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

Chapter 243 Heroic Spirit (Seeking Monthly Tickets!)
The donkey cart sped along wildly, and the jolting caused Ren Shaoyang to vomit another mouthful of black blood, but he felt much better.

He lifted the carriage curtain and watched as the stars in the sky shot backward faster and faster, like silver threads, filling him with fighting spirit.

Ren Shaoyang was seriously injured at the moment, with his left arm broken, but his spirits were becoming more and more lively.

Meanwhile, Li Ruohai and his apprentice, who were sitting on Pang Hu's back, had already woken up.

Li Ruohai used his fingers to release the pressure points on his beloved disciple Feng Xinglie.

Feng Xinglie suddenly grabbed Li Ruohai's shoulder and exclaimed excitedly, "Master!"

Li Ruohai, brandishing his twelve-foot-long red spear, slowly said, "Did you feel it?"

Feng Xinglie nodded and said, "Although my acupoints are sealed, my hearing and vision are not impaired. I saw clearly the process of you, Ren Jianshen and Pang Banfang fighting."

"I'm asking you how you feel!" Li Ruohai's face was deathly pale, almost transparent. "How do you feel being so close?"

Feng Xinglie thought for a moment, then said, "The divine man has no merit, the perfect man has no self, and the sage has no name!"

Li Ruohai raised an eyebrow and chuckled, "You little rascal, you've got some talent." Then, he changed the subject, "You're the first and only person in the world to experience this duel up close. This experience is invaluable; you just need to learn as you go, and the benefits will be immense in the future!"

Hearing his low, hoarse voice, Feng Xinglie cried out in anguish, "Master!"

Li Ruohai shouted, "Don't act like a woman! I'm risking my true energy to restore your power, but there's still a mysterious interruption in your energy that could knock you back to your original form at any time."

After a while, seeing that Feng Xinglie was still weeping, he said helplessly, "With Sword God Ren helping me share the burden, I won't die!"

"You won't die." Ren Shaoyang popped his head out of the donkey cart with a "poof," looking utterly pathetic. "I'm fucking about to die!"

Li Ruohai laughed loudly: "Shao Yang's sword strike that blinded the old ghost Pang Ban will surely cause a huge uproar in the martial arts world and even in the imperial court, and his fame will shock the world!"

Feng Xinglie looked at the man in front of him with great respect. He couldn't believe that anyone in the world could hurt Pang Ban like that!
Ren Shaoyang shook his head and sighed, "It's still because I lack sufficient resources. I used all my methods, even taking advantage of your momentum to launch a sneak attack. But at most, I could only injure him, not kill him at all."

"If I wait a few more breaths, his demonic power will return, and I fear I will die in the Northwest."

"That was an unprecedented victory!" Li Ruohai said decisively. "Besides Shao Yang, who else in the world could hurt him?"

“Master,” Feng Xinglie couldn’t help but ask, “Where is Ren Jianshen hiding? I’ve been on horseback the whole time, but I just can’t see him.”

Li Ruohai laughed and said, "Him? He's hiding in my cloak!"

"A cloak?" Feng Xinglie stared at the scarlet cloak fluttering behind his master, speechless.

How can something so small fit a person?

Also, how did Ren Jianshen manage to remain undetected?
Ren Shaoyang laughed and said, "Nephew, have you ever heard of a saying?"

Feng Xinglie quickly asked, "May I ask for your guidance, Sword God Ren?"

The donkey cart creaked along the road, and Ren Shaoyang's voice drifted over: "It is said that during the Three Kingdoms period, Lü Bu was invincible in horsemanship and Dian Wei was invincible in foot combat. Do you agree?"

“I agree!” Feng Xinglie nodded repeatedly.

Li Ruohai sensed the hidden meaning in Ren the Scoundrel's words, his face darkened, his lips twitched, and he was speechless.

Ren Shaoyang's eyes darted around and he smiled, "Then tell me, if one is invincible on foot and the other is number one on horseback, wouldn't Lü Bu be absolutely invincible riding on Dian Wei's back?"

"Yes"

Feng Xinglie thought it made sense and was about to nod when he suddenly felt that his master in front of him was like a block of ice radiating coldness.

He was startled and then thought about Ren Shaoyang's voice-over.

What the hell!

Does he mean to treat my master like a horse?
Feng Xinglie immediately shrank back like a quail, chuckled twice, and dared not speak again.

Upon seeing this, Ren Shaoyang burst into laughter.

Just then, Li Ruohai said calmly, "Ren rascal, I have lost all my skills now, and I am now a burden to you."

Ren Shaoyang smiled and said, "With me here, you will be safe."

Feng Xinglie was greatly encouraged by his nonchalant tone.

Li Ruohai continued, "Based on my understanding of the Demon Master's Palace, they must have henchmen within a ten-mile radius."

Upon hearing this, Feng Xinglie was immediately shocked. Of the three of them, one had lost all his power, another was seriously injured, and the third was weak in the knees.

Calling them a trio of pushovers is no exaggeration. What if they run into those demons' henchmen?
Feng Xinglie's expression hardened. He knew he had cuckolded Pang Ban, and these people had been hunting him down. If he were to lure the enemy away alone...

Master and Ren Jianshen can then take the opportunity to escape!

Feng Xinglie made up his mind, took a deep breath and was about to speak when...

Suddenly, he saw Ren Shaoyang glance over. His eyes were bright and gentle, yet sharp and piercing, giving him a tremendous sense of shame, as if he were standing naked between heaven and earth.

Feng Xinglie was startled and lowered his head.

Just then, Ren Shaoyang's cheerful voice came: "Nephew, with your Uncle Ren here, how could you possibly risk your life?"

