Simultaneous travel: I am rampant in the domestic area

The fifteenth of August is the Mid-Autumn Festival.

The weather was perfect; today, Ming'an Township was cloudless, and the sun shone down without reservation, making Yunchuan Lake sparkle like a giant sapphire embedded among the green mountains.

The shores of Yunchuan Lake were already packed with people, including high-ranking officials, wealthy merchants, martial arts heroes, imperial relatives, and even the emperor himself.

At this very moment, in the best vantage point at the northern end, the young Emperor Zhan Doudou of Northern Qi sat peacefully, flanked by Lang Tao in red and Haitang Duoduo in plain white, barefoot.

Si Li sat quietly opposite Zhan Doudou, but his gaze traveled across the lake, fixed on the figure in a blue robe sitting cross-legged on the island in the middle of the lake.

Today marks the beginning and the end of the battle of the grandmasters.

Russell had already been meditating and adjusting his breathing in the center of the island.

After nearly two months of consolidation, his Grandmaster realm has been completely stabilized. The immense power within his body, originating from the Heavenly Strategy Mansion and the domineering true energy, has become perfectly integrated. His essence, energy, and spirit have all reached an unprecedented peak, like a peerless divine weapon sheathed, waiting for the moment to be unsheathed and astonish the world.

At the forefront of the Southern Qing army, the First Prince, atop his magnificent warhorse, gazed at the island in the middle of the lake, a thought tumbling out to himself: "This is a Grandmaster? So young..."

The Grandmaster, this inhuman being, suddenly appeared more than 30 years ago. Before that, the highest level of martial arts in the world was the ninth rank.

It was precisely because of the inexplicable emergence of a Grandmaster, a monster capable of single-handedly confronting the machinery of the state, that Nanqing's unification of the world had to slow down and eventually come to a halt.

He is only in his early twenties, and since he grew up, the Grandmaster has disappeared. Today is the first time he has seen a living Grandmaster.

As he was thinking this, a slight commotion arose from the orderly military formation behind him.

The eldest prince frowned and turned around, only to see the soldiers seemingly parted by an invisible hand, automatically making way for him.

At the same time, his warhorse and all the other mounts around him began to paw restlessly and neigh softly, appearing extremely agitated.

The eldest prince quickly comforted his beloved horse, his heart filled with doubt and unease.

In that blink of an eye, a figure silently appeared at the end of the passage cleared by the army formation, right in front of him.

The person who came was wearing a faded linen outfit and a large straw hat that covered most of his face.

But that aura of profound stillness and imposing grandeur, blending seamlessly with heaven and earth, instantly sent chills down the prince's spine.

The visitor was none other than Ye Liuyun, the guardian deity of Nanqing and a grandmaster.

Ye Liuyun ignored the eldest prince, slightly raised his hat, and his gaze swept across Russell on the island in the middle of the lake like lightning, then quickly scanned the entire scene, as if searching for something.

Not finding the expected figure in black, he felt slightly relieved. Sure enough, Wu Zhu only cared about Fan Xian's life or death.

Without lingering, he lightly stepped onto the shore, his figure seemingly merging into the wind. Everyone only saw a blur before their eyes, and when they saw him again, he had appeared on the island in the middle of the lake as if by teleportation, facing Russell from afar.

Russell, who was sitting cross-legged, slowly rose, dusted off non-existent dust from his clothes, faced the newcomer, and said in a calm tone: "Mr. Ye, I have long admired your name."

Ye Liuyun's voice was deep, with a peculiar charm: "I dare not. In terms of reputation, I admire young friend Luo more. After all, not everyone has such courage to create such a spectacular scene."

Russell chuckled, not responding to the question, and instead said, "Mr. Ye, why don't we guess who will arrive first?"

Ye Liuyun pondered for a moment and said, "Dongyi City is a bit close to here. Si Gu Jian is a madman with an impatient temperament. I guess it's him."

Russell shook his head, and the black silk turned to the north: "Then I guess it is Master Kuhe."

As if to confirm his words, the moment he finished speaking, an uncontrollable commotion arose from the Northern Qi army.

An elderly man, dressed in simple ascetic robes, with a kind face but deep eyes, was walking step by step from the north.

His steps appeared slow, but each step covered several meters. With a few flashes, he had already skimmed across the lake and gently landed on the island in the middle of the lake.

Kuhe arrived silently, yet carried with her a compassionate yet heavy aura.

Then, almost simultaneously, the three people on the island turned their gazes to the east.

A fierce and domineering sword aura, seemingly capable of piercing the sky, suddenly rose into the air from the deserted mountain forest in the east without warning.

As the sword intent raged, the lush trees in that mountain forest began to shed their leaves inexplicably and frantically. The green leaves seemed to be torn off by an invisible hand, and in the blink of an eye, they piled up into thick mounds of green under the trees.

A blurry figure flashed by in the woods.

