Great Love for All Heavens Begins with Huang Yaoshi

Chapter 128 What kind of trash dares to compare himself to this old man?
At this moment, not only was Wuming's pupils trembling with shock, feeling that someone's martial arts had reached a level that even he couldn't fathom, but Bu Jingyun was also greatly terrified.

An opponent whom he feared he could not defeat even with all his might was taken from the white-haired, black-robed man in the blink of an eye. One can only imagine the unfathomable level of his martial arts skills.

Qin Shuang was also terrified. She knew that she was far inferior to her master's martial arts skills, but even after witnessing it with her own eyes, she still felt that she had greatly underestimated him.

Only You Ruo showed surprise, not fear.

At this moment, a young man wielding a long sword gradually approached. His long hair flowed freely, his pupils were as red as fire, and his whole body exuded an incomparably violent aura. Like a mindless puppet, he coldly headed straight for the main hall of the Palace of Absolute Gods.

"Interesting. Those who have fallen into the demonic path are all unable to control their bloodlust and only want to go on a killing spree, slaughtering all living beings."

Zhuang Buran turned to look at him:
"After Feng'er became a demon, she still retained a trace of humanity. Whenever she encountered someone she considered most important, she would sheathe her sword and leave. Now, she only has one thought: to kill the person she wanted to kill before she became a demon."

"Father, do you have any way to save Senior Brother Feng?" You Ruo asked hurriedly.

"There's no hope. Just wait to die," the white-haired man in black robes said indifferently.

Before You Ruo could even feel sad, she saw the amused smile on her father's lips.

"Father, you're teasing your daughter again."

"Sigh, daughters are gone once they grow up. I didn't expect you to still care about this saint. Suddenly, I find his demonic appearance extremely pleasing to the eye."

"What saint? Senior Brother Feng is a man," You Ruo corrected helplessly.

"Judging from his state, the key to why he hasn't completely fallen into demonic possession is that, although it's partly due to his practice of swordsmanship, the main reason is that his heart is entangled by a strand of affection."

The white-haired man in black robes glanced sideways at You Ruo:
"But this thread of affection doesn't belong to you."

"Father, I care about nothing else but the safety of Senior Brother Feng." You Ruo hugged the arm of the white-haired, black-robed man.
“I believe you must have a way to save Senior Brother Feng. After all, he is your disciple. When Senior Brother Yun wanted revenge, he was very mindful of the master-disciple relationship and tried to stop Senior Brother Yun.”

"It's not impossible for me to help my father."

Upon hearing this, not only did You Ruo's face light up with joy, but Qin Shuang and Bu Jingyun also looked at the white-haired, black-robed man with hopeful eyes.

Wuming, however, had a bad feeling and sensed that something was going to go wrong.

"As long as Jingyun cries a lot and performs the three kneelings and nine prostrations to me, and addresses me as his mentor from now on, I will let Feng'er recover," Zhuang Buran said slowly.

Everyone fell silent. Who in the world didn't know Bu Jingyun's reputation as the Uncrying God of Death? Moreover, times had changed. He was no longer the weak child he once was. Why would he perform the three kneelings and nine prostrations and demand that he be addressed as "Master"? Such a heart-wrenching act was worse than killing him.

With a flick of his sleeve, the white-haired man in black robes sent a smooth, gust of wind striking the back of Nie Feng's head, causing him to faint instantly. Just as he was about to fall to the ground, Qin Shuang darted forward and caught him.

"Jingyun, I'll give you time to think it over. Once you've made up your mind, bring Feng'er to Ruoshui Residence."

Zhuang Buran climbed the steps, ignoring the crowd.

You Ruo shook her head with a wry smile at Qin Shuang and Bu Jingyun, indicating that she was powerless to help.

Wuming sighed softly and followed closely behind the white-haired man in black robes. The most important thing now was to eliminate the Wushen Jue Palace.

Knowing that someone could help Nie Feng break free from his demonic possession, You Ruo and the others breathed a sigh of relief and quickly followed.

Zhuang Buran stepped into the main hall and walked smoothly into the depths of the hall.

Wherever it went, the guards of the Wushen Jue Palace fell to the ground, all killed by a fierce, sword-like aura, rendering the hidden mechanisms useless.

