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

Chapter 507 I'm petty
Kill me within five hours?
Tangte Funagoe, enraged, laughed coldly: "Baka! What a big mouth you have!"

With a swift movement, he grabbed Ding An's shoulders, exerting force in his arms as if to crush the man's shoulder blades.

Ding An laughed, "A mere farmer, daring to come out and scare people?" His prosthetic hand swiftly grabbed the man's wrist, and with a pull, not only neutralized the force but also caused the boat to stagger, the two almost face to face.

Tang Tefunekoshi realized something was wrong; a hard object had struck him on the head, instantly splitting his forehead and causing blood to gush out. He clutched his head and staggered back seven or eight steps before finally managing to stand firm on his post.

Inside the Zhonghua Pavilion, several waiters laughed and said, "This Japanese dares to challenge Master Li with his head; he's really courting death!"

Before the laughter had subsided, the shopkeeper suddenly shouted, "Two more ladles!"

Upon hearing this, Ding An shouted "Enough!" His prosthetic hand flashed with phosphorescence, and five iron fingers grew rapidly in the wind, like iron whips crisscrossing and strange snakes writhing, wrapping around Tang Te Funakoshi's ankle with a "whoosh".

"Ah! What kind of move is that?"

Tang Tefunakoshi had never seen such a bizarre weapon before. He felt his body lose its balance and wildly slashed out with his palms, striking a large tree ten feet away. With a "crack," the tree snapped in half.

Ding An waved his hand, as if controlling a kite.

Tang Te Funakoshi danced wildly, unleashing a series of palm strikes, but none of them landed squarely, stirring up dust everywhere.

"Heh, get down!"

Ding An stepped forward, his left palm carrying a gust of wind, striking directly at Ding An's face.

His previous moves had all been playful, but now he revealed his true skill, instantly abandoning his casual attitude. His palm techniques were simple and unadorned, yet powerful and vigorous. In an instant, the wind from his palms whistled, filling the ears of all who heard it.

Tangte Funakoshi felt as if the giant hand was all around him, like a meteorite falling from the sky, and he was powerless to resist. He immediately mustered his strength and shouted, throwing out both hands in a desperate struggle.

"boom!"

Ding An forcefully pushed his palms away, the force of which went straight into his chest, causing him to vomit violently.

"Crack!" Tang Shouchuan's bones broke and his tendons shattered. He flew several meters as if riding the clouds, and his limbs flew off his body after landing.

When everyone saw that Ding An had reduced the Japanese man to a large lump of flesh and blood with a single palm strike, they were all terrified and speechless.

Suddenly, the innkeeper's voice rang out: "Master Li, the wine is full!"

Hooray!
Thunder rumbled in the sky, dark clouds churned, and flashes of white lightning appeared intermittently, defying the natural order of things, falling along with the rain.

Ding An chuckled and said loudly, "Perfect timing to go back and have some wine!"
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Three hundred li away from Fengxi Village lies Mount Culai, a place of picturesque beauty and unparalleled elegance. Pine trees exude a gentle mist, strange rocks are bathed in the glow of the setting sun, and a spring murmurs over the rocks, its sound like a zither or dulcimer.

Halfway up the mountain, there is an academy called "Fang Tie Shu Zhai". It is a well-known academy in the area, and a statue of Confucius stands in the courtyard, which is a place that many students must visit.

At this moment, three figures stood in front of the statue of Confucius.

The leader, dressed in an indigo silk robe, was tall and had a dignified bearing; he was none other than the Holy King, the ruler of the Fuyu Kingdom.

He was suddenly inspired to write poetry and was about to express his feelings with his pen.

Behind him stood two men. One was a scholar in a blue robe, carrying a chest on his back, with bright, piercing eyes, and looked to be no more than twenty years old. This man was the Holy King's pageboy and also his junior brother, named Zilu.

Another middle-aged man was dressed in rags, and what was particularly amazing was that he carried six swords on his back, each engraved with one of the six characters: "rites, music, archery, charioteering, calligraphy, and mathematics".

This man's name was Yan Hui. At this moment, he was staring at his surroundings with a look of vigilance between his brows.

Dark clouds rolled in the sky, and thunder rumbled.

The Holy King continued writing with great enthusiasm, his heroic spirit evident in his expression.

