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

Chapter 363 Come on, say hello to everyone.

The light rain pattered down, landing in circles on the bluestone slabs, gradually lessening as it fell.

The mountains surrounding Lin'an Prefecture are pristine and charming.

Before the Chuigong Hall, beneath the white jade-like stone steps, a dark mass of imperial guards stood with their spears, their faces solemn, like human-shaped stones, staring intently at the hall's entrance.

Similarly, renowned masters from both the legitimate and illegitimate worlds of martial arts have also come here.

There was the Shaolin Tianzheng presiding, with the Five Elders standing behind him; there were the Wudang Taichan Daoist, the two elders Tieqi Yinping, and the Wudang Zhenshan number one master, the old man Dayong; there were also the Yangtze River Waterway masters Zhang Canjin, Wan Suiyu, and Liushenzhang; and the Beggar Clan's "Shadowless Swiftness" Qiu Wuyi, and other masters.

These individuals are the strongest masters in the world, apart from Li Chenzhou and Yan Kuangtu.

"Report!!!"

A master of the imperial guards used his lightness skill, leaning forward so much that he almost skimmed the ground as he flew over.

Kneeling before the commander of the Imperial Guards, he said, "The doors and windows of the Chuigong Hall are currently closed and cannot be opened."

The commander shouted, "Can't you even break it open?"

The expert said, "General, the doors and windows of the main hall are as strong as metal. Not only can they not be smashed, but they can also not be cut by swords. If you exert any force, it will generate a tremendous shock. In a short time, more than a dozen soldiers have been injured by the shock."

"This"

The commander was in a dilemma, unsure whether to order an attack or temporarily besiege the enemy. He was at a loss for what to do.

Suddenly, a Buddhist chant was heard.

"Amitabha."

A short monk dressed in gray robes came out.

Although he looked short and had a gentle expression, when he stood up...

Whether it was the tall and imposing Taoist Tai Chan, the two carefree old Taoists Tie Qi and Yin Ping, or Qiu Wuyi and the others leaning on their green jade staffs.

The faint smiles on their faces had disappeared, replaced by boundless respect.

Because this person is none other than the leader of the righteous path, one of the Four Pillars of the world, Master Tianzheng of Shaolin.

Tianzheng laughed and said, "Commander Liu, the Chuigong Hall was breached through its doors and windows using supreme internal energy. Without a certain level of internal strength, it cannot be broken." He paused, then continued, "How about I give it a try?"

Upon hearing this, the commander of the Imperial Guards glanced at him indifferently and asked, "Master, are you confident?"

Tian Zheng said calmly, "It's alright."

The commander of the Imperial Guards nodded and said, "Thank you for your trouble, Master!"

"Easy to say, easy to say."

Tian Zheng smiled and clasped his hands in a gesture of respect, then turned to look at the Chui Gong Hall, which was ten zhang away.

With his right hand curled, he gently pressed down, as softly as if he were plucking a flower petal.

With a hiss, a straight burst of energy shot out.

As everyone watched, Tian Zheng flicked his sleeves and made a single stroke with his fingers, like thousands of willow branches gently brushing the water, their delicate strands creating an indescribably tender and lingering effect.

Tai Chan couldn't help but exclaim, "Master Tianzheng's finger-gesturing technique is so elegant and graceful, like the gathering of clouds at dusk. If someone were to take up this technique, they would probably only be able to look to the ends of the earth and turn back in vain."

As the Wudang sect leader spoke, with a "crack," the bolt on the main gate of the Chuigong Hall broke, and the gate swung open, revealing a dark, empty space.

However, the finger strike was like a mud ox sinking into the sea, leaving no trace whatsoever.

The crowd looked at each other, unsure of what to do.

The Imperial Guard commander coughed and asked in a low voice, "Master, is no one inside?"

"No!" Tianzheng said in a deep voice, "There's someone there, and a great expert at that!"

"If there are experts, why are they silent?"

Tianzheng looked intently into the hall and said, "It is precisely because you are a master that you were able to silently and easily dissolve my 'Flower-Picking Finger Force'!" As he spoke, he suddenly extended two fingers and swiftly pointed them out.

This finger thrust was faster than an arrow released from a bow, and with a whoosh, it struck the hall again.

Just then, a soft "ee" was heard, followed by a force of recoil.

