Chapter 1 He Has Come!

In fact, Yan Changsha didn't even need to speak.

Almost at the instant Yan Changsha raised his brow, dozens of experts from the Beggar Dao Society present changed their expressions, sensing the danger.

Like a raccoon cat being targeted by a ferocious beast, the hairs on their bodies stood on end, raising visible goosebumps.

In that moment, it was as if winter had arrived, with heavy snow falling, and a bone-chilling coldness permeated their bodies and minds.

"Such a great wind and snow..."

Yan Changsha's eyelids twitched.

"This is!"

The old man holding the pipe froze, a hint of shock appearing in his eyes:

"Wind and snow together, the Dragon King descends!"

Of course, this wasn't real wind and snow, but for them, it was no different from the real thing!

It was evident how strong the spiritual cultivation of the person who was coming was.

One had to know, he hadn't even arrived yet, and they were already feeling such pressure and danger.

This was simply unbelievable.

"Even the Leader didn't have this level of cultivation back then!"

A middle-aged black man stood up abruptly, his dark face full of shock.

His height was no less than Porter's, exceeding two meters, and he was even more burly and strong. When he stood up, he looked like a bear who had become a spirit, his arms thicker than other people's thighs.

But at this time, he was also trembling slightly, the goosebumps on his skin resembling broad beans.

Clearly, he had been greatly stimulated.

Among those present, only the white beauty, due to her superficial kung fu, felt nothing at this time. But seeing everyone looking as if they were facing a great enemy, talking about wind and snow, she was a little confused.

Ba City had no scorching summers and no severe winters, with little wind and snow. Moreover, the sun was high in the sky at this time, so where did the wind and snow come from?

"No wonder, no wonder..."

The old man with the pipe's expression changed several times as he muttered to himself.

Mu Longcheng was like a demon god in this world. The person who could kill him was indeed no ordinary person.

"Such a person is rare throughout history. No wonder Porter thinks he is not human..."

Yan Changsha's expression was serious, with a hint of sigh.

His spiritual cultivation was extremely high, stronger than everyone else's perception. In the dark, he seemed to 'see' An Qisheng entering Ba City.

His life force magnetic field seemed to be perfectly integrated with the entire city, without the slightest sense of disharmony.

In Daoism, this is called the unity of man and nature.

A martial artist who has seen the gods can already maintain his own life frequency in harmony with the surrounding environment, and the place where he is located is the feng shui node. However, such a state of mind cannot be maintained at all times. No one can withstand such consumption.

But this person seemed to be able to.

"Leader, we can't wait any longer."

Someone couldn't sit still any longer.

"Wait a little longer."

Yan Changsha took a deep breath and said slowly: "There are no gods in this world. Mu Longcheng isn't, I'm not, and he won't be either! People all have weaknesses, have limits..."

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Ba City has a population of ten million, is an international metropolis, and is the political, economic, technological, cultural, and fashion center of the country. It also has many historical traces, attracting people from all over the world to come and travel, and settle down.

Different customs, cultures, and habits collide, settle, and brew in this city, creating its unique charm.

An Qisheng strolled through it, his mind feeling the humanistic atmosphere that was different from that of the Great Xuan.

Having cultivated his mind to this point, his thoughts and feelings were already different from ordinary people. Ordinary people look at people's facial features, figures, and temperament, but he looks at the vicissitudes of time, the essence.

Just like many tourists on this street are playing, marveling at the charm of Ba City.

But where An Qisheng's gaze fell, he could see the vicissitudes of time, the joy and happiness of this city, and the sadness and pain.

This is cultivation, and also accumulation.

As he strolled through it, people came and went, and traffic flowed continuously. It seemed that the assassins of the Beggar Dao Society had all retreated, knowing that things were impossible.

An Qisheng also seemed not to care at all.

Not long after, he seemed to sense something. His eyes swept across, and finally fell on a thin old man walking in the crowd at the end of the long street, who was not eye-catching at all.

The old man was wearing canvas clothes, and his naturally curly hair was casually tied into long braids. He had a high nose, deep eye sockets, and dark skin.

He walked step by step, carrying a trident symbolizing the god Shiva, chanting desolate and ancient scriptures in his mouth.

And strangely, as he walked and chanted, it did not affect the surrounding pedestrians at all. It seemed that no one noticed him at all.

He looked unremarkable, but was actually in harmony with heaven and earth.

This was a great enlightened one, his aura like a mountain and a sea, and his spiritual cultivation extremely high.

Seeming to sense An Qisheng's gaze, the old man slowly stopped, a gleam of light appearing in his deep-set eye sockets.

He faced An Qisheng, who was at the end of the long street.

"Garuda?"

Although it was a question, An Qisheng's tone was affirmative.

This thin old man was the contemporary saint Garuda from the Three Imprints Kingdom.

This person was once the lowest untouchable of the caste system, and was also the highest achievement in yoga that was unprecedented, the contemporary saint of the Three Imprints Kingdom.

