Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 548 This is the mountain
As soon as the voice fell, the longsword was already in front of Zhang Yuan.

The sword technique is a move from the Duan Yue Sect, but the power behind it is the Azure Nether Sword Qi.

On the viewing platform, several Grandmaster-level guests narrowed their eyes and remained silent.

The eyes of the elder in charge of the Duan Yue Sect were deep and profound.

Before the mountain gate, Yue Cengyun, the sect leader of the Moving Mountain Sect, stood beside Cao Chunbao with a calm expression, but his hands, which were tucked into his sleeves, were clenched tightly.

“This sword…” Li Sihuan’s face flushed red in front of the sword-testing stone not far away.

Lin Luyue's sword strike was so powerful that he couldn't even see it clearly.

The other elites who landed on the battle platform watched intently, their expressions solemn.

None of them dared to say they could definitely withstand Lin Luyue's sword strike.

On the battle platform, Zhang Yuan looked up at the approaching sword, his face as calm as still water.

He neither dodged nor avoided, but stepped forward two feet with his right foot, crushing the bluestone bricks. He pressed down slightly with his left leg, straightened his waist, and unleashed the most basic Mountain Crashing Stance of the Mountain Fist.

The punch was thrown, and the mountain collapsed!
The moment the fist touched the sword's edge, the earth's veins within a radius of ten feet trembled as if a giant dragon were turning over!

"boom--"

Lin Luyue trembled, his arm throbbed with pain, and his pupils reflected a scene that terrified him—

The Yin Marrow Iron embedded in the hilt of the sword in his hand was actually crushed into an iron disc by the force of his fist!

A magical artifact crafted using immortal techniques was destroyed by a single punch!
The longsword trembled, and an immense force was already transmitted through the hilt.

The force was so great that Lin Luyue was sent flying backward, crashing down below the battle platform and breaking three stone pillars. The blood mist she spat out condensed into bright red ice shards on the snow.

With a single blow, an elite who was virtually invincible among his peers was severely injured and defeated!
"The Mountain-Crushing Style has reached its peak?" Elder Duan Yuezong's eyes widened, his face unable to conceal his shock. "This is clearly the level of perfection achieved by refining the 'Mountain-Bearing Diagram' into one's very bones!"

Before the mountain gate, behind Yue Cengyun, the sect leader of the Moving Mountain Sect, an old man in a black martial robe spoke in a low voice: "This level of martial arts cultivation requires at least ten years of immersion in the Mountain and Mountain Sect's techniques. This is a realm attained only by those who have achieved the virginity-training skill. Who is he?"

These words left the people around him bewildered.

Yue Cengyun turned to look at Cao Chunbao beside him and saw that Cao Chunbao had a smile on his face.

"Zheng——"

The white bone sword of Leng Changgong from the Crescent Moon Sword Tomb stirred up a bloody wind, and the ghostly claw phantom formed by the Eclipse Moon Sword Devouring Technique had not yet touched the back of Zhang Yuan's neck, but had already triggered a chilling aura to sweep across the area.

fast!
ruthless!
poison!
This sword strike was not a product of the Mountain Sect's tradition at all; instead, it exuded a sinister and ruthless swordsmanship.

"Watch out—" Wang Zhenzhi, standing on the platform, whispered.

Below the stage, Li Sihuan looked tense, gripping his sword tightly.

On the stage, Zhang Yuan suddenly turned back from his forward step, his outstretched hand like a pine tree welcoming the wind.

With a backhand motion, he grabbed Leng Changgong's wrist and activated the seventh move of the Mountain Fist, the Mountain Suppressing Stance.

This move moves with the body, and is exquisitely subtle!
Twist around.

Swing your arm.

smash!
"boom--"

Leng Changgong's body was thrown ten feet away, leaving a three-foot-long gash on the bluestone slab, and his entire right arm exploded into a bloody mist!
This attack was even more ruthless than the one that repelled Lin Luyue earlier!
Such ruthless methods caused everyone watching in the square to gasp in shock.

Hidden among the guests, Elder Canyue Sword Tomb had an ashen face, gritted his teeth, and a dark sword intent flowed around him.

Leng Changgong is an elite member of the Sword Tomb and the son of the sect leader, Leng Guhong.

Zhang Yuan crippled Leng Changgong's arm with a single blow. How is he going to explain this to the sect leader when he gets back?
"Using the Mountain-Suppressing Style to unleash the Mountain-Splitting Sword Intent?" Elder Duan Yun of the Azure Cloud Sword Sect narrowed his eyes.

