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

Chapter 316 God's Favorite Child (Seeking Monthly Tickets!)

The moonlight in the sky turned blood red.

Hongxiu extended her fair index finger, beckoned it, and parted her red lips, her voice lingering: "Three old clams, come on."

Upon hearing this, a commotion immediately erupted on the other side.

Everyone turned their gaze to the three top experts.

A short, thin, lonely old man, an old woman as cold as ice, and a little boy with a pigtail sticking straight up.

These three people didn't seem particularly special.

But everyone present knew that these three were actually the strongest after Wanyan Jue.

A lone plum blossom stretches for a thousand miles, a pavilion stands in the cold for a hundred miles, and what is truly terrifying is the vast plain stretching for ten thousand miles.

They are known as the Three-Time Champions of the Frontier!

The title "Triple Crown Winner Beyond the Great Wall" originally referred to the person who was ranked first, second, or third in the world in terms of lightness skill.

Not only are their lightness skills unfathomable, but their martial arts are also ruthless and vicious; they can often take a person's life with a single movement or a single step.

Upon hearing Hongxiu's words, Qianli Gumei, dressed as an old woman, raised her silver eyebrows and shouted, "You're courting death!"

Upon hearing this, the remaining two did not move, but two figures leaped out from the crowd and shouted in unison, "We are willing to share your burdens, senior!"

Her eyes sparkled as she gazed intently at him.

There was a big, fat man, not wearing any armor, only a loincloth around his waist, who looked like a wrestler.

The other man had bright red hair and beard, and an arrogant expression between his brows.

Both men were unarmed and strode over.

The fat man laughed loudly, his fat swaying like waves. He raised his fist and shouted, "You filthy bitch, how dare you boss around Senior Gu Mei like that? Die!" As he spoke, he slammed his fist down.

The force of the punch was so solid it seemed tangible; if an ordinary person were to receive it, their head would likely be crushed into their skull.

But Hongxiu, with a hint of a smile, stubbornly refused to dodge or avoid her.

Seeing this, the fat man became even more enraged and slammed down hard.

A loud bang was heard, and the mountain road shook.

Immediately afterwards, a scream rang out: "Ouch! My hand!"

Then the fat man, clutching his mangled right hand, retreated repeatedly.

Hongxiu yawned, brushed her bangs off, and laughed, "Put some force on me, I can still handle it."

"Ah! The indestructible body!"

"Damn it, why are there girls practicing this kind of kung fu?"

Everyone gasped in surprise. Just then, the red-haired man leaped out from behind the fat man and shouted, "Behold my Divine Fire Dao!"

The man's hands were bright red, radiating a strange, intense light, like molten iron, and the air was filled with gurgling sounds.

Although Hongxiu didn't know these two people, they were very famous in the Central Plains martial arts world.

The fat man is Tang Bu Shuai, one of the three great protectors of the Tang Clan. He is most skilled in the protective divine skill "Chaotic Heavenly Robe". The red-haired man is named Tang Pili, who is famous throughout the world for his "Divine Fire Dao".

At this moment, Tang Pili attacked with fierce fire energy, leaving everyone present amazed.

Ding An shook his head dismissively: "What trash!"

Hongxiu smiled and said, "Are you trying to make me laugh, you little flame?" She calmly raised her hands, and with a whoosh, lightning flashed.

Tang Pili's palm strike collided with lightning halfway through its trajectory, suddenly emitting a sharp whistle and scattering smoke in all directions.

Immediately following was a short, agonizing scream, and then, with a splattering sound, countless splatters of blood and flesh erupted in all directions like a shower of petals.

Blood and filth splattered all over the faces and heads of the Jin people!
"Ah! Brother!"

When Tang Bushuai saw that Tang Pili had been torn to pieces by a single palm strike, witnessing this tragic scene, his eyes widened in fury, and he charged forward with a frantic scream.

Hongxiu didn't move, just stood there with her hands on her hips.

The moment Tang Bushuai's fingertips touched her forehead, a tremendous force, like a thunderbolt, surged forth, sending him flying several feet away. With two soft thuds, his eyes rolled out of their sockets, and he cried out as if screaming. He tumbled down the cliff, his shrill screams echoing far and wide.

At this point, the scene immediately fell silent.

Tang Bu Shuai and Tang Pi Li are both protectors of the Tang Clan and are well-known in the martial arts world.

But now, facing this girl in red, he couldn't even withstand a single blow and died a gruesome death.

Her demeanor was as graceful as an immortal, yet her actions were as ruthless as a demon. Such stark contrasts existed simultaneously in one person.

In an instant, all the experts from the Jin Kingdom fell silent.

The pupils of the lone plum blossom in the distance shrank to the size of pinpoints.

She was aloof and had unusual hobbies. She even managed to hook up with the obese Tang Bushuai, and naturally learned several ruthless kung fu techniques from him.

