The destiny of all heavens begins in the Red Chamber

But before Tong Baixiong could make a move, Jia Huan appeared.

Beside him were familiar Wudang outer sect elders and several Wudang disciples.

Of course, there were also several outstanding elite disciples from the Yuezhou branch, whose strength had reached the late stage or even the peak of the third-rate level in the martial arts world.

It's perfectly normal that he was able to show up in time!

Demonic sect masters like Tong Baixiong are the main targets of the righteous path's surveillance.

Their every move and whereabouts were closely monitored.

Once detected, it is extremely difficult to disappear quietly.

Not to mention, Hubei Province is still within the sphere of influence of Wudang. If someone like Tong Baixiong passes through, he will definitely be targeted.

Seeing that this guy was staying at the Hubei branch, the Wudang faction immediately realized something was wrong.

Considering recent events, it's not hard to guess Tong Baixiong's thoughts and intentions.

Upon receiving the news, Jia Huan immediately set off along the Yangtze River to Jiangling City, where the entrance to the Demon Church was located, and went directly to intercept the people there.

"Kid, I didn't expect you to be so bold!"

Upon seeing Jia Huan, Tong Baixiong burst into laughter, the sound so loud it was almost unbearable.

This guy was tall and strong, with a burly physique like a black bear. Just standing there, he gave off a fierce feeling.

A pair of large, copper-bell-shaped eyes stared at Jia Huan, completely disregarding the other Wudang people and Beggar Clan disciples, displaying boundless arrogance.

"I've long heard of Elder Tong of the Wind and Thunder Hall of the Demonic Sect, and seeing him today, I can confirm he's truly extraordinary!"

Jia Huan was no less impressive; standing over 1.9 meters tall, he was broad-shouldered and burly, exuding an undeniable strength.

At this time, he was twenty-five years old, the peak of his energy and spirit.

Facing a top-tier expert like Tong Baixiong, who was renowned throughout the martial arts world, he showed no fear whatsoever; on the contrary, his face was filled with excitement.

"Now that we've met, I naturally want to take the initiative to learn from you!"

As he spoke, he gestured for them to proceed. Without even taking out a weapon, he simply stepped forward.

"Very well, very well! I've long heard of a young upstart in the martial arts world called 'Heroic Beggar'!"

Tong Baixiong laughed loudly and shouted, "I happened to be busy with something and didn't participate in the Hengshan Sect incident six years ago, which allowed you to gain a considerable advantage!"

"To be honest, I have the utmost contempt for people like you who claim to be chivalrous and righteous. Who knows what kind of scoundrel you really are behind the scenes?"

"Since you're looking for death, I'll grant your wish and show you what real power is!"

Without saying another word, he strode forward and suddenly threw a punch when he was still a few meters away from Jia Huan.

The fist strikes were fierce and whistling, like a giant rock looming overhead, exceptionally domineering.

The next moment, a fist the size of a clay pot was right in front of him.

"Well done!"

Jia Huan's eyes lit up; he was eager to test his own abilities.

Clearly, Tong Baixiong is a very good practice subject.

As for whether he would be killed, he never even considered it.

At the top level of the martial arts world, unless one possesses an unexpected and extraordinary killing move, it is simply impossible to kill him.

He didn't stand on ceremony either, stepping forward and striking out with his palm.

The Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms - The Dragon Appears in the Field!

The palm strike was fierce, seemingly carrying a faint dragon's roar.

A muffled thud rang out, the impact of fists and palms striking each other like a thunderclap.

Jia Huan swayed suddenly and took three steps back before regaining his balance.

Three remarkably clear footprints were visible on the ground beneath their feet.

Tong Baixiong, as expected of a veteran top-tier expert, only swayed slightly before returning to normal, showing little impact whatsoever.

"Kid, come at me again if you dare!"

He shouted, his large, round eyes gleaming with excitement. Clearly, his head-on clash with Jia Huan had ignited a strong fighting spirit within him.

"Okay, let's do it again!"

Jia Huan's internal energy was trembling, and he felt uncomfortable.

But the next moment, accompanied by a surge of blood and qi and a tremor in the muscles and bones, the body quickly returned to normal, and even the internal energy became docile and obedient.

However, that palm strike just now consumed almost one-tenth of his internal energy!

As expected, the consumption of internal energy by the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms is truly astonishing.

