Chapter 48 Showdown
A cup of wine poured into the air, vaporizing into smoke in the haze, drifting away with a faint fragrance of alcohol.

Three hundred years of bitter cultivation, yet I still fall before the Gates of Heaven.

*Pa*

An Qisheng slowly set down his wine cup, raising his eyes to meet Pang Wanyang's descending gaze.

*Om*

The moment their eyes met, the sky above instantly turned pitch black, the dark clouds once pierced by sword light making a comeback.

They came thicker and heavier than before.

Pang Wanyang stood in the long sky, his aura, spirit, and heart having reached a peak he would never have achieved on a normal day after three battles.

His mind was extremely sharp.

He could feel all changes in the Qi of heaven and earth, and also the slowly rising aura hundreds of feet below.

That aura was calm and peaceful, vast and broad, like an ocean, like the starry sky, and even more like the sky suspended above the earth, containing the sun and the moon.

In the alternation of light and darkness, in the turbulence of Qi, under the changes of celestial phenomena,

a black and white Taiji diagram, ancient and vicissitudinous, yet containing endless truth, was faintly reflected in his eyes.

*Whoosh whoosh*

In the whistling air currents and rolling gales,

An Qisheng climbed the steps, ascending to the heavens.

The wind between heaven and earth was very strong, blowing sand like hidden weapons, yet it seemed very calm, so calm that his clothes and hair did not even stir.

And as he stepped into the sky,

an unspeakable sense of heaviness filled the space between heaven and earth in an instant.

Inside and outside the inn, everyone gathered their eyes on the sky, watching this battle.

"The aura of Daoist Wang Quan..."

King Chariot muttered to himself, the smile gone from his face.

He only felt an unbelievably strong aura permeating the long sky, as if another layer of heaven had been added above.

"The mother of Yin and Yang, the opportunity for movement and stillness, Taiji, so that's the principle..."

Realist Baiyue sighed softly.

Although he had long known that Daoist Wang Quan, whom Pang Wanyang regarded as a true opponent, was very strong, he still felt somewhat unbelievable.

Not only he and Realist Baiyue, but even Yan Kuangtu, who had met An Qisheng before, was also shaken at this time.

The intangible and immaterial Taiji diagram appeared in their minds almost as if it were real.

On the other hand, the others outside the inn did not feel the pervasive Taiji aura.

They only felt a heaviness in their hearts, but also some disbelief.

The person in the air was already so powerful, yet someone dared to challenge him?

*Whoosh whoosh*

As An Qisheng walked up, a ripple appeared in the depths of his eyes, and the water waves on the Da Yi diagram flowed, revealing various words:

Pang Wanyang (74)]

Life Trajectory: Born in Jiufu Realm, Hanzhou, Wuwei Prefecture, a wealthy family, living a rich and comfortable life. Later, he encountered people from the Demonic Sect who saw that his talent was acceptable, accepted him as a disciple, and personally severed his 'worldly ties'..."

When his martial arts were just beginning, he killed more than 120 people in his sect and was hunted down to Dafeng. For twenty years, he walked barefoot across the world. Whenever he encountered a martial artist, he would avoid them if they were inferior to him, and compete with them if they were stronger than himself.

In the first seven years, he lost every battle, losing more and more, and was seriously injured and dying countless times. In the next seven years, he lost more than he won, gradually breaking free from the shackles of his predecessors, and the Battle Demon Heart Sutra was initially completed. In the next seven years, he traveled all over Dafeng, winning every battle, and finally connected with heaven and earth, achieving great success in his divine skill, and ascending to the top of the world.

After that, he lived in seclusion, meditating in the clouds for forty years, feeling that human power was limited and heaven and earth were boundless, and glimpsing the gate of heaven.

In the 201st year of Dafeng, he left seclusion and invited heroes from all over the world to fight. Starting from the north and moving to the south, he traveled for seventeen days, devastating the martial world. Finally, in the vast sea, he drew out the world's experts.

