Wan Jian returns to his clan!

Chapter 224 Breaking the Hammer, Seizing the Seal

On the Vermilion Bird Platform, the two stood at opposite ends, more than ten feet apart, standing quietly.

Yuwen Ba was not in a hurry at all. He was waiting for the martial artists and common people who were coming from all directions in Weijing City.

They were clearly in enemy territory.

He wasn't worried at all; on the contrary, he felt as if he were on home turf.

Just a few days ago, he was worried that the enemy would flee without a fight.

However, after these past few days of Lu Wubing, the "Southern Sword," manipulating events with ease, thoroughly cleaning up the court and the streets of the capital, and preparing troops for war, he knew that things were settled.

There are many masters in the world, but they are not many.

True masters who emerge victorious from countless bloody battles are extremely rare.

Realm level doesn't mean anything, nor does secret technique. Ultimately, who is stronger or weaker depends on individual ability.

From a very young age, Yuwen Ba knew that in this world, what is powerful is people, not any divine skills or martial arts realm.

Truly skilled individuals, even wielding ordinary weapons and employing commonplace martial arts, can be invincible and find few rivals.

He was a born war god, having fought hundreds of battles in his life without ever being defeated.

Today, naturally, we will not be defeated.

"I am greatly relieved that you did not flee overnight. In a moment, I will beat you into a pulp in front of the people of Nanli. I will tell all the nations and foreign lands that my Great Zhou will sweep across the world and be invincible."

Lu Wubing chuckled upon hearing this: "It's remarkable that a mere barbarian like you can be so well-versed in poetry and literature, even quoting classical texts. Your wolfish ambitions are blatantly obvious."

However, boasting is one thing, but lacking real skill is another. Come on, attack this way. If you can make me take even half a step back, then your reputation as the "Northern Overlord" is well-deserved.

Lu Wubing held the sword sheath in his left hand and slammed his right hand heavily on his chest, like beating a giant drum, making a loud, resounding sound.

The thousands of people who were tense and holding their breath as they looked up couldn't help but laugh out loud when they heard something funny.

Thinking to himself, this "Sword God," who single-handedly suppressed the court, is now so relaxed; he must be confident of victory.

Yes, it swept through the capital in three days, and the world was renewed.

Are people talking badly about him behind his back? Nobody cares.

Even the most naive ordinary people can tell that their lives have improved a lot.

Grain prices were driven down to rock-bottom prices, from 500 wen per jin to just 5 wen per jin, and salt became so cheap that no one could believe it.

If it weren't for the purchase restrictions, even the poorest people would pawn their only pair of pants and go out naked to hoard salt and grain.

Salt and grain were only one aspect; everything else—clothing, food, housing, and transportation—became much easier, with each day bringing a different change.

Of course, not all changes are good; if someone is deliberately causing trouble, their head will roll instantly.

According to some people's estimates, at least 30,000 people died in the capital in just three days.

They're all people who don't believe in superstition.

In such a high-pressure yet relaxed environment, there are those who are filled with fear, and of course, there are also those who immediately kneel down and cry out for justice.

The name of "Southern Sword" resounded throughout the capital.

Nowadays, if someone were to speak ill of him in broad daylight, they would likely be torn to pieces by a mob of people who seem to have been unleashed like zombies.

"Kill the barbarians, kill the barbarians..."

Suddenly, a loud and impassioned roar came from some unknown corner.

Thousands upon thousands of shouts echoed throughout the neighborhood, and then resounded throughout the entire city.

Furious shouts echoed from all directions.

Three meals a day! When have ordinary people ever eaten so well? Even if they're used to being pigs or dogs, they'd be content to die even if it were just for a day as human beings.

Under the bright sunshine of the capital, a hint of blood red quietly appeared in the sky.

Those were millions of people, their blood and energy soaring to the heavens, reflecting in the void.

A heavy pressure weighed on Yuwen Ba's heart, as well as on the hearts of dozens of Northern Zhou envoys.

One person, one city.

Changes in the human mind can influence celestial phenomena, to such an extent.

For the first time, Yuwen Ba's face showed a hint of fear.

Just moments ago, he believed that the Northern Zhou's conquest of the world and unification of all directions was a foregone conclusion, but now he was less certain.

Things are not that simple.

The opponent before us may not be so simple either.

He brandished his twin hammers, pointing them diagonally at the ground, and said in a deep voice, "Our ancestor established the nation through martial prowess. His twin hammers shook the heavens, sweeping across seventy-eight tribes in the northern border, and he led three thousand armored soldiers into the Central Plains, leaving all sides helpless. He relied on this Thirty-Six Forms of the Heavenly Gang Heaven-Breaking Hammer Technique."

At that time, it wasn't that we didn't encounter some heroes and valiant men, but they were all pulverized and crushed under this hammer technique.

"Lu Wubing, you are fortunate to have witnessed my divine hammer today; you are truly blessed, and your glory will extend even in death."

"You're spouting nonsense. Are you going to fight or not? Take this sword strike."

Lu Wubing felt the rising blood energy from all directions and the love and respect of the people, and his heart was filled with heroic spirit.

