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

Chapter 315 The Fallen Sun

The sky had darkened, and the night sky was like a clear obsidian, adorned with a silver gem and countless tiny diamonds.

The Jialu River meanders and flows like silk and satin, with thousands of sails racing and surging into the distance.

Phoenix Mountain Top.

There was an open space with lush green grass, surrounded by strange rocks and pine trees, a beautiful sight.

Ren Shaoyang stood with his hands behind his back on the cliff top, looking at the distant, strangely shaped peaks rising up in an endless range, his eyes indifferent, his clothes fluttering.

At that moment, a figure gradually appeared behind them.

The newcomer was tall and imposing, with deep-set features and excessively sharp angles.

He was clad in armor, which, under the moonlight, seemed to radiate a bright yellow flame, dazzling and splendid.

Wanyan Jue strode over with his hands hanging down at his sides.

Walking up to Ren Shaoyang, he slowly said, "Such beautiful mountains and rivers truly require climbing to a high vantage point to fully appreciate their beauty."

Ren Shaoyang glanced at him sideways and said, "You dare to lay a finger on the Central Plains?"

"But I am already standing on the summit," Wanyan Jue declared, pointing to the ground. "This place belongs to the Great Jin!"

Ren Shaoyang said calmly, "It won't be like that tomorrow."

Wanyan Jue sneered, "You trust Yue Fei a lot, and you're also very confident that you can hold me back?"

“Of course,” Ren Shaoyang said casually, “but you’re wrong about one thing.”

"Where did I go wrong?"

Ren Shaoyang raised an eyebrow and said, "You were wrong to think I could hold you back."

"Oh?" Wanyan Jue paused, narrowing his eyes. "So you were reciting the Empty City Stratagem?"

"No!" Ren Shaoyang said indifferently, "What I mean is that you underestimate me."

Wanyan Jue scoffed: "Do you intend to murder the emperor?!"

Ren Shaoyang, shrugging, said, "It should be called taking your dog's life."

"Interesting." Wanyan Jue looked up at the sky with his hands behind his back. "This is the first time in decades that someone has spoken to me like this. Should I be happy?"

Ren Shaoyang sneered, "Happy my ass!" With a flick of his sleeve, several sword blades shot out with a series of "sizzling" sounds.

Wanyan Jue was caught off guard by his sudden attack. He frowned, his face turning blue as the sword light reflected off him. He immediately felt a chill and was greatly alarmed. He quickly leaped back several feet.

But to his surprise, a clanging sword light rang out before him, followed closely by a dazzling, unrestrained, and ethereal display.

Wanyan Jue stood at the forefront, like a spring breeze sweeping up countless blue enchantresses, the wind howling and the flowers raining down, covering the sky and the sun, reaching everywhere.

"How brave!"

With anger rising on his face, Wanyan Jue took a half step back. Suddenly, his armor shattered and was shot out by a domineering force, heading straight for Ren Shaoyang.

Ren Shaoyang chuckled softly.

A white shadow flashed, its body swaying like water plants, and it suddenly swept through the fragments of armor, pointing its fingers and stabbing towards Wanyan Jue's eyes.

This flash and dart, as fast as lightning, and the flicking fingers, so elusive and ever-changing, make it impossible to discern the direction.

Wanyan Jue was startled again, both by the speed of his opponent's response and by the speed of the white-robed man.

"Hey!"

With another soft sound, Wanyan Jue felt a chill on his forehead, followed by hot blood flowing down, clearly from being scratched by two fingers.

He had never encountered such a dramatic change in his life.

The white-robed man opposite him only used two hands, a flick of his sleeve and a point of his finger.

However, the skill in swordsmanship and the unpredictability of his movements were truly astonishing!
At this moment, Wanyan Jueshen felt a sudden chill rise in his heart, which was then replaced by overwhelming rage.

This person, this person really wants to kill me!
A southern barbarian, a Han Chinese whose spine was broken thirteen years ago, who raped and humiliated his wife and daughters, and trampled on them wantonly.

How dare they try to kill me?!

Wanyan Jue suddenly roared, "You dog-like thing, how dare you?!" He stepped back into a bow stance, threw out a punch with a bang!

