Under One Person: My Inner Realm Connects to All Worlds!

Chapter 130 Wang Xianzhi, come and fight!

The young eunuch didn't turn around, but simply waved his hand lightly: "Understood."

He glanced one last time at the east, where no trace of sword light could be seen.

As he turned around, his wounds miraculously healed on their own as he walked. However, his pale complexion was impossible to conceal.

Inside the Hall of Supreme Harmony, Emperor Zhao Dun of Liyang sat on the dragon throne with a gloomy expression, his fingers tapping incessantly on the armrests. The hall was filled with kneeling civil and military officials, but no one dared to utter a sound.

In the center of the main hall, the sword mark that ran from the roof to the ground was shocking. Sunlight shone through the gaps and fell directly on the dragon desk.

"My palace has become a sieve."

Zhao Dun's voice was soft, yet it made all the officials break out in a cold sweat. He was only in his early forties, but his temples were already streaked with gray.

For fifteen years since his ascension to the throne, he had touted himself as diligent in governing and loving his people, and the power of Li Yang had indeed been steadily increasing. But today's sword strike shattered his confidence.

"His Majesty."

The young eunuch appeared silently in the hall; the officials didn't even see how he entered.

Zhao Dun suddenly stood up: "How about it? Is that person really the reincarnation of Lü Dongbin?"

The young eunuch pondered for a moment, then finally nodded: "That should be it!"

A commotion immediately erupted within the hall. Who was Lu Zu? The greatest Daoist master in a thousand years, the ancestor of the sword!

What does it mean that his reincarnated body came to Tai'an City to sever the dragon vein?
Zhao Chun's expression grew even more grim: "Why did he want to sever my Li Yang Qi?"

"I don't know," the eunuch said softly.

"I observe that Lu Zu in this life is free-spirited and unrestrained, and acts entirely according to his own will. I'm afraid he may not have any profound meaning, or perhaps it's just... a passing whim."

"On a whim?!"

Zhao Bei slammed his fist on the table, shattering the dragon-headed desk with a crash. This emperor, known for his composure, now had his hair and beard bristling, his eyes bloodshot: "Just because of his momentary whim, my vital energy has been damaged, the Imperial Ancestral Temple has collapsed, and the capital city has sunk three inches?!"

The civil and military officials in the hall remained silent, as if trembling with fear.

The young eunuch stood quietly until the emperor's anger subsided, then said softly, "Your Majesty, please calm down. Although the fortune has been damaged, the foundation remains unshaken. I have used a secret method to stabilize the dragon's energy, and it will be restored to its original state in just three to five years."

Zhao Dun took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down. He waved for the officials to leave, and when only the two of them remained in the hall, he suddenly lowered his voice: "I want a truth from you. If the reincarnation of Lu Zu were to return one day, could you possibly stop him?"

The young eunuch remained silent for a long time before finally shaking his head slowly: "If he goes all out, I can at most protect His Majesty."

These words were like a bucket of ice water poured over Zhao Dun's head. He staggered back two steps and slumped onto the dragon throne.

"Your Majesty need not worry too much."

The young eunuch suddenly raised his head, a golden glint flashing in his eyes: "Although the reincarnation of Lu Zu is powerful, human strength is finite. If we add the Imperial Observatory and the million armored soldiers of Tai'an City, I might not be able to stop him."

Zhao Dun's expression softened slightly, and he nodded with a deep gaze.

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On the shores of the East China Sea, atop Emperor Wu's city wall.

Wang Xianzhi stood with his hands behind his back on the city wall, his full head of silver beard fluttering in the sea breeze. This man, second only to the world's best, suddenly looked up and gazed westward, his calloused hands rubbing together incessantly.

"Master?"

A young disciple's questioning voice came from behind.

The old man didn't turn around, and a rare smile appeared on his wrinkled face: "Go and fetch my jar of old wine that's been buried for thirty years."

Just as the disciple was about to ask, he suddenly saw a golden light appear on the western horizon.

At first, it was no bigger than a grain of rice, but in an instant, it transformed into a dazzling sword rainbow that stretched across the sky. The sea was cleaved open by the aftershocks of the sword energy, creating a hundred-foot-deep chasm, and the walls of waves on either side remained frozen in place. "Wang Xianzhi! Come and fight!"

