smiled and said, "That's my good brother." The death of "

Dark Asura" Dugu Suiyu shocked the entire righteous martial arts world. The remaining six factions, led by the "White Path Alliance," all sent important figures to mourn him—and simultaneously to investigate the true cause of his death. After all, Dugu Suiyu was considered one of the top ten martial arts masters in the righteous path; the death of such a prominent figure was bound to cause a huge uproar in the martial arts world.

The "Asura Hall" held a grand funeral for Dugu Suiyu, attended by over a thousand martial arts practitioners. Every pair of eyes witnessed the usually cold and unsmiling "Cold Asura" Dugu Bingxin weeping uncontrollably at her father's funeral, even fainting several times! No amount of persuasion could console her, which greatly increased the goodwill of those present towards the young master who would inherit the "Asura Hall's" legacy.

Dugu Bingxin's only friend, and also one of the "Three Heroes"... Lou Xueyi, the "Sword Marquis," was one of the few who could speak a few words to the heartbroken new sect leader. The scene of the two embracing and weeping brought tears to the eyes of everyone present.

Perhaps only the other member of the "Three Heroes"—Xiao Yao, the "Romantic Blade"—cast a different look in his eyes, gazing at the two young figures, one in black and one in white, in the mourning hall with a mixture of doubt, confusion, and worry.

After Dugu Suiyu delivered his eulogy, the atmosphere of the funeral was heightened... At the peak of the gathering, everyone unanimously condemned Chu Tianya, the "Leaving Sword," for his despicable act of treachery, deserving of death! The elders of the "White Path Alliance" present unanimously approved listing him as a public enemy of the martial world, declaring him a priority target for elimination.

Dugu Bingxin returned the greetings to each departing person, making them feel flattered and overwhelmed. To have the acting head of the "Asura Hall"—and soon to drop the "acting" title—personally greet and see them off was no small feat. The daily honors they received only increased their respect for the handsome young man before them, almost to the point of immediately switching sides and joining the "Shura Hall."

After the music ended and the crowd dispersed, Lou Xueyi, who had stayed behind as a friend of Luo Yun and not returned with the "Sword Tower" group, and the two "heroes" embraced. To outsiders, it was a deeply moving moment, but no one noticed—or rather, noticed—the fleeting sly smile in Lou Xueyi's eyes and his barely audible whisper.

"Well done,"

Dugu Suiyu nodded slightly, his reply equally barely audible.

"Next, it's your turn,"

Lou Xueyi said calmly. "I understand." After a brief embrace, the two parted ways .

Lou Xueyi offered a few words of comfort, telling the other to accept the loss. Lou Xueyi didn't linger, turning back to the "Sword Tower" delegation representing the mourners. This entire exchange went unnoticed by almost everyone except one person—

"The Romantic Blade" Xiao Yao! The sorrow in his eyes only deepened, thicker than a dense fog.

"Ah...this sun! Why is it still so scorching?" "The old monk muttered to himself, lowering his right hand from his forehead to let the sunlight illuminate half of his bald head, reflecting a halo like that of the Great Sun Buddha.

The old monk's features were deep yet carried a compassionate warmth, even his eyes seemed to carry a soft, wintery smile as he looked at the man who had knelt before him for five days and five nights—"Leaving Sword" Chu Tianya! He said in an almost sighing tone:

"What is the reason for this suffering..."

The kneeling man raised his head and saw that Chu Tianya's hair was disheveled, his face was covered in stubble, and his cheeks were deeply sunken. The former demeanor of a master was gone, only the flame of obsession burning deep in his pupils, like the ghost fire of the eighteenth level of hell, making people feel cold and afraid.

"Please, Master, have mercy and teach me the unparalleled swordsmanship to avenge this blood feud..." Chu Tianya pleaded in a hoarse, distorted voice, as if he had swallowed burning coals, his tone revealing an unwavering determination.

The old monk shook his head and said, "The 'Tianya Li Sword' you've practiced is already an extremely superior swordsmanship. Why go to such lengths? You must know that greed leads to difficulty, and those who gain much will inevitably lose much." "

I understand everything you say, Master..." Chu Tianya's voice was completely flat, as if his heart had been burned to ashes in a calamity. "But the 'Tianya Li Sword' alone is insufficient to defeat the 'Yanhuang' Jun's heaven-defying 'Peerless Demon Blade.' I know this better than anyone."

The old monk looked at Chu Tianya's bowed neck, a complex light flashing in his eyes, seemingly a mixture of pity and regret. But his expression returned to normal in an instant, and he slowly said,

"Amitabha! When will this cycle of revenge end..."

"Master, please do not persuade me to give up my desire for revenge," Chu Tianya seemed to know what the old monk was about to say and spoke first, "I am already a living dead man with nothing in this world. The only reason I have survived until now is for the deep-seated hatred of the annihilation of my entire family. For revenge, Tianya is willing to pay any price, even if the consequence is that I am shattered to pieces!"

The old monk sighed, "Alas! What a tragedy. I felt pity for you when I saw your pitiful situation. I never thought that a moment of kindness would lead to such a complicated situation today. Truly, those who sow the seeds will reap the harvest."

"I beg the master to grant my request." Chu Tianya didn't say much, only repeatedly banging his forehead against the ground. Even though his skin was bleeding, he showed no sign of stopping, as if he would rather kneel and kowtow to death than get up if the old monk refused to pass on the sword to him.

"Sigh! Enough! Get up first and we'll talk later." The old monk seemed to finally be moved by Chu Tianya's determination, closing his eyes and saying with reluctance.

Chu Tianya remained standing, his blood-stained face expressionless. He calmly asked,

"Has the master agreed to teach me the sword technique?"

The old monk's white eyebrows furrowed, and his eyes, which had previously shown weariness of the world, suddenly flashed with a sharp light. He coldly demanded,

"Answer me! What sword technique do you wish to learn?"

Chu Tianya replied calmly, "The Tathagata's Benevolent Sword."

"The number one killing sword of Buddhism?!" The old monk's usually indifferent expression finally changed. "How did you learn of such a sword technique?"

Chu Tianya did not answer the old monk's question, but instead kowtowed again, saying earnestly, "I beg the master to grant my request."

"You…" The old monk's long, snow-white eyebrows trembled in the wind. Finally, he sighed deeply and said, "The 'Tathagata's Benevolent Sword' is the number one killing sword of Buddhism. Those who practice this sword technique will not have a good end. After death, even their souls will not be able to enter the six realms of reincarnation, but will forever wander between the mortal and present worlds, as eternally lonely souls. Do you still want to practice it?"

"Yes!" Chu Tianya answered without hesitation.

The old monk did not immediately answer whether he would pass on the skill or not, but simply looked up at the sky, his gaze revealing an unfathomable depth, remaining silent for a long time.

Only he knew in his heart that he had no choice.

After an unknown amount of time, the aged and depressed voice finally rang out again:

"Perhaps Heaven wants to use this old monk's hand to bring the forbidden Buddhist technique 'Tathagata's Benevolent Sword,' which has been passed down for hundreds of generations, back to life in this old monk's generation. Rise! From today onwards, you are the thirteenth successor of my 'Bodhi Throne.'"

