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Chapter 142 If you are destiny, then I am destiny! Breakthrough! Seventh level of Golden Body!

Shen Yan took a few steps forward and arrived outside the pavilion.

The pavilion, whose construction date is unknown, has long been dilapidated and weathered by time.

Zhang Yuanlong sensed that someone had entered the pavilion.

He put down his wine glass and looked up at Shen Yan.

"You're the one who killed my brother?"

"I've killed too many people, how could I possibly know which one is your brother?"

"My name is Zhang Yuanlong!"

Shen Yan's eyes showed a hint of surprise; he had thought Zhang Yuanlong was a burly, rough man.

Unexpectedly, he turned out to be quite refined and scholarly.

With that kind of appearance, no one would doubt that he was a scholar on his way to the capital for the imperial examinations.

"You're here to avenge Zhang Yuanhu?"

"That's right, but after seeing you, I've changed my mind. If you're willing to acknowledge me as your master, I'll spare your life. How about it?"

Shen Yan laughed and said, "Isn't he your brother? Don't you want to avenge him?"

Zhang Yuanlong said calmly, "The fortune teller once said that I have the appearance of a true dragon, destined for great things, and that personal grudges can naturally be put aside."

Shen Yan said, "No way! Who would want to be someone else's dog!"

"Then you will die."

"Death? One of us will indeed die, but that person is you, not me."

Shen Yan spoke calmly, as if stating a fact.

Zhang Yuanlong suddenly laughed.

"Since that's the case, then I'll beat you half to death and then ask you if you're willing to be my dog."

After saying that, he threw the wine glass in his hand.

Shen Yan's gaze sharpened slightly; he sensed a dangerous aura emanating from the wine glass.

He struck out with his palm, the sound of the wind from it like a dragon's roar.

boom!

With a loud crash, the wine glass shattered into powder, and the wine inside turned into mist.

Smelling the aroma of wine in the air, Shen Yan said regretfully, "Good wine, what a waste!"

Zhang Yuanlong's eyes lit up. Seeing that his move had been parried, he was not angry.

"You're not bad, you've got some skills, no wonder you're so arrogant. Take this blow, and I'll give you another chance."

After saying that, he swayed and rose into the air.

He threw a punch, the same move Zhang Yuanhu had used yesterday.

However, in his hands, the power is quite different.

Seeing this, Shen Yan stopped hiding his skills and his whole body glowed with a faint golden light.

At this moment, his muscles were bulging, and his clothes had long been torn open and scattered on the ground.

It resembled a golden Arhat.

The two men clashed fists and palms, and the shockwaves shattered the already dilapidated pavilion, causing it to collapse into pieces.

Shen Yan took two steps back to steady himself.

Zhang Yuanlong said calmly, "How about that? My punch was only at half its power."

"Enough with the nonsense, let's get this started!"

Shen Yan felt his blood surging and his heart pounding. When he exchanged a palm strike with Zhang Yuanlong, he felt a surge of excitement.

Zhang Yuanlong only used half of his strength, and Shen Yan certainly didn't give it his all.

Seeing Shen Yan's lack of appreciation, Zhang Yuanlong was unwilling to say anything more.

"Since you're courting death, then I'll grant your wish."

He no longer held back, his true energy circulated throughout his body, and his body emitted a mottled glow.

Shen Yan couldn't help but glance sideways, thinking to himself, "Zhang Yuanlong is indeed quite skilled; he actually fused the different kinds of true energy so perfectly."

He could tell that Zhang Yuanlong had also cultivated the Devouring Heaven Demon Art, and his strength was far superior to Zhang Yuanhu's.

Although he is still at the second rank, he is not like Zhang Yuanhu, who can only exert half of his strength.

Despite their opposing stances, Shen Yan still admired him.

Zhang Yuanlong must have figured out how to integrate different types of true qi.

Although it's not as easy to use as the true qi that one cultivates oneself, the difference isn't significant.

In order to understand the gap between himself and a second-rank martial artist, Shen Yan did not use his true energy.

He could fight him using only his external martial arts skills.

Despite being at a disadvantage, Shen Yan became more and more excited as the battle progressed.

The ammonia energy that the body had previously absorbed from the immortal treasure began to be absorbed and transformed at an accelerated pace.

The Nine Revolutions Golden Body Technique is getting closer and closer to a breakthrough; the fiery red little figure within the Dao Fruit is about to give birth to a great medicine that simulates a breakthrough.

Shen Yan could already see that the red bead inside its body was becoming fuller and fuller.

Although Zhang Yuanlong had the upper hand at this moment, he became increasingly alarmed as the fight progressed.

He thought to himself, "This person is clearly injured, but why are there no signs of injury?"

He saw that Shen Yan's injuries were not showing at all, as if they had healed in the blink of an eye.

Utterly shocked, he gritted his teeth and said, "Is he still immortal?"

Zhang Yuanlong was convinced that Shen Yan must have used some kind of secret technique to conceal his injuries.

As time passed, Shen Yan's aura not only did not weaken in the slightest, but instead became even stronger.

Zhang Yuanlong was already considering retreating, but his pride wouldn't allow him to back down.

"I am chosen by Heaven; how could I possibly be defeated here!"

"Heh! Fate? If you are fate, then I am fate! I shall take your life!"