A short while later, a tall and strong man was seen sitting in the main hall. His muscles were as bulging as an iron tower, his shoulders were broad and his back was thick, his short beard was cold and his eyes were cold. He was wearing armor and had a short beard on his chin, showing the appearance of a hero.

"and who are you?"

The tall, burly man's eyes were as sharp as a hawk's, and his voice was as loud as a bell:
"Although Wuming has become my defeated opponent, he still has the reputation of being a martial arts legend. But today he has fallen so low that he has to hide behind you, a nobody."

Zhuang Bu Ran stood with his hands behind his back:

"This city was built by my own hand, yet you dare ask me who I am."

"You," the white-haired, black-robed man interrupted with a smile, "Immediately stand up."
"I am the Overlord."

"I never expected that Wuming would find such a helpful person as you."

Absolutely no God sneered:
"Rumors in the martial arts world say that your martial arts have been completely destroyed, but it seems that these are all rumors. It is probably because the nameless man saved your life back then that you have come here to become his lackey."

"Xiong Ba, I had previously thought of you and me as equals, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of mutual respect."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wuming, who used his hands instead of feet, walked to the side of the white-haired man in black robes, and You Ruo and the others also arrived in time.

"Nameless, what's with this pose?" Jue Wushen asked with a suspicious look.

"I, Wuming the Heavenly Sword, am the best in the world," Wuming said expressionlessly.

"Arrogant! A defeated opponent dares to claim to be the best in the world!" Jue Wushen laughed in extreme anger.

Zhuang Buran walked out unhurriedly:

"I've heard that you used your extraordinary talent and wisdom to painstakingly study and transform the essence of the Golden Bell Cover into a peerless hard skill known as the one that makes one indestructible."

"Even a divine weapon like the Peerless Sword couldn't break through your defense, and even the Nameless One's Ten Thousand Swords Return to One attack was helpless."

His aura surged, making everyone in the hall feel as if the white-haired, black-robed man had merged with heaven and earth, reaching a state of perfect harmony, as if he were always in control of the right time, place, and people, able to use all things in the world for his own purposes, as if he had transformed into a vast and boundless sky.

As if teleporting, he appeared in front of Jue Wushen, his index finger tip carrying a powerful spiraling true energy, and lightly touched Jue Wushen's brow.

"Father has indeed also cultivated the 'Book of Forgetfulness,' which uses the 'terrain' technique of Qimen Dunjia to subtly change the terrain, shorten distances, and move objects."

You Ruo sighed softly:

"There is also the 'Heavenly Will' technique, which can both use the power of heaven and earth to attack targets in a way that is capable of destroying the world, and also evade and absorb all damage that is impossible to resist."

"The difference between my father's hands and mine is like heaven and earth. I am still in the early stages of learning."

At the same time, Absolute God said indifferently:
What do you call that finger gesture?

Zhuang Buran had a smile playing on his lips:

"The martial arts world is divided into thousands of schools and sects, but they all originate from the same source. The essence of martial arts is limited to points and surfaces."

"Some people practice heavy blows to the surface, while others practice light pokes to the point."

"In this world, I am particularly skilled at light touches. Your hard skills do not have any weaknesses, except for the area under your armpit."

"However, in my eyes, your whole body is full of gaps and holes. If the gap under your armpit is the size of a grain of rice, the gaps in other places are as small as the tip of a needle."

"My finger technique is just right to break through the nail and stitches, so that the true force enters the enemy's body and rotates, thereby severing his tendons and shattering his internal organs. It is called the 'Seven Spinning Finger Technique for Breaking the Armor'."

"Good name!"

Jue Wushen cried out "Good!", blood trickling from his seven orifices. He immediately died, collapsing onto the seat behind him, his head falling heavily to the ground.

“It’s a good name nonetheless,” the white-haired man in black robes said as he turned around.
"What a piece of trash, daring to compare himself to this old man."

As Wushen died, Wuming, caught off guard, didn't immediately get up but instead asked in bewilderment:

"Brother Xiong, I clearly sense that your skill level is not much higher than mine at my peak, so how could you so easily kill Jue Wushen?"

"No matter how powerful martial arts are, they are just techniques. How can they reach the heavens? I have already passed the age of cultivating techniques but not the Tao."

Zhuang Buran said calmly:

"The difference in skill level is not significant to me, because compared to the universe, a human body is like a drop in the ocean, utterly insignificant."

(End of this chapter)