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Chapter 505 Destroying the Fist God, the Emperor's Backstab

A large group of Japanese masters arrived in force to kill Ying Xun.

However, before he could even exchange a glance with Ying Xun, he was utterly annihilated by the divine weapon Jiuxiao, leaving not a single piece of armor or even a complete corpse.

The reason why Jiuxiao could achieve such a level of power is not only due to its own strength, but also because of the Xuan Yin Twelve Swords within Jiuxiao.

Ying Xun had erased the consciousness of the Twelve Profound Yin Swords and refined it, integrating it into the Nine Heavens.

He can unleash the twelve Profound Yin Sword Intents at any time if he so desires. The one he used the most power to unleash was the third form of Profound Yin – Heaven and Earth Become My Sword.

"You Ruo and I will go ahead. We've been lazy for so long, it's time to stretch our muscles."

These words were spoken to the Blood-Clad Guards on the sea ship. After spending quite a while at sea, Ying Xun was getting rather bored. He used his inner energy to envelop You Ruo, and the two of them seemed to transform into a gust of wind, heading towards the island where the Godless Palace was located.

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pier.

Empty.

Only one figure sat cross-legged, seemingly waiting for the arrival of a master from the Central Plains.

This man was tall and burly, shirtless, with his muscles twisted and deformed, exuding an unparalleled domineering aura.

Although he was just one person, his terrifying aura constantly demonstrated that he could single-handedly defeat an army of thousands.

This person is none other than the greatest martial arts master in Japan—Kendo Shin.

Kendo Shin is the senior brother of Jue Wushen and a disciple of Terasawa Kenichi, a master of Japanese martial arts. He is exceptionally talented in martial arts and has mastered the essence of the orthodox style of martial arts in just one year of study.

After that, he traveled to Japan for another year and earned the reputation of "God of Fist". His martial arts talent in fist fighting was absolutely on par with the nameless swordsmanship talent.

The Fist God had a son named Fist Maniac. Due to a lack of talent, he was accidentally beaten into a mentally impaired state by the volatile Fist God during his training. His fellow disciple, Kawai Takeshi, mocked him and attacked Fist Maniac. This scene was witnessed by the Fist God, who, in a fit of rage, killed his senior disciple Kawai Takeshi and forced his son to eat him.

It was because of this incident that Kendo Shin and his master Terasawa Kenichi turned against each other, and Kendo Shin and his son Kendo Chi went into seclusion in the mountains in order to cultivate a higher level of Kendo.

Later, seeing that he was becoming increasingly powerful and uncontrollable, Terasawa Kenichi used the excuse of reconciliation to join forces with Zetsujin and poisoned Kendojin at the birthday banquet, taking the opportunity to subdue him.

However, Wu Shen did not kill Quan Dao Shen, but imprisoned him in Quan Tomb, and obtained the essence of Quan Dao Shen's martial arts through Quan Chi, thus creating the Three Killing Fists.

After the Japanese emperor occupied the Wushen Jue Palace, he released the Fist God and promised him many benefits, hoping that he would kill Ying Xun. The Fist God himself also wanted to challenge the masters of the Central Plains, so he readily accepted.

Suddenly, the Fist God opened his eyes, which shot out like two bolts of lightning, and looked towards the sea.

He sensed a magnificent aura, like the vast sky and thick earth, like the blazing sun and bright moon, boundless and ethereal, unimaginable and elusive, heading straight for the dock at an incredible speed.

"Haha, it's finally here!!"

The Fist God stood up, laughed loudly, and a violent fist intent surged from his body like a tidal wave, stirring up sand and stones that flew everywhere.

The strange muscles that had grown to adapt to the force of his punches swelled up at the same time, making his already tall body even taller, like a prehistoric beast, capable of smashing anything or anyone in his way to dust.

At this moment, two figures broke through the air and arrived. The one in the green robe seemed both real and illusory, ethereal and indistinct. Even though he appeared before one's eyes, one could not be sure that he was real.

These two people were You Ruo and Ying Xun.

"Husband, is he the God of Fist?"

"Hmm, with such a fist style, it must be him."

Among all the people Ying Xun had met, none could compare to the Fist God's fist techniques and the domineering aura he exuded. He was probably second only to the born overlord, Xiong Ba.

Seeing that the newcomer didn't take him seriously at all, the Fist God roared angrily, "You're asking for death! You're that piece of bullshit 'Fear of Terror'?!"

Ying Xun did not answer him, but simply raised his fist high and then punched the Fist God.

This punch unleashed a hurricane-like storm and produced a deafening sonic boom. The surrounding space seemed unable to withstand the power of the punch and was about to shatter.

What's even more terrifying is that the Fist God didn't sense the slightest fluctuation of true energy in this punch.

This... is like a punch delivered purely from the body.

It appears straightforward and without any change, but the ferocity and domineering nature it contains is something the Fist God has never seen before.

Faced with this punch, the Fist God trembled all over.

Even he himself couldn't tell whether the trembling was from fear or excitement.

