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

At the foot of Laoshan Mountain, the blood was still fresh.

A single piece of news has sent shockwaves through the world of Chinese martial arts.

Zhao Guangrong, president of the Nanyang Martial Arts Association, a Tang Clan elder, and a master of the Baodan level, is dead!

He died at the hands of Li Chenzhou.

There's no escape!

The news spread like wildfire, instantly reaching all corners of the country.

The level of shock far exceeds that of publicly executing Xu Wenhai in Victoria Harbour.

A master at the Core Formation level has already broken through the limits of the human body and touched the threshold of "Land Immortal". Their vitality is as tenacious as a dragon and an elephant, yet they were killed by a young man.

Moreover, he was the second Dan-holding cultivator to fall at his hands, following "Flying Divine Ape" Liu Yuanfei.

The source of the information is within the Tang Clan.

No one questioned its authenticity; the Tang Clan would never risk the lives and reputation of its elders to promote a stranger!

Deep within a heavily guarded military compound on the mainland.

The air was stagnant, like lead.

A woman with a tall, straight figure, a commanding presence, and stunning beauty clenched her fist tightly, her knuckles turning white from the force.

"Eighteen or nineteen years old... killed Zhao Guangrong..." Yan Yuanyi's voice was as cold as ice, filled with disbelief. "What a Li Chenzhou!"

She is Yan Yuanyi!

She is an instructor of "Changfeng," one of the three elite special forces units in China. She is a proud woman in the military with an extremely powerful background and is recognized as a top expert who is among the top three in the world when she takes on the Dantian realm.

To easily kill a cultivator at the Core Formation stage?

Even she felt a chill run down her spine, making her scalp tingle!

Among her peers, she was arrogant and disdainful of everyone, only recognizing the extraordinary woman Tang Zichen from across the ocean as her worthy rival.

That was her only formidable rival.

But to their utter surprise, a younger and more ferocious being has suddenly emerged.

"Martial prowess! Liu Mubai!" Yan Yuanyi whirled around, her eyes flashing with cold light, her killing intent palpable. "Li Chenzhou killed Liu Yuanfei, and I want him dead!"

"Yan Yuanyi!" A man wearing faded canvas camouflage clothing, with a rugged yet unusually fair complexion, responded in a deep voice.

He held a large, black spear in his hand, its tip as sharp as a needle, its shaft as heavy as iron, radiating a chilling aura.

It was none other than Liu Mubai, the instructor of the Sharp Sword Special Forces and a master of marksmanship!

He flicked his wrist, the tip of the gun hummed, and a cold glint appeared: "If he cannot be used by me, he is a major threat. I was originally wary of his connection with the Tang Clan, but he killed Zhao Guangrong, and the Tang Clan will not tolerate him. This world does not need another Ba Liming."

Beside him stood a man of medium build, dressed in a sharp black suit, with his hands behind his back, looking arrogant and haughty, as if he were born superior.

He is none other than Wu Yunlong, the top martial arts expert in the Imperial Palace!

He snorted coldly, his tone leaving no room for argument: "Isn't he going to hone his martial arts skills and travel the world? Perfect! Lock onto his whereabouts, choose a spot, and kill him on the spot."

Three experts at the Dan-level!

Yan Yuanyi, Wu Yunlong, Liu Mubai!

If any one of them stomps their foot, the entire martial arts world will tremble.

Now they're joining forces to kill a nineteen-year-old youth—this "honor" is enough to make Li Chenzhou's name go down in the annals of martial arts history.

……

At the summit of a great mountain.

A woman with an ethereal and jade-like temperament, her gaze deep and profound, seemed to pierce through layers of space, looking towards the distant Laoshan Mountain.

Plain clothes, barefoot.

Beneath her feet were black rocks, and the fierce wind, sharp as a knife, tore through the air, causing her clothes to flutter wildly.

The pine trees beneath our feet roared like a raging sea, their sound echoing through the entire mountain peak.