Chapter Four: The Annihilation of Brahma and the Silent Rest . The "

Dragon-Swallowing Pavilion," located within the General's Mansion, was crafted with the ingenuity of master artisans. An underground hot spring was artificially extracted and transformed into a man-made lake within the courtyard, topped with magnificent winding corridors, waterside pavilions, and platforms. Surrounded by shady paulownia trees and dappled bamboo shadows, the scenery was poetic and picturesque. However, the name given to this magnificent structure by its owner revealed his ambition to rule the world.

Bai Mo walked along the brick-paved corridors that extended around the main pavilion and radiated towards the lake in an octagonal pattern. Steam rose from the hot spring pool beneath his feet, creating a wondrous white mist. Only those of Bai Mo's core position within the "Heavenly Palace" knew that beneath this dreamlike beauty lay the most terrifying defensive traps in the world.

The water flowed straight across the floating bridge, and the city connected to the forbidden garden at an angle.

Bai Mo entered the Dragon-Swallowing Pavilion, where twelve guards stood watch. The gate to the Dragon City was guarded by twelve men, collectively known as the "Twelve Flying Generals of Dragon City." These were the personal guards directly under the command of Emperor Shitian, their loyalty to their master irreplaceable, and they formed the strongest military force of the "General's Mansion."

Bai Mo, with his ever-present, seemingly genuine, warm smile, stepped through the gates of the Dragon-Swallowing Pavilion. A wisp of steam greeted him, and through the misty white fog, he could vaguely see a person soaking in the hot spring pool inside the hall, only their head visible. Beside the pool stood a scholar in a black robe, hands clasped behind his back, as if guarding the person in the pool.

A glint flashed in Bai Mo's eyes, as if surprised by the timing and location of this person's appearance. However, his appearance betrayed no abnormality whatsoever. Instead, he greeted the scholar in black robes in the most ordinary tone, saying, "Is the Right Prime Minister also summoned by the Heavenly King?" The man by the

pool turned around, revealing his horribly ravaged face, covered in stitches. Only the bright, intelligent eyes within them hinted at his extraordinary character and the vast wisdom of the ocean.

The scholar in black turned around and said only one sentence: "No, I've always been here." Bai

Mo showed no reaction upon hearing this, but his heart was in turmoil. Di Shitian, severely wounded after his battle with Jun Nitian, even needed the power of the "Heavenly Well Dragon Pool" hot spring to aid his recovery. Yet, during this vulnerable period of healing, the person guarding the Heavenly King was not Bai Mo, his closed-door disciple, but rather the "Right Prime Minister," Grand Tutor Wen, an "outsider"! The reason for this was quite intriguing.

At this moment, the head in the hot spring finally spoke: "Knowing that you, my disciple, have other important matters to attend to, I requested Right Prime Minister Wen to temporarily assume the position of protector. That's all; there's no other intention. Disciple, you need not worry."

Bai Mo hadn't expected Di Shitian to directly point out his doubts. He broke out in a cold sweat and immediately knelt down, saying, "Disciple deserves to die! Please, Master, punish me!"

The steam from the hot spring blurred Di Shitian's features, only his voice, devoid of clear emotion, could be heard.

"What crime have you committed? Get up!" "

Yes."

Bai Mo's respectful voice concealed his true feelings. His flawless movements led him to step aside beside Grand Tutor Wen, showing no outward unease, which made the latter secretly admire his composure.

"How is Master's injury recovering?"

By not avoiding the taboo topic, he could show that he had no ulterior motives. Besides, Di Shitian was not a narrow-minded person; hesitation would only displease him.

"Do you want to know? " The mist in the hall

suddenly seemed to be influenced by some invisible force, slowly drawn into Di Shitian's body. When Bai Mo's vision cleared and he saw the wound on the latter's chest, he couldn't help but tremble. Even though he had been mentally prepared, he still hadn't expected Di Shitian's injury to be so severe.

There, on the spot where Di Shitian had been severely injured by Jun Nitian, was a large, bowl-sized black scar, looking extremely gruesome and terrifying. Even the broken, piercing sternum seemed faintly visible, some even piercing the lungs, just a hair's breadth away from the heart! Such a severe injury would be enough to kill a normal person more than ten times over, making one wonder how Di Shitian had managed to survive until now.

Bai Mo could almost hear himself gasp.

"Master...you...your injury..."

Di Shitian smiled faintly, as if mocking himself, touching the wound on his chest, and said, "Heh...now you know the real reason why Master had to pretend to be in seclusion to recover from his injury and forbid seeing outsiders, right?" "

White Demon's mind went blank. He barely even noticed Grand Tutor Wen's probing gaze, which swept over him in a quick, uninterrupted barrage. He stammered, 'Is King Jun Yan really that powerful?'

Upon hearing his enemy's name, Emperor Shitian's eyes blazed with hatred like fireworks exploding. He coldly snorted, 'Jun Nitian may be powerful, but my 'Undying Light Body' is not necessarily inferior to his! If that old thief Jun hadn't disregarded the depletion of his lifespan and forcibly used 'Brahma Annihilation Breath' to increase the destructive power of the 'God-Slaying Seal,' how could I have been defeated so miserably in a single move?'

White Demon exclaimed, 'Brahma Annihilation Breath?!'"

Grand Tutor Wen sighed, "This is the same technique that Wei Tuotian used when you fought the third-ranked opponent in the world. It seems you and your disciple are indeed of the same character, willing to pay any price for profit." "

Brahma's Annihilation" is a unique technique from the Demonic Sect, pushing the "Destroying Life and Destroying Essence" method to its extreme. It fuses innate life essence with the emitted force, doubling, even tripling or quadrupling, its destructive power.

The principle is quite simple, but its execution is far from easy. First, one must be prepared to disregard life and death; otherwise, one will injure oneself before even making a move. Second, innate life essence is unlike acquired true qi; once depleted, it can never be recovered. Moreover, the terrifying aspect of "Brahma's Annihilation" lies in the difficulty of controlling the life force emitted within a single strike. The practitioner must even be prepared that the first strike is the last. In other words, without the courage and awareness to sever all ties to life, it is impossible to master this technique.

Throughout history, those who have mastered the "Brahma Annihilation" technique within the Demonic Sect have all been exceptional individuals possessing great wisdom and courage. With Jun Nitian's strength, ranking third in the world, if he were to sacrifice his lifespan and vitality to enhance the destructive power of "Brahma Annihilation," it would indeed possess an invincible force.

In fact, in the history of the Demonic Sect's hundred schools, no school could surpass the "Mingyue Sect" in terms of the depth of their research and the breadth of their application of this type of self-destructive technique.

Although defeated by Jun Nitian, Di Shitian viewed this defeat as a lack of understanding of enlightenment, not a lack of skill. He did not diminish his respect and evaluation of his enemy, fully demonstrating the magnanimity of a "Heavenly King" as a powerful and ruthless leader.

"However... I cannot be certain whether Demon Buddha shares the same thoughts."

A malicious sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth. Of the three giants, Demon Buddha, also known as "Earth Treasury," was the most cunning and vengeful. Jun Nitian had inflicted a crushing defeat upon him in front of everyone, and given Demon Buddha's character, there was no way he would let it go easily.