"Perfect essence and blood, flawless and complete, full of vitality, full of energy, but you are not as young as you appear."

Garuda uttered slightly hoarse and deep Great Xuan language, with a faint glimmer in his eyes:

"I see the years in you, I see the ancient times, your soul is like a towering sacred mountain, sacred and majestic, like the sky, vast and unfathomable, is this the realm of Brahman-Atman unity..."

In the Three Imprints teaching, Brahma is the creator, the founder, the supreme god, and all Three Imprints teaching practitioners regard ‘Brahman-Atman unity’ as their lifelong pursuit.

The unity of ‘self’ and ‘Brahman’ is complete liberation, the supreme realm.

"It's rare that yoga has been cultivated to your level."

An Qisheng's eyes flashed:

"It would be a pity to lose it."

This Garuda looks unremarkable, but under that thin body, there is a vigorous vitality like a volcano. His physical body is not as good as that of Juechen Daoist, but his vitality is faintly surpassed.

Any expert who has seen the gods is a hero, and this Garuda, who has mastered the great achievements of yoga, is an extremely rare talent.

It would be a pity to kill him like this.

"Yan Changsha offered 1.8 billion to kill you."

Galuolou heard An Qisheng's words, but was not angry, just sighed softly:

"But I underestimated you too much. If I had known you were in such a realm, I wouldn't have taken this task. This is insulting you."

"The prodigal son does not care about his grandfather's field, the Beggar Dao Society is really rich."

An Qisheng shook his head slightly and looked at Garuda:

"It seems that you still have to make a move. In that case, I will take one of your moves."

"One move is enough."

Garuda nodded.

He stood loosely and said lightly:

"Make your move."

"Good!"

At the moment the words were spoken, a raging wind swept across the long street.

People were coming and going on the long street, and traffic was flowing, but no one knew what had happened. Even the Beggar Dao Society gunmen setting up sniper rifles on the extremely distant high-rise buildings only felt a blur before their eyes.

That Garuda had crossed the long street, flashed through the crowd, and came to An Qisheng!

At this time, what appeared in An Qisheng's eyes was no longer the thin old man, but someone who had become taller and bigger.

The originally thin body swelled up like a balloon, and the original height of one meter sixty-seven suddenly expanded to about two meters. The wrinkled skin all over his body was now stretched up by the cyan-black tendons!

Not only tall, but also burly.

Visibly, the muscles under his ribs spread horizontally, like a two-meter-tall bird, suddenly spreading its wings at this moment!

Garuda.

It was originally a giant bird in the Three Imprints teaching mythology that fed on dragons and snakes!

At this time, Galuro stepped forward, roared, and spread his ribs, just like the giant bird in the myth appeared in the world, spreading its wings, wanting to fight dragons and snakes!

His palms throbbed with cyan-black tendons, making a sound like drums, and his five fingers were as thick as radishes.

With this palm strike, the turbulent airflow had already blown the nearby pedestrians to the ground, causing bursts of exclamations.

In this instant.

Garuda burst out all his vitality, his feet stomping like elephants, his back muscles bulging like divine turtles, his ribs like wings, and his abdomen rolling like thunder...

All the tendons and all the muscle fibers in his body were working at this moment, bursting out with all their strength!

This palm strike was enough to tear apart an elephant and smash steel!

Bang!

The air exploded first, followed by rolling undulations.

"The ultimate power of seeing the gods, the ultimate explosive force..."

Faced with this palm strike, a touch of appreciation could not help but appear in An Qisheng's eyes, and then, he sighed softly:

"Unfortunately, I am no longer seeing the gods!"

The soft sigh seemed to ring directly in Garuda's heart, ignoring everything.

His heart shook.

He saw a palm.

A palm that occupied and squeezed all his sight with a seemingly gentle but extremely tyrannical posture.

This palm was white and crystal clear, as if carved from beautiful jade, translucent and crystal clear, and the blood flowing inside could be seen, with clear bones and tendons.

Bang!

It was as if a thunder fell from the sky, as if a cannonball exploded!

The crowd on the long street was overturned, and many vehicles braked one after another. If the street had not been so congested in the first place, there would have been a major car accident.

Even so, many drivers were still in shock and got out of the car one after another, thinking that their tires had exploded.

The two palms collided!

The huge force acted on both of them at the same time.

Garuda's eyes widened, and visible ripples spread out from his arm, from his arm to his shoulders and back, to his waist and abdomen... waves actually rippled across his body!

"There is such violence in the world..."

Garuda's eyes turned red.

His proud powerful body control seemed to change hands at this time, and his muscles and skin were all disobedient. The joints of his body even made a 'crackling' groan.

Something that had never happened to him since he practiced yoga, happened.

He was beaten into the air!

And it was under the circumstances that he was prepared and made the first move!

Bang!

Garuda flew upside down into the sky, rolled several times in a row, and his body, which had lost control, slammed heavily on the ground, smashing his head into the ground.

He forcibly smashed a big hole in the ground!