Chapter 29 Demolishing the Temple

In an instant, the Mountain God Temple transformed into a slaughterhouse!

The killing intent that erupted in that fleeting moment caused Li Feibai and the others hiding in the corner to tremble uncontrollably.

"My, my hammers..."

Yuan San let out a painful groan. His pair of hammers, forged from cold iron, had already been completely torn apart amidst the crisscrossing sword beams!

Heaven knows how long he had saved up for these hammers, but they were now utterly destroyed.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...

The air currents surged and exploded.

The invisible air currents were pierced by tangible flying swords.

An Qisheng's eyes rippled slightly as he commented blandly:

"Flying sword techniques? All flash and no substance!"

Boom!

Around him, the invisible air currents suddenly shattered.

Within a radius of three feet, all material systems were repelled by an immeasurable and majestic force. Only the flying sword hummed and trembled, its speed undiminished as it stabbed straight for his brow.

Whoosh!

As the force surged, An Qisheng's spear thrust out horizontally, meeting Feng Zhenzong's Horizontal and Vertical Seventeen Swords.

His other hand, which had been hanging by his side, suddenly rose to his brow. In the nick of time, it shot out, his fingers plucking at the air, creating ripples.

As if playing a pipa, he plucked continuously in the void.

Buzz~

Substantial air currents danced like ropes at An Qisheng's fingertips. After achieving the Baodan realm, his power flowed through his entire body. His fingertips and even his hair could be lethal weapons. A casual flick of his finger was enough to kill an elephant on the spot.

And now, it was far more than just a flick of the finger.

Clang~

A crisp metallic sound rang out from amidst the violent whistling air currents.

Upon closer listening, one could discern that it was not just the sound of a single finger flick, but rather the sound of dozens, even hundreds, of collisions occurring in that single instant!

Bang!

Amidst the surging *gang* energy, the flying sword was sent flying backward, repelled from the area three feet in front of him, humming and trembling mournfully.

Dong Tianyou, outside the Mountain God Temple, paled and staggered back three steps as if struck by a heavy blow, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

His technique was not truly flying swordsmanship. Rather, it was the result of nurturing his longsword with true qi for many years, allowing him to control it as easily as his own arm.

In the past, he had mostly used the flying sword technique when others were holding the enemy back, relying on its speed and swiftness to launch sneak attacks that were invariably successful. This was the first time it had been deflected by bare hands!

Rumble!

As the flying sword was sent flying, before An Qisheng could follow up with another strike to shatter it completely, an overwhelming palm force, like a raging river, came crashing down.

The incomparably powerful palm force howled, pushing even Tie Shan, who was several *zhang* behind An Qisheng, to feel breathless. The force of the wind buffeted his face, causing it to contort slightly!

With the force of the wind buffeting his face and his white hair flying like flames, An Qisheng's expression remained unchanged. The spear, still extended horizontally, did not move.

Only his left hand, which had just deflected the flying sword, flicked slightly in the void, its palm transforming before pushing forward horizontally.

By now, An Qisheng, having honed his martial arts in both worlds, had reached a level of profound simplicity in his boxing and palm techniques.

Whether it was the internal martial arts of his previous life, such as Tai Chi, Bagua, and Xingyi, the Ancient Gate Mind Intent Fist on Xuanxing, the Figurative Fist, the Dragon-Elephant Combined Strike, and other military martial arts, or the various boxing techniques and routines from the Jiu Fu Realm, he could now wield them at will.

Amidst all the changes and transformations, it was still the same move: 'South Heaven Gate'!

Rumble!

The sevenfold palm force paused for an instant.

Yun Tang's expression instantly changed.

His terrifying palm force, amplified sevenfold, which was enough to shatter a city wall into dust, felt as if it had crashed into a towering divine mountain, unable to advance an inch!

Rumble!

The earth shook and the mountains trembled!

Dust billowed into the sky as everything in the Mountain God Temple shattered under the impact of this collision!

Whirr~

In an instant, the main beam of the Mountain God Temple snapped, the roof shattered, and the surrounding walls collapsed and crumbled along with the ground.

Then, they were scattered into the boundless night sky by the rampaging qi waves and *gang* winds.

Yun Tang's surging palm force, amplified sevenfold, had already exploded under the pure and ultimate power!

And that hand, which now seemed infinitely terrifying in his eyes, mixed with the scattered and exploding terrifying palm force, came slowly towards him!

Although it was said to be slow, in reality, this palm was swift beyond compare!

What made Yun Tang change color even more was that the airflow that An Qisheng had pushed out with his palm earlier now suddenly reversed, forming an incomparably terrifying binding force, forcibly pulling his rapidly approaching body.

Towards that terrifying hand!

"So strong? So strong!!!"

Yun Tang's face twitched wildly as he finally felt the crisis of death.

This palm, whether in terms of momentum, power, technique, or will, had all reached a perfect and seamless fusion, a peak that he could not surpass at this moment!

Terrifying!

Terrifying!

Endless terror arose in his heart.

Yun Tang, his palm strike failing, roared in anger. His true qi burst out from his body, and under the line of life and death, he finally went completely berserk!

He stepped down, using the broken and collapsing earth as leverage. As his surging true qi gushed out, his speed became even more violent!

Not retreating, but advancing!

His palms rose horizontally in front of him, forming thousands of changes, ultimately transforming into his signature move.