With a punch forward, the scorching force of the fist spreads in all directions, solid as a mountain and moving as a river. The interplay of stillness and movement is contained within a single punch.

——Heaven and Earth Overlord Fist: Fire Rain Cover.

"not bad."

Ren Shaoyang chuckled lightly, and with a slight movement, his body became as flat as paper in an instant, dodging Wanyan Jue's sweeping punch in the blink of an eye.

Rumble!
The force of the punch continued unabated, hurtling straight towards the edge of the cliff, smashing a crack in the darkness and mist, turning it crimson, like a rain of fire falling from the sky.

That instant of light illuminated the heavens and earth in a crimson glow.

Ren Shaoyang flicked his nails, idly watching Wanyan Jue across from him.

Wanyan Jue wiped the blood from his forehead, his face grim, and said in a low voice, "Heh, I actually underestimated you!"

"Ren never lies."

Ren Shaoyang's figure vanished, and his voice came from the sky.

Wanyan Jue responded with surprise, looked up, and his eyes widened instantly, his face turning slightly pale.

Ren Shaoyang was seen sitting cross-legged in mid-air, with nothing beneath him.

"Huh?" Wanyan Jue was slightly lost in thought, seeing the white robe hanging in mid-air with nothing to lean on.

"What kind of bizarre skill is this? How can you float in the air?"

Ren Shaoyang smiled slightly: "This is the Chan method of my Vajra Sect."

"Is this some kind of Zen practice?"

"The weight of a thousand pounds hangs on a single hair; this is the Zen of 'a hair's breadth in the weight of a thousand pounds'!"

Wanyan Jue was somewhat stunned. Upon closer inspection, he indeed saw a thin, clear blue thread, one end connected to Ren Shaoyang, and the other end wrapped around the treetop.

He felt a chill run down his spine, thinking to himself, "To be able to lift a body weighing over a hundred pounds with just a thin thread, this young man has mastered kung fu to an unparalleled degree."

Suddenly, Wanyan Jue realized: "That's it! The reason this person was able to break through my 'Haotian Gang Qi' protective barrier with a single finger must be because he used this damned 'One-Strike Zen,' the so-called 'breaking through the surface with a point, penetrating the space between the thin and the thick.' This damned skill is the most effective counter to my protective aura!"

Wanyan Jue suddenly calmed down and asked in a nonchalant tone, "What's your name?"

"You just registered your name, don't you remember?"

"I do not wish to remember the names of the dead."

"now what?"

Wanyan Jue said in a deep voice, "I consider you my greatest adversary."

"Okay, I'll spoil you this once," Ren Shaoyang said with a smile. "My name is Ren Shaoyang."

“Ren Shaoyang.” Wanyan Jue nodded. “If you join my Supreme Palace, you will help me conquer the world. With your martial arts skills, you are qualified to be ennobled and appointed as prime minister.”

"Damn it, you want me to be a traitor?"

Wanyan Jue chuckled and said, "To the Song people, you are a traitor. But to me, you are an unparalleled hero, a virtuous minister whose name will be etched in history!"

Ren Shaoyang scoffed: "Using your method, making a name for yourself in history is too slow. I don't like it."

"Oh?" Wanyan Jue said calmly, "What's your plan?"

Ren Shaoyang's eyes blazed, and he sneered, "The Jin emperor died suddenly, and the Jurchens were destroyed. How pleasing to the ear!"

Wanyan Jue pursed his lips, his face grim.

At this moment, towering mountains and lofty peaks stretched out all around, like a giant dragon fast asleep. Looking into the distance, the vast wilderness stretched as far as the eye could see, with the wind whistling through the pine needles.

Wanyan Jue suddenly laughed, and said slowly in a deep voice, "What I like most is to be simultaneously dismembering Song people like you, having sex with Song princesses, and having Zhao Ji (Emperor Huizong) give me a handjob."

The wind blows through the tall grass, sounding like weeping and howling.

Ren Shaoyang remained indifferent and said calmly, "So?"

Wanyan Jue frowned: "So, you're not angry at all?"

"Would you go to the mortuary and rage against the dead?" Ren Shaoyang said calmly. "In my heart, you," he pointed, then to the north, "and your people, are already dead."

"What makes you so proud that you dare to look down on me like this!"