Although Zhang Yuan's attack was a standard fist technique, it was infused with sword intent, which is why it crippled Leng Changgong's arm.

The sword intent pierced through his bones and muscles. Even if Leng Changgong had the means to regenerate his severed arm in the future, he would never be able to gather true essence again.

"How ruthless." Someone whispered beside Duan Yun.

"This boy has actually fused the four sects' techniques into a mountain-like force!" On the other side, among the guests was a highly skilled expert whose eyes gleamed with shrewdness.

Having crippled two elites in two moves, Zhang Yuan slowly turned around and looked at the others on the stage.

Bai Chenwuzong Feng Dian raised his hand and put a pill into his mouth. Instantly, his muscles swelled up as if magma were erupting.

"Drink—" Feng Dian unleashed a heaven-burning force with both fists, and the bloodthirsty aura surged with the fists, like a blood python roaring wildly, crashing towards Zhang Yuan's chest.

Zhang Yuan stomped his feet heavily.

The Mountain Fist technique, with its Thousand-Pound Stance, causes a waterfall to cascade backward, the shadow of the fist overlapping with the image of the patriarch.

"Om-"

The waterfall stretched like a long dragon, and eight thousand catties of water surged forth with a single punch from Zhang Yuan.

"boom--"

The waves crashed onto the head of the Blood Fiend Python, tearing it to shreds.

The water waves that tore apart the blood python transformed back into fist energy, slamming into Feng Dian's chest.

"puff--"

A huge, bowl-sized hole exploded in Feng Dian's back, and the power of the Blood Burning Pill was actually forced back into his meridians by the force of the punch.

Qi and blood reversed, dantian torn apart!
This punch shattered Feng Dian's foundation of cultivation!

Elder Bai Chenwu took a few steps forward, gritting his teeth and growling, "He clearly used early-stage innate true essence, so how could he trigger the resonance of the earth's veins!"

No one answered him.

At this moment, everyone's eyes were fixed on the figure on the battle stage.

Chongming Wuzong Guo Ang slowly raised his withered bone sword, the blade pointing at Zhang Yuan.

"You are strong."

Guo Ang's voice was somewhat hoarse, and a faint sword light gathered behind him, making his figure appear somewhat unreal.

"If you can block this sword, I'll turn around and leave."

As soon as he finished speaking, Guo Ang's longsword rang out, and a cold, sharp aura of cyan sword energy slashed down.

Sword Qi!

The sword energy condenses, and before becoming a grandmaster, one first condenses a fierce aura!
With this one sword, one can fight a grandmaster!

However, Guo Ang's sword aura was strange; as soon as the aura condensed, it transformed into thousands of wronged souls, howling as they rushed towards Zhang Yuan.

"How much bloodshed has this caused..." Elder Duan Yun of the Qingyun Sword Sect clenched his fists and spoke in a deep voice, his eyes revealing a coldness.

Before the mountain gate of the Mountain Sect, both Cao Chunbao and Yue Cengyun had solemn expressions.

Guo Ang's combat strength and the strangeness of his sword techniques are beyond what ordinary people in the Innate Realm can handle.

Cao Chunbao knew Zhang Yuan's cultivation level, but he wasn't sure if Zhang Yuan could suppress his cultivation to the Innate Realm to deal with Guo Ang's sword strike.

On the battle platform, Zhang Yuan suddenly closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

At that moment, the sword mark on the testing stone, the hanging waterfall, and the bronze cauldron formed a triangular resonance.

A response from Heaven and Earth!

This is enlightenment!
In fact, Zhang Yuan had been trying to comprehend the path of cultivation all the way to the Mountain Sect to participate in the trials.

To understand the path of cultivation of a martial arts master.

At this moment, he was not reflecting on the martial arts world, but on how an elite member of the Mountain Sect, a prodigy carrying the hopes of the Mountain Sect, should face challenges and dangers.

From Liang Qiyuan's Boundless River to Li Mubai's Sword Intent of the River.

The profoundness and responsibility of the Mountain Sect appeared before Zhang Yuan as a series of continuous mountain ranges.

What are mountains?

This is the mountain.

As the Mountain Fist's opening stance, "Asking the Mountain," was slowly extended, the entire white jade plaza's paving stones floated three inches into the air. The fist's intent, reaching for the vastness of the heavens, caused the hundred-foot-high surging tide of the Yuncang River beneath the waterfall to suspend in mid-air—

It is the “sea-suppressing and tide-stabilizing” spectacle left behind by the founder of the Mountain Sect when he had an epiphany!
Mountains and seas are protected!

(End of this chapter)