Chapter 57 of the Ten Scenes Satin

This sudden, slow, circular palm strike produced such a clear sound, demonstrating the extraordinary strength of the internal energy within. Lady Shi let out a soft sigh, thinking to herself, "This man's internal strength is indeed profound; he seems more than capable of dealing with Prince Pulao."

Prince Yazi brandished his longsword, shouting, "Such powerful moves should be witnessed by me, Yazi, first!"

He lunged forward, his sword hissing slightly, its sharp edge gleaming with a chilling light. His complex sword techniques sealed off three avenues around Xiang Yang's upper body, ruthless and cunning, displaying a chilling intent.

Xiang Yang slightly bent his right leg, then suddenly straightened it, using the momentum to leap forward and throw himself into the midst of Prince Ya Zi's sword path, shouting, "Let me show you what a palm strike can do!" His right palm drew three small circles, while his left palm thrust out with concentrated force. Where the palm passed, a series of crisp "crackling" sounds rang out, followed by a deep, muffled sound like thunder behind a mountain.

Prince Ya Zi suddenly felt a jolt in his wrist, his longsword as if it had struck an invisible wall of energy, clanging and clattering. Silver light flashed before his eyes as his longsword shattered into several pieces, scattering in all directions. Before he could even feel the shock, the wall of energy from the thunderous palm had already crashed down upon him like a tidal wave. Even if he was a warrior, he couldn't confront it head-on. He flipped into the air, first avoiding its attack. Prince Yazi's internal strength was also considerable. Although he was momentarily breathless, he quickly regained his composure, performing two backward somersaults before landing on the ground. His left palm spread its five fingers, while his right palm retreated into a grasping motion, preparing for another attack.

Xiang Yang, however, did not pursue. Instead, he channeled his true energy into his right foot, his body suddenly sinking several feet. With a loud shout, his palm strike suddenly shifted downwards, aiming directly at Prince Pulao's upper body, its force like a thunderbolt, unstoppable. Prince Pulao, unwilling to lose face, raised the bronze bell high and slammed it three times with his left palm. The sound of the bell reverberated far and wide, and the three palm strikes merged into a single, immense force, erupting from the bell's mouth towards the sky to meet Xiang Yang's attack.

Xiang Yang countered with a powerful strike, showing no mercy. With a deafening roar, the clash of their powers instantly revealed the difference in their strength.

A deafening roar echoed in everyone's ears as the powerful force of the thunderous palm struck down. From the second strike onward, Prince Pulao's palm power crumbled completely. The "Kui Dragon Force," like a thunderclap, crashed into the mouth of the bronze bell facing upwards, creating a deafening roar that reverberated through the mountains and valleys.

Prince Pulao had never expected Xiang Yang's internal energy to be so formidable. This time, the force entered through the bell's mouth and, unable to dissipate, first reached his right hand, which was gripping the bell ring. Instantly, his blood surged violently, as if struck by lightning, a sensation far more terrifying than being burned or cut by knives.

In his shock, one arm went numb. The power of the thunder and lightning coursed through his body, and he could no longer hold onto the bronze bell. His fingers loosened, releasing the bell ring, and the bronze bell, crushed by the thunderous palm, fell towards Prince Pulao's skull.

This bronze bell weighed several tens of kilograms, and under the pressure of the thunderous palm, it felt like a thousand kilograms. No matter how hard Prince Pulao's head was, his skull would be shattered, and his death would be gruesome.

Suddenly, a figure flashed in, calling out, "Third Brother!" With a palm strike, he sent Prince Pulao flying several feet. The force of the palm had barely reached the ground when the bronze bell crashed to the floor with a loud thud, scattering mud and sand, leaving a dent in the earth more than a foot deep. He had truly been on the brink of death. The attacker, with a fierce expression, was none other than Prince Suanni.

Prince Pulao, having escaped danger, couldn't help but exclaim, "That was close!" He had been struck by the incomparably powerful Kui Dragon Force, almost completely draining his strength. He stumbled and collapsed, trying to get up, but his will was not enough; a surge of qi rose from his dantian, and he spat out several mouthfuls of blood.