Perhaps ordinary people are like ants, perhaps they have little knowledge and little power, but once they awaken, they will unleash a power that can change the world.

This power is enough to change the heavens and the earth, to slay gods and demons...

Lu Wubing's thoughts soared infinitely. For so many days, he had been practicing diligently, always on the verge of perfection, and his sword techniques, which he could never master, suddenly seemed to glimpse the other shore.

All swords converge, swordsmanship returns to one, all for the purpose of breaking limits.

Not driven by the will of Heaven, nor by divine will, but simply by the unbridled power of swordsmanship.

It's happening right now, right today.

He slashed out with his sword.

With a deafening roar, a long, dark crack appeared in the sky, and the void on both sides collapsed simultaneously.

The sword's point seemed both far away and right before their eyes.

This sword strike, with its interplay of light and heavy, near and far, illusion and reality, merged and separated, leaving the surrounding people dazzled and mesmerized, and even making Yuwen Ba seem to stop breathing.

Within his perception.

Time seemed to have stood still, and the concept of space had been lost.

Only one sword strike came down.

No matter where you hide, no matter how exquisite your hammer technique, you can't avoid it or break through it.

There is only one way: to hammer it to dissipate the force.

"Turn around!"

Yuwen Ba roared to the sky, his right hand wielding a yang hammer to strike the heavens, while his left hand used a yin hammer to protect his body. Black and white light streamed around him, spinning rapidly.

bang...

In the muffled sound.

Gale-force winds raged from all sides.

The entire Zhuquetai collapsed halfway down immediately, just like a fortress on the beach.

His massive, imposing body, like an iron nail, was driven heavily into the rocks and soil, all the way up to his neck.

Countless spiderweb-like giant cracks spread in all directions.

The entire Zhuque Square, covering hundreds of acres, was riddled with holes.

"Well done, Southern Sword. I underestimated you."

A loud, booming explosion followed.

A figure shot into the sky, the dust on its body being shaken up by the strong wind, creating rings of white ripples that suddenly exploded outwards.

Yuwen Ba's body was covered in bulging pores, his face contorted like a demon. He slammed his double hammers down with a deafening roar, and one hammer came hurtling through the air, shouting, "Behold my Thirty-Six..."

"Oh!"

A sword light, like a collapsing pillar, slammed heavily onto the hammer's edge.

Yuwen Ba's body trembled violently.

Both arms and sternum made cracking sounds at the same time.

Spurts of blood shot out.

The enormous figure was like an arrow released from a bow, shooting back and flying twenty feet, crashing into the square and creating a huge crater seven or eight feet wide.

This time, he struggled for a while before finally getting up.

His face was full of frustration and doubt.

"Impossible, how could you possibly have such power?"

“I, Yuwen Ba, possess unparalleled strength, and I am virtually invincible. Where did you get this cross mark from?”

He was so confused by the two sword strikes that he blurted out his deepest secret.

Upon hearing this, Lu Wubing's eyebrows twitched sharply.

Is it really the Ten Directions Seal?
No wonder he's so resilient. Don't be fooled by how easily he struck those two swords; he was using the extraordinary power-generating technique of the Dragon Subduing Sword's Sky-Slash, causing his muscles and bones to vibrate a hundred times in an instant, unleashing a burst of power equivalent to 600,000 jin of force.

At the same time, with the support of the Primordial Chaos Qi, breaking through mountains and cleaving through seas is a piece of cake.

Such a heavy and powerful sword, with the strength to subdue a dragon, fell down.

Yuwen Ba actually blocked two swords in a row, but his arm was slightly fractured, his sternum was cracked, and his internal organs were slightly shaken, causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood.

Moreover, Yuwen Ba's hammer technique, which resembles the rotation of heaven and earth and the interchange of yin and yang, is extremely skillful.

As if possessing foresight, he blocked the light of his own sword.

In other words, Yuwen Ba's moves weren't actually that sophisticated...

However, there was a premonition in the darkness that made him protect his vital points with his hammer.

His hammering technique naturally possesses an unbreakable quality.

Wielding the Heaven-Shattering Hammer, one can forge an indestructible golden body.

The hammering technique is natural, not man-made.

At the same time, a huge recoil force injures both the enemy and oneself.

Lu Wubing beat Yuwen Ba badly, and the opponent's immense power of hundreds of thousands of kilograms also rebounded into Lu Wubing's body.

The supposedly indestructible crystal body suddenly developed many tiny cracks in an instant.

The internal organs were simultaneously damaged by the shock.

Of course, countless lives are surging between heaven and earth.

This minor injury was healed and recovered in just two breaths.

It's as if I've never been hurt.

But then again.

Despite his formidable attack power, he failed to kill his opponent and even ended up getting injured himself.

This indirectly proves the immense strength and formidable power of Yuwen Ba's hammer techniques.

'This should be the supreme mental cultivation method of the Demonic Sect's Reincarnation Hall, Yin-Yang Reincarnation. He has integrated it into his hammer technique. Perhaps he hasn't mastered it to its highest level, but he has already grasped a trace of the true meaning of reincarnation, approaching the Dao through technique.'