Shen Yan sneered, "It's better to believe in yourself than in fate."

The vague notion of luck is far less valuable than one's own strength.

The two fought from dawn until midnight. Zhang Yuanlong felt as if the sky had darkened and the sun and moon had lost their color.

Shen Yan's aura also rose higher and higher, and he was actually using it to break through to the third rank.

Upon seeing this, Zhang Yuanlong couldn't help but think to himself, "A madman!"

A martial artist's breakthrough is fraught with peril, and they would not attempt it lightly without thorough preparation.

But Shen Yan was so crazy as to want to break through in battle, which in his eyes was no different from courting death.

The moon is about to set, and the sun will soon rise.

The area within several miles of the two men was a complete mess.

The official road, trees, and hills were all destroyed by the aftermath of their battle.

Zhang Yuanlong's face already showed some fear, and the true energy in his body was far superior to that of an ordinary second-grade cultivator.

Unexpectedly, he was only slightly on par with Shen Yan.

He said, "Let's call it even, and go our separate ways, how about it?"

Shen Yan felt a little anxious when he heard Zhang Yuanlong's words implying that he wanted to retreat.

He was on the verge of a breakthrough, just waiting for the sunrise so he could receive the power within the Dao Fruit.

Then one can break through the seventh stage of the Nine Revolutions Golden Body Technique in one go and become a third-grade martial artist.

Zhang Yuanlong wanted to run away, but Shen Yan naturally wouldn't allow it.

He sneered, "Trying to run away halfway through a fight? What's the difference between you and those spineless eunuchs in the palace?"

Zhang Yuanlong, who was already feeling guilty, felt even more embarrassed after hearing this.

"Fine! You forced me to do this!"

He opened his mouth as if swallowing a whale, drawing in the air within a radius of several hundred meters.

Shen Yan's gaze sharpened slightly upon seeing this, knowing that Zhang Yuanlong was about to fight to the death.

A moment later, Zhang Yuanlong's veins bulged all over his body, and his skin turned a bright red.

His eyes bulged out and were bloodshot, making him look like a demon from hell.

In this state, Zhang Yuanlong's strength has greatly increased, exceeding the second-rank limit.

Shen Yan was overwhelmed and somewhat regretted his sarcastic remarks earlier.

He also experienced what it's like to be a punching bag, being beaten so badly by Zhang Yuanlong that he was completely powerless to resist.

His nose was covered in blood; this was the first time he had suffered such a serious injury.

Fortunately, the "Longevity Manual" was incredibly powerful, and the injury was quickly healed.

Zhang Yuanlong had completely forgotten his initial words of recruitment; now, all he could think about was how to kill Shen Yan.

But he didn't know what kind of cultivation technique Shen Yan practiced, or why he was so difficult to deal with.

"These martial arts practitioners are indeed like rocks in a latrine, both smelly and hard. They're a pain to fight against."

at last.

Shen Yan endured the long and arduous journey until the morning sun rose.

A ray of sunlight shone on his face, and Shen Yan couldn't help but smile.

"My turn!"

Zhang Yuanlong looked at him suspiciously, not understanding what he meant by those words.

But as soon as Shen Yan finished speaking, his aura surged.

The body's Qi and blood surged like a rushing river, unstoppable.

Shen Yan's cultivation level reached the third rank, and all the acupoints in his body lit up, shining brightly like stars in the sky.

The meridians and acupoints throughout his body were connected, and at this moment, they seemed to be in accordance with the laws of nature. Shen Yan rose into the air, looking down from above with an indifferent expression, like a god looking down on all living beings.

"Spare me, and I will submit and acknowledge you as my master."

Zhang Yuanlong knelt down and begged for mercy.

He was so frightened by Shen Yan's breakthrough that he completely lost his fighting spirit. He couldn't believe that Shen Yan had only broken through to the third rank.

He was already on par with me before even reaching the third rank; now that he's broken through, how could he possibly be my match?

Zhang Yuanlong thought to himself, "Heaven helps those who help themselves. In ancient times, King Goujian of Yue endured hardship and humiliation, and his three thousand Yue soldiers were able to conquer Wu. I, Zhang Yuanlong, am no less capable of doing the same."

Shen Yan said calmly, "You can die in peace now. To thank you for helping me break through to the third rank, I will make your death more glorious."

His blood and qi surged throughout his body, his acupoints shone brightly, and with a light wave of his right palm, the force transformed into a golden dragon.

This divine dragon is based on the "Dragon Elephant Prajna Sutra" and supplemented by the power of the third grade of the "Nine Revolutions Golden Body Technique".

At this moment, the scales on the dragon's body became lifelike.

Although Zhang Yuanlong had already begged for mercy, his internal energy had not dissipated, and he remained ready at all times.

Seeing Shen Yan make a move, he no longer held back and tried his best to defend himself.

But it was all in vain. The dragon formed from his strength shattered his moves with overwhelming force.

The attack struck Zhang Yuanlong with undiminished force.

He turned into a cloud of blood mist, just as Shen Yan had said, a glorious death.

Looking at the miserable state before him, Shen Yan said softly, "It seems your heaven doesn't favor you."

After saying that, he shot after Shen Ci and the others like an arrow released from a bow.