Chapter 212 of Ten Scenes Satin

The man arrived silently, and Xiang Yang couldn't help but be on guard, thinking, "This is another expert." Turning around, he saw another old monk, his beard a dark gray, unkempt like an old broom, looking even older than Ying Xian. His eyes revealed a worldly wisdom, yet there was a sharp edge in his pupils.

The old monk coughed and said, "Our temple has set up this inner hall trap. For decades, anyone who has mistakenly entered has been helplessly killed. Today, however, you've only injured one of your hands, Benefactor Xiang. I admire you!" Xiang Yang chuckled coldly and said, "Even with this hand injured, it's still usable." He slightly bent the five fingers of his left hand, secretly channeling his Nine Revolutions Mystic Technique, preparing to unleash his power.

The old monk laughed loudly, looking up at the sky, and said, "Although you have defeated my senior brother Yingxian, I wonder how much strength you have left? Today, I will not allow you to leave Maiye Temple!" His monk's robe trembled slightly, and his right hand flicked out a sword shape. It was a pear-yellow wooden sword, engraved with the two characters "Ying Neng," which was the old monk's Dharma name. Although it was a wooden sword, Xiang Yang dared not be careless. He thought to himself, "If this old monk's skill is equal to that of Yingxian, even a wooden sword can kill. I wonder how many other masters are in this temple? It would be best to finish this quickly!"

In the blink of an eye, Xiang Yang had already gathered the power of "Heavenly Thunder Without Delusion." At the same time, the old monk Ying Neng raised his wooden sword. The sword hummed and drew circles, overlapping and overlapping, transforming into countless hazy yellow circles, rippling with layers of strange light.

Xiang Yang was slightly taken aback, unable to grasp the essence of this sword technique for a moment. He thought to himself, "Let's test it out."

He pushed out his right palm, the powerful force of "Thunder Chariot Rushing Along the Tracks" striking the center of the sword strike. But Ying Neng twirled the wooden sword, spinning it several times. The series of pale yellow halos merged into one like bubbles, or like a deep pool with ripples. The power of the thunder palm vanished without a trace, disappearing into who-knows-where.

This situation was extremely strange. Xiang Yang didn't feel his force being neutralized, nor did he experience any resistance, yet the palm force he had unleashed had vanished without a trace. He was startled and immediately struck out with his left palm. Ying Neng still feinted with his sword, overlapping sword shadows to meet the palm strike. Xiang Yang's palm force had once again disappeared without him noticing.

This time, Xiang Yang focused intently and immediately noticed the anomaly: "This swordsmanship is incredibly strange! Both of my palm strikes were neutralized by him... No, the force of his sword didn't interact with my palm strikes, yet it seemed like my palm strikes... They disappeared too quickly!"

His two palm strikes were ineffective, and Xiang Yang was greatly surprised. He pondered for a long time, still deeply preparing for his third palm strike, not making any rash moves.

Ying Neng seemed to understand his doubts, holding his sword and laughing: "Benefactor Xiang, there's no need to worry. This old monk's 'Shaoguang Sword Technique' defies common sense. Even with your 'Heavenly Thunder Without Error' skill, you can't possibly break it." Xiang Yang raised an eyebrow and said: "Not necessarily!"

Before he finished speaking, Xiang Yang changed his stance, spun around, and in an instant, palm shadows flew, countless thunderous palm winds swirling and slashing out, launching a rapid and continuous attack with the swift palm force of "Wind and Thunder Surrounding the Stone Altar." This move was extremely powerful, each palm strike imbued with unfathomable Kui Dragon Force, and the force came in layers upon layers, one after another. If it landed solidly, even an indestructible body would be ground to dust.

However, Ying Neng remained calm and composed, slowly and deliberately circling his wooden sword. Wherever the tip of the sword circled, the indestructible force of the Thunder Palm vanished into thin air, disappearing in an instant. He used this wooden sword to protect his entire body,

completely dissolving the force of the "Wind and Thunder Surrounding the Stone Altar" palm strike, remaining calm and composed.