"Does the Heavenly King mean for us to lend Demon Buddha a hand?" Grand Tutor Wen asked.

Di Shitian shook his head and said, "There's no need for that. That old fox, Mo Tuo, is best at hiding his trump cards, but his embarrassing performance in the battle against Jun Nitian has forced him to find a way to avenge himself. Otherwise, he will find it difficult to gain any respect in the dog-eat-dog world of the demonic sects. Let 'Underworld' and 'Mingyue Sect' fight to the death! At the same time, I can fully absorb the power of the 'White Path Alliance.'"

Bai Mo said, "This disciple has come to report this matter. The 'White Day Plan,' which is in charge of the 'Left Prime Minister,' has sent good news. 'Dark Asura' Dugu Suiyu is dead, and 'Asura Hall' has been successfully brought under our control."

Even with the deep cunning of Di Shitian and Grand Tutor Wen, they were moved upon hearing this news.

Di Shitian slapped the water in front of him, splashing water everywhere.

"Heaven is truly helping me! Well done, Left Prime Minister! Bai Mo, immediately convey my secret order to the Left Prime Minister: use any means necessary to capture another city within a month, and ensure the 'Sword Tower' lord's demise!"

Bai Mo bowed and said, "Disciple obeys."

"Waiter, two jugs of baijiu, and half a pound of beef, quickly!"

Two strikingly handsome youths had just stepped into the small tavern beside the official road. One of them, with a wicked smile, immediately shouted to the waiter, ignoring the strange and curious glances of those around him, and brazenly found an empty wooden table to sit down. His companion remained silent, a stark contrast to the former's clamor.

After the food and wine were devoured by the two (actually, more than 80% ended up in Jun Tianxie's stomach), "Evil Star" patted his belly contentedly. Even with absolute intelligence or immortality, the innate need for food to sustain life remains unchanged.

Jun Tianxie glanced at Ding Shenzhao sitting opposite him, shook his head, and chuckled, "Brother, you and I are both still in our developmental stage, but I see that your appetite is never even half of mine. This isn't good for your health."

Ding Shenzhao replied calmly, "When I lived in the wild, I ate almost only one meal a day. This amount was already a lot for me."

Jun Tianxie laughed, "Here we go again! Those miserable days should be completely forgotten after you've achieved success. As long as you follow..." "With me by your side, you'll live a life of luxury, why bother with such trivial desires?"

Despite Jun Tianxie's earnest persuasion, Ding Shenzhao simply shook his head and said, "This is enough."

Jun Tianxie smiled wryly, "I guess I can't resist you... Huh?"

Sensing the strange look in Ding Shenzhao's gaze, he was about to turn around with him when the newcomer had already taken the remaining seat at their table. His face was flawlessly perfect, and beneath his mature and elegant features was a carefree smile.

"Long time no see! I didn't expect to run into you here. It's true what they say, life is full of unexpected encounters!"

Jun Tianxie gave a wry smile and looked at the newcomer, saying, "It really has been a long time, but Brother Xiao's last words were probably a bit insincere!"

If it were just a coincidence that "The Romantic Blade" Xiao Yao met them here, the sun would probably rise in the west.

Xiao Yao first gave the two a charming, sunny smile. Undeniably, his demeanor was remarkably elegant and handsome, living up to his reputation as a "playboy."

"I won't lie to you directly. To be honest, I did come here to find you, but the presence of Brother Ding is an unexpected bonus. Perhaps my luck has finally turned!"

Watching Xiao Yao sigh as he toyed with his wine glass, Jun Tianxie simply asked, "Brother Xiao, did you come representing the 'White Path Alliance' or 'Prison Break'?"

Xiao Yao was taken aback for a moment, then smiled wryly, "Neither. I came to ask for your help in a personal capacity."

Even with Jun Tianxie's distrustful nature, he couldn't help but feel a slight sense of goodwill towards Xiao Yao upon hearing this. Xiao Yao had, of course, learned his true identity from "Breaking the Prison" and knew that he and the other man were at opposite ends of the spectrum. However, he could clearly sense that the other man harbored no hostility whatsoever. This was largely due to Xiao Yao's life-saving grace, but Xiao Yao's own magnanimity also played a significant role.

From Ding Shenzhao's gaze, it was also clear that he held virtually no hostility towards Xiao Yao.

However, this weak expression of "friendship" was of course insufficient to move the unyielding Jun Tianxie. He shrugged and cheerfully said, "Given our 'relationship,' if you need any help, just let me know!"

Xiao Yao was no novice; he could tell from the lack of sincerity in Jun Tianxie's reply that this man was a born absolute egoist, and could only be moved by self-interest; appealing to emotions was futile.

Xiao Yao looked at Ding Shenzhao, whose face was expressionless, showing no inner turmoil. He sighed inwardly and spoke with utmost sincerity, "Now we can say we're in the same boat. Please at least believe that I have no hostility towards you. If you can understand this, then we have a basis to continue our discussion."

Jun Tianxie replied without hesitation, "Of course I believe you. You can continue."

Xiao Yao was taken aback. Jun Tianxie's quick response made it difficult for him to determine the sincerity in the other's words. However, on the other hand, he had never truly seen through Jun Tianxie's true intentions, which was why he gave the latter such high praise.

After a moment's thought, Xiao Yao decided to lay his cards on the table: "Do you know that 'Dark Asura' Dugu Suiyu has passed away recently, and his son Dugu Bingxin has taken over the 'Asura Hall' business? With him and 'Sword Marquis' Lou Xueyi, whose status in 'Sword Tower' has risen recently, I don't need to explain how bad the future situation will be for you two brothers!"

Jun Tianxie was secretly astonished, thinking that this way he wouldn't have to choose sides in the competition between the two assassins vying for rankings. However, he couldn't hide his doubts and frowned, saying, "With Dugu Suiyu's cultivation level, unless one of the three giants or the leader of the nine extraordinary people, 'Xuanzong,' makes a move, who else could kill him?"

Xiao Yao brought his wine cup to his lips and took a small sip, his gaze casually drifting towards the outside world. He said lightly, "Dugu Bingxin said that 'Sword' Chu Tianya, riding on the back of 'Dark Asura,' ambushed him while he was in seclusion, and his injuries were too severe to be cured." "I don't believe such a statement."

Jun Tianxie believed Xiao Yao's suspicion without hesitation. If it were him, he would have made the same deduction. Although Chu Tianya had cuckolded Dugu Suiyu, causing an irreconcilable feud between the two, it was precisely because of this that Dugu Suiyu would be particularly wary of "Sword's Edge". The two's martial arts skills were also comparable. If Chu Tianya was able to sneak into the heavily guarded "Shura Hall" and ambush Dugu Suiyu, and then escape unscathed, I'm afraid "Assassin" Yi Shuihan would immediately offer up the title of the world's number one assassin.

Jun Tianxie said leisurely, "Isn't Uncle Chu one of your family members? Just ask him!"

Xiao Yao smiled bitterly, "That's the problem. The White Path Alliance and the Prison Breaker have both launched their search networks, but no one can find Chu Tianya's whereabouts. It's as if he's vanished into thin air."

Jun Tianxie shrugged, "That's your White Path's own internal affair. What does it have to do with me?"

