Starting with the divine power of the Great Vajra, he traversed the heavens.

Chapter 182 Unparalleled Through the Ages
The Double Ninth Festival falls on the ninth day of the ninth lunar month.

A shocking piece of news spread throughout the world.

The three "Three Fiends of the Northern Frontier" stormed Shaoshi Mountain alone and wreaked havoc on the Shaolin Temple.

The Great Compassion Zen Master, the monks of the Bitter Generation, Huo Tianqing, and masters from the Huashan Sect, the Beggars' Sect, and the Kongtong Sect joined forces to kill him.

However, he was defeated by "Butcher" Ren Laomo with a single sword.

According to the recollections of the few survivors, Ren Laomo's "Divine Sword Capturing Dragon" could be either long or short, sometimes reaching tens of feet in length, and sometimes so short that it could be held in one's hand. It could also be used as an invisible sword, as fast as frost and snow, and as powerful as the collapse of the sky and the sinking of the earth.

It's just like the legendary sword immortal sword pill.

Then, he also broke the Arhat Formation with a wave of his hand, and all 108 monks were crushed into mincemeat, a truly horrific sight!

Of course, that's not the scariest part.

The most terrifying thing is that divine punishment suddenly descends from the sky, with fiery clouds burning the heavens and the earth cracking open.

The enormous explosion and the bright light were clearly visible even to people in Qingyuan County, dozens of miles away.

It is said that the fire burned for seven days, turning Shaolin Temple into a wasteland. Tens of thousands of martial arts practitioners who attended the event suffered heavy casualties, and less than one in ten managed to escape.

It can be said that the entire martial arts world of the Central Plains was utterly ruined after this battle.
Similarly, the imperial guards who were poised to attack from the foot of the mountain were also affected, and they were routed and fled, suffering heavy casualties.

Upon hearing the news, the emperor in the capital was furious and ordered a thorough investigation.
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The aftershocks of the Battle of Shaoshi Mountain still reverberate throughout the land, stirring up the entire martial arts world like a boiling river, and also making foreign forces in the border regions and coastal areas restless.

One month later.

The first snow fell in Beijing in October.

Looking out, the vast capital city was shrouded in desolation, as if mourning the bloody and tragic battle at Shaoshi Mountain last month.

In the top-class room of a guesthouse.

Shao Yang and the little beggar stared at Ding An, who was snoring, their faces complicated.

At this moment, Ding'an's whole body was flushed red, even turning somewhat purplish. With each breath, he slowly exhaled wisps of white air, which looked extremely astonishing.

The two of them turned their gaze to the table.

On the table was a piece of charred wooden arm.

"Sigh, I can already foresee it." The little beggar pouted, his round face squeezed together. "What will he yell about when he wakes up with his severed hand?"

Ren Shaoyang was also troubled, and said while rubbing his forehead, "Let's talk about it as soon as he wakes up."

Hongxiu shook her head vigorously and said, "A severed hand is incredibly lucky; its life is as strong as a cockroach's. Nothing will happen to it!"

Ren Shaoyang said quietly, "Eight of his fourteen meridians have been destroyed, his five internal organs are empty, and his bones and muscles are almost burned to charcoal."

Hongxiu rolled her eyes at him, annoyed: "Of course I know! A normal person would have turned to ashes long ago, but Ding'an is still alive, isn't that a blessing?"

The two were silent for a moment, then said in unison, "The Divine Illumination Scripture!"

Ren Shaoyang said, "That makes sense. He has been converted by my 'Great Vajra Divine Power,' so he is no longer in danger of losing his life."

"Alas! Is this a hurdle that all those who practice the 'Wedding Dress Divine Skill' must overcome?" the little beggar sighed. "I thought that with the help of the 'Divine Illumination Scripture,' I wouldn't have to start over after losing my hand, but I didn't expect that I still couldn't escape it."

Ren Shaoyang said, "Being alive is a success!" He patted the little beggar's head and said slowly, "The 'Burning City' of the severed hand was too fierce. The body couldn't withstand the violent fire, and even the prosthetic hand was burned."