After unleashing a series of palm strikes, Xiang Yang leaped back several feet, exhaled heavily, and said in a deep voice, "Good, truly brilliant!"

Ying Neng laughed, "Do you realize it was all in vain?" Xiang Yang said, "I've never seen the intricacies of your swordsmanship before; it's truly wondrous. Within the range of your swordsmanship, all my palm strikes vanished incredibly quickly... But I wonder, if you can dispel intangible palm strikes, what about tangible ones?" Ying Neng smiled without speaking, simply holding his sword in response.

Xiang Yang suddenly shouted, rushing forward in a single stride, his left palm's five fingers pouncing out as if to seize him. Ying Neng smiled coldly, thinking, "The closer you get, the closer you get to death." With a slight twist of his wrist, the "Shaoguang Sword Technique" sword strike, though merely a casual swing of the wooden sword, contained countless variations in speed and movement. The subtle force emanating from the sword easily disrupted the force of Xiang Yang's left-hand grab.

The power of this move should have existed for much longer, but at this moment, the time by which this power existed was skillfully diverted by the sword's wind. The seemingly gentle "Fleeting Time Sword Technique" is actually cruel and merciless, embodying the ever-changing nature of time. Even the supreme power of "Heavenly Thunder Without Error" is rendered meaningless in the fleeting passage of time. The

subtle manipulation of the lifespan of all the "force" within the sword's reach during combat—causing new force to age instantly or allowing old force to continue indefinitely—is the essence of the "Fleeting Time Sword Technique": the lost force, like flowing water, never returns.

Under the overwhelming influence of this sword technique, the power in Xiang Yang's left arm suddenly became empty, instantly becoming a huge weakness. Ying Neng focused his energy on his sword, the wooden blade slashing downwards with delight: "I'll dislocate your arm first!"

But just as the sword reached his arm, it was violently jolted back by a tidal wave of power, causing Ying Neng's chest to tighten and forcing him to stagger back several steps. Xiang Yang's right fist pressed against his left shoulder socket, his left palm's five fingers spread wide. His right fist had struck his left shoulder with "Winter Thunderclap," using the force to re-inject into his left arm. Simultaneously, his left palm feinted "Spring Thunder Unleashed," risking a sword wound to his left arm and the combined power of two thunder palm strikes, all to seize an opening in the "Fleeting Light Sword Technique."

This move was completely unexpected by Ying Neng. Although only shaken by the residual force of "Spring Thunder Unleashed," it still caused his blood to surge, leaving him momentarily unable to catch his breath.

Xiang Yang, having taken a risky move, was overjoyed and immediately shouted, "I'm determined to break your swordsmanship! Take this!" He was

channeling his energy into his left arm to ease the flow of qi, while his right palm struck with overwhelming force, unleashing a devastating barrage. Even a single palm strike, the "Thunderous Drumming Mountains and Rivers" series of blows, still possessed astonishing power. Ying

Neng quickly circled his wooden sword, focused his mind and gathered his qi, and then unleashed the Shaoguang Sword Technique again, completely neutralizing Xiang Yang's palm strikes. However, he was not as composed as before and appeared slightly disheveled. In a single exchange, Xiang Yang had already regulated the blood flow in his left arm. He then swung both arms simultaneously, shouting sharply, "One more move!" He pulled his palm back into a feinting embrace, already gathering the boundless power of "Heavenly Thunder Without Error." Ying Neng could see that he was about to unleash a powerful attack. Ignoring his disordered qi, he immediately took deep breaths to calm his inner energy, preparing to regain his Shaoguang Sword Technique stance.

Just then, a sudden gust of wind arose in the meditation room. Xiang Yang had gathered his strength and was about to deliver a powerful blow to Ying Neng when he suddenly felt a gust of wind. Startled, he thought, "Another attack!" He turned and struck out with his palm. With a "bang," the attacker was forced back a step. It was Ying Xian, his white beard fluttering in the wind.

Xiang Yang glanced at him and said, "Master, you've come to instruct me again?" Ying Xian laughed and said, "Not at all! Fortunately,

my senior brother released my pressure points, otherwise this old monk would have had to sit there for a long time longer."