A glint flashed in Xiao Yao's eyes as he stared at Jun Tianxie and said in a deep voice, "If Lou Xueyi and Dugu Bingxin were to seize power..." "You and Brother Ding won't have a good life from now on either. I don't need to tell you that, do I?"

Ding Shenzhao, who had remained silent until now, suddenly snorted coldly and said, "I will kill them both before that."

Xiao Yao leaned forward, closer to the two, and lowered his voice, saying, "That's precisely why I've come to find you two. Given the current situation, we have no choice but to stand on the same side. Otherwise, if the White Path Alliance falls into the hands of these two, it will bring unimaginable disaster to the righteous path."

Jun Tianxie He said calmly, "Do you know that Lou Xueyi, that pretty boy, has another identity? He's the most mysterious 'Left Prime Minister' in the 'Heavenly Palace's' Ten Directions Annihilation."

Xiao Yao was shocked upon hearing this, exclaiming, "Is this true?!"

Jun Tianxie said casually, "My old man told me this himself, so it shouldn't be wrong. Moreover, I also know that that pretty boy has an ambiguous relationship with 'Demon Spirit' Ye Meixie, one of the Nine Eccentrics."

Since it was guaranteed by the "Emperor of Hell" Jun Nitian, it couldn't be wrong. Xiao Yao's face grew even paler. After taking a deep breath, he said in a deep voice, "I must report this to 'Sword' immediately!"

Jun Tianxie shook his head and said, "Without evidence, your actions will only be seen as sowing discord between master and disciple."

Xiao Yao sighed heavily, looking dejected, and said, "Now I understand the real reason why the leaders of the alliance have recently met with misfortune, and even my master Li Wuyou could not escape it. It turns out it was the work of an inside traitor. Di Shitian's move was too brilliant."

Jun Tianxie nodded and said, "Now I also admire Di Shitian's methods a bit. His..." "So the failure was due to my old man's unimaginable strength, not a flaw in his strategy."

Xiao Yao seemed incredulous at Jun Tianxie's half-sarcastic, half-praising approach, but said nothing more, only sighing softly, "It seems we've always prioritized the 'Mingyue Sect,' neglecting the 'Heavenly King,' whose methods and strategies are no less than your father's."

Jun Tianxie frowned, as if wanting to say something but holding back, and then said something else entirely: "Di Shitian fell for my old man's trick." Even if the "God-Slaying Seal" doesn't die, it won't be able to make a comeback and cause trouble without a year or two of recuperation. However, the "Heavenly Palace" is full of talent; even just considering Bai Mo, Grand Tutor Wen, and Lou Xueyi together, they are almost equivalent to one and a half "Heavenly Kings."

Xiao Yao nodded in agreement, saying, "Right now, all forces are focusing on the heavily damaged 'Mingyue Sect,' neglecting the truly ambitious ones. Even I can't get manpower from the organization to support them. Besides you two brothers, I really can't think of any reliable helpers."

Jun Tian Jun Tianxie thought to himself, "You've found the most unreliable helper in the world." He replied noncommittally, "What about my 'sworn brother'? You haven't forgotten that he alone could be worth a hundred men, have you?"

Xiao Yao paused, then realized Jun Tianxie was referring to his "natural enemy," Long Bufei. A strange expression appeared on his face as he chuckled, "Brother Long... it's inconvenient to ask him for help right now..."

Jun Tianxie's eyes flashed with a sharp light as he looked at Xiao Yao and said in a deep voice, "You didn't 'invite' my sworn brother to see your leader, only to find that you two didn't agree, so you just killed him, didn't you?" "?"

Xiao Yao quickly waved his hand and said, "Brother Jun, please don't misunderstand. Our leader and Brother Long hit it off immediately. How could he possibly have any intention of harming him? Actually... it's just that our leader admires Brother Long too much... so... he hopes he can stay by his side a little longer, that's all."

Looking at Xiao Yao's tone and expression as he spoke, a ridiculous thought suddenly surfaced in Jun Tianxie's mind. He exclaimed, "Could it be that your leader is actually a woman?"

Seeing Xiao Yao nodding awkwardly, Jun Tianxie was speechless for a long time.

Chapter Five: Forcing a Tiger to Injure a Man.

Jun Tianxie slapped his forehead, feigning a near-fainting expression, and said, "I never expected the leader of the prison to be a woman, my god!"

Xiao Yao seemed at a loss for words, saying, "Although our leader is a woman, her leadership and command abilities are beyond question; otherwise, she wouldn't have been able to contend with the vast forces of the Demonic Sect until now."

Jun Tianxie shook his head, his expression a mix of laughter and sighs, and said, "Of course, I should have thought of that sooner. Alas! My sworn brother is truly blessed with good fortune!"

Xiao Yao's handsome face flushed slightly, a rare occurrence. "Brother Jun, you've probably misunderstood. Brother Long and our leader's relationship is purely based on mutual appreciation, nothing to do with romantic feelings."

Jun Tianxie revealed a disdainful smile that said, "You'd be a fool to believe that." His gaze swept back and forth over Xiao Yao, making the latter feel a chill before he said, "A playboy like you, who flaunts his love for everyone, would actually ignore the flower right in front of him, letting such a great opportunity slip away. This isn't like you at all!"

Xiao Yao was embarrassed by Jun Tianxie's words and kept rubbing his nose, unsure whether to admit it or not, and could only respond with a few dry laughs.

However, Jun Tianxie was not someone who could be easily dismissed. Although he didn't say anything, his malicious smile still made Xiao Yao's skin crawl. However, although Jun Tianxie had planned to make Xiao Yao confess everything, this plan was stillborn due to the intervention of external forces.

"There's murderous intent."

These three simple words easily drew the attention of the two people in the conversation. Because of their single-minded focus and their innate, unusual sensitivity to murderous intent, Ding Shenzhao was the first to sense the change in situation.

The two who had stopped talking followed Ding Shenzhao's gaze, but this action was unnecessary. Like ghosts, uninvited guests had already surrounded their table, and judging from their expressions, it was clear they were up to no good.

"If you're looking for this womanizer to settle scores with, please do as you please. We two brothers only happened to be sitting with him by chance; we have no real relationship whatsoever."

His words sounded detached, but to downplay the act of "betrayal" with such a decisive and effortless attitude was something only someone as shameless as Jun Tianxie could achieve; otherwise, it was truly beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Even Xiao Yao didn't expect that the person next to him would betray him in the blink of an eye. The action was so fast that he didn't even have time to show a surprised expression on his face. But soon that expression turned into an uncontrollable laugh, because from the group of people surrounding them came an extremely cold reply: "Stop pretending, Jun Tianxie, the person we are looking for is you."

"No way! Is karma really this fast?"

Jun Tianxie almost spat out the glass of wine he had just drunk. Looking at Xiao Yao, who was laughing so hard he was rolling on the ground, and Ding Shenzhao, whose face was obviously distorted even though he wasn't laughing, he could only lament once again that he had made a bad choice of friends and that God was being too harsh on him.

He glared fiercely at the gloating Xiao Dalangzi, then stood up and faced the crowd outside the tavern, his tone noticeably softening as he said, "May I ask which heroes you gentlemen are? If I have ever offended any of you, I humbly request your magnanimity and a chance to reform. Any criticism or guidance will be readily accepted, and I will strive to improve."

