Covering the Sky: I Prove the Great Dao Through the Gate of Immortality

brush!

Zhao Guangrong's heels moved like lightning, his body twisting and stretching strangely, performing the Seven Steps Star Flow and the One Step Shrinking the Earth!

The figure flashed across the small bridge like a cold star, arriving right in front of Li Chenzhou.

The divine fist strike, delivered silently from the ribs, aimed directly at Li Chenzhou's heart.

fast!

It was faster than the limits of human vision!

The fist's intent was like a needle; before the fist even arrived, it had already pierced his skin, making the hairs stand on end. The fist's power surged forth like a bursting dam.

"Bang!"

Li Chenzhou lowered his stance, like an old, rooted tree stump, and silently delivered a punch from his waist.

Without any fancy moves, it precisely intercepted the path that the divine fist's momentum was bound to take.

boom!

The bluestone beneath their feet shattered, sending fragments flying. The violent clash of forces shook the pavilion in the middle of the lake, sending dust flying everywhere.

Li Chenzhou leaned back, his upper body suddenly sprang back, his spine snapping like an angry dragon breaking free of its chains, and with a "pop," his major tendons taut.

His arm transformed into a spear, piercing straight into Zhao Guangrong's heart!

Ruthless! Fierce! Swift!

"hiss--!"

Zhao Guangrong gasped, his arm throbbing with excruciating pain, half his body numb and tingling, almost knocked over by the recoil from the punch.

His powerful punch, unleashing the force of the Seven Stars and the explosive power of his inner energy, was enough to turn even an armored rhinoceros into mincemeat, yet this kid managed to counter it with a casual punch.

We cannot defeat them by force!

The thought hit me like a bucket of ice water.

In a flash, Zhao Guangrong's blood surged and gathered in his dantian, like mercury returning to its furnace.

His body shifted from extreme motion to extreme stillness, striking the pose of the Taizu Long Fist Embracing the Elixir Secret Transmission – Sitting on the Golden Throne.

The fist presses down, like an emperor stamping the imperial seal.

A domineering fist intent, capable of suppressing all directions and holding the power of life and death, suddenly spread out.

This boxing stance is of extremely high moral character, suggesting that the entire nation is in one's grasp, and that all people will bow down and dare not rebel.

He once sat firmly on this frame, as steady as a mountain, and even the neighing and galloping of two wild horses could not shake him in the slightest.

"What a nice setup!"

Li Chenzhou's eyes flashed with a sharp light. He straightened up abruptly, his bones twitching and erupting with a booming sound, as muffled as rolling thunder.

The entire spine, like a stabilizing needle breaking free from the sea's eye, soars into the sky.

A fierce and malevolent aura, capable of disrupting the three realms and shattering the heavens, suddenly erupted.

"Take this!"

He clenched his fist, his arms twisting like two dragons, and struck down fiercely—Havoc in Heaven!

"What?"

Zhao Guangrong's pupils suddenly contracted.

The power bursting forth from that seemingly small body made him feel like a macaque being thrown into the Eight Trigrams Furnace.

The force of the punch was like a bone-scraping knife, causing his face to contort wildly.

Boom!

It wasn't a sound, but the roar of pure power crushing space, as molten lava accumulated over millennia burst through the earth's crust.

The Monkey King's golden cudgel shattered the South Heavenly Gate.

Snap! Boom!

Sitting on the golden throne was like being overturned by a massive uprising of millions of bandits.

The boxing stance, symbolizing supreme authority, crumbled before the force of subversion.

"ah--!"

As their fists clashed, Zhao Guangrong felt as if he had been struck by lightning.

Its eyes were bloodshot, its mouth was wide open, and it let out a scream that was not human, losing all its elegance.

He exhaled sharply, his voice like the roar of a dying beast.

The golden throne collapsed, and his body swayed strangely like ripples on water. The bluestone beneath his feet was shattered into dust with a "poof," and dust billowed up.

Using this momentum to deflect the force, he retreated rapidly.

With feet like a scorpion whipping its tail, it kicked out two times with lightning speed to block the enemy.

With his other hand, he clenched his fist, twisting his five fingers to form a grim, mountain-shaped fist imprint!

With a clenched fist, murderous intent filled the air.

Ignoring his surging blood and qi, Zhao Guangrong fiercely threw three punches.

Crash! Flatten! Explode! Thrust! Charge! The five forces combine into one, executed in one breath!

Five steps to conquer Mount Hua!

Punch out!

Three towering, precipitous peaks suddenly rise from the flat ground! Straight and imposing!

The fist's intent was fierce and domineering, tearing the air apart and emitting a continuous shriek.

This is the killing move of Taizu Changquan. Legend has it that Zhao Kuangyin and Chen Tuan played chess on Mount Hua. When the dragon was about to be formed, Zhao Kuangyin was killed by Chen Tuan in five steps, who then seized the Taoist lineage and the immortal mountain.

"Excellent! Excellent mountain-seizing!"