Feng Xinglie suddenly looked up and whispered, "Sword God Ren, you... you can read minds?" Li Ruohai said calmly, "Shao Yang possesses a secret technique; his eyes and ears are extraordinary. He can find objects in the vastness of Mount Sumeru and probe the mind in the smallest detail. Your expression was quite different just now, so he naturally noticed it at a glance."

Upon hearing this, Feng Xinglie exclaimed with admiration, "Amazing!"

Ren Shaoyang chuckled and said to Li Ruohai, "Old Li, are you flattering me like this because you have ulterior motives?"

Li Ruohai's expression remained indifferent, but the corners of his mouth turned up: "It's the first time I've met my disciple, so you can handle it."

Ren Shaoyang curled his lip and said, "I think you've got your eye on my 'Beat the Ten Directions World'!"

Li Ruohai laughed, "You decide, I don't care." Then he added, "I see the shadow of 'Wildfire Hundred Strikes' in your 'Sword Silk Crossing the Void' technique."

"Oh dear!" Ren Shaoyang's face darkened, and he said angrily, "I'll teach him when we get back, but this staff technique requires an aura of dominance. Whether my nephew Feng can learn it depends on whether our ancestral master will bless him."

Li Ruohai smiled slightly: "Thank you, Shaoyang." He tilted his head slightly, "Aren't you going to thank your Uncle Ren?"

Although Feng Xinglie didn't know what "beating the ten directions of the world with a stick" meant, when he heard his master so actively striving for it, even to the point of being shameless, he immediately knew that this must be an extraordinary skill!

His eyes suddenly lit up, and he exclaimed, "Thank you, Uncle Ren!"

Ren Shaoyang laughed and said, "This kid is smarter than I was back then!"

Just then, the sound of footsteps thundered, and hundreds of people suddenly rushed in from afar. Upon seeing the donkey cart, they immediately roared and howled, creating a great uproar.

Feng Xinglie shouted, "Sword God Ren, Master, you all go quickly, I'll cover the rear!"

Ren Shaoyang burst into laughter, patted the white donkey's rump, and shouted, "Nephew Feng, do you know why we three villains roam the martial world without fear of being surrounded?"

Feng Xinglie thought for a moment and said, "Are your divine skills all amazing?"

Ren Shaoyang laughed and said, "No!"

Feng Xinglie then asked, "Are the three seniors truly masters of unparalleled lightness skills?"

Ren Shaoyang smiled and said, "Not really."

Feng Xinglie shook his head, dejected, and said, "This junior does not know."

"Hahaha!" Ren Shaoyang climbed onto the roof of the cart and shouted, "Kid, remember this well. If we're talking about speed, nothing beats my 'Blood Donkey Cart' pulled by Brother Donkey!"

The white donkey, its eyes bloodshot, let out a loud "Hang!" and charged straight into the crowd!

Feng Xinglie looked closely and was so shocked he almost fell off the tiger.

The donkey cart charged into the enemy ranks amidst billowing dust, biting, kicking, and leaping at the swords and spears, instantly inflicting heavy casualties.

Ren Shaoyang conjured a long, azure iron rod in his right hand, which seemed to cleave through the waves, sending the people in front of him tumbling to the ground.

With a backhand flick, a person's head was split in two, his white hair stained with blood.

Ren Shaoyang stood on the roof of the car, his swords and spears flying, his fists and feet striking. He used an iron rod to catch the iron spears that were thrust at him, and with a slight twist and a shake, he pierced the hearts of the men, sending them crashing backward to their deaths.

At this moment, one of the leaders, filled with shock and rage, shouted, "Prepare the ropes! Pull him down!"

Several people behind him responded loudly, and five ropes were pulled out and suddenly encircled Ren Shaoyang's head, neck and limbs.

Ren Shaoyang suddenly smiled and let them put the limbs on him.

The leader was overjoyed to see Ren Shaoyang so arrogant and shouted, "Tear him apart with five horses!"

In an instant, shouts shook the heavens. Behind the five ropes stood more than twenty people, pulling with all their might. Four people were on each rope, and everyone's faces were red, their upper bodies were leaning back, and they were all pulling backward with all their might.

With such immense force applied, Ren Shaoyang, whose throat was constricted and whose limbs were bound, should have screamed and struggled in agony.

But to everyone's surprise, he remained calm and stood on the roof of the car, laughing heartily.

Everyone was panting heavily, their feet slipped into thin air, the ropes snapped taut, and they could no longer move.

The leader was shocked and shouted, "Bring more men!"

But then they heard a flurry of footsteps approaching, and more than a dozen people joined in, pulling together and shouting "One, two, one!"

But Ren Jianshen on the roof sat upright, and the entire donkey cart seemed to be cast in iron and welded to the ground, not moving an inch.

Li Ruohai and his apprentice laughed heartily, thoroughly enjoying the performance.

The leader, enraged, shouted for more men to come up!
Soon, more than a dozen more people joined, and the donkey cart was surrounded by a crowd of people. Despite their efforts to pull, they could not make the shirtless man move an inch.

After a long struggle, everyone was drenched in sweat, panting heavily with their tongues lolling out.

Feng Xinglie laughed so hard he almost fell over, saying, "Uncle Ren's strength is unparalleled, truly like a Bodhisattva or Vajra, incredibly powerful!"

Li Ruohai nodded and said, "Shao Yang's strength is unparalleled in the world. I suffered a great loss when I first encountered him."

As they were talking, the leader saw this, his eyes darted around, and he suddenly shouted, "Split up! Half of you go and kill those two cowards, and the other half go and kill that idiot!"

Ok?
Upon hearing this, Ren Shaoyang, Li Ruohai, Bai Maolu, and Pang Hu all narrowed their eyes and stared intently at the leader.

(End of this chapter)