Great Love for All Heavens Begins with Huang Yaoshi

In Chapter 127, his true energy will reverse, causing him to die suddenly!

The next day.

The group arrived at the foot of the Tianshan Mountains without stopping.

Looking out over the Tianshan Mountains, they saw their majestic peaks, like swords, with snow-capped summits gleaming coldly in the sunlight, resembling unsheathed blades pointing straight to the sky.

The mountainside is shrouded in mist, appearing and disappearing like a fairyland, yet it also gives off an eerie feeling of hidden danger, like a dragon's den or tiger's lair that one can enter but cannot leave.

At the foot of the mountain, verdant pines and cypresses intertwine with craggy rocks, and a winding and wide mountain road spirals upwards, seemingly leading directly to the Absolute Palace at the summit of Tianshan Mountain, which was once the headquarters of the World Alliance, which dominated the martial arts world.

The group did not make any special effort to conceal their presence. Two people suddenly rushed over, and one of them, a handsome and refined young man, knelt down in front of them with a "thump".

“Master, your disciple knows he was wrong. You have removed the ‘Seal of Sacrifice’ from my heart. I will definitely turn over a new leaf and reform myself from now on.”

The white-haired man in black robes among the four coughed lightly, and the nameless man, whose hands were resting on the horse's back, spoke:
"My nameless Tianjian is the best in the world."

Jian Chen, who was kneeling, was taken aback. Bu Jingyun, who was standing to the side, saw Qin Shuang, who had not been there for many years, and was about to rush forward when he was excited. He also stopped and carefully looked at the four of them.

Aside from the nameless man's rather strange behavior, You Ruo felt that he was no different from before. However, upon seeing the familiar yet unfamiliar white-haired man in black robes, her pupils dilated in shock.

"Xiong Ba, are you plotting something again to harm Senior Wuming?!"

"Junior Brother Yun, you've misunderstood."

Qin Shuang quickly dismounted, walked to Bu Jingyun's side, and began to explain the whole story.

Bu Jingyun and Jian Chen, who had already stood up, listened with strange expressions, unsure of what to say.

"My friend Wuming is currently unable to speak freely, but as his close friend, I must say a few words," Zhuang Buran said leisurely.
"I named you Jianchen in the hope that your swordsmanship would be like the morning sun, bright but not fierce, gentle but not weak."

"But I never expected you to be so useless. I've spent so many years teaching you, and it's all been wasted."

“My second disciple has a blood feud with me, so it’s normal for him to want to rebel against the Heavenly Gang. But you are the disciple whom Brother Wuming raised with his own hands, yet you want to kill him.”

"They think that by kneeling down and admitting their mistakes, they can turn a big problem into a small one, and a small problem into nothing."

He paused, his face showing a look of compassion for humanity:
“This pent-up anger is something your mentor, Brother Wuming, can’t get out of it. I’ll help him get it out.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Jian Chen spat out a mouthful of blood, seemingly kneeling on the ground as if he had been seriously injured.

The nameless man's expression changed, and he tried to get up to check on his disciple's injuries, but then he heard a casual voice in his ear:
“Brother Wuming, there’s no need to worry. Your disciple is deeply troubled by demonic thoughts. I’ll just cripple his martial arts.”

"After ten years of self-cultivation, you may be able to master the supreme skills of the Sword Sect, and then you will truly have a disciple who can inherit your unique skills."

The white-haired man in black robes said casually:
"If you want me to continue helping you eliminate the Godless Palace, then reply that I, Heavenly Sword Nameless, am the best in the world. If not, I will immediately return home."

"I suppose you wouldn't want to give up all your previous efforts, after all, you've lost face along the way, and your disciple has already lost his skills. The thought of testing me has never left your mind."

He smiled:
"Brother Wuming, what are your plans?"

Wuming frowned as he glanced at his disciple, sensing that only his dantian and qi sea were damaged, and his life was not in danger. After pondering for a while, he finally said:

"My nameless Tianjian is the best in the world."

"What a saga of a martial arts legend, one who cares deeply for the world." Zhuang Buran glanced at Bu Jingyun and smiled.

"The gentle and pure Huo family true qi, the passionate and inexplicably sorrowful true qi, the elusive and unpredictable Cloud-Dispelling Palm force, the profound and extensive Tathagata Palm internal force, the true qi of Sword Twenty-Two, and the fierce and yang Qilin Fire Force."

"Jingyun, the many chaotic streams of true energy within your body are quite compatible with one of my martial arts techniques. Would you like to learn it?"

"You're so kind?" Bu Jingyun said coldly.

"Haha, you should consider the owner before beating a dog. You should think about it carefully."

