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

Chapter 300 The Emperor Has Passed Away?

The little boat pushed through the waves and flew in the sky.

Before anyone could react, they suddenly plummeted downwards.

With a soft "thud," it touched the river surface with an extremely smooth motion, like a clay ox sinking into water.

Normally, such a flat surface on the water would be tantamount to being thrown to the ground; a small boat of this size would probably have fallen apart long ago.

But the awning boat bounced and hopped on the river, sometimes near, sometimes far, causing the crowds on both banks to make a ruckus.

On the bow of the ship, Li Ruohai was holding Ren Shaoyang, their palms, fingertips, and heels facing each other.

The force was sometimes released, sometimes relaxed, sometimes released, sometimes shifted horizontally. Whenever Ren Shaoyang exerted his strength, the small boat would immediately sink, and the river water would almost reach the side of the boat. But when Li Ruohai exerted his strength, the small boat would seem to soar into the sky, like a shooting star streaking across the sky, floating and sinking.

During this time, Shao Yang changed his move, his palm was empty, and he used the "One Hair's Breadth Zen" technique to hold his opponent with his five fingers and then twist his fingertips.

Li Ruohai could no longer sit still; his powerful body began to rotate along with his five fingers.

Ren Shaoyang laughed loudly, and suddenly exerted force in his palm. Suddenly, with a soft "thunder" sound, dozens of towering water columns suddenly rose from the river surface, the sound like thunder, startling and dazzling.

Upon seeing this, some people on both sides of the strait recognized the fighters as Ren Jianshen and Li Ruohai, which immediately caused a huge uproar. Countless martial arts practitioners followed the small boat, running and shouting wildly along the shore.

The little beggar looked at the two people standing at the bow of the boat, shook his head, and with a gentle push of his bamboo pole, the small boat sped away with a "whoosh".

When the water column receded and the river became calm, the river was deserted, with only the bright moon reflected on it, large and round.

Suddenly, footsteps were heard, mixed with complaints.

"Oh dear, why are you hiding such an epic battle?"

"Hmph, are you afraid we'll surpass you?"

"Pah! You run so fast!"

A group of江湖 (jianghu, a term referring to the world of martial arts and outlaws) men came excitedly from the shore, but left dejectedly, cursing incessantly.

An old hand, unable to stand it any longer, coldly said, "Hmph, aren't you afraid that the Sword God will cut you all down with one sword?"

Upon hearing this, everyone fell silent and looked at each other in bewilderment.

Yes, Li Ruohai is still somewhat reserved, and he wants to maintain the image of a martial arts master.

That Sword God could kill anyone he wanted; he was incredibly ruthless!

In an instant, everyone's heart pounded, their bodies froze, and large beads of cold sweat poured down their backs. They dared not look up or breathe.

Suddenly someone shouted, "Run!"

"Ah~!"

The group screamed and scattered like birds and beasts, fearing that if they were too slow, they would be killed by swords flying from nowhere.

Meanwhile, three miles away, on a stone bridge, Ren Shaoyang and Li Ruohai stood quietly.

The covered boat was moored on the shore under the bridge. The little beggar leaned against the edge of the awning, sharpening his nails with a steel throwing knife, watching the two people facing off on the bridge.

Ren Shaoyang's gaze was clear as he said calmly, "In the first two moves, we were evenly matched. If we want to determine a winner, we'll probably have to have another move."

"Interesting," Li Ruohai chuckled. "You've compared big and small, but what about the third round?"

Ren Shaoyang thought for a moment and said, "We've surpassed even the most subtle and urgent techniques. How about we compete in stirring up trouble for our third move?"

“Of course!” Li Ruohai laughed loudly, one hand raised in front of his chest.

Ren Shaoyang also laughed loudly, and the two laughs merged together, rising higher and higher, like two dragons flying together, soaring straight into the sky.

