Before his palm even reached its target, the force of the seal Li Weiyi had condensed in front of his palm had already compressed the air, pressing down with immense pressure.
"Boom!"
Lu Shen's perception and combat experience were extraordinary. Even in the darkness, his swift tiger claw strike accurately collided with Li Weiyi's palm. The terrifying force from the opponent surged once again.
Lu Shen felt as though his tiger claw and arm no longer belonged to him, losing all sensation. In the next moment, a heavy palm strike landed squarely on his chest.
"Pfft!"
Lu Shen's three-meter-tall tiger-like body was sent flying backward. Before he could even land and steady himself, Li Weiyi, stepping on a silver mist of magical energy, chased after him. With a finger like a sword, he pierced through Lu Shen's forehead, shattering his skull.
This was the "Compassionate Light Opening" from the Chan Sect's Twelve Loose Hands, a finger technique. As Li Weiyi executed this move, he faintly felt that the magical energy in his right index and middle fingers was about to intertwine and condense into a strand of energy, ready to shoot out.
However, due to a lack of follow-through, the energy failed to fully form. He secretly speculated that once he opened the seventh or eighth spring, and his internal magical energy became more abundant, this technique might undergo some miraculous changes. The sixth spring, extending from the Danzhong point, now had six additional meridian traces.
Li Weiyi listened to the sound of the wind, turned around, and struck out with both palms toward two seven-spring martial artists who were charging at him with swords. Behind him, with a loud "boom," Lu Shen fell to the ground more than ten meters away, blood and brain matter gushing from his forehead. He would never rise again.
"Boom! Boom!"
The swords in the hands of the two seven-spring martial artists were shattered. In a flash, Li Weiyi's hands were already gripping the head of one of them, and the sound of a neck snapping followed. The corpse was thrown toward the other seven-spring martial artist, who was now holding only a broken sword.
The seven-spring martial artist caught the body of his companion, who was still gushing blood from his mouth. Perhaps it was his first time participating in such a brutal slaughter, as he let out a scream. Then, clutching the body, he fled toward the shore, his voice trembling with sobs.
From the sound of his voice and his figure, it seemed to be a young woman. These two were likely disciples of a sect! Li Weiyi had no intention of chasing them down.
He was well aware that the situation tonight was highly unusual. The city defense camp was hiding and not showing itself, which was not something the Longlin Gang or Yang Yun could have orchestrated. Therefore, after breaking through the encirclement, he did not linger in battle and headed straight for Yang Yun.
He needed to retrieve the Yellow Dragon Sword and leave immediately. Other magical artifacts could be abandoned, but not the Yellow Dragon Sword. Yang Yun, seeing Li Weiyi's intent, smiled lightly.
With the agility of a swallow, he swiftly moved toward a silver-horned elk carriage by the shore, saying, "If you want the sword, catch me and it's yours. Hold him off for ten breaths, and tomorrow you can collect a hundred thousand silver coins from the Yang family."
His second sentence was directed at Murong Xiao, who was perched atop a mast.
"What a profitable deal."
Murong Xiao spread her black wings and, holding a three-meter-long bow, swooped down toward Li Weiyi, who was chasing Yang Yun across the fishing boats.
"Do you have the strength to hold me off for ten breaths?"
Li Weiyi coldly glanced at the approaching shadow. He activated the Clear Void Cicada Step, his feet stepping on a silver mist of magical energy. His body shifted three feet to the right before soaring into the air, appearing above Murong Xiao.
Murong Xiao, who had been high in the sky and too far away, had never been able to see how Li Weiyi continuously dodged her arrows. This time, the distance was close enough for her to finally see. His movements were too bizarre and elusive.
She could see them, but she couldn't avoid them. Li Weiyi struck down with a palm, and Murong Xiao, using all her strength, barely managed to twist her body in time to meet the strike.
"Boom!"
The powerful palm force sent Murong Xiao plummeting down, her body crashing through a wooden boat. Inside the cabin, the sound of pots, pans, and other debris falling to the ground echoed. In the end, Murong Xiao's high ranking in the Seven Springs Hall was due to her unique flying advantage and her magical bow.
Without these two advantages, her combat strength was slightly inferior to that of Yao Zhengsheng and Lu Shen. Yang Yun reached the shore and leaped onto the silver-horned elk carriage.
He waved at Li Weiyi, who was still more than thirty meters away, and said with a smile, "If you want to retrieve this magical sword, why not follow me back to Nine Li City?"
"Snap!"
He flicked the reins. The silver-horned elk, feeling the pain, galloped forward at full speed. These exotic beasts could directly absorb the energy of heaven and earth, integrating it into their blood, continuously evolving and refining their bodies.
"Do you think it's that easy to leave?"
Li Weiyi mobilized his magical energy, transforming it into a gaseous form. Earlier, Yang Yun had thrown a three-inch dagger that had cut Li Weiyi's neck, pierced through a seven or eight-meter-long wooden boat, and embedded itself into a thick mast. Now, the dagger was pulled back to Li Weiyi's hand by the magical energy.
In an instant, the flying needle technique he had practiced since childhood was unleashed. With a "swish," the three-inch dagger flew like a bright point of light, cutting through the water and the night. Twenty meters away, the silver-horned elk let out a high-pitched cry as its head was pierced.
The gilded carriage behind it tumbled off the embankment, rolling and crashing down. ...
"How is this possible?"
Yang Qingxi's beautiful eyes stared at the shore. She could never have imagined that the seemingly insignificant young man, who looked like a servant at first glance, had actually sent three top hundred warriors flying. Even with the help of magical artifacts, such combat strength was still remarkable.