Unexpectedly, Tang Bushai, who stood up for her, couldn't even withstand a single move and was instead killed by Hongxiu Wuchou's protective divine power.

"What a fucking piece of trash!"

Before Qianli Gumei could speak, Baili Hanting could no longer bear it and struck out with both palms.

To be honest, everyone likes Hongxiu, and even if they have to fight her to the death, they will still leave some room for maneuver.

However, Baili Hanting was naturally aloof and had always been bullied by his senior sister, Qianli Gumei, so his temper was extremely bad. He hated women so much that he would strike them hard.

When Hongxiu saw Baili Hanting strike with a palm, her big eyes darted around, and with a flick of her wrist, she received the blow.

With a loud bang, the bloody shadow vanished in a flash.

But the little beggar used the force of that palm strike to suddenly disappear.

"Chase!"

Seeing the blood-red figure flying towards the mountaintop, the three kings of the frontier, worried that Hongxiu might be detrimental to Wanyan Jue, immediately used their lightness skills to chase after her like fleeting shadows.

In an instant, only Ding An remained on the solitary boulder, facing more than a dozen masters.

"one two three four"

Ding'an carried the eagle-blade on his back, pointing with his prosthetic finger and silently counting.

Just then, a leisurely voice called out, "What are you doing?"

Ding'an was interrupted and glanced at them with displeasure.

The speaker was a middle-aged scholar, smiling and with five long strands of beard fluttering in the wind. Beside him was a beautiful woman holding a sword, smiling coldly.

“I’m counting how many of you there are,” Ding’an said earnestly.

“No need to count.” The scholar sneered. “I am Guo Jingfeng, ‘Western Region Divine Eagle’ of Little Qilian Mountain, and this is my wife, ‘Western Region Golden Swallow’ Zhan Feishuang.”

Guo Jingfeng pointed to the nine people behind him: "These are the Nine Guards of the Supreme Mansion."

"Alright, alright!" Ding An waved his hand and sneered, "Since we're going to kill him anyway, why bother introducing him?"

Guo Jingfeng frowned and snorted coldly, "You rude brat!"

Ding An raised a thick eyebrow, his eyes flashing like lightning as he stared at Guo Jingfeng's face.

Guo Jingfeng suddenly felt a strange sensation, as if two sharp arrows had pierced his face. He felt a chill in his heart and his whole body felt as if he had fallen into an icy pool.

The next moment, a blazing blade of light slashed down!
"Husband, be careful!" Zhan Feishuang shouted, leaping out like a nimble monkey and thrusting her sword.

when!
The flames burst forth, blindingly bright. Everyone felt the intense heat rushing towards them and instinctively covered their faces with their sleeves.

The next moment, Zhan Feishuang let out a muffled groan, and she staggered backward, her face flushed red, spitting out a mouthful of blood that burned the grass and trees on the ground black.

"Wife, what's wrong?" Upon seeing this, Guo Jingfeng sprang up, drew his sword, and thrust it towards Ding An's chest. "Everyone, this man is formidable, attack him together!"

Ding An shouted, "Do you think I, Li, am afraid of you bunch of golden dogs?" He leaped up diagonally, his eagle-blade flashing back.

The swords met and sparks flew.

Guo Jingfeng felt a burst of fiery energy that could burn everything, and his body was lifted off the ground. A mouthful of blood rushed to his throat, bitter and salty, and he spat it out.

"Drink!"

Zhan Feishuang pounced again, her sword flashing as she stabbed at Ding An's wrist.

Ding Anyi blocked her way, and after exchanging several blows with her, he suddenly shouted, "Get out of the way!"

With a loud thud, Zhan Feishuang was sent flying backward, her eyes wide open in disbelief.

Everyone saw that Ding An not only had a sharp swordsmanship, but also a strange metal prosthetic arm that was even more powerful. With a slight movement of his arm, he knocked the Western Region Golden Swallow to the ground.

For a moment, it felt like a dream, hard to believe it was real.

Wow!
Ding Anyi suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed Guo Jingfeng, and swung it sharply.

With a thud, it struck a large man on the forehead. Before the man could even cry out, his head was shattered, and his corpse flew backward, knocking two people behind him to the ground.

Guo Jingfeng collapsed and never got up again. His whole body was red, and blood was oozing from his seven orifices.

Upon seeing this, everyone was truly terrified, drew their weapons, and rushed forward.

Ding An laughed heartily, brandishing his eagle-blade which was engulfed in flames, and charged towards the group of experts.

Each step was deliberate and hesitant, each sentence a sharp and decisive one.

"In the beginning of time, who passed on the teachings?"

"Before the upper and lower realms were formed, how could we investigate them?"

"The darkness and gloom are beyond comprehension; who can fathom them?"

"How can one recognize Feng Yi's image?"

"Bright yet dark, what is the purpose of this?"