Prince Suanni quickly rushed forward to support him. Xiang Yang spun in mid-air, landing steadily, and looked around. The members of the Divine Camel Gang still wore expressions of shock, unconsciously tightening their reins. Even Lady Shi, witnessing such power, was secretly filled with admiration.

Prince Suanni turned to look at Xiang Yang and said, "Brother Xiang's martial arts are profound and admirable. I've come to learn a few moves from him."

He then leaned Prince Pulao against the bronze bell, stood up, and slowly walked towards Xiang Yang. Seeing that he showed no fear, Xiang Yang secretly praised him, "This Prince Suanni has a composed demeanor; he doesn't seem as easy to deal with as Prince Pulao." He didn't delay, focusing his energy and gathering the true power of the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique in his palm, waiting for Prince Suanni to

make his move. Suddenly, Lady Shi stepped forward and said, "Brother Xiang, the situation in the manor is critical. I hope you can finish this quickly." This reminded Xiang Yang, who thought, "Indeed, Lady Shi is the head of the Heroine Manor, yet she is so injured and chased here by these guys. The battle situation in the Heroine Manor is likely even more perilous. I can't afford to drag this out for too long." Thinking this, he immediately launched his attack, striking out with a Thunder Palm.

Prince Suanni abruptly stopped, clasped his hands together, and chanted in a deep voice, "Kathi Kathi, Parakathi, Parasamkathi, Bodhi Svaha!" Then, he thrust his palms forward rapidly, his eyes gleaming, and shouted, "Namo Amitabha!"

Xiang Yang suddenly felt a powerful force approaching, and his own Thunder Palm, which was strong, was immediately rendered powerless, as if trapped in a quagmire. He was secretly surprised: "What kind of skill is this?" Before he could think further, he added another strike with his left palm, and with both palms combined, it was truly a thunderous force. Prince Suanni exhaled slightly, turned his body aside, and pushed the force of his palm to the side, easily avoiding the attack of the Thunder Palm. With a spin, he swung his palm back and struck at Xiang Yang's chest.

The power of the Thunder Palm was deflected. Although Xiang Yang was surprised, he was not afraid at all. He flipped his palm to block the attack and then returned the blow.

The Suanni Prince, his arms brimming with profound inner strength, exchanged blows with Xiang Yang, neither gaining the upper hand.

Fists and palms clashed, their four arms locked in combat, gradually creating a protective aura that forced the grass within a foot of them to bend.

Seeing the fierce battle, the Yazi Prince couldn't stand idly by. He shouted, "Xiang, be careful!"

A wave-like sound emanated from his palm, its force unpredictable—this was the Dragon Palace Sect's "Blue Wave Divine Palm." Xiang Yang, seeing the profound mystery of his palm technique, no less powerful than swordsmanship, thought, "These two are far more formidable than Pulao; I must be careful." He unleashed his Nine Thunder Palms, fighting two opponents simultaneously, yet remaining adept at both offense and defense.

The Suanni Prince's martial art was a Buddhist style taught by a strange monk, called "Mahayana Zen Palm," a profound and subtle art, gentle yet powerful, truly a unique skill. Knowing that Prince Suanni differed from the other eight princes of the Dragon Palace in personality and possessed a deep understanding of Zen, the monk, by chance, taught him this palm technique. Prince Suanni practiced for many years, and although he hadn't fully grasped its essence, his martial arts had improved rapidly, surpassing even the seventh prince, Yazi, and ranking first among the nine dragon princes. Within the Dragon Palace sect, he was second only to the sect leader, Ao Sihai, demonstrating formidable skill.

Since mastering his art, he no longer robbed merchants with the sect's disciples, devoting himself to self-study and striving for further improvement.

