A Scroll of Infinite Glory

Chapter 134 A Half-Master, How Can He Be Remembered Again?

Guan Luoyang's palm strike, which flew through the air, not only possessed a fierce and turbulent energy, like burning primordial energy, but also carried a rapidly changing gravity.

In terms of actual physical size, he did not change much, but the spirits of everyone around him were subtly affected by this aura.

In their eyes, when Guan Luoyang unleashed this palm strike, it was as if his entire being suddenly magnified several times over, his weight and power increasing dramatically, pressing down on Meng Wanghou with a giant palm print.

Meng Wanghou, who had just surfaced from the water, calmly waved his hand and accepted the blow.

Boom! ! !

The sound of the two forces colliding was not intense, but surprisingly dull.

The water surface, with a diameter of nearly twenty meters, is like a large drum that has been struck with tremendous force, and it has sunk in from the center.

It's not the kind of depression with a rounded curve, but rather it looks like the shape of a taut string being pressed down in the middle, with a distinct obtuse angle in the center, while the surrounding area is stretched into a straight slope.

The surface of the flowing water was pressed so smooth and taut that every depression felt incredibly heavy. Beneath this smooth, clear water, countless specks of dust and algae were rapidly dispersing and flowing. Everything was changing quickly, vastly, yet silently.

The water surface, which is usually perceived as gentle, at this moment displayed an almost unbreakable and incredibly resilient tension.

Guan Luoyang's palm strike, delivered with all his might, was thus contained by the steadfast and solid surface of the water.

After enduring and becoming tense, a rebound naturally follows.

Meng Wanghou's feet trembled, and the entire water surface shook violently, as if a blanket had been stretched flat by a great force, and the indentation in the middle was immediately bounced upward.

Guan Luoyang was pushed back by his palm and flew diagonally into the sky, while Meng Wanghou's own body also rose straight up more than ten meters.

Freed from the constraints of some mysterious force, the water surged with raging waves, creating chaos and sending up jets of water.

The turbulent currents converged towards the center, creating a massive wave large enough to rival the height of King Meng.

Meng Wanghou shattered the waves, let out a long roar, and charged toward the riverbank where Han Wengong was.

Suddenly, a semi-transparent giant eagle came flying towards them.

As he struck with his palm, the giant eagle automatically split apart, dodging his attack and transforming into two cranes, one on the left and one on the right, their long, sharp beaks simultaneously stabbing at his ribs.

Meng Wanghou swung his arms together, scattering the two cranes that were purely compressed air, causing a shockwave to explode in mid-air.

Immediately afterwards, a short sword, two feet seven inches long, with patterns engraved on its blade like outstretched wings, flashed past in the corner of Meng Wanghou's eye. In a single move, it slashed out five complex blade beams, like hundreds of feathers, intricately combined to form a golden lotus in full bloom.

The Five Old Men Peaks in the southeast of Mount Lu are like golden lotuses carved out of the blue sky!

The ultimate move in the Lushan sword technique is that the sword transforms into wings of light, forming a lotus flower. The person hides behind the lotus flower, seemingly disappearing. One sees only the gleaming sword and the lotus flower, but not the person wielding the sword.

If it were the previous Meng Wanghou, even if his internal strength, fighting spirit, and arrogance were far superior to Chen Shouzhen's, he would still have to be cautious when facing this ultimate sword technique honed by generations of masters from Mount Lu.

But now, he felt that he didn't need to look at the sword or the person. He could vaguely see the most subtle flow of true energy. He only needed to use one arm to strike out, directly meeting the lotus flower of sword energy, and forcefully stirring it from a distance.

The golden lotus of sword energy then spun violently, with countless tiny sword beams colliding and dispersing among themselves. In an instant, it dissipated, leaving only the original short sword and the swordsman.

Just as shock appeared in Chen Shouzhen's eyes, he felt his hand go empty.

Meng Wanghou struck the hilt of the knife with his right palm, causing the knife to fly out of his hand, and then slapped it away with his left palm.

Chen Shouzhen crossed his arms to block, and the two kinds of true energy burst out in a crisscrossing pattern, causing the figure to fall rapidly.

Nangong Lei, the leader of the Nanfeng Sword Sect, was walking on water. His pupils contracted as he looked up, and his slender sword hissed as it pierced the wind. In an instant, he changed seven angles on the flying blade shadow, drawing, striking, lifting, and pressing it.

But as the knife passed him, it still left a cut on his forearm.

