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

Chapter 242 A Bone-Deep Blow (Seeking Monthly Tickets!)

A blue light shimmered across the sky and the ground, like tranquil waves on a lake, slowly spreading outwards.

At the same time, boundless sword energy swept across the sky, and the rocks on both sides seemed to be shaken by this sword energy. The leaves rustled, and the great river waves rippled in the distance. The world was filled with a sense of killing intent!

Pang Ban looked up at the sky, his brows trembling violently.

A man in white slowly stepped into the void, as gentle and refined as a gentleman. His hands were behind his back, and his eyes shone with a clear light. When he glanced over, he even nodded slightly. He appeared polite, but there was a hint of aloofness in his bones, which was revealed intentionally or unintentionally.

The next moment, the man in white pointed with both fingers.

With a clang!
A streak of blue flame stretched ten feet into the sky, soaring into the heavens, as magnificent as a divine dragon traversing the heavens.

The sword energy surged and churned, extremely concentrated into this dazzling sword light, like a ray of light piercing the sky and suddenly shooting towards the demon master on the ground!

The air was compressed by this extremely fast, fine, and pure sword energy, bursting out a series of loud, sharp sounds, like an angry arrow shot down from the thunder.

Those on the cliff all covered their ears, and even those who were far away frowned.

Fang Yeyu felt as if he had been punched in the chest. He panicked and involuntarily took a step forward, gritting his teeth and looking horrified.

Pang Ban's pupils began to contract. The white-clad man's astonishing sword strike not only illuminated the sky and earth with blue light, but also revealed his face.

Ren Shaoyang!
Where did this kid come from?

What's with the ten-foot-long, gleaming sword energy in his hand?

It doesn't matter where he came from, nor does it matter the magical swordsmanship or the strange sword he used!
Pang Ban had no time to think about those ridiculous questions like why he was there or how he had improved so much.

The sword's edge has arrived, and the world is bleak!
He had no choice but to meet the attack head-on!

Pang Ban then crossed his fists across his chest, his robes billowed without wind, his cloak billowed upwards, and with a light tap of his feet, he vanished from the spot.

In mid-air, the mage's imposing figure collided with a sword blade over ten feet long that resembled lightning.

His demeanor was dignified and his discipline strict. His upper body was as steady as a rock, while his hands moved as wildly as a whirlwind. Such a balance of movement and stillness, strength and gentleness, made him stand out from the crowd even when he was bare-handed.

When it came to Ren Shaoyang, the moment the swords clashed, they were suddenly split into a thousand!
The blade transformed into thousands of strands of sword silk, twisting and turning in all directions. Some were thrown into the air, while others were pinned to the ground. Sometimes they arced towards Pang Ban's back, sometimes they wrapped around his neck, and sometimes they pierced straight with a sharp, hard thrust. The sword silk flashed with blue flames, flying up and down around Pang Ban.

Everyone on the mountain and Li Ruohai on the ground were stunned, feeling that they had never seen such divine skill in their lives, and a silence fell over them.

Everyone held their breath and watched, afraid that if they even took a breath, one of the two in the air would fall to the ground with a thud.

Fang Yeyu became increasingly uncomfortable as he looked at him, and gritted his teeth, saying, "What kind of demonic magic does that bastard Ren Shaoyang practice?"

On the other side of the mountain, a group of people stood far away, including monks, Taoists, and nuns, but they were the eighteen seed masters of the White Path.

An old monk with white eyebrows stared in astonishment, clasped his hands together, and said, "Amitabha, little half-Daoist, you are acquainted with Sword God Ren. What kind of technique does he use to be able to split into thousands of sword threads?"

The plump figure of the little Taoist priest stood out conspicuously behind the crowd. He shook his head and said, "Master Fa Ke, I don't know either. I only know that Shao Yang calls this kind of swordsmanship 'Sword Aura'!"

"A sword's edge?" Bodhi Garden paused for a moment, then sighed, "Is it a god or a ghost?"
People far and near were talking about it, their expressions ranging from joy and hatred to surprise and jealousy.