Hongxiu, standing under the bridge, felt the small boat rocking incessantly. She shook her head, pressed her small hand down, and with a hum, a section of water beneath the boat instantly froze, becoming as still as ice.

The awning boat then calmed down and remained motionless amidst the turbulent waves.

Li Ruohai's iron-like robes suddenly trembled slightly, and he sighed softly, "What a beautiful moonlit night!"

"The moon shines as brightly as silk, and the breeze is as clear as water!"

Ren Shaoyang stood with his hands behind his back and smiled slightly.

Li Ruohai nodded, then suddenly shouted, "Take this!" His left palm slowly pushed forward, as gently as if pushing open a wooden door under the moonlight.

The two were originally three zhang apart, but after Li Ruohai struck out with his palm, he suddenly appeared as if in a flash, and with a straight arm, he struck Ren Shaoyang’s chest and abdomen.

Ren Shaoyang saw that the palm strike was seemingly ordinary yet slow and fast, and he immediately showed admiration. He swayed slightly, stretched out his hands, and grabbed the man's robe.

Li Ruohai immediately frowned.

Although this fight between the two was meant to determine a winner, it was also a contest of martial arts. The current situation was that he would strike Ren Shaoyang in the chest with a palm strike, while Ren Shaoyang would casually tear his clothes.

Not to mention that Ren Shaoyang is as strong as a rock and I can't hurt him, just the fact that my clothes were torn means that my momentum in this battle has been weakened.

Li Ruohai bit his tongue sharply, his palm strike abruptly halting as he caught the incoming hand with a swift movement. Thud!
When the two forces met, they surged together endlessly, causing the entire stone bridge to suddenly sway violently. The railings collapsed and fell into the water.

Even under such immense force, Li Ruohai's clothes remained intact. He leaped and circled around to Shao Yang's back.

Ren Shaoyang's vision blurred, and his formidable enemy vanished. He laughed, "Suddenly strong, sometimes gentle, with endless subtleties. It truly makes one feel as if they are chewing on an olive, never quite satisfied." With a graceful step, his sleeves billowed in the wind, and he suddenly swung his palm to strike Li Ruohai's meridian point.

But then a whistling sound arose, and Hongxiu, standing below the bridge, suddenly felt a blur before her eyes. She saw Ren Shaoyang and Li Ruohai appearing strangely in various places on the bridge. She knew that this was because the two were moving too fast and were flashing around at the same time, creating afterimages.

A glint flashed in Hongxiu's eyes as she clearly saw that in the blink of an eye, fists and palms rained down like a storm, and the two exchanged a hundred blows in quick succession. Their speed was beyond imagination.

Then, with another "bang," the two men slid backward without even getting up.

Li Ruohai quickly retreated several steps, and with a snap, broke a brick.

Ren Shaoyang, on the other hand, wore a flowing white robe and maintained his elegant demeanor as always.

Behind them was a bright, golden moon, with wispy clouds drifting by, lingering dreamily and ethereal beneath it.

"Alright! Shao Yang, let's see if you can withstand this palm strike!"

Li Ruohai shouted, then transformed into a green shadow and flashed a few times before suddenly flying into the sky. He gently stretched out his right palm and sent it forward.

This palm strike was devoid of any fancy moves; it simply slammed down heavily on Ren Shaoyang's head. At first glance, it appeared as fast as a shooting star, yet it was as slow as a drifting cloud. Extreme speed and extreme slowness were simultaneously manifested in this single palm strike.

"Wow, that's amazing! If Pang Ban of Yingfeng Gorge were to encounter you now, he'd be in serious trouble!"

Ren Shaoyang's tone was full of admiration, but his body also floated up gracefully, his palm and fingers moving like butterflies flitting among flowers as he went to meet her.

The next moment, Li Ruohai's palm force surged out, like layers of angry waves rushing forward. The river water under the bridge was blown by the force and immediately sank downwards, then burst out with countless waves.