Her figure was amidst the sea of ​​clouds and the vast blue sky, as steadfast as a mountain, and as majestic as a person, their auras blending seamlessly, indistinguishable from one another.

If this world were a splash of ink, Tang Zichen would be the most indispensable stroke in that painting.

Without her, the mountain would lose its backbone, and the landscape would lose its soul.

This extraordinary woman, who had entered the realm of "sincereness leads to foresight," was also experiencing a surge of emotions within her.

She had initially thought that the young man was just a rough diamond, a highly talented martial arts prodigy who might one day reach her level.

Therefore, she had suggested that Zhao Guangrong go to Hong Kong, intending to protect him and help him out of any potential dangers he might encounter.

however……

"Liu Yuanfei... Zhao Guangrong..." Tang Zichen sighed inwardly.

It turns out I misjudged him.

That young man was hardly a junior who needed protection.

He was essentially a peerless, deadly blade already unsheathed; at this moment, he was on par with her.

"Zhao Guangrong... deserves his fate." Tang Zichen's voice was calm and even, yet carried a hint of coldness.

She knew this man harbored ulterior motives and was outwardly compliant but inwardly defiant towards her within the Tang Clan; his death was no loss.

However, he ultimately bore the title of a Tang Clan elder. Regardless of the reason for his death at Laoshan, she, as the leader of the Tang Clan, had to attend in person.

Come to think of it, the younger brother she impulsively took on also seems to be in Laoshan.

"Li Chenzhou..." she murmured the name, her usually cool eyes now filled with an intense curiosity for the young man she had never met before.

At eighteen or nineteen, he killed two immortals who had reached the elixir stage.

Just what kind of monster is this?

Where exactly has his fist, his will, his soul gone?

She receives intelligence reports on Li Chenzhou's movements whenever she wants, and if she so desires, she can strike at Li Chenzhou like a meteor from outer space, regaining the face lost by the Tang Clan.

however.

Tang Zichen's feet did not move an inch.

His brows suddenly furrowed, and a sharp, piercing pain, especially deep between his brows, exploded without warning.

Whenever her thoughts stirred and pointed towards that figure in Laoshan, the pain would pierce her ancestral aperture like a steel needle.

Sincerity can lead to foresight!

At the age of twenty-two, she traversed the Sahara Desert alone. In the inferno of yellow sand, her mind and spirit resonated with heaven and earth. With utmost sincerity and without falsehood, she finally attained this profound state of being.

It was at this time that her inner strength reached its peak, and her vital energy soared to the heavens.

This kind of supernatural ability is an innate spiritual perception; it is neither seen nor heard, yet it senses danger and avoids it.

For example, when you come to a fork in the road, the path that is dangerous, your body will instinctively detour around it, like water encountering a reef. This is not a matter of thought, but rather a divine guidance from the unseen, mysterious and profound.

Therefore, this level is almost invincible.

The myriad traps and schemes in the world are like a gentle breeze to her, unable to harm her in the slightest.

She was already in Laoshan, only inches away from Li Chenzhou, who had punched Zhao Guangrong to death. However, when she had the idea of ​​investigating:

Within the blood vessel between his eyebrows, a warning sign suddenly erupted like a thunderclap.

This is unprecedented!

Her "awareness of danger and avoidance" has always been as natural and passive as breathing; when has she ever given such a proactive warning?

Tang Zichen stood still, the howling wind and roaring pines filling her ears, yet deep within her mind, all was frozen and silent, reflecting all things without a ripple.

"Did I...walk into this dead end?"

On a whim, I went to see Li Chenzhou, and my brow reacted so intensely.

"That person...does he really have the ability to kill me?"

His calm words, each syllable like an ice bead, were a question directed not only at himself but also at the vastness of heaven and earth.

She knew perfectly well that her journey to Laoshan would be an earth-shattering battle.

Once the battle begins... this warning sign, piercing to the bone, is a divine revelation: the danger of defeat far outweighs the chance of survival.

"His fists have become so powerful; he's already capable of fighting me?"