But the two people in the air were now at their most critical moment.

Ren Shaoyang's eyes burned with intense flames, his sword strikes flowing like a mighty river, or like a ball of fire rolling and burning under the sky.

The sword threads soared into the air, seemingly rising a hundred feet, before suddenly plunging down from mid-air with a sudden movement of the right hand!

This strike was like a thousand meteors falling, so powerful that it seemed to shatter the entire Windward Gorge into dust!
Pang Ban stared intently at the thousand rays of light, his powerful body advancing instead of retreating, actually meeting the sky full of sword light head-on!

The demon master pointed his fists to the sky, his powerful energy surging and transforming into a blazing light that burst forth in fury!

Ta-da!

A series of loud, unrestrained roars echoed across the sky, some high, some low, and mostly melodious. In the end, the roars rose higher and higher, as if they were towering peaks, unattainable.

Suddenly, the two burst into wild laughter, their swords, the Dragon-Capturing Sword and their fists entangled together, and the onlookers felt a strange force emanating from them.

The two powerful forces collided and rubbed against each other, causing a buzzing sound in the distance. Dust rose into the sky and gradually expanded outward, forming a whirlwind that howled and swirled. As they rubbed against each other, they emitted a shrill, ear-piercing, and terrifying sound.

The eighteen experts suddenly experienced a strange sensation: the world rapidly expanded while they themselves shrank rapidly. A vast and powerful aura trapped them, leaving them powerless and their minds bewildered.

Suddenly, a clanging sound!
The duet between the divine sword and the fist snapped, and a sudden whirlwind erupted.

The eighteen seeds immediately screamed in agony, and seventeen figures flew out. Some fell to the ground, some spun wildly, some covered their heads and howled in pain, and some spat out blood and rolled on the ground like gourds.

Among these people, Xiao Ban Dao Ren had been reminded by Ren Shao Yang earlier, so he stood far away under a pine tree.

Despite being far away, he was still affected by the force, his head felt like it was going to split open, and he couldn't even scream. He saw a bunch of golden stars in front of him, and as the world spun around him, he slumped backward, crashing into the pine tree and making it tremble.

If the eighteen seeded masters in the distance were in such a state, the masters of the Demon Master Palace nearby were even worse off, all of them coughing up blood, being blown off the cliff, or tumbling into the stream behind them with a "plop," splashing water high into the air.

Only Fang Yeyu, wielding his halberd in both hands, remained planted on the cliff face, his body fluttering like a banner. Though he didn't fall off the cliff, he collapsed to the ground, exhausted. Meanwhile, a dark shadow flashed in the center of the scene.

Ren Shaoyang leaned back, spitting out blood. His left arm was broken and hung at his side. His white robe was scattered and flew everywhere. Four dark fist marks were clearly visible on his exposed chest. His eyes were glazed over as he flew backward.

And what about the opposing sorcerer, Pang Ban?
A wisp of sword thread, swirling and ever-changing, like a long sword reaching to the heavens, pierced through his protective aura, bypassed the force of his fists, broke through his diamond-like body, cut into his muscles, and shattered his steel bones.

Puff puff puff!

Pang Ban groaned and tumbled out of the room, flailing his arms and legs.

Countless blood blossoms bloomed on his body, and "X"-shaped sword wounds appeared on his chest from his left and right shoulders, deep enough to expose the bone. Blood was dripping, and the flesh was rolled up, like two big mouths, twitching slightly.

Just then, a loud bang was heard!
In the distance, a white donkey pulling a cart glared and stuck out its tongue as it charged forward with all its might. Just as Ren Shaoyang landed, it managed to shove him into the wide-open carriage.

Then a furtive, fat tiger emerged from behind the car, its head jerking Li Ruohai and his apprentice, catching them.

A donkey cart and a fat tiger, like two burning flames, one red and one yellow, streaked across the Windward Gorge and charged wildly out.

Only Ren Shaoyang's hoarse voice roared with laughter: "Old ghost Pang Ban, was that ruthless enough?!"

Pang Ban slowly stood up without saying a word, and the blood flowing from his chest gradually stopped.