The white-haired man in black robes sneered, spurred his horse, and rode it up the mountain. Seeing this, You Ruo quickly spoke:
“Senior Brother Yun, my father must have wanted to make amends, otherwise he wouldn’t have taught Senior Brother Shuang and me such a powerful martial art all these years.”

"Take you for granted right now. Regardless of Senior Brother Shuang, I'm pretty confident I can take you down in ten moves. You'd better think this through carefully."

After saying that, she spurred her horse and chased after the white-haired man in black robes.

As Wuming watched someone walk further and further away, he whispered to his apprentice that he would return to Zhonghua Pavilion to recuperate before riding up the mountain.

Qin Shuang said with a serious expression:
“Junior Brother Yun, let’s not talk about your desire for revenge. If you want to greatly improve your martial arts and protect those close to you, learning Master’s martial arts would be a shortcut.” “Hmph, I’d like to see just how much his skill will improve after he fully recovers.”

Bu Jingyun leaped up and mounted his black horse in the distance to follow, while Qin Shuang also spurred her horse up and rode up the mountain.

About half an hour later.

After the group reached the mountainside, due to the treacherous terrain and swirling clouds and mist, they could only use their light-footed skills to reach the summit.

During this time, they naturally encountered many subordinates of the Godless Palace, but Qin Shuang alone defeated them all.

At the summit of Tianshan Mountain, a series of palaces stand side by side, resembling celestial palaces suspended in the heavens.

The palace complex rose in layers, its golden roofs gleaming in the sunlight, inspiring awe. However, compared to its domineering and magnificent appearance during the World Society era, it now leaned more towards a cold and somber atmosphere.

Before a massive palace gate stood over a thousand elite guards. Zhuang Buran looked at the nameless figure, who was using his hands instead of feet:
“Brother Wuming, I’ll leave these rabble to you. Let me witness the supreme skill of swordsmanship.”

"My nameless Tianjian is the best in the world."

Nameless, perhaps out of habit, instinctively replied, his aura surging, and countless sharp and fierce sword shadows appeared in the sky.

Then, with the force of ten thousand swords unleashed simultaneously, they swept forward in an overwhelming barrage.

"Ahhh!"

Screams echoed as the elite guards stationed at the palace gates fell dead one after another.

Zhuang Bu Ran nodded:
"It's really not bad, but unfortunately the skill level is a little lacking."

He strode forward, with You Ruo and the others following closely behind.

The white-haired man in black robes, as if on a spring outing, admired the pavilions, halls, and training grounds that caught his eye.

They saw that Wuming was surrounded by sword energy, which cut down all those who blocked their way. They then smoothly arrived at the outside of a grand hall.

"The hundreds of stone steps outside this hall have left a deep impression on me," Zhuang Buran chuckled.

"If it weren't for my second disciple, who has a rebellious bone in the back of his head, intervening in time, I would probably have died at the hands of the Sword Saint."

Immediately, Qin Shuang and You Ruo couldn't help but glance at Bu Jingyun, who had been silent all along.

A muscular giant emerged from the hall. His hair was as messy as a lion's mane, his face was full of flesh, and he was shirtless, wearing only a black training trousers. His muscles bulged like rocks.

“Which of you is Nameless? I, the Fist God, want to know how many punches this so-called legend of the Central Plains martial arts world can withstand from me.”

The burly man grinned, revealing his gleaming white teeth, and leaped down, landing not far from the group.

Instantly, an extremely powerful and unyielding fist intent erupted.

It makes one feel as if they are trapped in a situation where they cannot breathe or gain any leverage, as if once the fist's intent is unleashed, the space will be torn apart, and they themselves will be shattered to pieces.

You Ruo and the other two had this kind of spiritual warning, and they stared at the big man as if facing a formidable enemy.

“Brother Wuming, your fellow sufferer has arrived. It seems that he has not only been poisoned by a strange toxin, but has also been unable to eat or sleep well for a long time. Even so, he continues to push his body’s potential to the limit, causing internal injuries without realizing it.”

Zhuang Buran had one hand behind his back and the other hand slightly raised, as if playing a zither:

"Like a taut musical string, a slight pull..."

As he said this, the Fist God felt his meridians tremble, and his true energy surged uncontrollably, rushing straight to his head.

"what!"

With a furious roar, the Fist God's face contorted in rage, blood gushing from his seven orifices, before he crashed to the ground.

"Then his true energy will reverse, and he will die suddenly!"

The voice of the white-haired man in black robes, tinged with a hint of laughter, reached everyone's ears, sending chills down their spines and making their hair stand on end.

(End of this chapter)