On that day, he fought nine battles, defeating the world's top experts, Yan Kuangtu, Mu Qingfeng, Realist Baiyue, King Chariot, Yixiu..."

After the battle, he returned to the summit of the Sacred Mountain with a seriously injured body. After sitting for ten years, he suddenly sighed that he was invincible in the world.

Since then, a generation of Demon Lord has fallen.]

"Daoist..."

In the long sky, Pang Wanyang stood with his hands behind his back, his long hair flying like flames, his golden eyes filled with a trace of expectation:

"This battle, Pang has waited for a long, long time."

His soft sigh seemed to fall from the long sky with weight:

"Yixiu thought it was his invitation that made me come down the mountain. In fact, the opponent Pang has been looking forward to is you..."

Pang Wanyang was very clear in his heart, or rather, had always been very clear.

No one in the world was his opponent.

Otherwise, why would this battle have been delayed until now?

It was not until An Qisheng's sudden appearance that he felt something. At first, he thought that this Daoist Wang Quan possessed a divine weapon of heaven and man. After going there himself and seeing his Dao, he understood in his heart.

This was the opponent he had been waiting for for decades.

"I know."

An Qisheng nodded slightly.

In the original trajectory, this great achiever of the Demonic Sect for thousands of years, the number one person in the ancient and modern Demonic Sect, did not glimpse the Gates of Heaven after all.

He did not even know that the heavenly weapon master had already been born only a few years after his death.

Or, before his death, the heavenly weapon master had already appeared, but only dared to show his face after his death...

But in any case, this number one person in the ancient and modern Demonic Sect did not glimpse the Qi of heaven and man after all, and had no chance with the Gates of Heaven.

"In Pang's life, there are no relatives or friends to worry about, no riches and honors to fill his heart, and no interest in dynastic hegemony. Only martial arts is my lifelong pursuit!"

Pang Wanyang's eyes were as bright as the golden sun, surging with a fiery battle intent.

"I also know."

An Qisheng looked calm, feeling the rising and rolling Qi between heaven and earth, and sighed slightly.

In every world, there are such people who seek the Dao.

Regardless of good or evil, at least they are pure.

"The saddest thing in life is nothing more than being invincible in the world. Fortunately, there is still an opponent for Pang in this world!"

Pang Wanyang's clothes fluttered in the wind along with his long hair, and his slender white fingers clenched one by one, as if he was grasping the romance of the sky with his decades of invincible will.

With a punch raised, he struck across the sky in a long sky of explosions:

"Come, fight!"

One shout to fight, one punch across the sky.

It was as if ten thousand acres of smoke and dust were pushed aside for it, and the wind and thunder roared in the long sky for a time. The dark thunderclouds rolled and boiled, as if they were about to descend and destroy the world.

At the same time as Pang Wanyang punched, his figure seemed to be rising, and endless essence between the void and heaven and earth seemed to pour into his body like a heavenly river.

Adding three points of arrogance to his overbearing punch.

With one punch, it seemed that heaven and earth moved with it!

Invincible in the world for forty years, with no way to the Gates of Heaven.

Everything he had accumulated in his heart was vented in this punch!

*Rumble!*

The thunderclouds rolled in the long sky, and even the celestial phenomena seemed to be shaken by it, willing to be a foil for it!

The earth trembled and the sky shook, with great momentum!

Many people on the earth looked at this scene and were shocked.

They only felt countless electric snakes and lightning crisscrossing, weaving a rolling net, covering the white-clothed Daoist, and its power was like the collapse of the sky.

"Good!"

Amidst the gusting air currents, An Qisheng also let out a long whistle.

In the long sky, his feet also vibrated.

As if invisible steps connected heaven and earth, his stomp sent his strength rolling down, as if spanning hundreds of feet in the air, and stepped on the earth.

In the raging wind, the vast sea surged, and the yellow sand howled.

