Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 559 Zhang Yuan's Punch, Clash with a Grandmaster

"Yuwen Jue!" Chu Chaoyang's white hair whipped wildly in the gale, his fist pressing down on the black iron runes of the carriage, causing them to shatter inch by inch. "The ink on the agreement of Tianlang Pass is not even dry, and you, a Grandmaster ranked seventh on the Heavenly Ranking, dare to run wild in Qin?"

With his entire body brimming with fierce energy and the power of the Great Dao surging, Chu Chaoyang raised his head, his eyes brimming with fighting spirit.

"Do you really want to die in Qin?"

Before Chu Chaoyang could finish speaking, the Nine-Ringed Golden Blade had already cleaved half of the cart shaft in two.

The Soul-Devouring Dragon tattoo on Yuwen Jue's python robe suddenly came to life, its blade light carrying the hundred-foot-long ice spikes that had rolled back from the Yun Cang River: "I'll see if this Qin land can bury the seventh-ranked person on the Heavenly Ranking!"

These words caused Chu Chaoyang, who was sitting opposite Zhang Yuan, to stand up abruptly, and the aura and power of the Great Dao around him instantly merged into one.

He was seriously injured in the battle in the Eastern Territory. At that time, he had just entered the Grandmaster realm, and his cultivation and strength were not in sync.

When he returned to the Eastern Territory this time, he was no longer the Chu Chaoyang he once was!

In the library, I witnessed Zhang Yuan display the divine charm of martial arts, and I realized that he had a clear understanding of the cultivation of the Grandmaster realm.

His purpose in coming to the Eastern Territory this time is to avenge his past humiliations and restore the reputation of the Zhen Tian Si as a martial arts master who can control the world!
The black iron runes on the four walls of the carriage shattered inch by inch, and the golden crow phantom that Chu Chaoyang’s fist exploded collided with the nine-headed dragon soul on Yuwen Jue’s blade!

"boom--"

Where the fist's energy and the blade's light converged, the Yuncang River suddenly stopped flowing, its thousand-foot riverbed exposed like the spine of a dragon!

The twelve beacon towers on both sides of the strait collapsed from their bases, and the basalt weighing hundreds of tons was crushed into dust by the aftershocks. The cracking sound of the earth's veins breaking could be heard from hundreds of miles away.

"This is the seventh on the Heavenly Ranking!" Lei Hao's thunder whip exploded into seven pieces, and the thunder pattern protective aura on his body showed spiderweb-like cracks in the aftershocks.

He stared intently at the golden crow and the dragon shadow entangled in mid-air, his eyes filled with surprise: "Master Chu's 'Great Sun Blazing Sun Technique' can actually withstand the Nine-Ring Golden Blade!"

Yuwen Jue is ranked seventh on the Heavenly Ranking. At this time, Chu Chaoyang is undefeated in his battle against him, which means that Chu Chaoyang's combat strength has entered the top ten of the Heavenly Ranking!

The more powerful individuals there are in the Heavenly Suppression Division, the stronger its power to suppress the world!

The ice cone fragments that exploded in the middle of the river fell like stars, and Chen Duange's Cold Crow Sword Qi was shattered into snow foam by the aftershocks.

The leader of the Cold Crow Sword Sect stumbled and crashed into the broken rocks, his eyes fixed on the battlefield where the nine-headed dragon soul and the golden crow phantom were entangled: "Nine dragons burn the sky, the blade cuts through the vast sea... This is the seventh on the Heavenly Ranking!"

He trembled as he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, gazing at the hundred-foot abyss cleaved open by the sword energy in the middle of the river: "My sword formation, painstakingly cultivated for a hundred years, couldn't even withstand thirty percent of his sword intent..."

Atop the burning mast a hundred feet away, Luo Hongxiu appeared like a ghost. Her expression shifted as she whispered, "The Marquis has turned Jiujiang County into a chessboard, three thousand Immortal-Slaying Crossbows as pieces, and a hundred-mile stretch of the river as the game..."

"He even calculated the escape route of a Grandmaster with perfect accuracy; this is truly a heaven-suppressing technique!"

"Crack!"

The golden crow phantom on Liang Qiyuan's fist had dimmed by three points.

The elder of the Moving Mountain Sect, gazing in the direction of the wooden carriage, suddenly burst into loud laughter: "No need to draw a sword, no blood spilled, yet a Grandmaster can be trapped in a deadly trap—"

"Lord Qingyang, this is the true powerhouse."

Yin Jiuyou appeared like a ghost at the top of the burning mast. The dragon soul in the Soul Refining Lamp let out a mournful cry. His eyes flashed with a sharp light: "Yuwen Jue is burning the dragon soul's essence!"

"He's at his last gasp!"