Even Xiao Yao had to admire Jun Tianxie's shamelessness. However, the group outside the tavern clearly wasn't buying it. They echoed the earlier speaker, saying, "The 'Hunter's Society' has offered a 18-tael bounty on your head, so no matter how eloquent you are today, you won't survive here."

While inwardly cursing the white-haired man's narrow-mindedness, they maintained their smiles. "Oh dear! So you're heroes from the 'Hunter's Guild'! It's like the flood washed away the Dragon King's temple; we're all family now, not recognizing each other! My leader and I are sworn brothers. You always like to joke like this, don't you think about how much trouble you'll cause us? Thank you all for coming all this way. I'll go talk to your leader myself."

Watching Jun Tianxie's acting skills, even Xiao Yao couldn't help but believe that he and the leader of the "Hunter's Guild" really had a life-or-death friendship. Unfortunately, the leader's heart seemed to be made of iron, and he still sneered coldly without letting up: "Before we came, the leader told us that Jun Tianxie's mouth could make the dead come back to life, and that we should never believe a single word you said. Now it seems he was right."

"No way? The company even investigated this so thoroughly? That guy really wants to kill me. Waaah! Yu Tianxie, you've really ruined me this time!" He

silently lamented in his mind, while simultaneously assessing the situation. The enemy outnumbered them all, and they were clearly top-tier fighters. His side only had Ding Shenzhao and two others—their strength was far too weak. As for "Windy Blade" Xiao Yao… he should be thankful he didn't defect.

Sure enough, that despicable rogue revealed his damned smile and said, "This shouldn't be any of my business. Excuse me, I'll take my leave first."

Damn it! As expected, Jun Tianxie hadn't misjudged this treacherous fellow. He seemed to have completely forgotten his earlier betrayal, inwardly cursing Xiao Yao for being heartless and that his son would be born without an anus—words unsuitable for children. However, outwardly, he waved and smiled politely at Xiao Yao, saying, "Brother Xiao, take care. I'm sorry I can't see

you off any further." Xiao Yao was clearly taken aback by Jun Tianxie's unexpected reaction, but his hesitation was only momentary. Then, like the other tavern patrons who wished they had more legs, he vanished in the blink of an eye, his speed even surpassing Jun Tianxie's "Dreamy Illusory Flower" technique.

The group of hunters patiently waited until all the tavern patrons, even the waiters and the manager, had fled before challenging Jun Tianxie.

"Young man surnamed Jun, are you going to trouble us gentlemen to do it, or will you obediently commit suicide?"

Usually, such questions are pointless, but Jun Tianxie's reaction was clearly different from ordinary people. He actually showed a delighted expression and said, "I am truly grateful that you heroes are willing to give me a chance to end my own life!"

After receiving the unexpected answer, the astonishment on everyone's faces had barely faded when Jun Tianxie chuckled and patted the back of his neck, saying, "However, I have a bad habit, which is that I am afraid of pain. So, if I want to take my head back to collect the reward, I will have to trouble you fellow hunters to be kind enough to give me the final blow."

The leader of the hunters was furious when he heard this and said, "Kid! You dare to play us?!"

Jun Tianxie smiled lightly and said, "How can you say that? I sincerely want to offer my precious head to you fellow hunters. If you don't believe me, you can find someone to try. I guarantee that I will stand still and not move an inch, neither running away nor resisting, and let you behead me."

"Really not going to hide or run?" One of the hunters seemed tempted and stepped forward, shouting, "Kid! You'd better not try anything funny!"

Jun Tianxie sighed resignedly, "There are so many of you, I can't beat you in a fight, and I can't escape you. What tricks can I possibly pull? I just hope you can consider our shared experience and give me a quick death. I would be eternally grateful."

"Alright, then I, Zhao Yi, will take your head!"

The hunter who called himself "Zhao Yi" suddenly shouted and drew his sword. His actions seemed reckless, but in fact, the hunters of the "Hunter's Guild" were no ordinary men. The huge bounty he could get for taking Jun Tianxie's head alone made him willing to risk abandoning his numerical advantage and adopting the more dangerous approach of leading the charge. "Nothing ventured, nothing gained" was the life motto of every hunter.

"Man dies for wealth, birds die for food"—this was the final epitaph Jun Tianxie gave for his short life.

Zhao Yi was not careless. His swordsmanship was light and agile, and now, with all his might, a streak of azure light flashed through the air, twisting and turning like a venomous snake as it attacked Jun Tianxie.

The young man shrouded in the azure sword light did not show the slightest sign of panic. The smile on his face might be interpreted as an acceptance of death, but anyone who knew Jun Tianxie even slightly knew that this was a huge misunderstanding. Seeing

that Jun Tianxie truly did not dodge or evade, Zhao Yi was secretly delighted. One tael of gold was no small sum; it was more than enough for him to squander for the rest of his life, and he could even escape the life of a "hunter," living on the edge of a knife. Thinking of this, the power of his sword increased even more.

Because he was too focused on Jun Tianxie, Zhao Yi did not realize that he had made a fatal mistake: the most loyal guardian of the "Evil Star"—"Sword Master Ding Shenzhao"!

For Ding Shenzhao, things were simple from the start: anyone who wanted to harm Jun Tianxie was his enemy.

So, the moment Zhao Yi drew his sword, he had become Ding Shenzhao's enemy. The "Tearful Killer" had only one way of dealing with enemies: to turn them into corpses!

In Zhao Yi's eyes, the previously silent and unremarkable young man in plain clothes beside Jun Tianxie suddenly emanated murderous intent. His sword and blade were drawn simultaneously, and he leaped into the air, his movements as swift as lightning, narrowly avoiding Zhao Yi's attack.

Blood

splattered across the sky. Zhao Yi could never tell anyone what he felt when he saw those deadly sword flashes coming towards him. Because a headless corpse cannot speak.

Zhao Yi's death also shocked the other hunters present. Although he wasn't among the top ten hunters, he was still one of the best in the company. Now, he had fallen to the swordsman in a single move. With so many eyes watching, few had even seen what killing move the swordsman used to kill Zhao Yi. This result was completely unexpected and made them realize the need to reassess the strength of the opposing faction.

Jun Tianxie shook his head, sounding regretful, and said, "Alas! Brother, why did you have to stand up for me? Doing so will only harm you!"

Ding Shenzhao merely glanced coldly at the surrounding crowd, and the sword that had taken a life slashed out, leaving a trail of blood on the ground.

"Anyone who dares to cross this line shall die."

The calm tone was more of a warning than a threat. The problem was, the party being "advised" lacked the magnanimity to heed such advice. Ding Shenzhao's actions were undoubtedly adding fuel to the fire. Now, even without the huge bounty, these desperados wouldn't let those who offended their dignity go unpunished.

"Brothers, charge! Kill these two arrogant brats!"

At the lead hunter's command, the crowd outside the tavern responded simultaneously. Dozens of men, weapons raised, charged into the tavern, their surging killing intent threatening to engulf the two men. But for Ding Shenzhao, who had experienced countless carnage as the "Tearful Killer," this scene was nothing to worry about. With a sweep of his left hand, a crescent-shaped blade of light cleaved through the air, decapitating the hunters in the front row. With a flick of his right hand, his sword flashed, slicing through the chests of three or four more enemies.