Tian Zheng felt an immense force pressing down on his internal organs, causing him to see stars and feel like golden flies were swarming around him. His mind and ears were buzzing, and even the world seemed to be spinning.

In an instant, Tian Zheng took a step back, his face as pale as paper.

"Brother!"

"Grandmaster!"

Everyone was startled and exclaimed.

He rushed forward, carrying the five elders, and reached out to stop Tianzheng's body.

call!
The robes of the six old monks suddenly fluttered up, and they felt their legs go weak, so they involuntarily took half a step back.

Upon seeing this, Tai Chan and the others felt their hearts pound uncontrollably, and they couldn't help but be secretly astonished:
"The person inside the hall was able to push Tianzheng and the Five Elders back half a step simply by exerting force out of thin air. Such skill is probably no more than that of Yan Kuangtu in his prime!"

Just then, Tianzheng exclaimed loudly, "Such pure Buddhist internal energy, such sharp and fierce sword energy! Is it the Sword God Ren in person?"

"Ha, the old monk's kung fu is not bad."

A clear voice rang out, and then a dashing young man in white robes stepped out.

When he stepped out of the palace gate, everyone's eyes lit up.

All I could feel was the presence of this white-robed gentleman amidst the gloomy, oppressive atmosphere of the palace, his vibrant colors and the aura he exuded.

Completely different.

It's as if they don't belong in the whole world.

He stood there in a clean and simple white robe.

But the entire palace, and even the dark world, became his shadow behind him, as if everything else was insignificant except to highlight that pure white figure.

“Ren Jianshen.” Tian Zheng hesitated for a moment, then sighed and said, “You have acted recklessly and caused too much bloodshed.”

Ren Shaoyang said, "Great chaos leads to great order, and great order is sure to be followed by great prosperity."

Tianzheng clasped his hands together and chanted, "Amitabha." He said with compassion, "If the Sword God is deluded and goes against the will of Heaven, must the world be thrown into chaos and all living beings suffer before this is possible?"

"Aren't you afraid of your inner demons?"

Ren Shaoyang laughed heartily: "My actions are in accordance with my heart's desire. The so-called 'perfect reality' has long been far removed from error and has been settled!" "Back then, when the Buddha attained enlightenment under the Bodhi tree, he wanted to enter Nirvana. All the gods, asuras, and Indra begged him to save all sentient beings. The Buddha said: 'Stop, stop. My Dharma is wondrous and difficult to fathom.' This is the divine, and also the perfect enlightenment nature."

Tian Zheng was shocked and exclaimed in astonishment, "Sword God Ren has actually reached such an extraordinary realm?"

Ren Shaoyang stepped forward and said calmly, "Neither extinguished nor born, neither continuous nor constant, neither one nor different, neither coming nor going."

After listening, Tianzheng stared blankly for a long time, then sighed, "It is fortunate to have heard the profound words of Sword God Ren today. It is just a pity that he is both Buddha and demon. The higher Sword God's cultivation, the greater the harm he will cause to the world!"

"The one who poses the greatest threat is not me, Ren," Ren Shaoyang said coldly, "but you."

"Nonsense!"

"What's so absurd about that?" Ren Shaoyang smiled. "Once you scum are crushed, virtuous and righteous people will surely restore our country."

Tianzheng's expression changed drastically: "Aren't you afraid that the Jin Kingdom will invade and repeat the humiliation of Jingkang?"

"With Commander Yue here, what do I have to fear?" Ren Shaoyang laughed loudly. "If it weren't for buying Commander Yue time to recapture Bianjing, I would have already taken the heads of those two dogs, Zhao Gou and Qin Hui!"

"presumptuous!"

"Be bold!"

"How dare you address the Emperor by his given name!"

The crowd shouted, their emotions running high.

Master Tai Chan flicked his long sleeves and sneered, "How dare you."

Qiu Wuyi slammed his green jade staff down and shouted angrily, "Insolence!"

At this moment, when the old man Dayong from Wudang saw that Ren Shaoyang was alone, his eyes lit up. He shouted "You're courting death!" and rushed forward, striking out with a palm.

Elder Dayong is the number one master of Wudang Mountain. In terms of actual combat and internal strength, he is second to none in the martial arts world.