Ren Shaoyang's fingers swept through the air to meet the attack, the sound of which carried a heart-stirring tremor, like the chanting of gods and Buddhas. Shi Liruohai felt as if he were standing in front of a resounding bronze bell, his heart and mind trembling. If he did not have extremely high self-control, he would almost be unable to hold on.

The two clashed, their palms surging, creating terrifying whirlwinds that swirled and churned the river, transforming it into a massive whirlpool.

The next moment, their palms met, and their long, black hair flew back like a waterfall. Their eyes were sharp and intense, as if sparks of electricity were flying between them; the battle had reached its final, crucial moment.

At that moment, Hongxiu felt a buzzing in her mind and then suddenly lost her hearing.

He felt that the sky, the river, and the stone bridge had all disappeared, and he had nowhere to stand. It was as if everything had vanished without a trace.

Everything was blank.

In the world, only Li Ruohai and Ren Shaoyang remained, their palms locked.

Hongxiu frowned, realizing that her mind had wandered and been devoured by the two people's incredibly powerful mental strength. She tilted her head slightly, instantly breaking free of the shackles and returning her mind to its tranquil state.

Only then did she realize that the awning boat she was in had been swallowed by the whirlpool and was about to capsize and fall into the water.

Hongxiu chuckled and said, "These two are really something!" With a flick of her wrist, the boat came to a stop. Then, with a sharp flick of her wrist, a "waterway" appeared on the river surface, resembling a frozen ice surface.

"Hehe, the 'Mountain Classic' is so much fun!"

The little beggar chuckled and casually flicked his wrist, and the small boat instantly slid back to the shore along the frozen waterway, faster than a flying arrow.

Just then, a deafening roar came from overhead, and two immense forces erupted, instantly shattering a large gap in the stone bridge. Dust and debris shot into the sky, and stones scattered and flew everywhere, crashing into the river and creating huge splashes.

When Hongxiu steered the boat back to shore, the gale and splashes had subsided.

A white shadow flashed, and Ren Shaoyang stood at the bow of the boat, his white clothes as beautiful as a painting, his sleeves fluttering.

Hongxiu looked around and found that Li Ruohai's figure was already dozens of feet away, walking with his hands behind his back.

At this moment, the moon was as bright as a mirror, the night breeze as gentle as flowing water, and the lights of thousands of homes in Nanjing shone brightly in the night, which felt incredibly welcoming.

Li Ruohai's laughter rang out: "Shaoyang, as expected, I'm still a notch below you. I wonder if I'll ever have another chance to have a good fight with you." His laughter was loud and clear, soaring through the night sky like an angry dragon.

Ren Shaoyang smiled faintly: "The saying goes, 'A bosom friend afar brings a distant land near.' When you reach the top, you are everywhere in the world, yet you see nothing."

This single drink, focusing the sound into a line, possesses a unique and elegant charm.

A gentle night breeze wafted by, and Hongxiu said, "If you give Laoli a year, I'm afraid you'll crash and burn."

“That’s right,” Ren Shaoyang laughed. “His physical body is the very essence of internal energy, capable of shaking the Five Sacred Mountains and surpassing the Seven Seas. His strength is boundless and inexhaustible, truly a divine skill that surpasses even the ‘Great Demon Seed Technique of the Dao Heart.’ Once he perfects it, no one in the world will be able to subdue him.”

"According to you," Hongxiu thought for a moment, her eyes lighting up, "doesn't this touch on the edge of 'being hated by both gods and men'?"

"Not far off!" Ren Shaoyang smiled slightly.

"Wow!" The little beggar was stunned. "We've witnessed a legend!"

“Myths are created by people.” Ren Shaoyang smiled and lowered his brows. “The more worlds you experience, the more famous scenes you will naturally see.”

As soon as he finished speaking, flames suddenly shot into the sky in the distance, and a great chaos erupted with shouts of people and neighing of horses.

Just then, a faint voice came: "His Majesty has passed away!"

(End of this chapter)