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

Chapter 199 Be My Daughter
Fang Yeyu and the three women, including "White-Haired Beauty," met Ren Shaoyang's gaze, their expressions changed abruptly, and they all tried to back away.

But then a haughty voice rang out: "Heavenly Sword Collapses Mountains!"

Ren Shaoyang raised his longsword to the sky and unleashed several consecutive strikes.

The three fought back with all their might, but the Sword God's swordsmanship, which had been unpredictable before, became majestic and orderly.

With a single wave and a single gesture, everything was clear and understandable!
His swings, flicks, swipes, and sweeps were all upright and proper; he slashed and thrust precisely where he intended, as if he had measured the target with a ruler before drawing his sword.

What's even stranger is that the man in white robes moved with complete freedom, his expression detached and selfless, his eyes calm and unwavering, as if he weren't facing three great masters.

It was the rapeseed field I swept with a stick when I was a boy.

Ta-da!

The sounds of the four weapons clashing became calm and uneventful, without any dramatic rise or fall. Yet, the notes that flew out from under the sword of the Sword God were like a broad and open road, with a vast sky and sea.

The hall was eerily quiet at this moment. Apart from the four people who were moving around like a whirlwind, only Ding An, with one hand on his waist, was still standing.

Gradually, specks of blood began to splatter outwards, followed by a splash of ink.

Two screams rang out, and the "white-haired, red-faced" figures were sent flying backward, crashing into the wall with a loud thud.

Liu Yaozhi suffered a sword wound from her left eye to the back of her neck, her eyeball ruptured, and she lost an ear, screaming in agony.

Hua Jieyu's shoulders, chest, and thighs were covered in blood, her skin and flesh torn open, resembling a gaping mouth that twitched slightly.

Ding'an grimaced and gasped repeatedly.

Fang Yeyu stood trembling in place, his hat nowhere to be seen, his long hair scattered in all directions, and he was covered in more than a dozen wounds, turning into a bloody mess, yet he still stood there, refusing to fall.

"Brother Ren!" Fang Yeyu shouted, "What kind of swordsmanship is this?"

"The Kunlun Three Elements Sword," Ren Shaoyang said earnestly, his white robes as pure as snow, a blue sword shadow flashing in his hand, "Ren's unique sword technique."

"it is good!"

Fang Yeyu raised his halberd and shouted, "Even if I die by such a divine sword, I will savor the memory on my way to the underworld!"

Ren Shaoyang nodded and said, "That's true." As he spoke, the longsword seemed to tremble, suddenly becoming a chaotic mass, glowing with blue light, like a blue enchantress blooming in the rainy night, enveloping Fang Yeyu.

Fang Yeyu closed his eyes, sensing the approaching sword energy, a bitter feeling rising in his heart: "Master, I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint you this time."

"Brother Ren!" Suddenly, a voice echoed throughout Yangshuo City, "Hongxiu is with me, come here~"

As soon as the word "come" was uttered, it was like a thunderclap, shaking the Li River and echoing throughout the peaks. It even shook the dark clouds on the horizon, causing them to shatter and disperse with the wind.

Upon hearing this, the longsword stopped abruptly.

Ren Shaoyang and Ding An's expressions suddenly turned to extreme terror. They moved like lightning, rushing out the door and disappearing into the drizzle.
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Inside the pavilion.

As the words "Really?" were uttered.

Hongxiu felt the world suddenly move, and her blood and qi were shaken, leaving her numb and her legs weak.

Pang Ban's gaze swept over them, as if he saw through everything in the world, as if no one and nothing could deceive him.

"The demonic flames surge into the sky!"

These four sentences popped into Hongxiu's mind, and she chuckled: "Uncle Pang, most people can't even see my knife if they risk their lives."

"Hahaha!"

Pang Ban laughed heartily: "Then, shall I, an 'ordinary person,' have the honor of seeing it?"

Hongxiu stood up, put her hands behind her back, and paced back and forth as if deep in thought.

Pang Ban was both amused and exasperated by the little girl's inability to stay still for even a moment, so he closed his eyes to rest.

A moment later, Hongxiu woke him up again, and said with a smile, "Uncle Pang, showing it to you like this doesn't suit my taste."

Pang Ban looked at her indifferently.

Hongxiu then said, "How about this, we punch each other, and then I'll show you how it goes?"

Pang Ban's mind raced, and he sneered, "Miss Hongxiu, are you paving the way for your brother?"

Hongxiu shook her head, still smiling, and said, "I think it's fun! And really fun!"

Pang Ban had no intention of fooling around with her and coldly said, "You might die by my fist."

"It's hard to say." Hongxiu smiled slightly, gesturing with her small fists. "My body is made of copper and iron, and I have immense strength. I've never been injured before!"

"Is it?"

Pang Ban laughed loudly, his voice like thunder. Suddenly, his smile vanished, and he said, "If you can withstand one of my punches and survive, I, Pang, will grant you one request. I will do anything for you, even if it means going to the heavens or the earth to pluck stars from the sky or seize the moon!"

"Really?" Hongxiu was overjoyed, and excitedly rolled up her sleeves.

Pang Ban smiled coldly: "Put your punch down."

"Good!" Hongxiu took a deep breath, clenched her fist, rotated her wrist, and her fist shadow changed. The force of her fist surged out like a mountain, just like a giant elephant crashing into a mountain, which was powerful and unparalleled.