The next moment, a thin, unremarkable middle-aged man appeared on the island in the middle of the lake.

He had an ordinary sword hanging at his waist, but he himself was like a drawn sword, ready to destroy everything.

Si Gu Jian also arrived.

Si Gu Jian's gaze swept over the four people on the island, his brows furrowing as usual: "There's still one missing. The one hidden in the Qing Kingdom's palace hasn't arrived yet?"

Master Kuhe laughed and said, "If he doesn't come, then we'll go and find him. He's going to show up today no matter what."

Ye Liuyun sighed: "Since that's the case, let's set off."

Just as the four masters were about to leave the island in the middle of the lake and head straight for the capital, a deep and solemn horn sounded from the direction of Ming'an Township!
A bright yellow dragon banner, symbolizing the supreme ruler, slowly drove from the country road, escorted by a team of silent, elite black-clad riders, and finally came to a stop on the shore of Yunchuan Lake.

After a brief moment of astonishment, all the officials, wealthy merchants, and soldiers of Nanqing knelt down like a tidal wave, shouting "Long live the Emperor!"

The sedan curtain was lifted, and Emperor Qing, dressed in a dragon robe that exuded imperial majesty, slowly stepped down from the sedan chair.

The driver was a middle-aged man dressed in ordinary clothes.

He possessed no internal strength whatsoever, yet no one was willing to treat him as an ordinary person, because it was clear that from the capital to here, apart from the necessary guards, Emperor Qing only had a coachman by his side, and he didn't even bring Hong Sixiang.

Si Gu Jian frowned slightly, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes: "He actually came in person? He really isn't afraid of death."

Master Kuhe's gaze fell on the plain-clothed coachman, and he slowly said, "Just like that blind man, strange."

The coachman and Wu Zhu must have come from the same place, so Emperor Qing had somehow made contact with the temple without anyone knowing.

Si Gu Jian snorted coldly, not replying, but the seriousness in his eyes deepened.

Just when everyone thought that the coachman in plain clothes was the last Grandmaster, Emperor Qing walked side by side with the coachman to the shore of Yun Chuan Lake.

Then, a terrifying aura, powerful enough to change the very fabric of the world, began to surge into Emperor Qing's body like a primordial beast awakening.

boom! ! !
An exceptionally powerful and domineering pressure emanated from Emperor Qing, spreading outwards in all directions. Although his body showed no change, everyone present, from grandmasters to ordinary soldiers, experienced an irresistible illusion in that instant, as if a towering mountain, reaching to the heavens and earth, was descending from the sky, suppressing all things!
The intensity and purity of this true energy even faintly exceeded the limits that a mortal body could contain; it was no longer the aura of a martial artist, but rather something akin to divine might.

Only now did everyone realize with horror that Emperor Qing himself was the fourth Grandmaster who had been hiding deep in the palace!
Emperor Qing and the silent, unclothed master walked together, their figures flashing as they traversed the water and arrived at the island in the center of the lake.

As the two supreme experts landed on the island, the sky seemed unable to withstand the combined pressure. Layers of dark clouds gathered rapidly from all directions without any apparent reason, blotting out the sun and turning the once clear sky into a gloomy and terrifying one.

The air pressure in the entire Ming'an Township suddenly dropped, pressing heavily on everyone's hearts and making it difficult to breathe.

Master Kuhe looked at Emperor Qing, whose aura had completely changed, and slowly said, "I didn't expect that Your Majesty would choose to expose yourself."

Emperor Qing stood with his hands behind his back, his dragon robe fluttering in the increasingly biting lake wind.

He gave a cold laugh, his gaze sweeping over the four people opposite him: "If I hadn't been exposed, wouldn't you have joined forces to go to the capital and take my head?"

Si Gu Jian made no attempt to beat around the bush, speaking bluntly with his sword aura soaring to the sky: "So be it. Four against two, you are doomed to die today, no matter what."

Upon hearing this, Emperor Qing did not get angry but laughed. He turned his gaze to Ye Liuyun beside him and said in a strange tone, "Uncle Liuyun, do you also want to take my life? I have never treated the Ye family badly since I ascended the throne."

A complex expression appeared on Ye Liuyun's face, but it quickly turned into determination. He sighed and said, "Didn't Your Majesty also keep this matter from me until today? Hasn't Your Majesty already harbored suspicion towards the Ye family?"

He paused, his voice turning cold: "In that case, what's wrong with me choosing to strike first?"

"Hahahaha!" Emperor Qing suddenly burst into laughter, his laughter causing ripples on the lake's surface. He said with an air of domineering arrogance, "At this point, what's the point of discussing who is right and who is wrong? The truth of the world has always been that the winner is king and the loser is a bandit! Enough of this idle talk."

His laughter abruptly stopped, and his eyes suddenly turned cold and sharp, like two tangible lightning bolts, sweeping over the four grandmasters opposite him: "If you want to kill me, then come on!"

“Boom!”