He paused, then continued, "But this may not necessarily be a bad thing."

"A good thing?" The little beggar raised his eyebrows, then his eyes suddenly lit up. "Just like my 'Heavenly Wrath True Qi'?"

“That’s right!” Ren Shaoyang nodded. “The original ‘Heavenly Wrath True Qi’ devours its master’s blood; practicing it to the end would probably be suicide. But after you dispersed the Heavenly Wrath True Qi throughout your body’s acupoints, there was no longer such a hidden danger. Isn’t this a case of turning misfortune into blessing after undergoing tribulation?”

"After he wakes up with the severed hand, will he be able to control the raging fire that burns the city?"

Ren Shaoyang smiled and said calmly, "Ding'an has great fortune, so there shouldn't be any problem."

Hongxiu clapped her hands and laughed, "Haha! That's good!"

Just then, a loud thud was heard, followed by a scream.

The two turned their heads and saw Ding'an lying on the bed, his buttocks sticking out, clutching his head and crying out in pain.

"My God, he can jump around like that." Ren Shaoyang couldn't help but complain, "Is he 'physically and muscularly decayed'?"
"What are you saying?" The little beggar elbowed him and shouted, "Go help him up!"

"Oh~!"

The two quickly stepped forward to help Ding'an up.
Ding'an was covered in bandages, his face as red as Guan Yu's, and he was clutching his forehead, crying out in pain.

When he saw Shao Yang and Hong Xiu, he suddenly froze, then cried out in a trembling voice, "Crippled man, Hong Xiu, you're not dead?"

Ren Shaoyang and Hongxiu looked at each other and scratched their heads.

The little beggar stepped forward and touched his forehead, asking in confusion, "You don't have a fever? Why are you talking nonsense?"

Ding An blankly reached out his left hand and pinched her face.

Hongxiu was confused and let him pinch her.

Ding An felt the fabric was slippery to the touch, and when he pulled it apart it was like a pancake. He couldn't help but chuckle foolishly, "Really, really, you're not dead! You're not dead! Hahahaha!" He laughed loudly, but couldn't help but shed two lines of hot tears.

Ren Shaoyang stepped forward and asked, "Ding'an, what's wrong?"

Ding'an was stunned upon hearing this, then muttered, "I... I fought with the old man and the Taoist priest for a long time, and then I dreamed that you all died, died in front of me, but I just couldn't save you." As he spoke, his eyes were fixed on them, and tears streamed down his face. "You abandoned me, you abandoned me and died!"

After saying that, she burst into tears. The tears that streamed down her cheeks dried instantly as they were scalded by the heat.

Hongxiu felt a pang of heartache upon hearing this, and stepped forward to hug him, saying in a hoarse voice, "It's alright, it's alright! Aren't we still here? Don't worry, we won't abandon you!"

Ren Shaoyang stepped forward, patted him on the shoulder, and laughed, "We're going to live for a very, very long time, so let's not talk about anything else!"

Upon hearing this, Ding'an finally broke into a smile through her tears and raised her hand to wipe them away.

Suddenly, he was struck dumb as if by lightning.

He froze completely.

"Oh no!" Ren Shaoyang and Hongxiu exclaimed in unison, "It's coming!"

The next moment, Ding'an cried out in agony, "Ah! My hand!"
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If the bloody battle at Shaoshi Mountain on the Double Ninth Festival plunged the entire martial arts world, and even the whole world, into terror...

So, the Lantern Festival is on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month.

The battle between Ye Gucheng, the Lord of Baiyun City, and Ximen Chuixue once again ignited the martial arts world.

On a night of full moon, atop the Forbidden City. A sword comes from the west, a celestial being descends from the heavens!

The moon shines brightly in the night, its cold light penetrating to the bone. The previous night, the snow fell heavily, turning everything white, yet it also made the cold moon and frozen clouds in the sky appear dazzlingly cold!
The entire Forbidden City is now eerily quiet, except for the soft crunching sound of eunuchs and palace maids stepping on the snow.