"Be careful! This guy's tough. Don't fight alone!"

The lead hunter, experienced as he was, knew that in a one-on-one fight, probably no one in his group except himself could match the sword-wielding youth. He quickly ordered his companions to form a defensive formation, eliminating Ding Shenzhao as an unexpected variable in their plan.

“A good arrangement,” Jun Tianxie smiled wickedly, “but unfortunately…”

After a few ambiguous laughs, his body vanished as if by magic, reappearing beside the leader of the hunters. All his movements were completed in the blink of an eye, but the finger-sword strike he delivered was filled with an inescapable and terrifying aura.

“Your guild leader doesn’t even know the enemy’s true strength? He just sends idiots like you to your deaths!”

“Dreamy Illusion” combined with “Emperor’s Sword Path” and “The King Wants His Subjects to Die!” Jun Tianxie’s surprise attack was determined to succeed; to shoot the man, shoot the horse; to capture the thief, capture the king!

However, the leader of the hunters was no ordinary person. He immediately tried to save himself, his claws reaching for Jun Tianxie’s pulse point. But before he could unleash his full power, the Nirvana Protective Force slid away like an eel, followed by a flurry of kicks that swept away the surrounding crowd trying to break free.

The lead hunter felt Jun Tianxie's powerful mental energy locking onto him, knowing that this was a life-or-death situation. One wrong move and he would lose not only his reputation but also his life. He took a deep breath, unleashing his accumulated power to its limit, his fists flashing like thunder, creating illusory shadows, trying to regain the initiative he had just lost.

Unfortunately for Jun Tianxie, the advantage he had gained was irrevocable. He suddenly leaped into the air, hovering above the lead hunter. His hands and feet, seemingly disconnected from their bones, launched a barrage of attacks from unimaginable angles, like mercury spray, penetrating every crevice. It was as if his body had transformed into four unprecedented weapons, directly clashing with the lead hunter's thunderous punches, creating a series of deafening booms.

"Nirvana Soldier Disarming Technique!"

The lead hunter cried out in alarm. Facing Jun Tianxie's aerial combat, the terrain and initiative were entirely in the latter's hands. He could only barely hold on with his profound skills, but prolonged defense would inevitably lead to defeat. Each of Jun Tianxie's attacks seemed to carry a strange, sticky force, constantly wearing down his true energy and stamina. So, while the battle appeared evenly matched on the surface, only he knew the truth: he was suffering in silence.

Jun Tianxie suddenly shifted his body to the side, dodging a pair of swords that attacked from behind. He even had the leisure to laugh, "You dare to play such tricks in front of your young master?"

Without looking, he struck out with both palms, his energy gathering into a field that pressed down on the two attackers from behind. Accompanied by two shrill screams, the two hunters, who were not weaklings, fell to the ground covered in blood, dead on the spot.

The lead hunter, unable to contain his rage any longer, roared, "Stop!" He unleashed a double punch, the force of which surged towards Jun Tianxie like a raging torrent, intent on taking the life of this hateful enemy.

Jun Tianxie laughed, his limbs swiftly retracting back to their "normal" form. Then, with a light step, his body seemed to soften to the extreme, like a blade of grass blown by a gale, rapidly widening the distance between them.

"Thank you for giving me a ride, brother!"

A sense of foreboding welled up in the lead hunter's heart. Before he could react, a chilling killing intent rapidly approached him from two zhang away. Turning his head, he saw Ding Shenzhao wielding his sword like a demon god of war, the wind whistling in his ears, his entire body stinging as if pricked by needles. The flashing blades enveloped him, trapping him in an inescapable deadly predicament.

The two quickly passed each other.

Ding Shenzhao stood expressionless five zhang away, his sword and saber pointing at his deathly pale opponent in the distance. Jun Tianxie, smiling, floated to Ding Shenzhao's side, shaking his head at the leading hunter, saying, "Men die for wealth, birds die for food, what's the point of this?"

Suddenly, the leading hunter trembled, his clothes torn at the chest, revealing a cross-shaped wound, and a stream of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. He said bitterly, "The elders will avenge me."

Then his eyes dimmed, and with a "thud," he fell to the ground, becoming yet another victim of "Tearful Killer's" sword. The

remaining hunters were stunned, unable to believe that they, who held an absolute numerical advantage, had ended up with their leader dead.

Chapter Six: True Strength

"You've all seen it! Even your leader has gone back to Suzhou to sell duck eggs! There's no point in continuing this fight. Now, grab your balls and run for your lives, and I might let bygones be bygones, letting you keep your manhood to go home and hug your women!"

Jun Tianxie rarely made such a boastful statement; at least on the surface, there was no sign of any unease or guilt. Only he knew that although Ding Shenzhao had killed the leader hunter, he hadn't come without a price—it was simply suppressed within him. If he couldn't take advantage of the chaos to intimidate them, a situation where many ants could kill an elephant was very likely to unfold.

The scene was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Suddenly, Ding Shenzhao staggered, spitting out a mouthful of blood. Jun Tianxie's previous efforts were instantly in vain. He cried out in agony, tears welling in his eyes, "Brother, couldn't you have just endured it a little longer?"

Ding Shenzhao's spit of blood sealed the fate of the situation, sending it into its most dire state. Several hunters roared, "That sword-wielding brat is also seriously injured. We don't need to be afraid of him!"

"The mission failed. The leader won't let us go anyway. We might as well fight to the death and still have a chance to survive!"

"Yes! Kill that brat, and we'll have a bounty we can enjoy for a lifetime!"

"There are so many of us. I don't believe we can't kill two greenhorns!"

"Kill them! Tear those two brats to pieces!"

In the midst of the crowd's excitement, the fighting spirit that had been extinguished was reignited. Shouts of battle echoed all around, and the crowd surged forward like a tidal wave. The power of money was so terrifying that even Jun Tianxie's absolute wisdom could not reverse the disadvantage.

"Damn it! This is troublesome!"

Knowing it was futile, he still couldn't help but complain a little, then swept Ding Shenzhao up in his arms, frowning as he said, "Brother, you eat so little, how come you're so heavy?"

Chapter Six: True Strength

"You all saw it, even your leader has gone back to Suzhou to sell duck eggs! There's no point in continuing this fight. Now, grab your balls and run for your lives, and I, this young master, can let bygones be bygones and let you keep your manhood to go home and hug women!"

Jun Tianxie rarely made such a powerful statement, at least on the surface there was no sign of any guilty conscience. Only he knew that although Ding Shenzhao had killed the leader hunter, he hadn't been without a price, only that the latter had suppressed it within him. If he couldn't take advantage of the crowd's confusion to intimidate them, a situation where many ants could kill an elephant was very likely to unfold.

The scene was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Suddenly, Ding Shenzhao staggered, spitting out a mouthful of blood. Jun Tianxie's previous efforts were instantly in vain. Tears welled in his eyes as he cried out, "Brother, couldn't you have just endured it a little longer?"