Using the Surging Wave Palm to influence the unshakeable Nantianmen that was like a mountain moving horizontally.

Under the immense pressure of the line of life and death, all of Yun Tang's spirit was condensed on this one palm. In a trance, his mind soared, feeling an unprecedented sense of ease and control.

"Is this... a breakthrough in my palm technique?"

A hint of joy could not help but arise in Yun Tang's heart.

But the next moment, his eyes widened as he felt an unparalleled terrifying power!

It was a pure physical strength that did not contain the slightest internal force or true qi!

An incomparably pure, and also incomparably terrifying power!

"No!"

Yun Tang's heart trembled wildly, and the corners of his eyes cracked, sending blood arrows flying into the *gang* winds and air currents.

At this moment, time seemed to slow to its limit.

Yun Tang saw with utmost clarity that the Surging Wave Palm force he had unleashed with both hands had already disintegrated an inch before that palm, as if an awl had been hammered into a large stone.

It was as if heavy waves were being blocked by a stone pier.

His palm force, his hands, were all shattered under that pure and ultimate power.

Flesh and bone turned to mud!

At the moment of contact, Yun Tang could no longer feel the existence of his hands.

Then, he watched helplessly as that palm crossed the void, striking heavily on his forehead with an irresistible and domineering posture.

"Your palm technique is not bad, but unfortunately, your power is dispersed and lacks focus!"

In the final moment, Yun Tang heard a bland comment.

Not bad?

Yun Tang wanted to laugh miserably, but he could no longer feel his own face.

Because his head was already gone.

"Yun Tang!!!"

Feng Zhenzong, who was stabbing forward with his sword, roared out, his eyes tearing apart.

He was the closest and saw the clearest.

Under that palm strike, Yun Tang's large head had already shattered like a watermelon.

Red and white splattered everywhere!

But the sound he made only echoed in his own ears, because at the moment the spear thrust forward, all air, all air currents were shattered, and the only medium through which his voice could transmit was his own bones!

Clang clang clang~~~

Under the shock and anger, Feng Zhenzong's longsword roared like a dragon, and the boundless sword qi suddenly converged, combining the horizontal and vertical swords into one.

As Yun Tang's corpse was blown away by the surging air currents, he unleashed a desperate blow!

"I don't believe it!"

At the same time, Dong Tianyou, not far away, spat out a mouthful of blood. His body twitched several times in the night, and true qi weaved through his body like a spiritual snake.

Then, it went straight to his fingertips.

Swish swish swish~

Dong Tianyou released another sword finger, controlling the longsword to unleash a desperate blow!

In the next instant, the dragon-like spear arrived.

All his shock, killing intent, and unwillingness became ridiculously laughable pieces of paper under this spear, pierced through, revealing the truth within him:

Fear!

Terror!

Despair!

Finally, he felt all the feelings that Yun Tang had experienced before his death.

Under that dragon-like spear, his horizontal and vertical sword qi shattered and collapsed!

The longsword that had gathered all his life's learning, under a flick of the spear, when it rose high, the cracks visible to the naked eye had already spread across the smooth, mirror-like sword blade!

Boom!

It was as if thunder roared in his sea of consciousness.

In one exchange, Feng Zhenzong was sent flying into the air. As the blood he spat out spread like mist,

Only then did the others present hear the layers upon layers of bone cracking sounds, like a string of firecrackers, amidst the rampaging and exploding *gang* winds and air currents!

Thump!

Feng Zhenzong flew out ten *zhang* like a scarecrow, heavily smashing several large rocks in the mountains before stopping amidst the dust.

"Pfft!"

Almost simultaneously, Dong Tianyou was struck by lightning, spitting out another mouthful of blood, his eyes blood red.

He staggered, almost kneeling on the ground.

In just an instant, the three great experts had collectively fallen.

At the end of the ruins of the Mountain God Temple, Li Feibai and the others were dumbfounded, trembling with fear. Each of them was as if they had just taken a bath, their clothes soaked with cold sweat.

Such a terrifying figure.

They had actually wanted to kill him?

Li Feibai's legs were weak. He wanted to take the opportunity to escape, but he felt an immense fear covering him.

Letting him know that as long as he made any unusual movement, he would surely die.

And the only one who felt joy in his heart was Changsun Huai.

He could not speak, he could not move, but his eyes revealed great delight.

These three, Li Feibai, had offended such a master. Even if he were to die now, he could die in peace!

Whoosh whoosh whoosh~~~

A gentle breeze came slowly in the night, smoothing the boiling *gang* winds and air currents, blowing away the dust and mist in the sky.

In the soft red light cast by the high-hanging red moon, in the center of what was originally the Mountain God Temple, now a ruin, An Qisheng, dressed in a Taoist robe, sat cross-legged, looking calm and composed.

The ten-foot-long spear lay across his lap. Between the index and middle fingers of his slightly raised left palm, a longsword was still trembling, moaning, emitting a buzzing sound that seemed unwilling and fearful.

"One horizontal and one vertical are Horizontal and Vertical, one opening and one closing are Horizontal and Vertical. Space-time is the anchor, Horizontal and Vertical are the scales. At best, your swordsmanship can be considered horizontal and vertical, how can it be called Horizontal and Vertical?"

With a slight shake of his two fingers, breaking the trembling flying sword, An Qisheng looked at Dong Tianyou, who was spitting blood, and said indifferently:

"Are you three satisfied with this guidance?"