But he knew very well that he couldn't dodge that punch.

Because under this punch, all space is sealed off year after year, and the only thing that can be done is to fight head-on.

The moment he threw his fist, the Kung Fu God's thick, bronze-pillar-like arm swelled up again, his muscles bulging like steel.

This punch was a punch he threw with all his might, draining every last bit of energy from his body. It was the strongest, most domineering, and most terrifying punch of his life.

at this moment.

The Fist God transformed into a fist.

A powerful and domineering fist, capable of killing gods and Buddhas!

Nothing is indestructible under this punch.

Boom! !
A deafening roar resounded, and from the center of the Fist God, an area of ​​hundreds of feet in radius collapsed and sank. Waves of energy containing the power of the fist and hurricanes swept outwards, destroying everything around them.

"Let's go."

Ying Xun turned around and called out, then led You Ruo and the Fist Dao God past each other, continuing towards the direction of the Godless Palace.

As he was walking, he moved his right hand, and then a series of screams rang out.

It turns out that in addition to the Kendo God, the Japanese Emperor also arranged for Japanese samurai and explosives.

According to the Japanese Emperor's plan, while Kendoshin and Ying Xun were locked in fierce combat, these Japanese samurai were to launch a sneak attack, detonating explosives that had been planted beforehand, thus killing both Ying Xun and Kendoshin.

Unfortunately, with a flick of Ying Xun's finger, countless pebbles and blades of grass transformed into sharp swords, slaying all the ambushing Japanese samurai, rendering the so-called explosives useless.

As for the Fist God... he seemed to be frozen in place, standing motionless, while the domineering and intense aura emanating from his body dissipated in an instant, like a candle flame blown out by the wind.

boom! !

Then, the Fist God exploded.

The exploding flesh and blood shot out in all directions, each piece containing terrifying fist intent, causing the already dilapidated dock to suffer another terrifying impact.

From beginning to end, Ying Xun didn't even glance at him.

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The Wushen Palace is located at the very center of this island.

When news of the deaths of Jue Wushen and Jue Xin in the Central Plains reached Japan, the Japanese Emperor easily took over this once-powerful force that had dominated Japan.

At this moment, in a secluded residence within the Wushin-no-Kami Palace, the Emperor of Japan was kneeling at a long table, leisurely arranging flowers.

The Japanese emperor was very old, with white hair and beard and a face full of wrinkles. He looked at least seventy or eighty years old, but he exuded a regal air and remained calm, as if even if the sky were to fall, he would not be moved in the slightest.

The old emperor's flower arranging movements were not fast. He carefully trimmed each flower before slowly and methodically placing it into the vase. The flower arrangement in the vase, though seemingly chaotic, gave a feeling of perfection and naturalness.

It seems that the spacing, size, and variety of each flower have been carefully calculated.

Beside the old emperor was a middle-aged monk dressed in a kasaya. This monk was named Gensei Isshin, the head of the "Genmon" sect in Japan. He had served the old emperor for many years and had hundreds of gennin who were proficient in ninjutsu under his command.

At this moment, Huan Sheng looked anxious and hesitated to speak.

The old emperor didn't even raise his head, yet he seemed to already know what he was thinking, his tone slow and indifferent.

"Flower arranging, like playing the zither, chess, calligraphy and painting, is a way to cultivate one's mind and body. When facing important matters, one must calm down. Only with a calm mind can one avoid making wrong decisions."

Huan Sheng put his hands together and said, "Amitabha, Your Majesty's mind and character are beyond my reach."

The old emperor said calmly, "That panicked Ying Xun is a major obstacle to my domination of the Central Plains, but I did not expect him to come across the sea. Now that he has come, he will surely not return."

Most people from the Central Plains are not good swimmers, and having drifted at sea for many days, they are already exhausted. Even if they manage to break through the encirclement, their true energy will certainly be depleted. You probably already know how strong the Fist God is; he's waiting for Ying Xun at the dock.

Huan Sheng nodded, hesitated for a moment before speaking, "The Fist Dao God was an arrogant person to begin with. After being imprisoned for many years, he has become even more insane. If Your Majesty releases him, I'm afraid..."

"It's alright." The old emperor tucked a flower into his hair and said with a smile, "Don't worry, I have already ordered the Fire Dance Sect to plant explosives along the coast. When they are both exhausted and unable to escape, that will be the time when they are shattered to pieces."

Huan Sheng Yi Xin clasped his hands together again, bowed slightly, and said, "Your Majesty's wisdom is as vast as the sea, and you can win battles from a thousand miles away. This old monk is far inferior to you."

The old emperor laughed heartily, his laughter filled with indescribable joy.

Having been suppressed by the God of No God for many years, he had to bide his time and hide his talents. Now, he was finally able to vent his pent-up anger. Moreover, he felt that with just a little reorganization, he could take over the Central Plains and create an everlasting empire. How could he not feel exhilarated?
"Report!"