Even with Li Chenzhou's greatly improved skills, he was still taken aback by this punch that contained the true meaning of the game of chess.

The four words that came out of his mouth were like thunderclaps, and the rolling airflow turned into a gale, tearing Zhao Guangrong's tattered clothes so loudly that they fluttered!

Zhao Guangrong's face twitched violently, but his eyes were icy cold, his mind set on killing.

Facing the three peaks that pierced the sky, Li Chenzhou's posture changed.

A fierce and raging aura, capable of shattering the heavens and disrupting the peaches of immortality, surged into the sky.

He was merely standing, yet it seemed as if a ferocious ape was roaring towards the sky behind him.

Wherever one steps, the blue bricks reveal the pattern of lotus-silk cloud-patterned shoes, and the surrounding gale faintly condenses into the outline of a golden chainmail.

This is the culmination of his learning, drawing upon his unbridled, arrogant spirit of fighting against the gods, and elevating the Dragon Palace rampage to create the Secret Formation of Core Formation—

Havoc in Heaven!

It's not a disturbance in the Dragon Palace!

It is to ascend to the heavens and shatter the Lingxiao plaque!

boom!

Li Chenzhou's eyes opened and closed like two golden flames burning down the Southern Heavenly Gate, as he pushed out a single palm flat.

No wind! No waves! No sound! No breath! No outward force, as if it were just a casual push from an ordinary person.

Fallen leaves filled the sky, hovering in mid-air; the flying dust momentarily froze, as if solidifying into millions of tiny glass beads.

The wind has stopped!

The sound is absolutely amazing!

There seemed to be a world within that fist.

"This...this shelf!"

Zhao Guangrong was terrified. As a top-tier cultivator in the world, how could he not see the terror of this "Return to Simplicity" palm strike?

This is hardly a push.

This is clearly the beginning of the Golden Cudgel's collapse of the heavens, and a sign of the Peach Banquet's downfall.

His hair stood on end, as if he had been punished by heaven.

Amidst the wind pressure from Li Chenzhou, which was as fierce as the breath of a ferocious ape, he roared and charged headlong into that seemingly ordinary palm strike with the "Five Steps to Seize Mount Hua" technique!

boom!

Click! Click!

Like the axe of the giant spirit god splitting Mount Buzhou!

Zhao Guangrong screamed in agony as his bones shattered inch by inch. He was sent flying backward as if he had been run over by a chariot of ten thousand heavenly soldiers, crashing into the center of the lake.

The stagnant water exploded, splashing up towering, turbid waves.

"It's a pity... this 'Havoc in Heaven' stance wasn't fully formed, otherwise it wouldn't have been just bones exploding!" Li Chenzhou withdrew his palm and stood up, his voice like the cauldron of the Tushita Palace exploding.

"Cough...cough cough...pfft!"

Zhao Guangrong was like a limp rag doll. He tried to struggle to get up, but his bones and internal organs were shattered, and he was too weak to stand.

He coughed up a mouthful of foul blood, his teeth shattered, and he roared incoherently, "Making trouble... in Heaven? Fine... so you think you're the Great Sage Equal to Heaven?!"

Having said that, he breathed his last!

Li Chenzhou's voice, though as calm as an ancient well, reverberated throughout the land.

"The Monkey King?"

"He's causing trouble at a fake heavenly palace, and he's attacking a clay god..."

"And this palm strike of mine—"

"All the gods and Buddhas in the heavens, whatever their forms, are illusory."

Li Chenzhou's heart was like an ancient well, and he sighed softly, "Havoc in Heaven... is still a bit lacking."

however!

Even though this boxing stance is not perfect, Zhao Guangrong is still no match for that unbridled, all-conquering boxing spirit.

Where the fist strikes, all life is extinguished.

The fist is about cultivating the Dao, about the harmonious resonance of muscles and bones, the surge of qi and blood, and above all, about forging the martial artist's indomitable will and the burning passion of mountains and boiling seas into every punch and kick.

The most widespread way to incorporate willpower into martial arts is through eyewitness testimony.

The so-called eyewitness is when a martial artist's spirit is condensed to the extreme, without even taking action, a single glance is enough to strike an ordinary opponent as if struck by lightning.

This is the method of using the spirit to subdue the soul and using intention to suppress the spirit.

However, no matter how strong the witnessing is, it is still only a crushing on a spiritual level; it can only subdue the hearts and souls of sentient beings.

If you are facing a stubborn rock or a piece of dead wood, no matter how powerful your spirit is or how fiery your eyes are, the stubborn rock will remain a stubborn rock and the dead wood will remain a dead wood, without moving an inch.

But Li Chenzhou's punch just now—

The force of the fist seemed to freeze even lifeless objects!

Withered leaves and dust froze instantly; this was no less than the subjugation of divine will.

The essence of martial arts—interfering with the present world!

Almost supernatural!

This is how he tempered his fist intent to the extreme, making it as heavy as the sky, imprinting his will to "fight the heavens and shatter the clouds" into reality.