Now, unleashing his full power, his palm strikes are like a copper wall, whistling as they come.

Ren Shaoyang's white robe billowed, his hair pulled back like a flag, but he didn't flinch, and asked loudly, "Where did you come from, you birdman?"

He swung his palm back and pressed it against Old Man Dayong's chest.

This palm strike was simple and unadorned, yet it seemed to be filled with boundless divine power. It only extended half a foot, and the water on the ground was swept up by the palm wind, suddenly covering the face of Elder Dayong.

"Ren Ni, remember this: I am the Elder of Dayong of Wudang!"

Old Man Dayong shouted, neither dodging nor avoiding, but raising his palm to meet the attack. With a slight shift in his footing, a wave of water rose up, enveloping the opponent.

"You, I know you!"

Ren Shaoyang laughed and casually drew a circle with his right palm, instantly dispelling the surrounding waves.

Old Man Dayong lunged forward, his palms flashing out in unpredictable patterns.

Ren Shaoyang neither dodged nor avoided him, but simply stared at him, his words like thunder.

"I will not sacrifice myself!"

The sound made the old man Dayong tremble all over!
"Nine Yang Yin Hands" Ji Wupeng was his nickname and original name thirty years ago, before he entered the martial arts world. How did this person know that?

Moreover, the loud shout was like a thunderclap, causing his originally gentle and continuous true energy to suddenly become chaotic and flow against his meridians.

Old Man Dayong opened his eyes wide in fear, as if struck on the head. His body trembled, his vision blurred with black and gold, his forehead turned black, and all his true energy escaped in wisps.

Ren Shaoyang's eyes widened, gleaming with a strange light. Their eyes met, and the old man Dayong trembled and convulsed.

His eyes rolled back, his face twitched, and he yelled, "You!"

"puff!"

The old man, Dayong, turned from red to purple, coughed up a mouthful of blood, fell backward, and died instantly.

These two events happened incredibly fast. People only saw Ren Shaoyang shout and glare before killing Da Yong.

Such skill immediately stunned everyone present.

At this moment, a light rain was falling, pattering on everyone's heads, bodies, and clothes.

After a long silence, Qiu Wuyi, the leader of the Beggars' Sect, finally spoke in a hoarse voice, "You, you—each word he uttered felt as heavy as a thousand pounds—you are no less than Yan Kuangtu."

Ren Shaoyang did not answer, but instead looked at everyone with his hands behind his back and a faint smile.

In the original novel of "The Legend of the Divine Heroes", Yan Kuangtu, who only had half of his power left, made his first appearance and killed Da Yong with three loud shouts, shocking the entire audience.

Now, Ren Shaoyang could kill this person with a single shout or glance, which made him extremely arrogant.

At this moment, the two cavalrymen from Wudang, Iron Cavalry and Silver Bottle, were furious to see Dayong being drunk to death by Ren Shaoyang, and that he was still so arrogant.

The iron cavalryman roared, "Even if you are as fierce as Yan Kuangtu, we will leave you here today!"

Yinping asked, "Ren Shaoyang, what happened to the official's family in the palace?"

Upon hearing this, everyone pricked up their ears and listened intently, not daring to breathe too loudly, for fear of hearing the most improbable and shocking words.

"Amitabha Buddha~" Tianzheng clasped his hands together and softly chanted the Buddha's name.

Ren Shaoyang casually said, "Zhao Gou."

"How dare you address an official by his name!"

"That's right, do you know what you're doing? Treason, rebellion, plotting to assassinate the emperor, and murdering important officials—these are all heinous crimes punishable by the confiscation of property and the extermination of one's entire clan!"

"Exactly! Before you commit a grave mistake, we should stop now and leave you with a whole corpse!"

Ren Shaoyang chuckled: "Zhao Gou is right here." He reached out and suddenly a huge suction force emanated from him.

Whoosh!
A perfectly round sphere flew straight into my hand.

Ren Shaoyang tugged at his hair, raised his hand to show off, and smiled brightly: "Come on, say hello to everyone~"

They stared at the dead head, its eyes wide open, its face filled with terror and disbelief.

The scene fell silent instantly; everyone gaped, unable to accept the news that the Emperor was dead.

This news is truly appalling!
"Ah, ah! Your Majesty~!"

Someone screamed in terror and collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

(End of this chapter)