Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 553 The Great Qin Territory is not to be swarmed by you scum!
Liang Qiyuan's fist, carrying the phantom image of mountains, swept across the sky. Sun Zhentang's face turned pale, and before his Blood Fiend Shield could solidify, it was torn into a rain of crimson by the Ninefold Mountain-Moving Force.

Having landed a punch, Liang Qiyuan pressed forward and chopped down with one hand.

Mountain Fist Techniques: Dividing the Sea and Severing the Mountain.

Zhang Yuan's eyes shone brightly as he watched the master in front of him, who had been immersed in the Mountain Fist for a hundred years, unleash a punch that had reached its peak.

His understanding of the Mountain Sect boxing style was in no way inferior to that of Liang Qiyuan.

However, none of them have truly mastered this boxing style for sixty years like Liang Qiyuan.

Specialization has its advantages.

In the instant Elder Bai Chen of the Martial Sect hastily raised his arm to block, everyone clearly heard the crisp sound of bones cracking—

"Click——"

As the fist pierced through the triple layers of blood-fiend energy, Sun Zhentang's sternum caved in into a bowl shape. Behind him, the three-zhang-long bluestone pavement was lifted by the aftershock of the fist's intent and split into a nine-square chessboard as if cleaved by a knife and axe!

The scales of the coiled dragon relief on the gilded pillars of the viewing platform were shaken off by the force of the punch.

The elder of the Duan Yue Sect's deacon's expression shifted, and he spoke in a low voice: "This is the Zhenhai Fist, which combines the 'Bearing the Mountain Diagram' and the 'Canglang Sword Song' into one!"

The Moving Mountain Sect has always been the head of the four sects, and its members possess the scriptures of all four sects.

At this moment, the martial arts techniques and combat skills that Liang Qiyuan used actually possessed the combined power of four sects' inheritances.

This indicates that the plan to unify the four sects of the Mountain Moving Sect has been in the works for at least a century.

In fact, which of the four powerful figures hadn't been planning this for countless years?
Sun Zhentang staggered back seven steps, each step leaving a deep, scorched pit in the frozen soil.

His attempt to crush the Blood-Burning Pill in his sleeve suddenly stopped—

To everyone's horror, his right arm had already turned to dust, and the scattered blood mist condensed in mid-air into a totem of a mountain-moving warrior lifting a cauldron!

"The 'Nine Mountains Overlapping Waves' that Master Su swept across the Eastern Territory two hundred years ago!" Elder Cao Xun of the Great River Sect wildly pulled at his beard, his voice hoarse with excitement, "The legacy of the Mountain Sect is truly about to reappear in the martial world!"

Before he finished speaking, Liang Qiyuan shattered the ten-zhang-long ice surface on the banks of the Yuncang River with his left foot, and his right fist caused the earth's veins to roar for a hundred miles.

Sun Zhentang's last protective aura shattered like paper, his body disintegrating inch by inch under the violent fist intent, the remaining flesh and blood burning into crimson flames under the light of the fist aura.

The rising beam of light shone with a blood-red hue.

The fall of a Grandmaster caused a surge in the clouds and mist of heaven and earth, swirling up the snowflakes in front of the mountain gate.

In three breaths, he killed Sun Zhentang, the elder of Bai Chen Martial Sect!

The river wind carried a thick, bloody hue, and Yin Jiuyou of the Executioner's Division raised his hand, a faint soul shadow landing in his palm.

The scene was terrifying to those around them.

Having long heard that the Heavenly Suppressor had the ability to control the soul, witnessing it with my own eyes sent chills down my spine.

Chen Duange, the leader of the Cold Crow Sword Sect, laughed loudly and said, "A pseudo-grandmaster created by the Blood Burning Pill is worthy of fighting Elder Liang?"

Everyone in the Eastern Jianghu knows about the Blood Burning Pill's ability to boost cultivation, and they also know that such a Grandmaster is simply not qualified to fight against a Grandmaster who has broken through through arduous cultivation.

Among the guests standing in front of the eaves, many had changing expressions and shrank back.

Only the individuals themselves know whether they possess the Blood-Burning Pill.

"Liang Qiyuan, the Great River has no bounds. The power and ferocity of your fist technique is indeed well-deserved..." Elder Li Tingyun of the Qingyun Sword Sect, who was standing not far from Duan Yun, murmured.

The others looked at each other and nodded slightly.

Liang Qiyuan's two punches displayed ruthlessness and ferocity, clearly intended to establish his authority.

Of course, it was also presented to Marquis Qingyang and the powerful figures of the Zhen Tian Division, much like a pledge of allegiance.

Many people glanced quietly at Zhang Yuan, who was standing on the stage.

Zhang Yuan remained calm, and outsiders could not possibly perceive his state of mind at that moment.

"Om-"

Elder of the Crescent Moon Sword Tomb moved swiftly, rushing to Leng Changgong's side as he slumped to the ground. He grabbed Leng's arm and roared, "Go—"

The two figures stepped into the air, their feet scattering snowflakes and ice fragments on the Yuncang River.