Suddenly, footsteps were heard, and a person walked quickly to Zilu's side with his head down and whispered a few words.

Zi Lu's expression turned cold, and he waved his hand.

The man bowed and said respectfully before retreating.

Zilu walked to the Holy King's side and whispered, "Your Majesty, Tang Shou Funakoshi has faced off against the 'Sword Emperor' at the Chinese Pavilion."

The Holy King gave an "oh," put down his pen, stood up, and calmly looked at Zilu: "Who gave him permission to act without authorization?"

Zilu chuckled and said, "Musashi Mori."

The Holy King clapped his hands and laughed, saying, "My disciple has always had great ambitions, like a dragon hidden in the abyss, but he wants to do something like a snake swallowing an elephant!"

Zilu said, "Your Majesty, you just greeted the Sword God, and Musashi Mori sent people to attack the Chinese Pavilion. The Three Fiends have always been hostile to Japan, and this move may provoke their dissatisfaction."

The Holy King remained calm and said indifferently, "Zilu, in your opinion, what kind of person is Musashi Mori?"

Zilu said, "Plan before you act; a wise and shrewd person will make a decision!"

The Holy King smiled and said, "Therefore, when things are unusual, there must be something fishy going on."

Zilu's pupils contracted: "Is someone fanning the flames behind his back?" Then he looked worried and sighed, "But who has the power to instigate the Japanese general?"
The Holy King shook his head and said, "I don't know either." He glanced at the overcast sky and said coldly, "Immediately write a letter to the three villains, explaining the advantages and disadvantages. You shall deliver it personally."

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

The Holy King coldly snorted, "The most urgent task is to break through the acupoints. Anyone who dares to hinder me will deserve to die!"

Just then, the sound of students reading aloud came from inside the academy.

Confucius said: "A man should study diligently, for therein lies a house of gold."

The Holy King paused, then frowned and looked over.

An aged voice rang out: "You all must thoroughly study the Four Books and Five Classics, and you will be able to achieve fame and success. At that time, you will enjoy endless wealth and honor. Do you understand?"

The excited voices of the students rang out: "We will remember our teacher's teachings!"

Upon hearing this, the Holy King's face darkened, and he suddenly glanced at the source with wide eyes.

Yan Hui sensed her master's intentions, and with a swift movement, she burst through the door and pulled the instructor over!

The old instructor was swaying his head as he imparted his wisdom when disaster struck. He was suddenly thrown to his knees, feeling as if he were on a giant ball.

Just then, the Holy King's calm voice came: "With an unclear conscience, reading only breeds evil thoughts. To learn for personal gain is not the way of a sage." He played with the wolf-hair brush, looking down at him. "You are misleading the youth, do you know that?"

The kingly aura emanating from the man in blue before him immediately made the old teacher prostrate himself, trembling like a leaf, and stammering, "Yes, learning for profit is not the way of the sage." "Confucius said: 'A scholar must be resolute and persevering, for his burden is heavy and his journey is long.' As a teacher, one should take resoluteness and persevering as the foundation, and never use profit to persuade students to study."

The Holy King said expressionlessly, "Do you accept what I've said?"

"I've suddenly understood! I'm convinced!"

The sage king nodded in satisfaction: "If I hear the Way in the morning, I can die content in the evening." He lightly touched the paper with his pen, the ink still wet, and said calmly, "Then set off in peace."

With a flick of the pen, the ink billowed and flew straight toward the old teacher.

The old instructor was poured all over his head and face. Before he could even scream, his head exploded like a ripe watermelon with a "poof".

The sage king remained expressionless, turned and walked away. As he passed the statue of Confucius, he looked up and thought to himself, "Master, the world of Great Harmony you sought to achieve, unfortunately, you were unable to realize it even after a lifetime of hard work."

The king of Buyeo smirked and strode towards the door.

"Now, let me carry on your aspirations."

Rumble!
After the thunder, dark clouds surged and a torrential downpour began.
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"Crippled man, what's wrong with you!"

When Ding'an reached his doorstep, he suddenly heard the little beggar's exclamation.

At this moment, the rain was pouring down as if the sky had leaked open. The distance was a vast expanse of white, while nearby was a misty haze of water vapor. The ground was already muddy, and a long, fierce gust of wind howled past.

But it couldn't hide Hongxiu's sharp and high-pitched voice.