Although Ying Xian's attack had not injured Xiang Yang, it was enough to give Ying Neng the time to re-establish his flawless "Shaoguang Sword Technique" stance to meet the enemy. Seeing the two old monks had formed a pincer movement, Xiang Yang thought to himself, "One old monk is already troublesome, and now I'm facing two of them... Hmph, I'll make sure you both lose convincingly!"

He immediately stood firm and fearless, shouting, "Very well, then, masters, join forces! I'm happy to oblige.

Would you like to invite your senior brother to join us and offer his guidance?"

Ying Xian chuckled and said, "Excellent, excellent! My senior brother released my pressure points so I could invite you, benefactor, for a chat. Let me tell you frankly, if you can withstand ten moves from my senior brother, dealing with these two old monks would be easy. I'm just afraid you're young and impetuous, and don't know your limits." Xiang Yang sneered, "Master, no need for such trouble. In that case, please lead the way!"

Ying Xian nodded, turned, and left. Ying Neng also sheathed his wooden sword and led the way. Xiang Yang was determined to venture into the lion's den and was not afraid at all. He followed the two monks around the corridor, and after many twists and turns and avoiding countless traps, he finally returned to the main hall.

There was only one figure in the main hall, an elderly man with long hair, not a monk. The two monks, Yingxian and Yingneng, stood respectfully to the old man, clearly his senior brother.

Xiang Yang thought to himself, "Perhaps they simply studied under the same master, not based on seniority within the temple; that makes sense." Upon closer inspection, he noticed a monk's mark on the old man's forehead. Xiang Yang thought again, "It seems he was once a monk but has since returned to secular life. But this…"

The old man before him had disheveled white hair, with a faint yellow tinge, almost like blond hair. Judging from his appearance, he wasn't as old as the two monks, Yingxian and Yingneng, appearing to be around sixty or seventy years old. Beneath the blond hair and monk's mark, there was a clear, bright gaze; though not tall, he and his shadow exuded a majestic aura, as imposing as a mountain and as vast as a river…

Xiang Yang suddenly felt slightly uneasy. In his eyes, this old man was neither monk nor layman, possessing an indescribable air of authority.

Beneath that strange yet unassuming appearance, Xiang Yang could sense an earth-shattering aura, deeply embedded within that seemingly ordinary figure. This aura gradually transformed into an invisible pressure, making it difficult for Xiang Yang to breathe, forcing him to lower his head…

Xiang Yang gritted his teeth, raised his head proudly, concentrated his strength in one foot, and without uttering a word to the old man, his hands were already in the stance of unleashing the “Kui Dragon Force.” The old man spoke first, slowly saying, “Not bad, feeling afraid so early shows you have insight. It’s commendable that a young man like you can recognize the immensity of heaven and earth.”

His voice was deep and not very loud, without any sharp edges, yet its echo was exceptionally profound, reverberating in Xiang Yang’s ears. Xiang Yang remained silent, concentrating his mind to circulate all his internal energy, striving to activate it, truly as if facing a formidable enemy, his one eye fixed on the old man before him. His martial arts intuition told him that his opponent was unfathomable, far surpassing the two monks, Yingxian and Yingneng. He had to fight with his peak skill, yet the outcome remained uncertain.

Seeing his caution, the old man's lips curled into a slight smile. He said, "If you wish to make a move, then go ahead!

Once you get past me, no one here can protect Han Xuqing, and you can capture him yourself."

Xiang Yang asked, "Is Han Xuqing truly here?" The old man replied, "Indeed." Xiang Yang nodded and shouted, "Good! Then, excuse me!"

Knowing the old man's imposing presence, Xiang Yang knew he wouldn't strike first, so he had to seize the advantage of the first move. His first palm strike was delivered smoothly, the power of the Thunder Palm stirring up a fierce wind, instantly whipping up countless cracked bricks and rubble, the palm force whistling through the air. The old man smiled and struck out with his own palm. The two exchanged blows in mid-air, and suddenly there was no sound. The rubble that had been whipped into the air by the thunderous palm strike was scattered in all directions, as if it had struck an invisible high wall. The power of Xiang Yang's palm strike was instantly dissipated.

