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

Chapter 273 I am the true island owner!
In the original novel "The Legend of Heroes", the destined opponent of the Divine Sword Capturing Dragon is the Karmic Fire Demon Blade.

But in the end, Sun Wukong never showed the scene of the divine sword versus the demonic blade.

On the contrary, the scene where Zhuo Lingzhao used his power to capture the dragon and confront the "True Dragon of a Generation" Wu Dingyuan became a classic scene.

In the original world, after Ren Shaoyang obtained the Dragon Capture, he slaughtered everyone, but there was no "true dragon of his generation" to oppose him.

However, arriving on this Lonely Cloud Island fulfilled this regret.

Facing the sword blade thrusting from the ground, Murong Fu gritted his teeth and shouted fiercely, "Get lost!" He kicked up with his left foot.

Clang, clang, clang. After exchanging several kicks in mid-air, he finally dodged the spike-like sword blade with a somersault.

But before he could even land steadily, a white figure appeared in an instant, and his right palm lashed out.

Chi!
Murong Fu's green robe was torn, and blood gushed from his shoulder. He was immediately horrified and hurriedly twisted his body, throwing two punches in quick succession.

A white shadow flashed, and a long sword suddenly appeared, slashing straight down with a whooshing sound, as if the sky were collapsing and the earth were splitting apart. It was the "Heavenly Sword Collapses the Mountain"!
Murong Fu was taken aback. He stood firm on his feet and twisted his waist to throw a punch, making it impossible to dodge.

As the saying goes, power comes from the ground. Murong Fu's punches are powerful because he takes a step and twists his waist, using the rotational force to generate power.

Now, Ren Shaoyang was as fast as a ghost, and suddenly his sword came straight for his waist and ribs.

The sword wind howled; if Murong Fu had been even a fraction of a second later, he would have been cut in half at the waist!
Murong Fu exhaled and spoke, hurriedly gathering strength in his feet, and a powerful force surged within him, causing him to suddenly shift three feet horizontally.

With a whoosh, a sword flashed, leaving a sword mark more than ten feet long on the ground. Fine dust slowly rose, indicating that the mark was quite deep.

Murong Fu quickly got up and fled backwards, and there was another "whoosh" of a sword.

Upon hearing this death-stricken voice, Murong Fu threw several punches.

After a few clanging sounds, two sword blades, like flying catkins, swayed and stuck to Murong Fu's figure.

One sword blade was icy cold and invisible, another sword blade shot out in all directions, and the middle sword blade slashed down continuously.

In an instant, Ren Shaoyang unleashed the Kunlun Three Elements Sword with all three blades simultaneously.

Under his command, these three cold stars seemed to fly through the sky and disappear into the earth, omnipotent and omnipresent.

Murong Fu leaped up, and they attacked from the ground and the sky; Murong Fu rolled, and they chopped him incessantly like cleavers; in an instant, hundreds of sword shadows appeared, the bamboo forest was blown into bamboo dust, the stones into stone dust, and the green grass scattered in the sky.

Murong Fu, relying on his ghostly skills, changed more than a dozen movement techniques and scattered to escape. He felt extremely frustrated and couldn't help but roar loudly, his voice like a wolf's howl.

At this moment, blue light flashed and sword energy crisscrossed. Ren Shaoyang stood still with his eyes closed, not even glancing at Murong Fu.

Suddenly, the sword light faded, and Ren Shaoyang reached out and beckoned, retracting the blade back into its sheath.

boom!
Murong Fu had been cornered by the sword blade, his back against the mountain wall, but when he suddenly saw him withdraw his divine sword, he was stunned for a moment, and then flew into a rage.

He was originally an extremely proud person, and over the years he had looked down on everyone except Xiao Feng.

But today he was ruthlessly looked down upon by a junior. How could he bear this?

Murong Fu was furious. He slammed his fist on the stone wall and shouted, "Boy, are you pitying me?!"

With a loud crash, the stone wall shattered, and mud and sand swirled down.

Ren Shaoyang looked at the astonishing sight of the old man splitting a mountain with a single punch and said calmly, "It's not appropriate for me to kill you here." He paused, then smiled and said, "It's not that I can't kill you."

See, he still loves to tell the truth.

Upon hearing this, Murong Fu was filled with grief and indignation: "Damn it, I couldn't beat Xiao Feng in decades, and now I can't even beat this brat? Am I getting worse the more I cultivate?!"

He grew angrier the more he thought about it, and immediately roared and threw a punch. The force of the punch surged like a giant wave breaking through a dam or a wild horse breaking free of its reins.

Ren Shaoyang remained unfazed. With a flick of his wrist, the ten-foot-long sword blade emerged once more, ever-changing like a phantom of a celestial demon.

Murong Fu leaped into the air and threw punches repeatedly. Under the purple light, the ground turned black, indicating that the poison was extremely potent.

Ren Shaoyang, though ten feet away, drew his sword without hesitation, each strike aimed directly at Murong Fu's weak points, each move deadly, never missing any of Murong Fu's vital points.

Every martial arts technique, once created, has its flaws. Masters simply cultivate these flaws into instincts, using greater speed and force to compensate for them.

If the achievement is even greater, like that of Pang Ban, then one can force out an opening through mental pressure and strike. However, this has its advantages and disadvantages, because most of the energy is focused on mental suppression, thus the physical attack is less effective.

Therefore, in Huang Yi's martial arts world, most masters are injured and cough up blood, but they are hard to kill.