Ding Shenzhao's spit-out blood sealed the fate of the situation, sending it into its most dire state. Several hunters shouted, "That sword-wielding brat is also seriously injured! Don't be afraid of him!"

"The mission failed. The leader won't let us go back anyway. We might as well fight to the death for a chance to survive!"

"Yes! Kill that brat, and we'll have a bounty we can enjoy for a lifetime!"

"There are so many of us, we don't believe we can't kill two greenhorns!"

"Kill them! Tear those two brats to pieces!"

In the midst of the crowd's excitement, the fighting spirit that had been extinguished was reignited. Shouts of killing echoed all around, and the crowd surged forward like a tidal wave. The magic of money was so terrifying that even Jun Tianxie's absolute wisdom could not reverse the disadvantageous situation.

"Damn it! This is troublesome!"

Knowing it was futile, he still couldn't help but complain a little, then swept Ding Shenzhao up in his arms, frowning as he said, "Brother, you eat so little, how come you're so heavy?"

"Don't worry about me, you go first, I'll hold them off."

Jun Tianxie said angrily, "What nonsense are you talking about! Have you forgotten that we swore to live and die together? I will never abandon you!"

"You're still very useful to me, it would be a pity if you died now!"

Actually, the last sentence was Jun Tianxie's unspoken truth, and he wasn't afraid that anyone might find out.

At this moment, the remaining hunters had already surrounded and attacked. Without thinking, Jun Tianxie picked up Ding Shenzhao and rushed into the tavern, kicking the tables and chairs inside, making them tilt and even turning them into large weapons under his force, preventing the enemy from surrounding them. Otherwise, if they were trapped, they would only be forced to fight to the death.

The tavern was packed with a chaotic mob, like ferocious beasts devouring their prey.

Jun Tianxie had already moved Ding Shenzhao onto his back, instructing the latter to hold on tightly with his remaining strength. He unleashed his full power, combining "Dreamy Illusory Flowers" with at least 70% of his "Omnipresent" technique, shifting and changing positions within the confined space with ghostly speed.

Each strike seemed to possess boundless explosive power; his Nirvana Sword Qi slashed in all directions, nothing could withstand his onslaught. Despite the enemy's numerical advantage, they could not surround him. His shadowy figure moved swiftly, and wherever he passed, someone fell to the ground, struck by his sword.

"So powerful! Is this Tianxie's true strength?"

Ding Shenzhao, in the only safe zone, couldn't help but exclaim amidst the carnage. Although Jun Tianxie's attacks were ruthless, they always gave the impression of having room for maneuver and wielding power with ease. Moreover, although it was a shame to say such things, on the blood-soaked, life-or-death battlefield, Jun Tianxie's movements surprisingly possessed a pleasing aesthetic beauty.

"Clang!"

A long spear attacking from the left was swept away by Jun Tianxie with the back of his hand. Taking advantage of the enemy's momentary lapse in control, he delivered a flying kick that struck the opponent's vitals. The unfortunate hunter screamed in agony as his body was sent flying through the air, crashing through the tavern roof and dying before even hitting the ground.

Before the second wave of attacks could reach him, Jun Tianxie leaped into the air like a giant bird, dodging all the incoming weapons. He then used the large hole he had just smashed to flip over onto the roof. Following this unexpected move, he slammed his palm onto the roof tiles, unleashing his Nirvana True Qi at its full power. The "Transformation Technique" displayed its destructive and annihilating nature, causing the entire roof to collapse like a cataclysmic event after a violent tremor.

Jun Tianxie, however, used the cover of the bricks and dust to escape using the "Dreamy Illusory Flower" movement technique.

"Ha! Sending these shrimp soldiers and crab generals to deal with me? The president of the Hunter Society is really blind!"

Jun Tianxie pushed Ding Shenzhao non-stop for five miles. During this time, the world changed. For him, who always adhered to the creed of laziness, today could be said to be a rare day of work in his life. Although he was out of breath, once he was sure that it was safe, his bad habit of boasting could not be avoided.

Exhausted, Ding Shenzhao sat cross-legged on the ground, wisps of white smoke rising from his head, his eyes closed. He replied, "If it weren't for my sake, you could have easily wiped out that group with your strength."

Jun Tianxie grinned, "Brother, life would be so boring if it were just fighting all the time! You should learn to solve things using methods other than force."

Ding Shenzhao shook his head, "I'll leave the thinking to you, and the fighting to me. We brothers each have our own roles."

Jun Tianxie chuckled, "I didn't expect you to be able to joke."

Ding Shenzhao calmly replied, "I'm not joking."

Jun Tianxie shrugged, "Then it's up to you. How's your injury healing? Do you need me to carry you a little further? For some reason, I have a feeling of insecurity. I think we need to find a safer place to lay low for now."

"You're not going anywhere."

A cold, ruthless voice rang in both their ears simultaneously, causing them to palpable. Their spiritual senses were among the top ten in the world, yet their opponent had managed to get so close without them noticing. Even if their sharp senses had been slightly diminished after the fierce battle, this skill was still astonishing.

Their gazes swept towards the source of the voice, where a red-haired man clad in a fur coat stood coldly in the slanting light of the crescent moon. One of his eyes radiated an unapproachable chill, and his entire being exuded an unfathomable, eerie aura.

Ding Shenzhao's tiger-like eyes flashed with lightning, and his hair stood on end like a wild beast instinctively sensing danger. He asked in a deep voice, "Who are you?"

The red-haired man did not answer Ding Shenzhao's question, but only glanced at Jun Tianxie with an extremely cold gaze, and said, "Jun Tianxie?"

From the very beginning, Jun Tianxie had a feeling that the other party was coming for him, but he couldn't remember when he had offended this terrifying figure. He didn't dare to answer immediately, so he could only cautiously ask, "What business does this gentleman have with Jun Tianxie?" The

red-haired man snorted coldly. Just as Jun Tianxie sensed something was wrong, he saw a figure flash, and the other party had already moved to his left side and struck with an elbow.

"So fast?!"

The word "shocked" was insufficient to describe Jun Tianxie's feelings at this moment. The opponent's movement technique was even superior to his proud and unparalleled "Dreamy Illusory Flower" technique. However, the situation was so critical that he did not have time to think. He crossed his hands simultaneously in front of his face, blocking the red-haired man's attack in the narrowest of times.

"Bang!"

The opponent's true energy unexpectedly surged like a tidal wave. Before he could even activate the "Transformation Technique," Jun Tianxie was sent flying by the elbow strike. The tendons and bones in his hands felt like they were broken, and he almost couldn't help but shed tears.

"Tianxie!"

Seeing that even with his best bodyguard by his side, Jun Tianxie was still being pushed to the brink of defeat by the red-haired man, Ding Shenzhao's anger was beyond words. Ignoring his still-recovering strength, he drew his sword with a clang, the chilling sword energy swirling like a whirlwind, relentlessly attacking Jun Tianxie as if the blazing sun were all-encompassing, determined to leave no opening for his opponent to continue his attack.

The red-haired man snorted again, striking out with a single palm. Using some unknown technique, he forcefully pushed Ding Shenzhao's highly concentrated sword energy to both sides as if cutting water with a knife. At the same time, his left foot silently flew up, striking the latter's shoulder, sending him spitting blood and staggering backward.

