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

The dark prison cell was thick and stagnant.

Barim Dei sat with a strange sense of relaxation.

His eyelids were lowered, and his breathing was long and deep, revealing a sense of Zen-like tranquility.

At this moment, he resembled an Arhat meditating in an ancient temple, with a dignified and solemn appearance.

The moment the iron gate swung open and the auras of Wu Yunlong and his two companions surged in—

"snort!"

A cold snort, like ice shattering.

Without lifting his eyelids, Ba Liming exhaled two condensed white breaths from his nostrils, which, like arrows released from a bow, hissed twice and embedded themselves in the steel fence, leaving two clear white spots.

"You're a filthy bureaucrat, you stink to high heaven, disturbing my peace and quiet. Take my punch first, then you can spout nonsense."

The Buddha's appearance has faded, and demonic intent has surged!

Before the words were even finished, the entire prison seemed to have been violently struck by a train.

Boom!

The earth is shaking!

The chains on Ba Liming's arm instantly taut, the rings rubbing against each other and sparks flying.

The plaster on the four walls has peeled off, revealing the twisted and deformed steel frame inside.

The entire space was about to be torn apart by this pure and extreme power.

Ba Liming made a move!

His body remained as steady as a rock, but his right arm swept out with a domineering fist intent that seemed to "revolutionize the world and shatter all decay."

The air was compressed to an extreme, forming a shock wave visible to the naked eye, which crashed down on the three people at the door.

The intent of the fist arrived first, like a tangible giant hammer, slamming heavily into the minds of the three men.

Wu Yunlong was the first to be hit. The force of the punch reached his body, and his expression changed drastically, from solemn to horrified. He seemed to see the world turned upside down.

A life-or-death situation!

"Hey!"

Wu Yunlong's pores closed instantly, and his blood and qi surged wildly into his spine. His spine, which he called "Tai Chi Central Stability," could not bear the burden and made crackling sounds.

He suddenly arched his back like an angry dragon, his palms, one yin and one yang, drawing a circular trajectory. This was his Wu-style Tai Chi "Yin-Yang Millstone," but at this moment, it was only for survival.

Liu Mubai's eyes were sharp, but the moment the fist struck his body, his pupils suddenly widened in shock.

He raised his gun and thrust it out.

He felt as if his gun was piercing an ancient, sacred mountain. He let out a sharp cry, the tip of his gun spinning rapidly, dodging the direct punch, and aiming for Ba Liming's ribs.

The Yin Fu Absolute Kill, the Heart-Piercing Bone-Piercing Spear, this is a life-or-death strike; if you don't fight to the death, you will die.

The fanged instructor, being the most direct and ferocious, was instead roused by this punch! He roared, "Kill—!"

His muscles swelled, his feet stomped the ground, and he crossed his arms, adopting a defensive stance like an iron gate across the river. His muscles, bones, and skin were instantly condensed and compressed to the extreme, transforming into a human-shaped piece of refined steel.

He was actually going to use his bare body to withstand the punch that could split mountains and shatter rocks.

"Bang--!!!"

A deafening explosion erupted, so muffled it felt like one's soul was leaving their body.

A surge of air swept up, kicking up clouds of dust.

As a result, it was utterly crushed.

Wu Yunlong's "Yin-Yang Grinding Mill" lasted for less than half a second before it made a crisp "crack" sound and shattered.

His arms trembled violently, and blood gushed from his mouth.

As if struck by a ten-thousand-ton press, he was sent flying backward like a cannonball.

Liu Mubai's piercing spear was still half a foot away from Ba Liming's ribs when it was deflected by the force of the fist.

The gun barrel bent into a terrible arc, unable to bear the weight. The shockwave traveled along the shaft, and Liu Mubai's tiger's mouth instantly cracked, almost causing him to drop the Yin Talisman Gun.

He lost control of his body and fell backward, his eyes filled with horror.

The instructor with fangs, who had been standing like an iron gate across the river, heard a faint cracking sound in his arm bones the moment his fists made contact.

A force shattered his defenses, ruthless and domineering.

It felt like being run over by a heavy tank traveling at full speed; my arms went numb and I lost all feeling, my chest and abdomen were churning with blood and qi, and I was thrown around like a broken sack.