But one could see the sword flashing high and low, the high ones riding the wind and soaring above all things, the low ones graceful and unparalleled, unfathomable to ghosts and gods.

All they could see was raging flames, flashing blades, and a scorching wind blowing in their faces.

The young man in black robes seemed to transform into a ball of fire.

A blazing, violent, sky-burning rage!

It exploded immediately!

"Pfft!"

With a swift strike, the first man's abdomen was ripped open, his intestines spilling out three zhang (approximately 10 meters). The man staggered, letting out a series of low growls, before collapsing to the ground.

Suddenly, a gust of wind swept from behind, as Zhan Feishuang thrust her sword.

Ding An's longsword swirled and wrapped around his head. In an instant, the two men rose and fell like shooting stars, exchanging five blows.

"Puppy, give me back my husband!"

Zhan Feishuang's face was ferocious. She gathered her inner strength, and a long sword shot out from the air. The sword was as thin as paper, and its shape was unpredictable, like a group of snakes swarming.

Ding An shouted, "I'm not coming for your husband!" With a flick of his wrist, the eagle blade slashed twice, sending her flying again.

"Ah~!" Zhan Feishuang screamed in fury, "You scoundrel, you little dog! You and that bitch are having an affair! I curse your sons to have rotten asses!"

Seeing that she was no match for Ding An, she pointed her sword at him from a distance and began to curse him with vulgar and offensive language that was unbearable to hear.

Ding An frowned and roared, "You wicked woman!"

The prosthetic arm jerked violently!
With a whooshing sound, a silver-white short knife with an iron chain shot out and instantly pierced Zhan Feishuang's belly!

"Uh-huh~!"

Before Zhan Feishuang could react, she immediately bent over and screamed in pain. Suddenly, she felt a great force coming at her, and Ding An pulled her back to his front.

"It's okay to scold me, after all, I killed your husband."

Ding An Yi, holding a short knife, lifted her up completely and said very seriously, "But you can't scold the little beggar. That's the bottom line."

"I'll curse you all!" Zhan Feishuang, writhing in pain in the air, brandished her claws wildly, "I wish I could tear you apart and use you as a sacrifice to my husband!"

Ding An was taken aback. Seeing her so hysterical, he thought for a moment and then said, "You love your husband very much?"

Zhan Feishuang coldly snorted, "I'll follow you to the death!"

Ding An grinned: "I'll take you to see him then."

Ok?
Zhan Feishuang was taken aback.

Ding Anyi flicked his wrist, and the short knife severed tendons and bones, slicing horizontally from her waist.

Zhan Feishuang screamed shrilly, her belly ripped open and her intestines spilled out, and she fell backward.

The remaining people were horrified and jumped back.

A tall, thin man holding claws in both hands shouted, "This guy is ruthless! Everyone, surround him and don't come any closer!"

Upon hearing this, the crowd surrounded Ding'an.

Ding An laughed loudly, "I was just afraid you'd run away!" and suddenly leaped away.

A burst of fire swept across, causing the surrounding vegetation to curl and twist.

His eagle-blade was crimson red, and when he swung it, the wind and thunder roared. Coupled with his bold and unrestrained nature, his swordsmanship was wide and expansive, with each swing and thrust as powerful as a raging wildfire.

For a moment, several figures could be seen chasing each other like tumbleweeds on the mountain path at night, rising and falling suddenly, with the firelight and silver light flickering uncertainly, reflecting the blood light and blue flames above.

Another round of flashing blades ensued, when suddenly Ding'an shouted, "Hit!"

In the blink of an eye, he slashed out with forty-nine strokes in all directions, each one hitting the attacker's waist and abdomen with perfect precision.

When their attacks missed, the men felt excruciating pain in their chests and abdomens, cried out in unison, and collapsed to the ground.

Upon seeing this, the man wielding the claws quickly retreated, narrowly escaping death. In his panic, he struck the ground with his palm, generating a counterforce that propelled him far away, allowing him to float back more than two zhang (approximately 6.6 meters) and escape.

Seeing that he was highly skilled in lightness and quick-witted, Ding'an immediately leaped up and pounced on him.

The man was terrified and turned to flee.

Ding An shouted, "You can't escape!"

With a flick of his wrist, a few sharp, cracking sounds rang out, and he transformed into a cannon barrel.

He used his left thumb to measure distance, but after gesturing for a long time, he still couldn't figure it out. So he simply put his left hand down, randomly made a measurement, and shouted loudly:

"God, take him away!"

With a bang, a burst of fire shot out, followed by a cloud of air that shot towards the man's back.

boom!
The cannonball struck him squarely in the back, causing him to spit out blood. His body was thrown several meters into the air, engulfed in flames, before he plummeted headfirst off the cliff.
Ding An took a few steps forward, and as the screams faded into the distance, he saluted the sky and chuckled.

"God, I really am your favorite child!"

(End of this chapter)