Not far to the right, Yuan Baigong, the head of the Shanxi Youshen Sect, used the sect's secret techniques, Heavenly God Throwing Thunder and White Ape Catching Sword. His feet treaded the water as if they were on flat ground made of hard stones, and with a smooth, long arm, he caught Chen Shouzhen who was falling from the sky.

The catch was beautiful, but as soon as Yuan Baigong came into contact with the layer of true energy wrapped around Chen Shouzheng, his whole body trembled. His internal energy inexplicably went astray, causing a sharp pain in his Jianjing acupoint. His stance collapsed, and he and Chen Shouzheng crashed into the water.

The seven or eight renowned masters on the water all witnessed Chen Shouzhen's defeat with a single strike, and a chill ran through them. They all simultaneously recalled a certain title.

Grandmaster!!!

Since ancient times, essence and energy have been the substance, wandering souls have been the transformations, and all things have taken form, thus creating the various beings in the world, including humans, ghosts, spirits, and monsters. Among them, those who can roam freely and control their energy are called masters.

What kind of cursed luck did this remnant of the demonic cult and evil sect envoy have to break through to the Grandmaster level at this time?!

"No, he hasn't stabilized this realm yet; he's not a complete grandmaster."

Jiang Jiusi, who was on the shore behind them, transmitted his voice, clear and unobtrusive, to everyone in their camp who still had fighting power.

"After breaking through that barrier, there are many mysteries, but when the gate of the mind is first opened, it is the most vulnerable. Right now, in his dantian, the qi is divided into clear and turbid qi. Clear qi rises and turbid qi sinks. Turbid qi is used to kill, while clear qi is used to nourish the spirit. The head is not protected by true qi at the moment."

"If we hit his head now, his dantian will shatter and his qi sea will explode, enough to reduce him to dust."

"You must be quick. In a quarter of an hour, the pure and turbid energies will reunite, the Xuan Guan will be stable, and it will correspond with the Dantian Qi Sea like Yin and Yang. This weakness will no longer exist."

Bang! ! !

The water rippled in all directions.

Gu Lanxiang, who had set off early but was lagging behind Nangong Lei and the others due to her lack of knowledge of light-body skills and reliance on high-frequency, violent water-walking, suddenly accelerated.

Her body cast an extremely long, light green shadow, and as she soared into the air, the bamboo stick in her hand emitted a swaying glow for the first time.

With her flying attack, the staff shattered the air layer by layer, striking towards Meng Wanghou.

Gu Lanxiang's Wine Immortal Staff Technique, in normal combat, simply relies on her extraordinary physical abilities to unleash various unusual forces. However, it was only now, with this strike that rose from the water, that she used her "true energy."

Indeed, among the martial arts skills she learned from the Pandaren of Pandaria, there was an ability called Chi, but that "Chi" was quite different from the Chi in this world.

The true energy that matches the Panda Brewmaster's staff techniques does not need to circulate along the meridians. It is usually strengthened through training and accumulated in all the blood and flesh cells.

When it's time to actually use it, the breath and exertion suddenly trigger this pure, immense, and fierce life force, flowing from every cell in the body, like a floodgate being opened, delivering a sudden and powerful blow with an extraordinary strength and speed.

After Meng Wanghou broke through his mental barrier, he could see subtle and discernible flows of true energy when others made their moves. However, when he saw Gu Lanxiang's attack, he could only see a chaotic and indistinguishable luminous object that smashed over him along with his stick.

He swung his palm to catch the blow, and his body finally fell from the wind, touching the water's surface again.

The luminous body wielding the staff dimmed and then brightened again, as the staff techniques attacked like a storm. They all seemed to be powerful and fierce, but in reality, each technique had its own unique characteristics.

Sometimes, as soon as the stick is extended, it pulls Meng Wanghou's arm with a sticky force when it is withdrawn; other times, when the stick is about to strike his head, it suddenly becomes lighter, and the stick is pulled out from the other side with the end of the stick.

The stick techniques changed faster and faster. A red rope hanging around Gu Lanxiang's neck swayed slightly, and the thing tied to the end of the red rope also swung out from inside her clothes, which turned out to be a piece of hazy crystal.

Crystals are usually considered to be of the highest quality when they are crystal clear, but this hazy crystal, slightly yellowish, seems to contain countless impurities. Its shape is also far from beautiful, and it even looks somewhat like the bone of a human finger joint.

But after the crystal was thrown out, the spirited and beautiful girl's smile, which had initially been slightly excited, gradually turned dangerous.