Just then, a masked, thin ninja rushed over, knelt on one knee, and said, "Your Majesty, the Crown Prince and the others have lost contact."

"Ah."

The old emperor trembled slightly. He naturally understood the significance of losing contact, but his tone remained calm and composed: "Investigate again, report back."

"Yes!"

The scout bowed and withdrew, but he returned hastily after only a moment. Even though his face was covered by a mask, the fear in his expression was still evident.

"Your Majesty, the Fist God has died in battle, and Ying Xun is on his way to the palace!"

"What?! How could it be so fast?!" The old emperor's expression changed drastically: "Even if the God of Fist is dead, there's still gunpowder. Why didn't the gunpowder detonate?"

"Your subordinate... Your subordinate does not know."

"Investigate further, report back!"

"Yes, Your Majesty."

After a while.

"Report! Ying Xun has stormed into the palace and no one can stop him."

"Report! The Fire Wolf Sect Master has been killed in battle."

One urgent report after another arrived.

One after another, they came faster and faster, but none of them were good news.

The atmosphere in the secluded pavilion was heavy and oppressive. Although the old emperor still held a flower in his hand, he had no desire to place it there.

The ninja who delivered the message rushed in again.

"Report! Ying Xun has approached Youge, Your Majesty..."

Before he could finish speaking, a figure in a blue robe appeared in the old emperor's field of vision.

"Stop reporting, I have already arrived."

Ying Xun, with You Ruo by his side, moved as lightly as the wind and gracefully entered the secluded pavilion.

The ninja who delivered the report collapsed to the ground as if all his bones had been removed, before he could even scream.

During that time, a faint aura was revealed, so powerful that it inspired despair.

"Your Majesty, this old monk is stopping him! You must leave!"

Huan Sheng Yi Xin, a loyal and righteous man who has protected the bloodline of the Japanese Emperor for generations, leaped high into the air as he shouted, and pounced on Ying Xun.

With both palms extended, what were originally normal fleshy hands instantly became enormous, radiating an intense and scorching heat.

At the same time, his body continued to create phantoms.

It seems that this is even more terrifying than the invincible martial arts move, "Ten Directions Kill".

After all, Wu Wudi's Ten Directions Kill can only be multiplied into ten, while Huan Sheng's One Mind can be multiplied into dozens.

Dozens of identical Illusionary Saints filled the entire room and pounced on Ying Xun.

However, these phantoms did not possess the power of Wu Wudi's Ten Directions Killing; each phantom was truly just a phantom, merely serving to conceal the true form.

This was a move by the Illusionary Saint, a move that concentrated all his life's energy. Even if he managed to escape with his life, he would be severely injured and would never be able to recover to his peak.

Such a great sacrifice was made simply to buy the old emperor a chance to escape.

Faced with Huan Sheng Yixin's all-out attack, Ying Xun remained calm and continued walking forward, as if he didn't take it seriously at all.

boom!
There was a muffled sound.

The countless illusory clones shattered like bubbles.

The true form of the Illusionary Saint spat out blood and crashed heavily to the ground like a falling meteor.

What's even more terrifying is that the blow he suffered carried the meaning of "shattering," as if it would pulverize and tear his entire body apart, even turning him into a pile of minced meat.

Even with decades of profound Zen cultivation, Huan Sheng could only cling to his last breath after taking such a blow.

Throughout the entire ordeal, Ying Xun did not lift a finger, while Huan Sheng was still suffering a severe blow from behind. Therefore, the one who launched this attack was none other than the Emperor of Japan himself.

"Your Majesty...you...you..." Huan Sheng was filled with disbelief, his breath was extremely weak, and he couldn't even utter a complete sentence.

To be so loyal throughout one's life and end up like this is something anyone would find hard to accept and would be extremely angry about.

Unfortunately, the old emperor didn't care about his anger at all. He snorted coldly and once again used the Shattering Heaven Hand to unleash a powerful force that directly shattered the head of the Illusionary Saint.

A head exploded like a watermelon, splattering thick, white, sticky blood all over the ground.

Immediately afterwards, the old emperor bowed deeply at a ninety-degree angle without any hesitation, and said with trepidation, "The ruler of the small country of Japan respectfully welcomes the nineteenth prince of the Celestial Dynasty. This Illusionary Saint is determined to betray us and dares to attack the nineteenth prince. He deserves to die a thousand deaths."

Ying Xun's identity is no longer a secret.

The old emperor naturally knew that he was a figure from a thousand years ago, the nineteenth son of the First Emperor, hence he was addressed as the Nineteenth Prince.

This scene completely stunned You Ruo.

As for Ying Xun, he glanced at the old emperor with some surprise.

It has to be said that this old emperor really knew how to be patient; no wonder he was able to trick and kill Jue Wushen.

Moreover, he was insightful and quick-witted. Knowing that he couldn't win, he pushed everything onto the deceased Huan Sheng Yi Xin, leaving no way to prove anything.

Of course, anyone with a sound mind can see that the old Emperor is the one behind it all.

(End of this chapter)