The red-haired man gave Jun Tianxie no chance to catch his breath. Having just repelled Ding Shenzhao, he was already relentlessly pursuing him. Before he even arrived, his incredibly fierce energy pressed down on Jun Tianxie like a mountain.

For Jun Tianxie, this was probably the most inexplicable battle he had ever fought since his debut. The battle was so short and brutal that his absolute wisdom was completely useless. Moreover, his opponent was ruthless and determined to take his life. The one-sided situation made it difficult even for Ding Shenzhao to intervene. To survive, he could only rely on his own strength.

That being said, he had never encountered such a "solid" form of true energy as the red-haired man's. Every form of internal energy has its strongest and weakest points; avoiding the weak and attacking the strong is precisely Jun Tianxie's strength in his "evil path of Nirvana." However, the red-haired man's attack was so evenly distributed at every point, like a flat sheet of paper with no place to write on.

This should have been impossible, yet the red-haired man had made it a reality, demonstrating his unparalleled and effortless control over his internal energy.

This man's strength was definitely no less than that of the three giants of the Demonic Sect, but Jun Tianxie racked his brains and couldn't recall ever seeing such a master in the martial world. Where did this guy come from?

These thoughts flashed through his mind like lightning. Although he hadn't yet found a way to defeat his enemy, surrendering and waiting to die was not in Jun Tianxie's nature. In fact, the moment he was repelled, he secretly channeled his Nirvana True Qi to protect himself, neutralizing most of the damage from the opponent's energy. At the same time, he channeled a small amount of the remaining energy into his dantian, saving it for later "analysis and simulation"—of course, this was on the premise that he could survive this battle.

This also shows the absolute confidence in Jun Tianxie's character; no matter how dire the situation, he never considered the possibility of being killed.

Although the enemy's lightning-fast and torrential attacks caught him off guard, forcing him into a passive defensive position, he did not give up on seizing opportunities. There is no perfect martial art in the world; opportunities are fleeting, and only those who can hold out to the end are the true winners.

Jun Tianxie suddenly and inexplicably swayed his body violently, his seemingly chaotic and laughable movements actually allowing him to narrowly evade the red-haired man's attacks each time. Using his "supreme six senses" to perceive and predict the opponent's attack points was a drain on his true energy, but he couldn't afford to be so concerned for survival.

The few moments felt like an eternity. Jun Tianxie's young and handsome face was unusually flushed, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. Despite this, he remained impenetrable, waiting for the calculated "turning point."

A powerful, surging strike was unleashed with a desperate, reckless determination. The swordsman's attack was filled with an unwavering resolve, its power not to be underestimated.

The red-haired man's thin brows furrowed slightly, clearly surprised that Ding Shenzhao could suppress his injuries so quickly after being struck, and that his attacks were becoming even more ferocious.

"For friendship? What a boring thing..."

The red-haired man uttered contemptuous words from his thin lips. He showed no mercy, skillfully intercepting the enemy's horizontal slash that was cutting him down. Then, he unleashed a burst of energy, and Ding Shenzhao felt as if a thousand needles were piercing his internal organs. The excruciating pain made him cough up another mouthful of foul blood, but he still refused to back down. A flash of murderous intent appeared in the red-haired man's crimson eyes. He sneered, "You can't even protect yourself, yet you want to protect others!?"

The extinguishing energy concentrated from the surrounding area to the center, striking Ding Shenzhao's chest like a steel pillar. If hit squarely, there would be no intact bone left in his body.

"You'll have to ask me first before you can kill my brother!"

Jun Tianxie said tearfully, "righteously" saving him. Whether for the sake of immediate survival or future investment returns, Jun Tianxie couldn't let Ding Shenzhao die easily. He forcefully gathered his true energy, and the Nirvana Sword Qi poured down like needles, aiming at the major acupoints on the red-haired man's body. Although the strategy of attacking Wei to rescue Zhao was an old battlefield tactic, the critical situation left him no time to find another way.

"Is that all you've got? Even though your loyal brother was almost killed before my eyes, you're still unwilling to show your true strength?"

The plain words turned into an unparalleled shock, the shock of having one's thoughts read. In this world, apart from Jun Yanhuang and his nominal half-master, Jun Tianxie couldn't think of anyone else who could do this, but the red-haired man was neither of those two.

Jun Tianxie said in a deep voice, "Who exactly are you? Judging from the martial arts you use, you are neither from Buddhism nor Taoism nor the Demonic Sect, yet you possess strength comparable to the five greatest masters of our time. Such a person, yet so unknown, must have been cultivated and hidden for a very important purpose. Why did you come out now? And why are

you targeting me?" The red-haired man didn't react much to Jun Tianxie's sharp questioning, simply saying, "Asking your opponent questions during a battle is something only the one with the upper hand can do. You are not qualified to ask me for an answer."

Along with his icy tone came the red-haired man's incomparably sharp and ruthless attacks. His ghostly movements, combined with his high-speed flashes, meant that once a strike landed, whether it hit or not, he would immediately retreat, like a hawk swooping down on its prey from the sky, waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike. This efficient and intelligent fighting style gave Jun Tianxie a familiar feeling… as if it were the habits of another "self"—Yu Tianxie.

"Damn it! Of all times, that battle maniac has vanished without a trace. This is the kind of scene you love most!"

Suppressing his frustration, Jun Tianxie had to focus all his energy on the battle. His opponent was simply too strong; even if he gave it his all, he might not be able to win. If he were to be distracted at this moment, it would be tantamount to hastening his own demise.

"You want to see my true strength? I'll show you properly! Open your eyes wide and watch how I defeat you!"

A chilling, sinister glint flashed in his eyes, and Jun Tianxie's expression suddenly changed drastically. It was as if he had discarded all superfluous emotions, leaving only pure rationality—the true face of "Evil Star."

"Heavenly Water Evil Palm—Water Under Heaven!"

The palm force swept outwards, like waves and billows. The red-haired man suddenly felt as if hundreds of different kinds of true energy were attacking him from different directions. Some attacked directly, some pulled and squeezed, and some even attacked from the soles of his feet with rotating force. It was like falling into a raging whirlpool, making it difficult to maintain his position.

A strange light flashed in the red-haired man's eyes, and he sneered: "You think you can take me down with this little skill? Don't make me laugh!"

"Break this move of mine, and then you can boast!"

Jun Tianxie's body disappeared into the "palm wave" as it rose. The red-haired man was surrounded by a force field heavily laid out by Nirvana True Energy. In the howling wind, there was an unpredictable killing intent. Under the operation of the "Supreme Six Senses," the opponent was blinded and confused, and could only wait for the opponent to deliver the final blow.

Jun Tianxie was confident that no one in the world could withstand this trump card head-on, though it risked revealing his true strength and consuming an enormous amount of his own energy. He would never use this move unless absolutely necessary, but now it was "unavoidable"!

"Not bad... If you truly are the reincarnation of the Emperor, you should at least possess this level of power..."

The red-haired man muttered to himself, his pupils turning a bloodshot crimson, an intangible yet undeniable aura of dominance emanating from him.

"Since that's the case... I, Rakshasa, will show you my true strength. Use your wounds to memorize how to use the Six Paths Divine Power!"

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