The sound was like a thunderclap; before the sword rainbow even arrived, the thousands of swords and blades in the entire Martial Emperor City trembled spontaneously.

The vendors and laborers in the market looked up in astonishment and saw a sight they would never forget: Lü Xuanzhen was flying on his sword, trailing golden rays of light as he soared through the air.

Wang Xianzhi laughed loudly and immediately leaped into the air. The instant his fists shot out, the thousand-foot waves of the East Sea rose up in response, transforming into a water curtain that reached the sky.

"Well done!"

The moment the fist energy collided with the sword rainbow, the surrounding clouds were shaken into a ring shape. The martial artists watching suddenly covered their ears. The greatest sound is silent, the greatest form is formless. Although they clearly did not hear any sound, their internal organs resonated with the heavens and earth.

Lu Xuanzhen stood on the sword light, his clothes fluttering, looking like an immortal descending to earth. With a light tap of his fingertips, the sword rainbow that stretched across the sky suddenly split into thousands of fine sword energies, pouring down like rain.

Wang Xianzhi's hair and beard stood on end, and his fists were crossed in front of his chest. The seemingly simple movement caused the seawater within a ten-mile radius to surge upwards, condensing into countless glistening water droplets in mid-air.

Each water droplet carried a powerful fist intent, bursting forth with dazzling brilliance when it collided with the sword energy.

The onlookers only saw a blur before their eyes, and then heard a continuous sound of shattering pearls and jade. Those with weaker cultivation immediately bled from their mouths and noses.

"Retreat thirty li!"

Wang Xianzhi's disciples shouted orders, but dozens of martial artists remained rooted to the spot. They were willing to risk injury to witness such an epic duel.

Between the sea and the sky, two figures appeared to meet and then separated.

On the East China Sea, the aftershocks of the seventh collision shook schools of deep-sea fish to the surface.

Amidst the swirling silver scales like rain, Wang Xianzhi's hemp clothing finally tore open for the first time. The old man, far from being angry, was delighted; his fists gleamed with a jade-like luster.

"What's this move called?"

Standing a hundred feet away, Lü Xuanzhen leaned against the waves, his sword poised to strike the air. The blood that spilled from the corner of his mouth was vaporized into a red mist by the sword energy. He casually wiped away the bloodstains, and the Chunyang Sword suddenly emitted a clear, melodious dragon's roar.

"I just thought of it."

The sword's edge stirs up a thousand waves, and countless forces sweep across, condensing into the sharpness of mountains and seas.

"Let's call it... Broken Sea!"

Above the East Sea, sword energy and fist energy intertwined, causing the heavens and earth to change color.

Lu Xuanzhen unleashed a sword strike called "Severing the Sea," condensing thousands of waves into a single line, resembling a natural chasm stretching between the sea and the sky.

This sword strike was no longer of human nature.

Wang Xianzhi's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and his white hair stood on end like a raging lion. He crossed his fists, his fist intent as deep and boundless as the sea, and actually formed an invisible barrier in front of him.

"What a brilliant move to sever the sea!"

The old man's voice boomed like a bell, and his fist stance suddenly changed from defense to offense. He took a step forward, and the seawater beneath his feet exploded with a roar. He crashed into the sword-qi barrier like a meteor.

"boom--!"

When fists and swords clashed, the East China Sea trembled.

Suddenly, the sea level dropped by hundreds of feet, forming a huge whirlpool. Waves surged skyward, turning into a torrential downpour.

The martial artists watching from afar tried to circulate their internal energy to defend themselves, but they were still shaken by the aftershocks, causing their blood and qi to surge. Some exclaimed, "Is this...is this still within the reach of human beings?"

Lu Xuanzhen was sent flying hundreds of meters backward, his toes lightly touching the sea surface to steady himself. A slight smile played on his lips, but his eyes burned with even stronger fighting spirit: "Old Monster Wang, your title of Martial Emperor is indeed well-deserved!"

Wang Xianzhi stood atop the wave, his hempen clothes torn, revealing a muscular and strong physique. He laughed heartily and said, "Even a reincarnation of Lu Zu is extraordinary!"

(End of this chapter)