Elder Canyue Sword Tomb grabbed Leng Changgong's shoulder and flew ten feet. Suddenly, the snake-shaped tattoo on Luo Hongxiu's temple turned a deep blue.

"laugh--"

The sound of the silver-scaled blade tearing through the air from the sleeve was three beats faster than the sword light. All the crowd saw was Elder Canyue's nine-petaled ice lotus bloom out of thin air on the back of his neck, each petal precisely piercing through the nodes of his protective sword aura!
Leng Changgong's screams and the clang of his sword rang out simultaneously. The tip of the blade protruding from his left chest was coated with dark green poisonous frost, and the flesh at the wound churned like boiling water.

"Boom!"

Only when the two corpses crashed into the frozen ground did a network of interwoven blood lines slowly appear on the ice.

Before the afterimage of Luo Hongxiu and her red dress swaying had faded, her true form had returned and stood three zhang behind Zhang Yuan.

With a flick of her finger, the silver-scaled blade retracted into her sleeve.

"Om-"

The pillar of light from the fallen Grandmaster obscured the aura and light of Leng Changgong's fallen Innate Realm.

From the moment she made her move to the moment she turned around, she killed a Grandmaster and a Primordial Realm expert. Almost no one present could see how Luo Hongxiu made her move!
In that instant, all three Yangtianzhou sword cultivators, who were suspended in mid-air, were surrounded by sword energy, their expressions extremely solemn.

They didn't even see Luo Hongxiu's sword strike clearly!
"I've heard that the Zhen Tian Division is skilled in assassination..." someone whispered among the guests on the viewing platform, but stopped abruptly before finishing their sentence.

Before the gates of the Moving Mountain Sect, the sect leader Yue Chengyun's eyes were filled with surprise.

"Walk--"

The three sword cultivators from Yangtianzhou fled in three different directions, their swords flashing.

With Wu Canghai of the Zhenhai Sect already killed, there is no one to lead or control those who challenge the Banshan Sect.

The Zhenhai Sect disciples, Baichen Martial Sect disciples, and other martial artists who had jumped out to help the Zhenhai Sect seize the top position among the four sects all scattered and fled.

Just moments before, the Zhenhai Sect was still overwhelmingly powerful, and the Banshan Sect was on the verge of collapse.

But in the blink of an eye, the situation reversed, and all the ghosts and demons gathered by the Zhenhai Sect scattered like monkeys falling from a tree.

As for the earlier agreement to challenge the leader of the top four sects, that's out of the question.

What's the point of challenging someone who's already dead?
With a roar, Liang Qiyuan's body thundered as he took a step that covered ten zhang and reached out to grab.

His knuckles gripped the throat of a Xuan Yin Sect protector who had not yet managed to escape.

"Click——"

With a forceful thrust of his finger bones, he pierced the neck directly. With a flick of his wrist, the corpse crashed several feet away, smashing the bodies of two Xuan Yin Sect disciples to pieces.

Liang Qiyuan continued walking, his boots grinding against the frozen earth, and the mountain phantom formed by the Ninefold Mountain-Moving Force crashed down on the martial artists who had stepped onto the Yun Cang River.

The sword energy bursting from the Sword Testing Stone, the surging waves of the Xuan Tie Ship, and the blood and qi gathered before the mountain gate all transformed into the shadow of a mountain, which was smashed a thousand feet away with his Mountain-Moving Strike.

"boom--"

A bloodbath erupted!
The mountain wind, carrying a crimson hue, swept past the archway of the Moving Mountain Sect. Liang Qiyuan's gray hair and beard had turned completely black.

He stepped forward, his footsteps landing on the body of the Zhenhai Sect disciple who had fallen to the ground.

With a powerful ankle strike, he crushed the shinbone, and amidst the screams, Liang Qiyuan's thunderous roar echoed:

"Twenty years ago, I could kill Wei and stain the Yangtze River with blood; now I can slaughter you like dogs!"

The sound echoed, causing the surrounding mountains and rivers for miles around to resonate.

"Boom——"

Nine bolts of purple lightning suddenly rose from the opposite bank of the Yuncang River, intertwining to form a thunderous array that covered a hundred miles.

The three sword cultivators from Yangtian Continent had only fled three miles when their sword light collided with the dragon-tracing pillar formed by lightning patterns.

"Zizzizi!"

Chen Gang, the protector of the Xuan Yin Sect, instantly melted his flying sword into molten iron, and the Azure Nether Sword Qi melted away like snow in the thunder.

He turned around in horror and saw Yu Wanjun dragging the Panlong Halberd backwards, riding on lightning. The crimson blood energy wrapped around the halberd blade condensed into a nine-headed dragon phantom.

"How dare you scum run rampant on the territory of Great Qin!"

Yu Wanjun roared like thunder, and when his halberd slashed down, it actually caused the dragon vein at the bottom of the river to surge.

The Xuan Yin Ice Shield that Chen Gang had conjured with hand seals shattered like paper, and his protective cave was forcibly split in two by the halberd's light.

Before its remains could fall, they were charred into coke by subsequent lightning strikes.

(End of this chapter)