The battle stretched for thousands of miles. The Zhen Tian Division and the powerful figures of the Eastern Jianghu joined forces to set up a hundred defensive lines. Even Yuwen Jue, a Grandmaster, was exhausted at this time.

Otherwise, why would he turn back and attack Qingyang Marquis?
As if to confirm his words, the nine dragon shadows behind Yuwen Jue suddenly ignited with ghostly blue soul fire.

"kill--"

Yuwen Jue's angry roar rang out, causing the air within a thousand feet to distort.

The icicles formed by the reversed flow of the river rained down on the wooden carriage, each one covered with the unique Soul-Devouring Incantation of the Eastern Wei royal family. "Lord Marquis, be careful!" Liang Qiyuan used his Mountain-Moving Strength to create a mountain phantom and lunged at the icicles, but the moment he touched the incantation, the mountain was corroded, creating honeycomb-like holes.

Chu Chaoyang laughed loudly, shattering three rocks in the middle of the river. As his fists crossed, nine golden crow phantoms exploded: "A dying struggle!"

The golden crow spread its wings, melting the countless ice cones into steam, and a strange purple light suddenly shone in the rising mist.

"boom!"

Sparks from Chu Chaoyang's gauntlets ignited the snow within a ten-zhang radius, and the force of his fist shattered nine layers of ice spikes into dust: "Burning Soul to Extend Life? Old man Yuwen, are you truly exhausted!"

"Bullshit!" Yuwen Jue's eyes were bloodshot, and his broken golden sword cleaved through three zhang of frozen earth. "Who in the world can kill me, Yuwen Jue!"

The moment the blade touched the green wooden carriage, the two dragon steeds suddenly raised their heads and neighed loudly.

The ice beneath their hooves spread into golden light and shadow, and the nine-ringed golden blade disappeared as if it had vanished into thin air, without even disturbing the tassels on the carriage curtain.

"impossible!"

Yuwen Jue's pupils contracted sharply as he suddenly noticed the faint blue glow seeping from the gaps in the carriage shaft—

Protected by the power of the Zhen Tian Si's grand formation, the area around the carriage, three zhang in diameter, was as solid as if it had been forged from Vajra!
Chu Chaoyang laughed loudly, his golden crow and blazing sun power surging: "Yuwen Jue, you still have a chance to escape now, but if you dare to attack the Marquis..."

Before he could finish speaking, Yuwen Jue suddenly tore open the python robe on his chest, revealing the Nine Dragons Devouring Heart Pattern writhing like a living creature: "I'll see if Zhang Qingyang can withstand a Grandmaster's blade!"

Yuwen Jue roared to the sky, and the burning soul fire burst forth. At this moment, the entire water vein of Yun Cang River seemed to be roaring, and endless water mist rose up!
"Zheng——"

Yuwen Jue, taking advantage of the mist, transformed the broken golden knife into a streak of light and pierced straight through the carriage curtain!

"Master Hou!"

Dozens of exclamations erupted from the riverbank as Chen Duange's Star River Sword Qi and Azure Cloud Sword Formation simultaneously clashed with the purple light.

However, as the blade flashed, all seven green bamboo swords snapped at the root, and three elders of the Cold Crow Sword Sect coughed up blood and fell into the river.

The long sword continued its thrust towards the carriage curtain without pause.

"Mr. Chu, please hold the fort for a moment." Zhang Yuan's voice rang out calmly from inside the carriage.

The sound rang out, and the shadow of a fist appeared!
The moment the cyan fist shadow pierced through the carriage curtain, the nine-headed dragon shadow behind Yuwen Jue melted away like frost and snow under the blazing sun.

Tens of thousands of martial artists on the riverbank could clearly see the three layers of illusory heavens floating on the fist: towering mountains, boundless rivers and seas, and arrayed stars!
"when--"

Yuwen Jue trembled and staggered backward.

The force of Qingyang Hou's punch was so great that even this grandmaster couldn't stand up!
Before Yuwen Jue could even catch his breath, his pupils suddenly contracted—

A gust of wind lifted the carriage curtain, and he saw Zhang Yuan sitting upright in the carriage, his left hand on his knee, his right hand loosely holding a chess piece, raising his hand.

A punch is thrown.

There were no howling winds, no unusual celestial phenomena.

The simple starting stance of the Mountain Fist, "Asking the Mountain," triggers thunderous patterns from the heavens the moment it touches the blade.

"Click——"

The golden blade that Yuwen Jue had held in front of his chest shattered inch by inch, and the protective purple aura exploded into a sky full of fireflies.

He heard the cracking sound of his arm bone breaking, not from external force, but from the simultaneous eruption of the forty-nine hidden forces accumulated within his body.

To strike a cow across a mountain, to subdue a dragon across a sea!
The pinnacle of martial arts power circulation and mastery of internal energy!

(End of this chapter)