Wanyan Jue stepped forward and shouted sternly, "Wait until I skin you alive, then see if you still dare to be so stubborn!"

He lowered his body and thrust into a horse stance, unleashing a punch that instantly transformed the raging wind into a chilling gust, freezing one's very soul.

——Heaven and Earth Overlord Fist: Vast and Cold.

"No matter how hard your fists are," Ren Shaoyang sneered repeatedly. In a flash, a white shadow moved with incredible speed and agility, following the force of the fist, and he had already reached Wanyan Jue.

"Can it withstand the torrent of heaven and earth?"

A white figure suddenly appeared, striking with a palm. The palm wind tore through the air, going straight and powerful, as if Mount Buzhou had collapsed, enveloping Wanyan Jue's entire body.

flutter!
The fists and palms struck each other, creating a tremendous, soul-stirring sound.

"Ha, the torrent of heaven and earth?" Wanyan Jue spread his right hand and pulled sharply. "I am the mandate of heaven!"

With a "Whirlwind Sweep," the air at the top of the cliff seemed to be sucked dry by a monstrous force, and the space within a radius of about ten feet suddenly became distorted.

Ren Shaoyang felt an incredibly strong suction force emanating from Wanyan Jue's palm. Even with his astonishing skill, he was manipulated by this force, unable to maintain his balance, and was pulled towards Wanyan Jue.

But he was a veteran of countless battles, and immediately his energy and spirit were focused. As his sleeves billowed out, the sound of swords rang out, and countless blades suddenly appeared.

But then the blade suddenly swayed like a gentle breeze, as if naturally formed; then it resembled a child's drawing, purely spontaneous; then it soared like a flying dragon, freely and unrestrainedly wielded.

Both of them are unparalleled figures. Even when they make a move, they do so with divine understanding rather than by dismantling the opponent's defenses.

But in the blink of an eye, a hundred strikes collide, creating an indescribable spectacle.

A series of loud clanging sounds rang out, each one piercing and creating a chaotic atmosphere.

After exchanging a hundred blows, the two gathered their inner energy again and, with angry shouts, launched another attack.

With a sudden, deafening roar, the horizontal rock, unable to withstand the two men's unparalleled skill, collapsed.

Amidst the billowing dust, the two of them fell down together with the mud and sand.

Even as he fell, Wanyan Jue continued to flail his fists, sending dust and rock fragments flying everywhere.

Ren Shaoyang swayed left and right, then with a flick of his wrist, his longsword split into countless sword threads, using the power of force to strike at the vital points and exploit the weaknesses.

The so-called method of "asking for strength" is all about finding weaknesses and gaining control of the body. It is extremely difficult to do, and now that one is in mid-air with the constant threat of death looming over one's entire body, it is even more difficult.

Ren Shaoyang, however, used the tip of his sword as a weapon to stab at his opponent's side, and a series of hissing sounds could be heard.

The sparks from the clash of fists and swords were like thousands of fireflies around them.

Beautiful yet deadly fireflies.

Wanyan Jue roared furiously, suddenly feeling his body being pulled into a huge vortex. His whole body tensed up, then relaxed completely. Suddenly, his skin tore open and blood gushed out.

His body was covered in blood and flesh, with blood mist spraying everywhere. His chin exploded, blood gushed from his right shoulder, and his left ear was nowhere to be seen.

Its entire body was shrouded in misty blood droplets, making it look like a falling shooting star.

Blood gushed out wildly from Wanyan Jue's body.

His chest, right shoulder, face, left ear, chin, and thigh were all covered in blood, with flesh torn apart and blood gushing everywhere.

It is said that there can only be one sun in the sky.

Wanyan Jue was bestowed the title of Master of the Supreme Palace and Overlord of Heaven and Earth by his brother Wanyan Aguda. He was allowed to use the title "朕" (zhen), which was originally reserved for emperors, as his self-reference.

Therefore, the Jin Dynasty had two suns.

One was Emperor Wanyan Aguda.

One of them is Wanyan Jue, the Grand Marshal of the Five Routes of the Jin Kingdom, the Supreme Lord of the Palace, and the Overlord of Heaven and Earth!

But now, this is the sun of the Jin Kingdom.

However, it was almost torn to pieces by Ren Jianshen.

It fell!
(End of this chapter)