Li Ruohai, who was lying on the tiger's back, forced himself to give Ren Shaoyang a thumbs up!

The next moment, Fang Yeyu tumbled and crawled down the cliff, covered in scrapes and abrasions, but he didn't care at all.

He ran to Pang Ban's side, finally collapsing to the ground from exhaustion, but still managed to get up. Looking up, he suddenly cried out in alarm, "Master, your eyes!"

A stream of blood appeared on Pang Ban's imposing face, flowing from his left eye down his cheek.

Fang Yeyu couldn't help but cry out in grief, "Master!" He stepped forward to support him, and suddenly felt that the Demon Master's body was trembling violently.

Overwhelmed with grief, tears streamed down my face.

Pang Ban sensed the sorrow in his heart, smiled slightly, and unusually raised his hand to pat his head, saying with a smile, "Don't worry, I only lost one eye, but I understand so much more now."

Fang Yeyu looked at his master, overwhelmed with grief.

Having experienced the turmoil of war since childhood, he was adopted and taught by Pang Ban, whom he regarded as his father. Now, seeing his god-like master being so cruelly harmed by Ren Shaoyang, his pupils instantly turned bloodshot, and he wanted to chase after him to Peach Blossom Field to kill him.

"Ye Yu, focus your mind!"

Suddenly, Pang Ban's loud shout came, startling Fang Yeyu and bringing him back to his senses.

"Snapped!"

Pang Ban patted his shoulder and said in a deep voice, "I need to go into seclusion and consolidate my power. I must avoid conflict with the Three Fiends!"

"Why...why?" Fang Yeyu asked incredulously, "Ren Shaoyang has already been seriously injured by you, why don't we press our advantage?"

Pang Ban shook his head and said, "I'm not afraid of Ren Shaoyang, I'm afraid of Ren Hongxiu!"

Ren Hongxiu?
That cheerful little girl who's always smiling?
Fang Yeyu was even more confused.

Pang Ban said in a low voice, "Ren Hongxiu possesses a terrifying demonic energy that has been dispersed. Usually, Ren Shaoyang and Li Ding'an suppress it, so it doesn't show outwardly. But now I'm seriously injured and can't protect you."

He paused, then sighed softly, "I'm worried that if you reveal even the slightest clue, Ren Hongxiu will wipe you all out."

Fang Yeyu was shocked and incredulous, saying, "That little girl is actually that powerful?"

Pang Ban coughed, and a streak of white appeared at his temples in an instant. He said solemnly, "Ren Shaoyang and Li Ding'an are like the scabbard of a demonic sword, concealing Ren Hongxiu's demonic power. If those two were not around one day, she would probably wreak havoc, and her future achievements would surpass mine!"

"That's why I wanted to take her in as my goddaughter the first time I met her."

Fang Yeyu was still somewhat skeptical, but due to the majesty of the Demon Master, his lips trembled slightly, and he dared not say more.

Pang Ban gave a wry smile and sighed, "Ye Yu, I need to go into seclusion to recuperate. All the affairs of the Demon Master's Palace will fall on your shoulders."

"Master, I will definitely listen to you, consolidate my forces, and wait for you to emerge from seclusion!"

The Demon Master nodded, glanced at the full moon in the sky, and suddenly said indifferently, "Ye Yu, remember that you can't completely deceive Ren Hongxiu. Leave some people for her to vent her anger on. Just preserve the elite and wait for your fiancée, Zhen Sushan, to arrive."

"At that time, with the experts from the border alliance, and the three grandmasters Hongri, Nianxiong, and Lixiong protecting you, you won't be afraid of her anymore."

"Once I emerge from seclusion, I will surely annihilate the three villains one by one!"

Fang Yeyu knelt down and kowtowed, his eyes bloodshot, and shouted, "Yes, Master!"

Pang Ban looked up at the sky and remained silent for a long time. Suddenly, he laughed: "I didn't expect Ren Shaoyang to be hiding in Li Ruohai's cloak and deliver this unforgettable blow to me. Interesting, very interesting!"

(End of this chapter)