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

Chapter 431 I have someone backing me!
Yeah!

The great river was lifted up by a single palm strike and circled in front of him. This stroke was powerful and unrestrained, its force astonishing.

The Demon King Sword Mountain was horrified by what he saw, and immediately felt the wind and water clashing against him, with waves surging and a raging torrent sweeping in!

boom!
The lightning that fell from the sky was dispersed with a single palm strike.

In an instant, the river water shattered like jade and flew like lightning.

Just as Demon King Jian Yue's eyes rolled back in his head, another loud shout rang out: "Take this!"

Demon King Jian Yue's pupils suddenly contracted as a palm strike came swiftly towards him. He immediately countered with two palm strikes, protecting his vital areas.

air!
A massive hand cleaved through his chest, an unbelievable force crashing down upon him.

The moment they met, Demon King Sword Yue spat out a mouthful of blood, which flew out with a "bang" as it skimmed the ground like a stone skipping across water!

Suddenly, a cloud of dust billowed up, and trees fell one after another, crashing heavily beneath a sword-shaped peak. With a deafening roar, the peak shattered, its foundation broken by a single palm strike from the newcomer.
Gazing at the mushroom cloud slowly rising in the distance.

Ren Shaoyang shrugged and laughed, "I have someone backing me up!" He turned to the burly man with his hands on his hips and quickly went to greet him, "Brother Xiao, I've missed you so much!"

The newcomer was none other than the ultimate version of Xiao Feng encountered on Lonely Cloud Island that day!

"Hahaha!" Xiao Feng laughed loudly, stepped forward and grabbed Ren Shaoyang's hand, saying sincerely, "Brother Ren, it's been a long time!"

"Ah, it's been a long time." Ren Shaoyang shook his head sheepishly. "It's been years since we parted ways on Lonely Cloud Island. We only met again because Brother Xiao saved my life!"

Xiao Feng raised a thick eyebrow, surveyed the entire Sword Realm, his gaze settling on the Sword River, and smiled slightly:
"Brother Ren, enough of the small talk. That strange man's martial arts are extremely strong, no weaker than mine. After I, Xiao, deal with him, we can drink and have some fun!"

Ga?
Ren Shaoyang's eyebrows drooped, knowing he was starting again.

Suddenly, a loud rumbling sound came from afar, and Demon King Sword Yue, enveloped in terrifying sword energy that seemed to be tangible, rushed over at lightning speed!
Xiao Feng, beaming with pride, laughed loudly: "Your skill is superb! May I ask your name?" As he spoke, he suddenly unleashed his palm technique, striking three times in quick succession.

The force of these three palm strikes was unleashed with a deafening dragon roar, causing the air to explode continuously, and the surrounding sword peaks were also pulled and swayed wildly.

While in mid-air, the Demon King Sword Yue Ren received two palm strikes, but suddenly felt a heat in his chest. The "Mysterious Yin Sword Armor" was unfastened as if by a slipknot, and his internal energy was released out of control.

boom!
Demon King Jian Yue let out a painful howl and was once again sent flying a hundred feet away, drawing an arc before crashing to the ground with a thud!

With one hand on his waist, Xiao Feng strode forward, his presence causing the meadows to tumble and roll to either side as if crushed by a raging wind.

"Your Excellency does not answer; could it be that you look down on me?"

His voice was like muffled thunder; though his tone was calm, his aura was wild, powerful, and terrifying.

Demon Lord Jian Yue slowly rose, his face grim, staring intently at the burly man before him, and said sternly, "Who are you, that you can freely enter and leave the Sword Realm?"

Xiao Feng's cold, lightning-like gaze swept over them, exuding immense power and astonishing presence.

"A certain Xiao Feng."

"Xiao Feng? Never heard of him!" Demon King Sword Yue frowned secretly. "How could such a master not have any reputation at all?"

"I've finished speaking, where are you, sir?"

Demon King Sword Yue said, "I am Demon King, the Lord of the Sword Realm!"

"The Sword Realm? The world of swords?" Xiao Feng's mind stirred, and he glanced at Shao Yang. "He seems to have a connection with my brother Ren."

"Xiao Feng!" Demon King Jian Yue said again, "No matter how you entered, this world is mine, and you..."

Before he could finish speaking, Xiao Feng's burly figure flashed, and his two broad, fleshy palms struck him repeatedly, shouting, "Hmph, you old devil clown, how dare you say another word!"

Demon King Jian Yue's face turned purple, a surge of anger rising within him. He roared, "You're courting death!"

The word "death" had barely left his lips when he suddenly flicked his right finger.

With a whoosh, the crimson meadow on the ground suddenly tensed up, and a series of whooshing sounds could be heard, as if thousands of flying swords were stabbing at him.

A chilling murderous intent instantly filled the surrounding area.

Benedict!
Xiao Feng shattered the grass swords scattered everywhere with a single palm strike, and then with a backhand move, "Divine Dragon Sweep its Tail," his arm lashed out like a whip.

Demon King Jian Yue couldn't dodge in time and saw the palm strike carrying wind and thunder. With a thud, his head hit the ground!
"Hmph, such a trivial skill, how dare you show off your amateurish abilities before an expert?"

Xiao Feng flicked his cloak, casually shattered the sword energy shot by the demon chieftain, blocked the dust in front of him, kicked him up, and then unleashed another palm strike, his hands moving in a myriad of motions.

Click!

The Demon Lord's "Mysterious Yin Sword Armor" shattered inch by inch, and he felt his internal energy surging wildly and out of his control. As his internal energy became disordered, his body immediately stiffened.

Xiao Feng laughed loudly: "The tortoise shell is broken, let's see what tricks you have up your sleeve?" He then slapped Xiao Feng several more times, the sound like a broken drum, dull and grating.