With just this one stomp, the faces of King Chariot, Yan Kuangtu, and others changed.

A divine pulse strike could sweep across ten miles, but that was under the coverage of the aura, with divine will penetrating the true Qi, and the true Qi connecting the spiritual Qi of heaven and earth.

But An Qisheng's stomp did not leak any true Qi at all, only pure and extremely powerful force!

Their senses were extremely sharp, and they could see that at the moment An Qisheng stomped his feet, the air currents in the long sky spread and spread like ripples, as if an invisible tornado rose from the ground and lifted his palm!

What an incredible physique!

Even King Chariot, who also practiced the Vajra Body technique, could not help but be moved at this time.

*Rumble!*

One stomp, then raising his hand.

His ten fingers traversed the long sky, like plucking a pipa, instantly generating 54,000 changes!

With just one palm, it seemed to contain all the finger, palm, and fist techniques in the world.

The black and white Taiji diagram reappeared, blooming in the long sky.

Even with Pang Wanyang's extremely tenacious will, a trace of confusion appeared in his eyes at this time.

He saw that in the vast will and interaction with heaven and earth, it seemed that all the time in the world was attracted, and moved with the changes in his palm, giving rise to an endless and majestic sacred portal!

That portal was majestic and sacred, like a dike blocking heaven and earth, even if the Milky Way poured down, it would not be able to shake it in the slightest.

It was An Qisheng's freehand starting move, the Southern Gate of Heaven!

There was no temptation, and no need for any temptation.

As soon as the two made a move, it was already the ultimate peak technique!

In the next instant, fist and palm collided!

*Om*

Heaven and earth lost color and sound for a moment.

But in an instant, there was a collision that resounded through the clouds, even louder than the rolling thunderclouds!

In an instant, the clouds in the long sky rolled, and large currents of air spread and spread, like a mushroom cloud rising into the air, pushing away endless smoke and dust, raging in the dark sky under the thunderclouds.

*Rumble!*

Under the thunderclouds, in the darkness, light burst out, and the two collided again and again in the darkness at a speed beyond the visual limit of ordinary people.

Pang Wanyang swallowed the essence of heaven and earth, like a demon god bearing the power of heaven and earth. His flying long hair showed the demeanor of the number one person in the ancient demon sect.

Every punch and kick contained power more terrifying than the thunder in the sky.

His Gang Qi and True Qi were even more unbelievably majestic.

An Qisheng, on the other hand, walked in the darkness, and with each step, a black and white Taiji diagram seemed to flow with him. All strength, essence, and even thunder were shattered by the Taiji diagram,

either scattered in the sky or absorbed into his body.

No matter how overbearing Pang Wanyang's fist prints were and how invincible his true Qi was, he remained calm and composed.

In his fingers and palms, the freehand techniques derived from all kinds of fist techniques bloomed with light, and the Southern Gate of Heaven, the Execution Platform, and the Eight Trigrams Furnace appeared one after another.

Using strength against strength, using hardness against hardness!

*Boom!*

*Boom!*

The two engaged in an earth-shattering battle. Even though they withstood most of the force of the collision, the ripples of the stray aftermath spread together with the raging thunder, tearing apart the layers of clouds.

The speed of the two was so fast that they moved several miles in an instant. After only a few collisions, the battlefield had spread for hundreds of miles.

The dark clouds above the sky moved with the two.

Gradually, wind and sand filled the earth, and dragon-like dust rose everywhere.

"Ah!"

Suddenly, the landlady let out a hysterical scream, even forgetting her fear of the great experts in the inn, and plunged into the inn.

The many shop assistants also followed madly.

"Not good!"

Wu Liu San's scalp was also numb, and he ran wildly carrying Zhao Tianfeng.

The ripples caused by the two's fight actually set off an unprecedented and terrifying sandstorm in the vast sea!

Heaven and earth were in turmoil!