However, he was not worried about it at all.

Even if his internal energy is completely depleted, relying solely on his strength in martial arts and qi, even if he can't defeat Tong Baixiong, he should still be able to escape unscathed.

At this moment, seeing Tong Baixiong challenge him to a fight, how could he possibly show weakness so easily?

"Come on, Tong Baixiong, let's continue! Watch my Dragon Subduing Palm Technique!"

He laughed heartily and strode forward, unleashing another extremely powerful Dragon Subduing Palm strike.

When using the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms, ride six dragons!

Immediately afterwards, Jia Huan and Tong Baixiong engaged in direct combat.

At this point, he had already mastered six of the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms!

It's not that he can't learn more palm techniques, but with his current level of internal energy accumulation and mastery of martial arts, he can only unleash the full power of six forms.

If he were to unleash the seventh palm strike, his internal energy could still withstand the depletion, but his body would be unable to sustain it, a situation he did not want to occur.

Given Jia Huan's current prestige and influence within the Beggars' Sect, who else could be the next leader?

Not to mention others, even the Beggars' Sect leader, Xie Feng, and the deputy leader, Zhang Jinbie, tacitly agreed.

Even the elders of both the Pure and Impure factions knew that such a thing could not be stopped.

At this point, all of the Beggars' Sect's martial arts resources were naturally made available to Jia Huan.

He was able to practice things like the "Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms" and even the "Dog-Beating Stick Technique," which represented the gang leader's martial arts, on his own, and no one else complained about it.

Without further ado, Jia Huan and Tong Baixiong exchanged another palm strike.

Similar to the previous situation, Jia Huan took three steps back, while Tong Baixiong's body only swayed slightly.

"Come again!"

Before Tong Baixiong could speak, Jia Huan took the initiative, suddenly leaping into the air, headfirst and feet up, and slamming his palms down.

The Flying Dragon in the Sky from the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms!

"Good, good, kid, you're brave!"

Tong Baixiong, his ferocity stirred, unleashed a flurry of iron fists without a word.

With a loud bang, Jia Huan was thrown back into the air, while Tong Baixiong's tall and burly body suddenly slumped down, as the ground beneath his feet had caved in.

"Take another move from me!"

While in mid-air, Jia Huan suddenly flipped over and his legs swept down like long whips.

The Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms - Dragon Tail Swing!

Tong Baixiong didn't want Jia Huan's next attack to come so swiftly, so he didn't dare to be careless and hurriedly gathered his slightly disordered internal energy, roared out and threw a punch into the air.

The next moment, amidst a deafening roar that vibrated his eardrums, Jia Huan finally landed steadily on his feet, his internal energy surging and about half of its strength already depleted.

At this moment, his fighting spirit burned fiercely, and he completely ignored his discomfort. He suddenly leaned forward, his feet slamming into the ground like arrows released from a bow, and swung his hand out with another palm strike.

At this moment, Tong Baixiong's large, copper-bell-shaped eyes were bloodshot, his face contorted with rage as he roared repeatedly. He also showed no weakness and threw punches, directly clashing with Jia Huan.

The two of them exchanged six blows in a row!

The piercing sonic booms continued, and the surrounding ground was a scene of utter devastation. Cracks and craters were everywhere, and the billowing dust almost obscured the view of outsiders.

Everyone watching the battle was stunned, completely unprepared for the two fighters to be so ferocious.

I originally thought it would just be a routine martial arts sparring match.

Even if Tong Baixiong were out of his mind, he wouldn't dare to go on a killing spree easily within Hubei Province.

He couldn't be sure if there were any Wudang masters hiding nearby.

If the Wudang Sect Leader, Daoist Chongxu, were also hiding in the shadows, even if Tong Baixiong were arrogant and conceited, he wouldn't dare say he could escape unscathed; he might very well incur hatred on the spot.

But who could have imagined that Jia Huan, the beggar who was thought to be doomed to defeat, had actually reached such an astonishing level of strength?

He was able to hold his own against Tong Baixiong, a veteran top-tier martial arts master!

Chapter 440 is shocking (Please subscribe and vote with monthly tickets)

He unleashed six consecutive moves of the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms!

Each palm strike is powerful and domineering, truly worthy of being called the most powerful palm technique in the world, but the backlash is also quite severe!