Ding'an hurriedly ran into the house, through the hall and through the rooms. When he entered the inner room, soaking wet, he was so shocked that he couldn't close his mouth.

Ren Shaoyang, who was always so elegant and composed, suddenly spat out a thick cloud of blood and his body went limp. If Hongxiu hadn't caught him in time, he would have collapsed to the ground.

His white robe was now stained red, with a horrifying wound running from his right shoulder to his left rib. His muscles trembled with each breath, like a bellows pumping incessantly.

Severe pain!

The excruciating pain, like being torn apart and having one's bones crushed to dust, almost overwhelmed his consciousness.

First, he was struck by the "God of War" Guan Yu, and then fought a great battle with the leader. Although the Nine Realms is a world that the spirit enters, if the spirit is injured and returns to reality, it will affect the physical body.

Therefore, Ren Shaoyang had such a terrible wound.

At this moment, there was hardly a good spot on his body; his bones and muscles were broken and torn, his chest and abdomen were mangled, and his internal organs were almost shattered.

If it were an ordinary person, they would probably have been torn to pieces long ago.

However, Ren Shaoyang was still alive.

Since consuming the golden elixir, his vitality has been boundless. Even Guan Yu's strike, powerful enough to tear through space, could not kill him.

What truly bothered the man in white was the palm print on his back!
Hongxiu pulled open his robe, stared at the charred handprint along the edge, and her face darkened: "Who hit you?"

"Mom!"

Ding An reacted quickly, and like a hungry dog ​​pouncing on its prey, snatched it away. With tears in his eyes, he shouted, "Who could have hurt you like this?"

Ren Shaoyang smiled and said, "I'm fine, but I did fight against a master from history."

"You went to the Nine Realms of Nothingness?"

Hongxiu's mind raced as she looked at the knife wound on his chest. "A love that could topple cities?"

Ren Shaoyang nodded: "This strike can cleave through space and time; it's incredibly powerful. Unless I master the 'Dual Sound Technique,' I won't be able to withstand it."

Ding An exclaimed in surprise, "You fought with the Second Master?"

Ren Shaoyang said with shame, "I was hit by his blade." He looked at the two of them and said, "This blade was specially given to me by the Second Master. You two should study it carefully and try to comprehend your own 'Love That Shakes the City'!"

Ding An was stunned for a moment, then said, "It can be like this?"

Hongxiu, her face grim, took out some "Golden Wound Medicine" and applied it to Shaoyang's chest, gritting her teeth as she said, "Give him a stab the moment you meet him, damn it, even Guan Yu wasn't a good person!"

Ren Shaoyang smiled and comforted her, "If I hear the truth in the morning, I can die content in the evening! This stab will only dazzle you, it won't hurt your brain. Second Master is very accurate!"

"Then die!"

Hongxiu completely lost her temper, leaping up and her chest heaving as her voice trembled, "Damn it! You almost...you almost got cleaved in two, you know that?!"

At this moment, the pain from the "wound medicine" intensified, and Ren Shaoyang, biting his chopsticks, said with difficulty, "I expected it."

"What a load of bull!"

"Hey! Why are you swearing at me?"

"Swearing?" Hongxiu smeared a huge dollop of red ointment on his chest. "You think 'Harmonious Law' is invincible? You think you can do whatever you want?"

Ren Shaoyang felt a sudden rush of pain to his head and almost jumped up.

He trembled all over and said in a shaky voice, "I... I'm almost there to understand the 'Dual-Tone Technique' and the 'Final Movement Technique'."

"That's a matter for later!" Hongxiu said, hands on her hips. "Also, who slapped you on the back?"

Ren Shaoyang slowly reached out and grasped Hongxiu's hand.

Hongxiu trembled, but did not struggle.

Ren Shaoyang's voice was hoarse but clear as he said, word by word, "Without that palm strike, we would never have met."

For no apparent reason, Hongxiu's nose stung, her eyes instantly reddened, and she said in a trembling voice, "Yes, he hit you?"

Ren Shaoyang nodded, the wound on his chest slowly healing. He reached out and gently stroked her hair, saying, "We were just excited to hunt, so we exchanged a few moves, that's all."

"That won't do either, I'm very petty." Hongxiu's eyes were bloodshot. "I really want to kill someone right now!"

(End of this chapter)