You, a tyrannical ruler, roam the heavens; you cannot understand my joy.

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"Living Buddha!!!"

A mournful cry, so piercing it was almost inhuman, suddenly burst forth from the mouth of a red-robed master.

He watched as the longsword stained with the living Buddha's blood was withdrawn, and as he watched the figure fall to the dust like a red lotus. He was struck by lightning, his eyes widened in horror, and his blood and qi surged in reverse, almost causing him to explode!

Not only him, but all the Tantric monks who were still fighting or had been injured and fallen to the ground froze at this moment, their faces filled with extreme shock, bewilderment, and a rapidly spreading, deep-seated despair and madness.

Living Buddha...

The Wise and Bright Venerable One...

In their hearts, the supreme, boundless Buddha, almost Buddha-like teacher, leader, and spiritual pillar...

But they failed?

died?

Was he pierced through the throat by the Southern Dynasty emperor with a single sword?

This is impossible!

That's absolutely impossible!

"Buddha! Open your eyes!"

An elderly lama threw down his broken bone staff, fell to the ground, and repeatedly kowtowed to the west. His forehead was instantly covered in blood and flesh, and tears streamed down his face.

"Venerable One!!"

The red-robed master, who was fighting against Hong Qigong, felt a sharp pain in his chest where he had been struck by a palm, but it was nothing compared to the immense grief in his heart.

He abruptly turned his head towards the direction where the Living Buddha had fallen, letting out a wild howl. Then, his eyes bloodshot, he stared intently at Lu Zuo, who stood there with his sword sheathed, and roared, "Demon!"

"How dare you kill a Buddha!"

"Our Tantric Buddhism is mortal enemies with you!"

"Disciples, avenge the Living Buddha!"

"kill!!!"

"Revenge! Kill!"

"Let's fight this monster!"

"Om Mani Padme Hum! Destroy the heretics!"

The remaining Tantric monks, whether masters or warrior monks, were completely driven to hysterical madness at this moment.

The death of the Living Buddha not only destroyed the core of their fighting spirit, but also seemed to destroy a certain cornerstone of their faith, leaving only the violent desire for mutual destruction.

They no longer cared about formations or coordination. Like mad tigers, they brandished their weapons, activated secret techniques that might damage their foundations, and burned their blood and life force as they desperately rushed towards the nearest Central Plains expert and towards Lu Zuo!

The moves had completely lost their structure, leaving only the most primitive and ferocious fighting.

"Protect His Majesty!"

Huang Yaoshi gave a clear shout and tapped his jade flute repeatedly, knocking down two martial monks who rushed towards Lu Zuo's back. But immediately, three more people howled and rushed up to fill the gap.

"They're desperate!"

"Gentlemen, let's put in more effort and send these Tibetan monks to join their Living Buddha!"

Hong Qigong's beard and hair bristled with rage as he unleashed the full power of his Dragon Subduing Palm. Wherever his palm wind passed, those who stood in its way crumbled. However, the crazed red-robed master and his men relentlessly pursued him, exchanging blows for blows with an unparalleled ferocity.

The pressure on the masters of the Central Plains increased sharply. These Tantric monks launched a desperate counterattack, and their power should not be underestimated. The melee became even more brutal.

However, Lu Zuo didn't even glance at the frenzied monks rushing towards him from behind. His gaze was already fixed on the tightly closed city gate, which was already showing signs of wear and tear from the fierce battle and rocket bombardment.

With a swift movement, he swept across several meters like a wisp of smoke and arrived before the heavy city gate.

Only when you get close can you see clearly that although the surface of the city gate is covered with fireproof wet mud and damaged iron plating, the main material, with its dark hue revealed in several damaged areas, and the dull echo produced when struck, is quite different from that of wood...

It's iron!

Moreover, it is a multi-layered, exceptionally thick iron door!

The outer layer may be disguised with wood, but the core is definitely a solid iron wall!

No wonder the rocket bombardment failed to penetrate directly.

As expected, they were prepared...

Lu Zuo's eyes turned slightly cold. The Jin Kingdom had stockpiled grain in the new city, gathered its experts and last remaining elite troops in Dading Prefecture, and secretly replaced the gates with these heavy iron ones. Clearly, they intended to huddle in a defensive position and wait for the Song army to run out of food or for reinforcements from other places to arrive.

Unfortunately, they overlooked one thing.

Lu Zuo took a deep breath and slowly assumed an ancient fist stance. It was neither the fierce and outward display of the Dragon Subduing Palm, nor the agile and graceful movement of the Free and Easy Wanderer, but rather the purest and most fundamental power condensed.

The immense power of the thirteenth level of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Technique, enough to shake mountains, began to surge within his body like magma, converging towards his right fist along specific meridian pathways.

Muscles, bones, fascia, and even every wisp of true energy emitted a slight yet terrifying hum during this gathering of power.

On the city wall, the Jin generals, who had finally recovered from the shock of the Living Buddha's death, saw Lu Zuo standing in front of the iron gate.

"What is he going to do?"

"Could it be that he intends to... break down the door with his bare hands?!" A general's voice trembled, filled with absurdity and fear.

"Fire arrows! Fire arrows now! Shoot him dead! Don't let him get near the city gate!"

Wanyan Zongfu roared hoarsely, his voice distorted, and a chilling coldness shot up his spine to the top of his head.

He had witnessed the terrifying power of Lu Zuo's palm strike that shattered the wooden door of Suqian. Although there was an iron door in front of him, the way that man stood there made him feel utterly doomed.

The surviving, still-shaken Jin archers, despite being kicked and beaten by their officers, managed to draw their bows and fire arrows at the dark figure below the city.