The wind suddenly turned into a mournful howl, and in the dark, cloud-covered sky, a muffled rumble of thunder could be heard, as if even this world could not withstand the aura of the five strongest beings in the mortal realm, and was groaning in pain.

A single, icy raindrop, caught off guard, fell from the thickest layers of dark clouds, striking the lake and creating a barely perceptible ripple.

Momentum!
Five completely different, yet equally powerful forces capable of shaking the heavens and the earth, erupted at this moment on the island in the heart of Yunchuan Lake.

The domineering and arrogant imperial power.

Compassionate and profound natural forces.

The free and unrestrained flow of clouds.

A frenzied, destructive killing spree.

A fierce and burning fighting spirit.

The five powerful forces interfered with, leaned against, clashed, and squeezed each other... Inevitably, they collided and merged, transforming into an invisible yet seemingly visible terrifying pillar of energy that shot into the sky and pierced the clouds!
In an instant, the wind and clouds changed color, the lake water surged backward, and the entire earth seemed to tremble and prostrate itself in submission under this overwhelming and intertwined pressure.

Si Gu Jian moved first. The long sword slowly slid down from his hand, but stopped in mid-air and did not fall. In an instant, it regained its brilliance. A bright light pierced through the sword tip from the hilt. The killing intent pointed directly to the earth and then to the sky. It was unstoppable and rushed forward. In just a moment, it was close to Emperor Qing.

Emperor Qing simply pushed his palm forward, and the air seemed to be tangible as he pushed it aside. Amidst the violent explosion, a sudden gust of wind swept in all directions.

The sword intent clashed with the palm wind, and a dull collision resounded throughout the entire Yun Chuan Lake.

At the same moment, Ye Liuyun also made his move, extending his pair of pure white hands from his sleeve, only to be met with the blade of the master in plain clothes.

The blade was so fast that Ye Liuyun felt as if he had returned to the time when he was not yet a grandmaster.

The person in front of me used the same method as the blind man from back then.

Just when both battlefields seemed to be at a stalemate, Ku He also set off at the same time.

His clothes began to billow as he appeared behind Emperor Qing, unleashing a palm strike imbued with the power of heaven and earth.

Emperor Qing's black hair and beard stood on end as if struck by lightning, and his true energy suddenly burst forth. With a backhand, amidst the bombardment of air currents, he freed up a palm to face Ku He.

For a moment, Russell, who had initiated this battle, seemed to be an outsider.

Russell smirked and took the initiative to meet the Grandmaster in plain clothes who was fighting Ye Liuyun.

The Master in Plain Clothes and Wu Zhu are the same model of robot. Now, he wields a long sword, and the speed of his blade is in no way inferior to that of Wu Zhu.

The master in plain clothes pushed aside Ye Liuyun and went straight to meet Russell, like two streaks of light meeting suddenly.

Russell shattered the longsword of the master in plain clothes with a single punch. His blood surged like molten lava flowing through his body, and the white steam rising from his sweat vaporized the air.

He began exchanging punches with his opponent.

Like a series of thunderous explosions, Russell's punches were all imbued with the power of his blood and qi, and the strength of his muscles and bones, without any trace of true qi.

Driven by his incredibly powerful body, the air rippled like water, and an extremely violent airflow was generated during his exchange of blows with the master in plain clothes.

Despite his steely physique, the master in plain clothes couldn't stop retreating when faced with Russell's heavy punches.

Ye Liuyun's eyes narrowed, knowing that now was no longer the time to endure. He suddenly pulled back his hand, which had been pushing nearly halfway, and the surrounding air currents and gales followed his movement. When his five fingers clenched together, they made a series of loud bangs.

It's as if the invisible winds and clouds are all in his grasp.

Then, with a palm strike, it seemed as if clouds and smoke rose into the sky.

Just as Russell punched the Grandmaster in plain clothes away, he felt a surge of killing intent coming from behind him like a tidal wave, and then a crystal-clear, jade-like hand firmly imprinted itself on his back.

Upon seeing this, Emperor Qing's face lit up with joy, while Si Gu Jian and Ku He's faces revealed ominous expressions.

Si Gu Jian was caught off guard by Ye Liuyun's sudden betrayal, but Ku He had no idea what Luo Su was doing.

He clearly knew that Ye Liuyun was Emperor Qing's spy, so why was he unwilling to join forces with them to besiege Emperor Qing? Now he has even been ambushed by Ye Liuyun.

The atmosphere in the arena seemed to freeze for a moment.

However, Ye Liuyun showed no joy at his successful attack; instead, his face was filled with disbelief.

With this palm strike, he didn't feel any feedback from the force penetrating his flesh. Instead, it felt like when he first started learning martial arts and hit an iron plate with his bare hands.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, Russell, who had taken the full force of the blow, turned his head and revealed a bloodthirsty smile to Ye Liuyun. Then, he turned and threw a punch! (End of Chapter)