Lu Wubing could see the essence of this extremely profound secret technique and guess its operating principle. However, he could not learn it simply by watching it.

All the changes occur internally, affecting the very fabric of the body and the mind.

The miraculous evolution of the [Nine Forms of Wind and Cloud] is completely different from what is displayed between heaven and earth.

Lu Wubing was eager to copy the work, but then felt it wasn't worth it.

There are many extraordinary skills in the world, and many of them are impossible to learn at a glance. You can't just spend a year of your lifespan to copy and seize every single one you come across.

How stupid would that be?

To put it bluntly, it's not worth it.

There is no end to learning all the unique skills.

Instead of coveting other people's secret techniques, it's better to hone your own skills to a higher level.

Just like now, right now.

He unleashed two sword strikes.

The progress made through countless days and nights of sword practice suddenly transformed into a surging torrent, with thousands upon thousands of sword moves and secret techniques merging into one.

It was as if ice water had been poured over his mind. At this moment, he was completely clear-headed, and all his swordsmanship had lost its original form.

Dragon-Subduing Sword, Purple Star Sword, Wind and Cloud Sword, Seven Kill Sword, Shaking Light Sword, Azure Wave Sword...

Whether profound or simple, countless sword techniques flashed through my mind, and finally, I grasped the essence of one particular sword technique.

To unite as one.

This is called breaking the limits and unifying sword techniques.

The sword strike carries the erosion of divine will, the might of heaven and earth, boundless power, and countless ingenious techniques.

Lu Wubing stood atop the towering, dilapidated platform, the Hanhai Sword in his hand flickering as if it were breathing. He spoke indifferently, his voice resounding throughout the surrounding area.

"Yuwen Ba, if you have no other tricks up your sleeve, then die today. Hang the heads of you barbarian thieves at the city gate and use them as a sacrifice to raise an army."

Don't worry, in a few days you and your son will be reunited.

Jin Yang has come from afar; it would be a disservice to his kindness if we didn't treat him well.

"Fine, you forced me to do this."

A hint of despair and sorrow flashed in Yuwen Ba's eyes.

Blood mist suddenly rose from his body.

It seemed as if an illusory image appeared outside his tall figure, the illusory image holding a hammer pointing to the sky, and his body also holding a hammer pointing to the sky.

From all directions, the wind and clouds raged, and the sky suddenly turned dark.

A faint sense of crisis welled up in Lu Wubing's heart.

He could clearly feel it.

Yuwen Ba's injuries suddenly disappeared, and his strength continued to grow wildly.

500,000 jin, 800,000 jin, 1,200,000 jin...

The power overflowed, and the surrounding void began to crack and pop. Even though the opponent had not yet attacked, the ground seemed unable to withstand the oppressive force.

"What kind of desperate move is this, burning the soul and unleashing potential?"

Lu Wubing couldn't understand it, but he vaguely sensed that this was no longer a desperate struggle at the physical level.

Even more surprisingly, this guy sacrificed his soul and body together, turning it into a fatal blow.

Of course, he wouldn't just stand by and watch the other party use these strange moves.

He brandished his longsword.

The sound of swords rang out clearly, like the roar of dragons and the cry of phoenixes, echoing through the clouds and piercing the hearts of everyone present.

Yuwen Ba was about to swing his hammer.

Upon hearing the sword's cry, his body involuntarily froze, and the enormous phantom that had appeared outside him dissipated like a bubble, his power instantly vanishing.

Before he could react.

A ray of light came into view.

Time stretched on and on at this moment.

He wanted to move, but could only watch helplessly as the streak of light, faster than his thought process could react, plunged into his brow.

boo...

A soft sound.

Yuwen Ba's two-meter-tall body swayed, then crashed straight down into the rubble, remaining motionless.

A sword hole the size of an infant's fist appeared between his eyebrows, open from front to back. Amidst the rising blood mist, even half of his brain had evaporated.

Dead as hell.

A deafening roar of cheers erupted from all directions.

The dark clouds dispersed, and the sun shone brightly in the sky.

Lu Wubing sheathed his sword and sneered, "A desperate move that takes so long to prepare, and you actually use it."

The next move, I don't know where he learned it from, but it was a forbidden, life-threatening technique.

Yuwen Ba only began to use it at the last moment.

However, the more dangerous the move, the less he practiced it on a regular basis. That's for sure; who would be foolish enough to burn their soul to cultivate it?

Therefore, it takes about the length of a breath to make a move.

Lu Wubing saw through the details of his moves and used the "Sword Dragon's Roar" technique to shatter the opponent's soul power, breaking the move on the spot and easily killing the temporarily exhausted Yuwen Ba.

"As expected of the Soul-Suppressing Sound, the power of the Azure Sky Chant lies not in its techniques, but in the mind."

I could feel the lingering resonance of this sword's dragon roar.

Lu Wubing was very satisfied.

He slowly walked towards Yuwen Ba's corpse.

It wasn't about something as trivial as cutting off a head; it was about something about the other person that attracted me.

If the Crown Prince of Jinyang is also a studious and ambitious person, then he would surely hide the diagrams that he has not fully comprehended on his person.

The cross seal possesses boundless power.

well.

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(End of this chapter)