In an instant, screams, cries of pain, impacts, and shattering sounds erupted in chaos. The Demon King Sword Mountain was seen being struck and trembling in mid-air, like a sieve. In the end, with a series of thuds, it was beaten beyond recognition.

Ren Shaoyang stood behind him, watching the drama unfold, his face contorted in disgust.

The palm technique used by Brother Xiao was none other than the "Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms," which he relied on to dominate the world.

Logically speaking, this palm technique is merely an outer sect palm technique from a "low-level martial arts" world, and it is by no means comparable to a martial art as powerful as the "Twelve Swords of Profound Yin," which is almost divine and demonic.

But in reality, Demon King Jian Yue was like a child under Xiao Feng's palm, unable to fight back at all! His protective sword energy was as thin as paper, and his physical body was smashed into mud.

Ren Shaoyang praised, "Brother Xiao's Dragon Subduing Palm can truly be described as 'its vigorous movements are like surging waves, its quiet movements are like fine dust, its fierce movements are like a ferocious beast pouncing on its prey, and its ingenious movements are like a nimble ape climbing a tree!' It is truly unrestrained in its spirit, magnificent and invincible."

Xiao Feng laughed heartily, turned around, cupped his hands, and said, "Brother Ren, you flatter me!"

thump!
When Jian Yue landed, it suddenly exploded, breaking tendons and bones, and sending blood and flesh flying everywhere.

Ren Shaoyang stared blankly at the severed limbs and remains on the ground, utterly horrified: "Holy crap, they're all dead?!"

Sudden.

Xiao Feng's tiger-like eyes gleamed, and he shouted, "Where do you think you're going?!" With a swift movement of his hand, his palm strike unleashed a force as powerful as a collapsing mountain or a raging torrent.

With a loud thud, the ground seemed to sink an inch in the area within a hundred feet!
Xiao Feng roared, "Come back!" He took half a step forward, drew an arc with his palm, spread his five fingers, and the air between his fingers twisted and swirled, creating a spectacular sight.

In an instant, an unparalleled suction force emanated from his palm, expansive and unrestrained, displaying extraordinary boldness.

With a whoosh, a beam of red light shot out and landed in his hand.

"Brother Ren, look at this filthy thing, isn't it the Demon Lord from just now?"

Xiao Feng laughed heartily and stretched out his hand.

Ren Shaoyang craned his neck to look and saw the red light flowing in his hand, darting left and right, making a clattering sound, just like Sun Wukong couldn't escape the Buddha's palm. It looked extremely magical.

“It seems to make sense.” Ren Shaoyang scratched his head. “Anyway, I feel that the air in the entire Sword Realm is fresh and there is no more stuffiness than before. I suppose that’s why Brother Xiao trapped the Demon Lord.”

"Alright!" Xiao Feng said, "Brother Ren, this item is still quite magical, so I'll give it to you."

"No need, no need!" Ren Shaoyang waved his hand. "I haven't even mastered my own kung fu yet. This guy isn't suitable for me. Brother Xiao, you should keep him."

Xiao Feng glanced at him and saw that Ren Shaoyang was surrounded by black mist, his wounds had healed, and he looked relaxed, clearly indicating that his injuries had fully recovered.

"That's right! You possess several powerful martial arts techniques. If you cultivate them to their peak, I'm afraid I wouldn't be a match for you!"

Ren Shaoyang's eyebrows drooped: "Brother Xiao always loves to embarrass people!"

Xiao Feng asked in surprise, "Brother Ren, why do you say that?"

"Every time you encounter an enemy, you first say you can't beat them, then you knock them down with a few punches and kicks. Isn't this akin to killing someone by destroying their spirit?"

"Hey! That's really true." Xiao Feng exclaimed in sudden realization, "No wonder the Rakshasa Sect Master and the Prince of Yan cursed me as soon as they met!"

scare!
The Rakshasa Sect Master and the Prince of Yan, both of them suffered a setback at his hands?

Is Lao Xiao this powerful now?
Ren Shaoyang was startled. He looked up again and found that Brother Xiao had indeed changed a lot.

Now, his hair and beard were completely black, his eyebrows were thick, his eyes were bright and piercing, and his figure was extremely imposing. Compared to the dying old lion on Lonely Cloud Island, he now looked more like a lion king with his head held high and a proud air about him.

"Wow, Brother Xiao, you've turned back the clock!"

"Ah, haha! I went to a new world and ate a lot of rare and precious herbs." Xiao Feng laughed. "My elder brother even found me the Shennong Ruler. Now my chronic illness is completely cured, and I've regained my youth."

"That's wonderful!" Ren Shaoyang said sincerely. "Seeing my brother so carefree makes me truly happy!"

Xiao Feng laughed and said, "Brother Ren, if you have the chance in the future, come and visit our world."

"Can I get through too?"

"Have you forgotten how I got here?"

Ren Shaoyang scratched his chin: "I observed the Jianhe River and traced back to the past, and discovered that it could actually influence what happened in the original world!"

"So, when I was fighting the Demon King Jian Yue, I deliberately crossed the river to meditate on Brother Xiao, and unexpectedly I actually summoned you."

Xiao Feng spread his hands, one red and one green, and laughed, "Brother Ren, the reason you were able to bring me across realms is not only due to the effects of the Sword Realm and Sword River, but also, most importantly, to what's inside your body."

Ren Shaoyang's eyes flickered, and he said softly, "Within my body?"

Xiao Feng laughed and said, "That's right, you have an opportunity left to you by your elder brother."
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P.S.: Double monthly tickets at the beginning of the month, please help me out, my godfathers!

(End of this chapter)