However, the arrows had not yet approached within ten zhang of Lu Zuo—

"snort!"

"Block it!"

Huang Yaoshi, Hong Qigong, and several other highly skilled martial arts masters from the Central Plains who were near the city gates made their moves almost simultaneously!

Palm winds, sword energy, hidden weapons, and the force of palm strikes whistled up, weaving together in the air to form an invisible barrier.

Most of the arrows were either deflected or shattered. The few that managed to slip through the net and reach more than ten feet behind Lu Zuo were deflected by his naturally flowing protective qi, not even touching the hem of his clothes.

Lu Zuo seemed oblivious to the rain of arrows overhead and the fighting behind him; his entire being was now united with the destructive power within him.

The first punch was thrown.

Boom!

A dull, resounding thud, like a giant hammer striking a solid cowhide drum!

The heavy iron door suddenly dented inward, leaving a clear fist-shaped indentation several inches deep!

Dust fell from the city wall above the city gate, and the ground near the city gate trembled slightly.

The Jin soldiers' exclamations on the city wall abruptly ceased, leaving only a collective gasp of shock.

The second punch followed immediately.

Boom!

The indentation deepened, and the iron gate groaned under the weight, the twisted lines spreading from the fist mark as its center.

Lu Zuo remained expressionless, throwing punch after punch, each one seemingly carrying the immense power of a dragon and elephant galloping and the earth's veins churning, slamming solidly into the iron gate.

Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump!

The continuous booming sounds, like gods forging iron, struck the hearts of every soldier and civilian of the Jin Kingdom.

The iron gate deformed and dented at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the hinges and bolts connecting it to the city wall began to emit teeth-grinding metallic twisting and cracking sounds.

The tremors of the city wall became more and more obvious, dust and gravel continued to fall, and the tiles on the city gate tower were shaking.

"Stop him! Stop him now!"

Wanyan Zongfu's eyes were bloodshot, and his voice was hoarse and cracked.

The generals around him were pale, and some even had weak legs and could barely stand.

The rain of arrows fell even more fiercely, but was firmly blocked by the experts from the Central Plains. Some Jin soldiers tried to pour boiling oil and smash down boulders, but were intercepted in advance by accurate arrows or flying stones.

"Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen..." A master from the Central Plains couldn't help but count silently in his mind while resisting the frenzied counterattack of the Tantric monks, his blood boiling with excitement.

Boom!Boom!Boom!

The seventeenth punch!

Boom!

A deafening explosion!

The city gate, forged from fine iron and over a foot thick, which the Jin Kingdom had placed great hopes on, finally succumbed to the continuous bombardment of this inhuman force, and a huge hole suddenly blasted open from the deepest depression in the center!

Countless twisted and deformed iron blocks, shattered door bolts and hinges, mixed with smoke and dust, shot inward!

Moreover, the rammed earth and brick structures connecting the city gate to the city wall on both sides also groaned under the strain caused by the violent force of this final blow.

With a deafening roar, a large section of the city wall collapsed and crumbled inward, revealing a shockingly large gap several meters wide!

Smoke and dust billowed into the sky!

The city gate has been breached!

A section of the city wall also collapsed!

Inside and outside the city, there was an instant deathly silence.

Only billowing smoke and the sound of bricks falling from the breach could be heard.

next second!

"The city gates have been breached!!"

Yue Fei was the first to recover from the shock. He abruptly drew the imperial sword bestowed upon him from his waist, its gleaming blade pointing directly at the smoke-filled breach. With all his might, he unleashed a roar that shook the heavens and earth:

"Soldiers of the Great Song! Follow me and kill!!!"

"kill!"

The Song soldiers, who had been poised for battle and had witnessed His Majesty's divine might breaching the city, were instantly filled with fervent excitement!

A deafening roar of battle cries erupted into the sky!

With Yue Fei's main force as the vanguard, Han Shizhong's central army pressing forward, and Yang Tiexin and Guo Xiaotian's elite new troops on both flanks, they surged forward like a flood bursting its banks or a steel dragon awakening in a rage, charging towards the gaping hole in Dading Prefecture!

The iron hooves pounded the ground, their sound like thunder!

"Enter the city! Reclaim our lost territory!"

"Kill the golden dogs!"

Lu Zuo stood before the ruins of the collapsed city gate, slowly withdrawing his fist, which was slightly tinged with dark gold, and shaking off non-existent dust.

His cold gaze swept over the Jin soldiers on the city walls, who were completely stunned and then collapsed as the city gates were suddenly breached and the Song army poured in like a tide. Finally, his gaze fell on the Tantric monks who were still putting up a last-ditch resistance not far away, but whose eyes were filled with the embers of despair and madness.

"It's your turn."

He muttered to himself, and with a swift movement, he had already slipped into the chaotic battlefield like a ghost.

No more techniques are needed; it's pure speed and power that overwhelm.

Slap, punch, finger poke, elbow strike...

Each time he struck, a Tantric monk would suffer broken bones, a shattered throat, or a severed heart, dying on the spot before he could even utter a sound.

Like a tiger among sheep, or like the Grim Reaper wielding his scythe, wherever he went, the remaining Tantric masters fell like felled wheat, their blood splattering freely amidst the smoke and ruins.

With the pressure eased, Huang Yaoshi, Hong Qigong, and the others quickly eliminated the remaining stubborn enemies. Without hesitation, they followed the surging crowd and rushed into the Dading Prefecture city gate, which symbolized the last barrier of the Jin Kingdom and was now wide open.

Dading Prefecture has fallen.