Everyone went to the Hall of Supreme Harmony to watch the duel between Ye Gucheng and Ximen Chuixue.

In a side hall.

The Crown Prince of the South has already changed into a wide dragon robe and is ready to set off.

On the other side, Hongxiu and Ye Gucheng, one in red and the other in white, sat drinking tea.

The side hall was quiet and deserted. Wang An, the inside man, had made all the arrangements. As long as they passed through this door, they could go straight to the imperial study.

Hongxiu glanced around and felt that the spacious palace was unusually cold at this moment, like a huge cage that locked people inside.

The high walls and palaces are like fences, impenetrable. People want to get in, but once they get out, they can never get out again.

Ye Gucheng suddenly asked, "Ren Jianshen and Dao Huang?"

Hongxiu smiled and said, "They lost the bet and promised to do something extremely difficult for me."

"Oh?" Ye Gucheng chuckled. "Is there anything else that you all find difficult?"

The prince was also very curious and leaned over to listen.

Hongxiu smiled proudly, uttering two words from her red lips: "Soybean juice!" Ye Gucheng and the prince were stunned, exchanged glances, and then both smiled bitterly: "This is indeed difficult."

Hongxiu smiled, then suddenly raised an eyebrow: "The emperor wants to turn against us?"

Ye Gucheng paused, and the Prince of the South trembled.

Suddenly, a fire appeared in the distance, and as it drew closer, the sounds of armor, weapons clashing, and footsteps thundered in.

At this moment, the four people in the room had different expressions.

Wang An's face was deathly pale, his whole body was trembling like a leaf, and he was already limp.

The crown prince's face also lost its color, and he trembled with his eyes closed.

Ye Gucheng looked at him and asked, "Do you regret it?"

The prince suddenly opened his eyes, his face pale, and smiled, "Success is the achievement of a great cause, failure is being labeled a traitor. Master, as a swordsman, I will never waver!"

Ye Gucheng looked at him and nodded slightly: "It is my pride to be your master."

The young master smiled slightly, his eyes a little red: "With Master and Sister Hongxiu's martial arts skills, we can fight our way out."

"Hey, what are you all arguing about?"

Hongxiu shook her head and sighed, "Break into the Golden Palace and kill the dog emperor, what a simple matter!" With that, she strode towards the door.

The prince looked at Hongxiu with a bewildered expression and said incredulously, "Sister Hongxiu, the Imperial Guards number in the tens of thousands!"

"To put it bluntly, there are only a few people facing me directly."

Hongxiu waved her hand and walked out of the room.

Suddenly, she stopped in her tracks and saw that the outside was brightly lit, and the Imperial Guards occupied the main passages of the palace gates, holding shields and spears, drawing bows and swords, surrounding them in layers.

Upon seeing people emerge, the commander of the Imperial Guards shouted, "Those who plot rebellion deserve to die! Kill! Chop these traitors down, show no mercy!"

But Hongxiu didn't even look at him; instead, she was laughing.

Her smile was like spring flowers blooming in the night, or like sunlight melting snow and making a stream flow.

Because she could see the roof of the palace directly opposite.

Two figures, one in black and one in white, stood with their backs to the moonlight, looking at themselves with helpless expressions.

The Imperial Guards on the ground charged forward madly.

Hongxiu and the two people on the roof exchanged a smile.

Ren Shaoyang sighed, "Little beggar, if you dare to act on your own again next time, I'll fill your belly with soy milk!"

The red-sleeved woman's laughter, like silver bells, echoed throughout the palace along with the sound of the demonic sword being drawn.

"Okay!"
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Bang!

The study door was wide open.

Outside the door, knives were broken, guns were snapped, heads were thrown into the air, blood splattered, and screams filled the air.

There was another person in the study.

A young man dressed in a dragon robe, with a flustered and slightly gloomy look in his eyes, stood behind his desk with his hands behind his back, watching the group of people slowly enter.

"Bold traitor!"