The stick flashed wildly as she swung it out. Her eyebrows arched, and fine, curly patterns extended from the corners of her eyes. Her mouth split open, and her teeth chattered incessantly with extremely subtle and frequent collisions, exceeding the normal level of belligerence.

A sharp whistling sound erupted from the sky.

"I'll smash your head in! I'll blow it off!!"

Gu Lanxiang roared and slammed her staff down. In addition to the leaping flames on the staff, it was also wrapped in a layer of dark, boiling, furious aura.

The force of this blow suddenly doubled, and the water behind Gu Lanxiang was affected by this terrifying kinetic energy, causing a wave to rise far above her head.

But Meng Wanghou's eyes flashed, and he realized that there was suddenly a division of different powers within the indistinguishable luminous object in front of him.

The Four Seas in Turmoil Hand technique changed rapidly, and the violent bamboo stick swayed and lurched, causing Gu Lanxiang to stagger and pass by Meng Wanghou. Meng Wanghou swung his foot back and kicked the end of the stick, then struck the upright bamboo stick with his palm.

The stick swung back, sending Gu Lanxiang flying backward.

Crash!!

She fell into the giant wave and was swept underwater by it.

The gurgling waves and bubbles rose around me, and the fragrance of orchids fell to the bottom of the river, stirring up a cloud of turbidity.

She opened her eyes and looked up in the water, nonchalantly raising her stick, about to smash through the water in front of her and rush forward.

But when she slightly opened her mouth, the dark magical energy that spewed out from her mouth actually pushed away the surrounding water and created a large number of bubbles, which immediately changed her expression.

The Four Seas Confusion Hand, which was originally meant to trigger internal poisoning, was instead used to induce a hidden danger within her body.

That was the wrathful demonic energy that Gulanxiang was infected with while cultivating on the continent of Pandaria. Gulanxiang originally intended to absorb this power and make it her own by taking advantage of the convenience of being a reincarnator, but she has not yet completely solved the problem of the wrathful demonic energy polluting her mind, so she can only borrow it to a limited extent.

But a native of a martial arts world, who probably had never heard of Pandaria or seen the Wrathful Demon Power in his eight lifetimes, actually managed to increase the risk of her going out of control in just a few moves.

Thinking of this, Gu Lanxiang seemed to laugh in anger. She quickly grasped the crystal tied with the red string, held her breath in the water, and entered a meditative state, gradually suppressing the fury emanating from her body.

Meng Wanghou was almost at the shore.

Guan Luoyang, high in the sky, then fell down, landing on the knee-deep riverbank, blocking Han Wengong's path not far away.

"No one can stop me today."

Meng Wanghou walked out from the water and stirred up a huge wave with one palm.

Guan Luoyang pressed down with his hand, expanding his vital energy and intensifying gravity, causing the rising wave to be suppressed like a collapsing sand dune.

As the river water receded, the two exchanged a simple, unadorned palm strike.

Upon exchanging blows, Meng Wanghou immediately sensed that the opponent's power was like a waterfall cascading down, relentlessly and overwhelmingly pressing down on him without giving him a moment's respite.

Clearly, they realized that in a battle of techniques, they had no advantage against him, who had already reached a higher level, so they wanted to drag him into a battle of internal strength and foundation.

This was exactly what he wanted.

Meng Wanghou could feel that the quality of his skill was constantly transforming. In his brain, there was a gentle, nourishing energy that stimulated the power of the mind's gateway. This power then fed back into his dantian, blending together seamlessly.

During this fifteen-minute period, with each passing breath, his foundation of skill would grow stronger.

Upon contact with the internal force, Guan Luoyang's arm trembled slightly, but it did not continue to collapse as Meng Wanghou had predicted.

It was as if there were two vortexes within Guan Luoyang's body. When subjected to immense pressure, they erupted with a speed of operation that was more resolute and decisive than usual. The power of the magnetic field was received by his spirit, and the free spiritual energy was seized by his dantian.

The scorching internal energy surged out explosively, seemingly disregarding the meridians' ability to withstand it.

Where their palms met, light silently rippled out time and again, one circle of cyan, one circle of blue, expanding in an alternating pattern.

"Hmm? You're not a grandmaster, yet you've already cultivated the Mind Gate and Dantian Qi Sea... Wait! Why is your Dantian Qi Sea weaker than your Mind Gate?!"

Sensing something amiss, Meng Wanghou suddenly raised his free hand over his shoulder and slapped it from behind his ear, shattering the thin sword that was flying toward the back of his head with a powerful palm strike.

An eagle swoops down from the sky, aiming straight for the top of the head.

With a flick of his finger, Meng Wanghou shattered the eagle.