It is indeed the "Southern Heavenly Fist"!
Pang Ban exclaimed "Eh!" He had never seen such fierce and powerful boxing in his life. If he hadn't witnessed it with his own eyes, he would never have believed that a little girl's boxing power could be so proud as to rival the heavens.

His hands, which were resting on the table, finally made a move. His right hand suddenly appeared in front of him, and he slowly punched forward with a clenched fist.

Hongxiu couldn't believe what she was seeing. On one hand, she clearly saw Pang Ban's every move, but her sense of time and space told her even more clearly that his seemingly slow punches were actually completed in an instant, and he had even added more than three punches in this one strike!
These kinds of boxing techniques, with their extreme contrast between speed and slowness, are truly astonishing.

"Tuk!"

Two fists, one big and one small, collided.

Hongxiu also experienced Pang Ban's unparalleled strength for the first time.

Just listen to the sound of "boom".

The force of the fist struck the pavilion pillar, producing a deafening sound, as if the sky were collapsing and the earth were splitting, causing the pavilion to shake and the building to tremble.

Suddenly, a gust of wind swept up from outside the pavilion, blowing the candles so hard they almost went out, and the shadows of people in the flickering light became grotesque and monstrous.

Red Sleeves' feet were deeply embedded in the stone slab, yet she still slid back several feet while sitting on the stone bench, leaving two deep ruts.

Blood gushed from the beggar's mouth and nose, his bones cracked and popped, his hair bun exploded, and his long hair stood on end as if he were flying.

Pang Ban patted his hands, and suddenly the gale dissipated, and all was calm.

They had just exchanged a punch, which was like a raging storm, but the food on the stone table remained intact, and not a single drop of wine was spilled.

It was obvious that Pang Ban had casually pushed away the scattered force, but the food and wine were accidentally overturned.

His extraordinary skill is evident.

"Na!"

Pang Ban handed Hongxiu a glass of wine: "Drink it, you'll feel better after drinking it."

Hongxiu gasped for breath, wiped her face haphazardly with her sleeve, and complained to him, "Uncle Pang, if I weren't so strong, you would have really beaten me to death!"

He took the glass of wine and drank it down without saying a word.

Pang Ban narrowed his eyes and smiled, "Your physique is even stronger than that old bald monk Juejie. I really don't know how you trained it."

Strangely enough, as soon as the wine was in her stomach, Hongxiu suddenly felt a surge of true energy rising from her body, circulating in an unprecedented way. In just a few breaths, the bruises in her body disappeared.

Hongxiu exclaimed "Eh!" Naturally curious, she couldn't resist sitting cross-legged upon encountering such a strange event. Clearing her mind of all distractions, she quickly circulated her internal energy several times as before, gradually generating boundless power within her, ready to spring forth.
The little beggar felt that this surge of true energy was like a storm, as if she were riding four horses at once, requiring extremely strong willpower to control. However, she was incredibly talented, and faced with the sudden illusion, she was not only unaffected, but also able to gather her true energy as if it were her own arm.

But this strange yet vibrant true energy rose from the Yongquan acupoint, and together with the cold air flowing down from the Niwan Palace on the top of the head, it passed through the major and minor meridians and converged towards the Dantian Qihai. The hot and cold mingled and swirled, and when the swirling force accumulated to its peak...

The Heavenly Wrath True Qi suddenly emerged, quietly merging with this True Qi, and shooting out millions of Qi arrows from the dantian, spreading throughout the body like lightning.

In that instant.

The little beggar's spiritual senses suddenly surged, and she felt as if the vastness of heaven and earth had suddenly drawn near. Heaven and earth danced with her spirit, leaving only her and her universe, lonely but eternally boundless.

A strange power surged through her meridians like a tide, each flow bringing her a completely new sensation.

Hongxiu slowly opened her eyes. The drizzle seemed to have enveloped everything. She could no longer clearly see where the sky was, where the earth was, what was near, and what was far.

After a long while, the girl let out a long breath and looked at Pang Ban.

He chuckled.

"Hahaha!"

Pang Ban stared intently at her, then suddenly burst into laughter: "Good, good! You've figured it out already? Truly worthy of being called a peerless witch!"

He became interested and suddenly revealed a domineering air, saying, "Hongxiu, I admire you very much. I have no offspring, so come and be my daughter!"

"Clam?"

Hongxiu froze, looked closely at Pang Ban, and then pointed to her own nose: "Me?"

"Of course it's you!"

Pang Ban smiled slightly, his robes fluttering even without wind, and nodded, saying:

“Although I have two disciples, neither of them possesses your unparalleled talent. If you were to become my daughter, within three years, you would surely be able to develop the ‘Dao Heart Demon Seed Technique’ to a level that is unprecedented and unmatched.”

"Even 'shattering the void' is just a natural progression!"

Hongxiu clapped her hands, jumped up energetically, and laughed, "Was that the 'Demon Seed Technique of the Dao Heart' just now?"

"Yes! What do you think?"

"Brilliant!"

Looking at her smug little face and her clear, fearless eyes looking at him, Pang Ban couldn't help but secretly admire her: "What a courageous girl!"

"Then, would you like to become my daughter?"

Hongxiu's ears twitched, she sighed, and said, "Uncle Pang, let's not talk about whether you're willing or not. If we wait any longer, your apprentice will be dead!"

Pang Ban's smile vanished abruptly. He whirled around towards the teahouse, slammed his hand on his hip, and shouted, "Brother Ren! Hongxiu is with me, come here!"

Almost at the same time.

A loud shout rang out: "I'm here!"

(End of this chapter)