One day, he encountered the exceptionally skilled Xiang Yang. Upon exchanging blows, they unleashed the profound secrets of the "Mahayana Zen Palm," each employing their ultimate techniques, resulting in a stalemate. Xiang Yang, caught up in the excitement of the fight, let out a roar to the sky, and his palms suddenly struck with incredible speed and power, a truly thunderous display of force, each strike more powerful than the last, the thunderous force seemingly endless. Ya Zi and Suanni, knowing the danger, each exerted all their strength to parry. The Suanni prince used the gentle force of the Mahayana Zen Palm to defend, while the Ya Zi prince used the "Fish and Dragon Leap" technique, unleashing a series of hidden strikes to meet the thunderous palms head-on.

A series of explosive sounds rang out, the sound of palms clashing incessant, each like thunder and lightning, breathtaking and awe-inspiring.

The Suanni prince managed to hold his ground, but the Ya Zi prince, despite his best efforts, was increasingly exhausted. Under the relentless onslaught of the thunderous palms, he was unable to escape and could only grit his teeth and endure.

Xiang Yang's inner energy surged, unleashing a continuous barrage of Nine Thunder Palms attacks on the two opponents. Seeing his opponent utterly powerless to retaliate, Prince Ya Zi, sweating profusely and on the verge of defeat, thought to himself, "Within thirty palms, you, Ya Zi, will undoubtedly be defeated." Sure enough, after ten palms, Ya Zi was visibly exhausted, only sustained by his fierce fighting spirit.

Seeing this, the members of the Divine Camel Gang exchanged glances, then suddenly shouted, charging forward on their camels, each drawing their curved swords, and attacking Xiang Yang. Stone Lady yelled, "Back off!" Suddenly, a flying stone shot out from her hand, clanging and shattering the curved swords in everyone's hands. The members of the Divine Camel Gang looked at each other in horror and hastily retreated.

Knowing victory was impossible, Prince Suanni thought to himself, "Even if I can't capture Lady Shi today, I must at least save my life and plan for the future." He steeled his resolve, concentrated his inner strength, and shouted, "Seventh Brother, retreat quickly!" He gathered power in his palms and pressed them against Xiang Yang's, applying a sticky force to slow Xiang Yang's attack, thus turning the situation into a contest of inner strength.

Prince Yazi was already exhausted. Xiang Yang's palm strikes were intercepted by Prince Suanni, and he felt a sense of relief, but his inner energy waned, causing his vision to blur and nearly faint. He managed to leap away. Seeing Yazi escape danger, Prince Suanni immediately gathered all his power in his palms and shouted, "May Buddha have mercy!" His inner strength erupted, powerful yet flexible, as fierce as the Nine Thunder Palm, yet it was also repelled. Xiang Yang's arms jerked, realizing the immense power of the palm strike. He couldn't force it, so he took a step back and quickly deflected the attack to the left and right, dispersing the force and neutralizing it. Taking advantage of

the opportunity, Prince Suanni leaped away, grabbing Prince Pulao by the collar and helping him onto his horse. He and Prince Yazi then quickly mounted their horses, shouting, "Xiang Yang, I concede defeat today. Let's fight again another day!"

Xiang Yang was currently focusing his energy to neutralize the power of the Mahayana Zen Palm and couldn't pursue them immediately. He didn't care and said loudly, "I'm ready anytime!"

The Third Prince of the Dragon Palace and the members of the Divine Camel Gang galloped away without stopping. After catching his breath and calming his blood, Xiang Yang glanced at Madam Shi and, seeing her expressionless face, said, "Miss Shi, we couldn't stop them earlier, but I'll deal with them once we get to your manor. Don't worry." Madam Shi tucked a small stone into her bosom and said, "Brother Xiang's kindness is deeply appreciated by everyone at Jin Guo Manor. How could we possibly ask for anything more?"

Seeing that her leg wounds were still bleeding, Xiang Yang immediately said, "Miss Shi, please bandage your wounds first, and we'll hurry to your manor." He then began to tear off a sleeve from his robe. Madam Shi, however, had already torn strips of cloth from her sleeve, then tore open her trouser leg, revealing bloodstains on her fair legs—the injuries were indeed quite severe.

Seeing her so unabashedly exposing her skin in front of him, Xiang Yang paused, feeling somewhat awkward, and immediately turned away. Madam Shi, seemingly unaffected, finished bandaging herself, stood up, and said, "Let's go!"

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