Xiang Yang took a few steps closer and struck out with his palm again. This "Swift Thunder Moves All Things" was incredibly fast, but the old man casually waved his hand, raising a wave of surging internal energy. Xiang Yang suddenly sensed something was wrong and abruptly stopped, his palm frozen in place. The second move was already over. The old man said calmly, "Xiang Yang, you only used six-tenths of your strength in those two palm strikes. What are you trying to do? Try to lure me into being careless? If you do the same with this third strike... hehe, you're too naive."

Upon hearing this, Xiang Yang's competitive spirit was aroused, and he said, "Don't worry, senior, this strike is guaranteed to be completely different from the previous two!" He launched two attacks in quick succession, closing in on the old man. At this moment, he made a grasping motion with his ten fingers, unleashing "Thunder Startles Heaven and Earth, Dragons and Snakes Awaken" from the "Heavenly Thunder Without Delusion" realm. In an instant, true energy surged forth, and the moment his palm struck, it was like thunder rumbling. The sound was deafening, and even the foundation of the Maiye Temple's pillars and roots shook in response. Its power was far greater than when he faced "Soaring Wind," by more than a factor of two.

A burst of fierce energy struck straight at him. The old man with yellow hair flashed with a sharp light in his eyes and said, "Good, this is the true power of the Heavenly Thunder Without Regret!" He struck out with his right palm, no longer with a light touch or a mere touch. The palm force was like a raging torrent collapsing into the clouds, its majestic momentum like a vast and boundless mountain range. In Xiang Yang's eyes, this palm seemed to have become enormous, as if it could seize everything in the hall in one gulp. Compared to it, the power of the Thunder Palm was like a river compared to the ocean, utterly powerless and rejected by this immeasurable and powerful palm force.

Xiang Yang roared, forcefully channeling his inner energy. The power of "Thunder Startles Heaven and Earth, Dragons and Snakes Croak" entered its second phase. He swung his arm, unleashing a fierce force that seemed poised to overturn the seas and shatter countless bricks in the main hall. Yet the old man remained unmoved, seemingly rooted to the spot, standing unperturbed amidst the thunderous palm's power. A few strands of golden light slowly emanated from the edge of his outstretched palm, gradually forming a solid, crimson-gold palm shadow.

This illusory golden aura suddenly reminded Xiang Yang of a martial art, and he couldn't help but exclaim, "This is... the Imperial Seal Palm!"

The old man nodded calmly and said in a deep voice, "When the Imperial Seal Palm is practiced to its highest level, the palm's power is sublimated, also known as the 'Supreme Emperor's Seal.'" He then slowly withdrew the golden handprint and said, "Xiang Yang, watch."

Xiang Yang's eyes widened, and his vision was filled with golden light, as if a ray of heavenly light had been projected down from the ancient clouds, illuminating the world without flaw or obstruction. Under the dazzling aurora, Xiang Yang roared and unleashed his palm strike, bravely unleashing the full power of "Thunder Startles Heaven and Earth, Dragons and Snakes Croak." However, this wave of internal energy was completely swallowed up by the even greater wave of the "Supreme Emperor Seal." Xiang Yang's body was pushed backward like a drifting catkin, his entire body ablaze with crimson-gold, like a paper figure in flames.

This boundless power struck the ground and lifted Xiang Yang into the air, the surging qi below resembling a vast army, a sea of flags and drums, filled with the clamor of battle... Suddenly, Xiang Yang crashed heavily to the ground, as if falling into that battle formation, instantly feeling as if he were shattered to pieces. With

a deafening bang, the palm force of the "Supreme Emperor Seal" slammed down, the sunlight fading, smoke and waves rising on the ground, and Xiang Yang lay motionless in a pool of blood.

The old man slowly withdrew his hand, looking at his palm. The golden light had dissipated, and it was still just an ordinary fleshy palm. He slowly said, "Could it be that this 'Supreme Emperor Seal' is truly invincible, and no one can withstand it anymore?"

In his self-talk, there was an indescribable sigh of admiration.

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