The guards on the left and right finally reacted and rushed forward with a shout, but they fell silent while still in mid-air. This was because a sword blade, as if coiled like a snake, flicked their blades, sending all the guards flying high into the air. When they landed on the ground, they were all cut in half.

"Is this the Divine Sword that Captures the Dragon?" The emperor looked at Ren Shaoyang, whose body was surrounded by sword blades and whose white robe remained spotless, and almost groaned.

Outside the gate, the imperial guards from the capital city sprang into action, with Hongxiu and Ye Gucheng holding them off.

Ren Shaoyang didn't reply. Instead, he transformed into a wisp of smoke and circled the arena.

A sharp clang of swords rang out, followed by several muffled groans, and then several sword-wielding eunuchs collapsed to the ground.

A white figure suddenly appeared in the room. It was Ren Shaoyang with one hand behind his back and the other hand holding a musket, examining it closely.

The emperor seemed to awaken from a dream, looking down at his empty hands, his face ashen.

"We've already added bullets and gunpowder," Ren Shaoyang laughed. "Trying to turn the tables?"

The emperor said indifferently, "I am not a coward."

"Ah."

Ren Shaoyang chuckled lightly, neither confirming nor denying, and then raised his hand to point the gun at his own head.

Ding An, standing behind him, cried out in alarm, "Hey! Cripple, are you crazy?!"

The prince, who was hiding to the side, also reached out anxiously, but suddenly paused, as if he had thought of something, and slowly lowered his hand.

"Bang!" The finger pulled the trigger, a flash of light, and a pungent smell of smoke.

Just then, with a whoosh, a flash of blue light appeared, and fragments scattered everywhere.

Everyone was shocked. When they looked up, they found that the white-robed man was still standing there unharmed, with a ribbon-like azure sword blade beside him, and steel pellets scattered all over the ground.

Ren Shaoyang threw the musket on the ground and said casually, "You have science, I have a divine sword."

The emperor's face was ashen. He stared directly at Ren Shaoyang: "You, what do you want? Do you intend to commit regicide?"

"Regicide?" Ren Shaoyang didn't even look at him, turning and walking towards the door. "Do you even consider yourself a king?"

The emperor did not understand why he said that, or why he turned and left.

But the next moment, the emperor saw a man in a black robe walk up, and his eyes widened immediately.

Because this face looks exactly like his.

In that instant, the emperor finally understood everything.

But the next moment, the sword pierced his face, disfiguring him and sealing his throat.
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Three months later.

A donkey cart stopped outside Shanhaiguan, and a fat tiger was dozing in the snow beside it.

"Alright, even after seeing you off for a thousand miles, we must eventually part ways."

Wearing that ridiculous bird's nest hat, Ren Shaoyang laughed at Lu Xiaofeng and Hua Manlou.

"Master Ren, are you really not coming back?" Lu Xiaofeng asked.

“We’re not going back,” Ren Shaoyang said with a smile. “Those wild boars outside the pass have been acting very strangely lately. Let’s find them and have a good talk with them.”

Hua Manlou clasped his hands in thanks and said with a smile, "On behalf of the people of the Central Plains, I, Hua, thank you, Brother Ren."

Lu Xiaofeng hurriedly clasped his hands in a fist salute and sighed, "Ximen Chuixue was seriously injured. If it weren't for Master Ren intervening, he would probably be dead by now."

"He is now lying in Wanmei Villa and cannot see you off, but I know that he still wants to see you one last time."

"Hahaha!"

Ren Shaoyang laughed loudly: "Why act like a little girl? Let's go!" With that, he flicked the reins, and the donkey cart sped off into the depths of the mountains.

With a series of thuds, Hongxiu and Ding'an, their faces flushed, stuck their heads out of the car window and waved their arms repeatedly.

"Goodbye!"

【Ding! 】

[World Reputation: Unparalleled Throughout History (Merge prestige from two worlds to achieve a hidden achievement.)]

[Mission Completed: Unrivaled Domination Dungeon *2]

(End of this chapter)