Bang!Bang!Bang!

Three heavy, muffled thuds!

The three men slammed into the specially made concrete wall, causing the wall to tremble violently and leaving three clear human figures dented in it.

Ba Liming withdrew his fist, and his demonic aura subsided.

He remained seated cross-legged, his eyelids slightly lowered, and his breathing became long and deep again.

Outside the door, several prison guards were already slumped on the ground, their faces ashen.

In this small space, he is a walking demon, a Buddha-demon suppressing hell.

Seeing that the three hadn't been obliterated by a single punch and were still vomiting blood and panting, Barim's eyes narrowed slightly:

"Your official position is so corrupted that even your marrow is softened, but there are still some hard bits left that haven't completely dissolved. You can still take one of my punches and survive. Tell me, what's so important that you 'big shots' are coming here to die?"

The fanged instructor's eyes were bloodshot as he struggled to stand up and fight back, but Wu Yunlong held his shoulders down firmly.

Despite the excruciating pain, Wu Yunlong coughed up another mouthful of blood, a hint of barely perceptible reverence in his voice: "Master Ba, please assess this person's fatal wounds. Has the assailant already reached the Gang Jin realm?"

"罡劲?" Ba Liming opened his eyes.

The oppressive atmosphere that had just subsided returned, and the sound rolled in like muffled thunder:

"Corpses!"

There are actually people in the outside world who have reached this level?

An ice coffin was carried in, and the lid slid open, revealing Yan Yuanyi's stunningly beautiful face.

Ba Li stood up and looked down at the woman in the coffin. His gaze was no longer fierce, but rather focused on understanding the essence of life, like a Buddha observing the mortal world, or a demon peering into the soul.

He stretched out his large hand and placed it on Yan Yuanyi's wrist, the Cun-Guan-Chi acupoint, the Dazhui acupoint at the back of his neck, and the Tanzhong acupoint at his chest.

One press, one twist, one shake.

The image of skin, flesh, tendons, and bones seemed to appear in his mind. After a moment, he withdrew his hand, his eyes flashing with a sharp light, and exclaimed in admiration:

"Excellent technique! Excellent fist! The hidden force is divided, fine as hair, penetrating everywhere, and the power surges forth from within, like a thousand needles piercing the vital points. The one who killed her was a peerless master who had honed his kung fu to the very core!"

"That person... has already entered the Gang Jin realm?" Wu Yunlong's heart almost stopped beating.

Ba Liming narrowed his eyes and said, "No, but it's almost there... The strength has penetrated to the bone marrow, the intention has been refined to the divine level, there are no leaks in the whole body, and the core has been fully formed... However, the true intention has not yet been fully formed, it is not... Gang Jin!"

"It's not internal force!"

The despair in Wu Yunlong's eyes vanished, replaced by an almost insane killing intent.

"Um?"

"The name of the one who killed her?" Ba Liming asked with great interest. "I've been sitting here doing nothing, but my information network is still quite good. How could I not know that such a person existed in the world?"

Wu Yunlong said no more, but clasped his hands in a fist and said:

"Thank you, Master Ba. Goodbye!"

The ice coffin was quickly closed and carried away, with the three people helping each other away.

It is not a forceful, powerful energy!

As long as it's not the Gang Jin level, there's still a sliver of hope!

By gathering all the top Dan Jin masters of the era and supplementing them with the King of Divine Spears, and setting up an ambush from all sides, it is not impossible to kill him.

This young man is so young, yet his martial arts have already reached the edge of the Gang Jin realm. He acts without any restraint and can stir up trouble on the continent all by himself.

If they were to truly take that step and become a martial arts giant like Balimin or GOD, someone who would even constrain the state apparatus...

Is there ever a day of peace in this world?

Don't stay!

We must strike with lightning speed and completely annihilate them before they gain momentum or break through their limits.

Inside the cell, Balimin sat down again in a seated position.

"Hahaha, that's too fast. It hasn't been that long. But without reaching the Gang Jin level, it's still not safe."

After the others left, Ba Liming looked on with admiration and got up to walk towards the prison gate.