Xiao Feng in this world is different. He has cultivated "Mind and Intent" for sixty years and mastered the ultimate move "Universe at Hand".

The translation is "I can see the world three moves from you".

Therefore, Xiao Feng's moves were extremely simple; with a single palm strike, all his weaknesses and feints were exposed.

With his boundless internal energy, he grew stronger with each battle, making this "Battle Saint" treat everyone like his own son—his power was limitless. As for Ren Shaoyang, after being beaten up, his current understanding of "one thought solves everything" means that with a single thought, the sword is drawn, and with that single sword, all laws can be broken.

He is currently in the stage of having an idea and then drawing his sword.

When will Xiao Ren's thoughts and sword strike together?

Then he can face the question of "the universe is in his hands," and he will have truly graduated.

Even though he hadn't reached the pinnacle of skill, his half-baked "one thought is all it takes" sword strike still left Murong Fu feeling overwhelmed.

"Chucky!"

Murong Fu was stabbed in the chest, shoulder, and waist, bleeding profusely, but he continued his relentless attack.

Ren Shaoyang's longsword remained as swift as lightning.

A series of clanging and splashing sounds were heard, followed by the rushing sound of water.

In an instant, the two were surrounded by a mist of blood-red energy, rising and spreading as if a crimson fog had risen.

Suddenly, a loud rumble!
A giant hand, as large as a fan, descended from the sky like a falling meteorite. A strong wind, accompanied by thunder, rushed in, and the blood mist swirled and dissipated.

Tuk-tuk-tuk.
Dangdangdang~!

Two figures were sent flying in opposite directions, while a muscular figure landed slowly.

Xiao Feng's deep voice rang out: "I'm just going to have a meal and a drink, and you're all going to fight me to the death?"

The burly man glanced sideways at Murong Fu, who was covered in blood but still had a cold and stern expression, and clicked his tongue: "Old man, how old are you? You can't even use 'Shifting Stars' and you've been stabbed dozens of times. If you hadn't had a new heart, you would probably have died under Brother Ren's sword long ago!"

Murong Fu clutched his chest, blood trickling from between his fingers, yet he chuckled and said hatefully, "Xiao Feng! You just let someone of unknown origin, with such superb swordsmanship, land on the island?"

Xiao Feng looked at him, his arrogance flaring up, and said impatiently, "I agree. What, you have a problem with that?"

"You agree?" Murong Fu shouted, pointing his halberd. "Lonely Cloud Island is jointly managed by the Murong, Duan, and Xiao families. How can you be so willful?!"

Xiao Feng snorted and said loudly, "Murong Fu, I am the true island master."

Murong Fu paused for a moment, then flung his hand away and said bitterly, "You'll regret this!" With that, he glanced at Ren Shaoyang and staggered away.

Ren Shaoyang took his snake-like gaze to heart and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Brother Ren, calm your mind!" Xiao Feng shouted, his voice like thunder.

Ren Shaoyang's brows relaxed, his expression softened, and he said, "Hero Xiao, I'm fine." He glanced to the side and saw Xiao Feng standing to the side, holding a wine jug, looking relaxed and at ease.

Xiao Feng said loudly, "The path of thought is the most dangerous. One must know that human power is limited while the way of Heaven is infinite. One must use a limited body to practice an infinite way. If one acts arbitrarily, it will eventually backfire on its master."

Ren Shaoyang couldn't help but ask, "Master Xiao, how many people know about your health?"

"Not many." Xiao Feng shook his head. "You're the first."

Ren Shaoyang was somewhat stunned, and said, "If an ambitious person like Murong Fu finds out about your health, then Lonely Cloud Island will be in trouble."

Xiao Feng smiled and asked, "Will you tell anyone?"

Ren Shaoyang frowned and said, "How could Master Xiao look down on me like this?"

"Isn't that enough?" Xiao Feng said nonchalantly. "Heaven knows, earth knows, you know, and I know. If neither of us tells anyone, then nobody will know."

These words demonstrate the depth of trust between them. Ren Shaoyang was a complete stranger to Xiao Feng, yet he was able to confide his deepest secret to him. Such openness and magnanimity are why he could win the hearts of people all over the world.

Xiao Feng beckoned him to follow, and casually said as they walked, "As for what you said about Murong Fu's ambition, there's no need to worry. During the battle at Shaoshi Mountain, his kidneys were secretly struck by my elder brother, and in recent years, in addition to being unable to have children, his health has deteriorated to an irreversible degree."

The big man sighed, "Maybe he'll leave before me." Then he fell silent.

Upon hearing this, Ren Shaoyang thought to himself, "Damn, this kind of bio-warrior, 'True Dragon of a Generation,' is really fierce! He was attacked in the kidneys by the leader, yet he can still live happily for sixty years." Thinking of this, his curiosity was aroused again.

"So, how could Qin Baxian, the 'True Dragon' of the Ming Yingzong era, be surrounded and killed? It's said that he was even beaten to death by a palm strike? What kind of palm technique is so powerful?!"

Each with their own thoughts, the two walked several miles of mountain road and came to the edge of a cliff, where they saw a thatched hut standing there.

There, an old woman with a relaxed expression and a kind face was reading a book.

Seeing Xiao Feng return, he was overjoyed and said, "Brother, you're back!" He then looked at Ren Shaoyang and asked, "And who is this?"

"This is Brother Ren Shaoyang," Xiao Feng introduced. "This is my wife, A'Zhu."

(End of this chapter)