The key point was, how could a Spring Surge Realm martial artist, who was neither a Pure Immortal Body nor from a prestigious background, possess several magical artifacts? Even someone as noble as Li Ling or Yang Yun didn't have that many. There were too many inconsistencies, which was why Yang Qingxi was so shocked.
Although Li Weiyi's performance was stunning, everyone present had been extraordinary in their youth. It was just a brief moment of brilliance, and they quickly returned to the matter at hand. The Great Zen Master Yu Zhen laughed and said, "Miss Yang, is this little incident enough to shock you?
What we are about to do is earth-shattering, world-changing. I am seriously doubting whether you have the ability to represent the Sui Sect."
"Being shocked isn't scary; what's scary is losing control... ah..."
A mischievous, childish voice chimed in at an inappropriate moment. Shi Jiuzhai immediately slapped the little fatty who had spoken out of turn and was greedily stuffing his face, smashing his face into the plate. He gave an awkward smile to the furious Yang Qingxi.
Was this something that could be said in public? Yang Qingxi quickly regained her composure, not wanting to lose her dignity in front of these evil and twisted individuals and be looked down upon. She said, "Tell me, what is the identity of the person you brought?
How credible are his words?" The Great Zen Master Yu Zhen, never one to mince words, smiled and said, "Elder Li is one of the top ten most powerful figures in the Nine Li Tribe. How dare you, a junior, question him?"
Yang Qingxi, Shi Jiuzhai, and even the man with the surname Long all showed expressions of shock as they turned to look at the mysterious old man wrapped in a large black robe.
The Great Zen Master Yu Zhen said, "If Coffin Mountain can pull Elder Li into this, do you think we have the qualifications to discuss this grand plan together?" Being in the top ten of the Nine Li Tribe meant he was either one of the nine great clan leaders or one of the nine great priests.
This was no small matter! Shi Jiuzhai clapped his hands in admiration, laughing, "Coffin Mountain is truly ambitious. I never expected they could infiltrate the upper echelons of the Nine Li Tribe."
The mysterious old man in the black robe spoke calmly, "I am aware that the Nine Li Tribe has long been rotten to the core and will not survive this calamity.
Rather than being annihilated by you all and ending up with the men as slaves and the women as prostitutes, it is better to adopt a strategy to save the tribe through indirect means. After this calamity, at least the Nine Li Tribe will not be completely wiped out.
This way, I can face our ancestors above and our descendants below." Shi Jiuzhai didn't know if the old man truly believed this or if he had been forced into submission by Coffin Mountain. Either way, it didn't matter.
He silently admired the old man's resolve. Yang Qingxi and the man with the surname Long felt the same. They didn't find the old man laughable; they found Coffin Mountain terrifying.
The mysterious old man in the black robe said, "As for how much strength the Nine Li Hidden Sect still possesses, I am not entirely sure. But I believe that launching an attack without understanding this would result in a cost that none of you could bear."
"Do you have a way to find the Nine Li Hidden Sect and determine their strength?"
Yang Qingxi asked. The mysterious old man replied, "Every year, the nine great tribes select one or several youths to send to the Nine Li Hidden Sect. The time for this year's selection is approaching.
If you trust me, delay your attack plans. Once we have a clear understanding of the Hidden Sect, wouldn't it be more certain?" Yang Qingxi and Shi Jiuzhai were skeptical of the old man's words, wondering if this was a delaying tactic by the Nine Li Tribe.
They turned their gazes to the Great Zen Master Yu Zhen. The Great Zen Master Yu Zhen was also unsure of the old man's credibility and looked toward the white-robed scholar. The white-robed scholar's appearance had changed slightly since yesterday when she was eating noodles, but the string of blood-red prayer beads in her hand remained the same.
Her gaze was fixed on the battle by the shore, and she said leisurely, "Elder Li, bring out the person you plan to send to the Nine Li Hidden Sect and let everyone take a look."
"Li Qing!"
The mysterious old man called out in a low voice. From behind him, a tall, thin youth of about seventeen or eighteen stepped forward. Dressed in black martial attire, with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, he showed no sign of nervousness in front of these powerful figures.
The mysterious old man said, "Li Qing has already opened nine springs within his body. Sending him to the Nine Li Hidden Sect gives him a great chance to become the Hidden Person of this generation. Naturally, uncovering the secrets of the Hidden Sect would be no problem."
"Opened nine springs? Really?"
Shi Jiuzhai was both curious and amazed. A nine-spring martial artist could be called a supreme being, extremely rare. No matter how strong one's cultivation was, such a person would be highly regarded.
At this moment, the battle by the shore took another turn. The mysterious youth who had been surrounded had broken through the encirclement and even shot down Yang Yun's mount, his ferocity overwhelming. The powerful figures on the ship were all drawn to the battlefield, momentarily forgetting their discussions.
The leader of the Longlin Gang, Xu Changlin, and the deputy leader, Tang Yan, arrived at the entrance of the main hall and requested, "Miss, the situation has changed. Young Master Yun is in danger. Xu Changlin requests to join the battle!"
"Tang Yan will surely kill that junior."
Yang Qingxi's face was flushed with embarrassment. What she had thought would be an interesting show, demonstrating the Sui Sect's fearless influence in Nine Li City, had backfired. She had lost face in front of all these factions.
She was about to send these two Five Seas Realm experts to clean up the mess. The white-robed scholar's calm voice sounded from outside the door, "Such a good show would lose all its charm if Five Seas Realm experts got involved!" She saw more clearly than anyone else.
The young man who had treated her to noodles had not opened the eighth or ninth spring, but the sixth spring at the Danzhong point. This was somewhat beyond her understanding! ...
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