The air after the eagle shattered reflected the sunlight, suddenly transforming the sunset's brilliance into countless flaming birds that plunged into the body of Guanluoyang.

Guan Luoyang's eyes gradually expanded to a golden-red hue, and he further intensified his internal energy in his palm.

Distracted, Meng Wanghou's mouth slurred a little blood. He could hear the people chasing him on the river, who were using their internal energy to unleash sword energy and throw a series of hidden weapons at the back of his head.

He dared not fall into such a situation again, so he did not hesitate to stimulate the power of the Xuan Guan and the convergence of true qi in advance. During the process, some of the scattered power caused his clothes to billow, as if a large cloud of blue light dust was flowing between his clothes and skin, flowing to his palm, and then he pushed again.

This push prematurely activated the true and complete power of a Grandmaster. Paying such a price not only caused Meng Wanghou excruciating pain in his head, but also potentially caused him to fall from the Grandmaster realm and suffer a qi deviation.

but……

"No one can stop me today!!"

A beam of azure light shot out from the acupoints on Meng Wanghou's back, bombarding the water's surface, piercing the air, and shattering all the hidden weapons, blade energy, and sword light. With a single palm strike, he blasted Guan Luoyang away with overwhelming force, but the power in his palm seemed slightly weak.

The palm strike didn't land completely, and Guan Luoyang was sent flying backward.

This backward flight had nothing to do with his mental power or the energy in his dantian; it was purely due to the explosive speed of his physical body that allowed him to escape the area where Meng Wanghou's palm strike was most powerful.

The riverbank ground cracked, and they retreated and then advanced again.

Meng Wanghou subconsciously pressed his palm against Guan Luoyang's chest. The power of this palm had clearly been unleashed once, yet it seemed to be endless, freezing Guan Luoyang's rapidly approaching figure in an instant.

Time seemed to slow down. Guan Luoyang's chest had sunk slightly, and the circulation of his strength had become sluggish under this pressure.

But he couldn't hold Guan Luoyang's gaze.

He glanced at Meng Wanghou, whose eyes turned red as the fiery energy generated by the Li Huo Jin Tong Sword pierced his eyes at a distance of less than ten meters.

The power in Meng Wanghou's mind suddenly became chaotic, and his dantian and even the meridians throughout his body emitted a light so strong that it could penetrate his skin and clothing.

He cried out in pain, and in the final moments before his palm strike dissipated, he blasted Guan Luoyang far away. Then, with a backhand strike, he sent everyone on the water's surface flying backward.

Han Wengong stood on the shore, pen in hand, observing the entire battle. He had wanted to intervene, but Meng Wanghou's attack, which unleashed his full power through breath control, had almost completely blocked the meridians and key points of the Yuandao Qigong, leaving him unable to move.

He could only weakly watch as the crowd took turns intercepting him, only to be repelled. He watched Guan Luoyang's seemingly divine battle tactics, and watched Meng Wanghou, who was about to self-destruct, walk towards him again.

Compared to the previous battle where he flew across the river, Meng Wanghou's movements were now incredibly slow. He walked steadily towards Han Wengong, step by step, his eyes already blind, and two lines of bloody tears streamed down his face.

With each step he took, another ray of light appeared within his body, like a crack.

Just one step away from reaching Han Wengong, his body felt as if these beams of light had pierced through all his joints, leaving him frozen in place.

"Oh!!"

Meng Wanghou wiped the blood from his face, reached out, and touched Han Wengong's chest.

"Old man, for the rest of your life, do you dare to forget or misremember this day?"

Bang! ! !

A large sleeve swept past Han Wengong, deflecting the force of the self-destruction.

When that sleeve was swept open, all that remained of Meng Wanghou in Han Wengong's sight was a cloud of blood mist.

Guan Luoyang flicked his sleeves, stared at the cloud of blood mist, frowned, and took a deep breath to put his broken ribs back in place.

"A Grandmaster who's not even fully stable yet, and he's already this difficult to deal with? Very well, a formidable enemy indeed..."

Han Wengong lowered his eyes and saw the bloodstains on his chest. His brows twitched, and he shook his head, saying, "I would not deliberately mispronounce the name of the deceased."

"But unfortunately, I already feel mentally exhausted just recalling the past of my righteous friends, so I probably won't have time to recall your deeds."

A cold, hard will, like ancient ice and rock, surfaced in his eyes.

What about the master?

Such a greedy and ruthless evil path, even if it produces a true master, is not as precious as my former comrades!

(End of this chapter)