A Scroll of Infinite Glory

Chapter 147 The First Way a Grandmaster Dies

The golden-red beam of light suddenly stopped, revealing the original appearance of the Eight Winds Bronze Drum.

Guan Luoyang's palms were instantly covered with intricate bronze-colored patterns.

Those gnarled and intertwined tendrils, which appear somewhat grand and sparse on the back of the hand, become more delicate and intricate as they extend towards the fingers.

Since mastering the Supreme Divine Art, Guan Luoyang's control over the Azure Bird's vital energy has gradually reached a profound level. Most of the time, when he uses his energy, the strange phenomenon of patterns covering his body no longer occurs.

However, he is currently circulating the abandoned cultivation method from the Wuwei True Scripture within his body. The mental power centered on the brain, the Illusory Sun True Qi brewing from the dantian, and the Azure Bird Yuan Qi that connects and transforms between the two are all like a pool of radiant jade liquid.

Through repeated filtration, those overly distinctive features are stripped away, leaving behind only the purest, gentlest, and most authentic pool of clear water.

The water purification process became smoother and more natural, gently permeating the water, while the colors that had been stripped away were concentrated, naturally becoming more dazzling and vibrant than before.

Thus, those images that gradually merged into one were once again highlighted in a ferocious and grotesque manner.

His body spun silently on the wrecked carriage, as fast as the fleeting yet profound image of lightning illuminating the night sky during a thunderclap.

The Eight Winds Bronze Drum, caught by both hands, followed Guan Luoyang's figure in a swift spin, turning a full arc before being flung back in the direction it had come from.

The layers of pulsating power brewing on the bronze drum hadn't even had a chance to erupt before Guan Luoyang flung it back to its master.

Xu Miyuan, with his wild beard and hair, and a strong murderous aura brewing between his rugged eyebrows, felt a sudden surge of emotion in his heart when he saw that the person who had been hit by Shao Lingxiao's move had actually attacked again.

A fleeting moment of hesitation crossed his mind, but when he saw the eight bronze drums being thrown back at him, he raised his eyebrows and glared angrily, extinguishing that lingering thought.

In the end, he attributed this feeling, which was akin to being startled awake, to his own excitement at seeing something he wasn't looking for.

"Truly tenacious! To escape from Shao Lingxiao's clutches is fate; it's my destiny to take your life!!"

Xu Miyuan stretched his right hand forward, his five fingers snapped open, revealing his smooth palm with taut skin, and then he shook it forward.

The Eight Winds Bronze Drum was activated remotely. Even when it was still hundreds of meters away from him, it began to vibrate and emit visible light, and its speed decreased sharply.

Each vibration of the drumhead represents a portion of the internal power being dissipated, with the ripples decreasing in size.

When it reached three feet in front of Xu Miyuan, the bronze drum had completely dissipated the killing force it had been thrown back at, and hovered in front of its master.

On the carriage, Guan Luoyang waved his right hand, and a wisp of green energy shot out, sweeping up the young Taoist priest in the group and pulling him into the carriage. Then, he leaped out of the wrecked carriage.

The two horses pulling the cart continued to run forward.

The wrecked roof of the carriage, which was still carrying three people high in the air, fell down at this moment, but it had already been left far behind by the speeding carriage, at least twenty meters away.

The roof of the car fell to the ground and shattered.

An Feiyu and the others steadied themselves and looked closely, only to see Guan Luoyang's back as he attacked Xu Miyuan in the blink of an eye.

Wu Pingqiang glanced back and saw that the dust kicked up by the entire army was getting further and further away from them, while getting closer and closer to the city wall.

On the dilapidated carriage, an old Taoist priest sat and a young Taoist priest stood, both looking in this direction.

"Your senior brother said that the Jade Snow Dragon Ring of the Glacier Sect is on you?"

The old Taoist priest asked kindly and gently, took the white jade ring from Xia Qing's hand, weighed it slightly in his aged hand, and smiled, "Since I have neither internal strength nor the Ice Glacier Sect's mental cultivation method, even if I still have some mental state, I can only forcibly activate the full power of this dragon ring once."

"It all depends on whether your senior brother can make this one-off opportunity more valuable..."

Yu Tu Zhenren closed his eyes.

With his current physical condition, having lost all his power, he couldn't possibly see the process of the masters' battle even with his eyes open; the speed of that battle was far beyond what ordinary people could perceive.

On the contrary, after closing his eyes, everything around him returned to darkness, and the power of his mind's perception highlighted the two targets he wanted to observe in the distance.

In reality, the distance between the dilapidated carriage and the two people was constantly increasing.

Within the realm of the mind, Master Yu Tu remained at a distance that was neither too close nor too far from the two, silently observing this battle that had already exploded with devastation from the very first move.

boom!!!

Guan Luoyang's first counterattack was a palm strike that slammed directly onto the Eight Winds Bronze Drum. The force of the palm, carrying the momentum of wind and thunder and exceeding ten thousand jun, was enough to drive the bronze drum deep into the ground more than ten meters deep, temporarily depriving the opponent of the aid of the divine weapon.

If Xu Miyuan were to extend his hand horizontally at this moment to try to support the bronze drum, the way he would exert force would be extremely awkward, and he would be in an unfavorable situation.

As the leader of the Fire Luo Cult, although he has not been as active in the martial arts world in recent years, he was a veteran of many battles in his early years and remains strong even in old age.

All his combat experience had never been forgotten. Almost instinctively, he threw a punch that struck the side of the bronze drum facing him.

The two men were almost evenly matched in speed, so under the combined force of the two forces, the bronze drum would shoot downwards at an angle, striking Guan Luoyang's calf squarely.

Guan Luoyang had anticipated this, and his right leg seemed to disappear into thin air as he took a large step back, letting the bronze drum shoot into the ground at an angle.

With his left leg forward in a lunge position, he suddenly gripped the ground with the ball of his foot and launched himself into the air. His right leg, which was originally straightened backward, slammed forward, his knee bursting through the air and striking Xu Miyuan's chin.

This move was an alien armor fighting technique that Guan Luoyang learned from An Feiyu after temporarily forming a team and before entering this world.

—Sky Peak!

Anfeiyu can only execute this move perfectly and without any flaws when he is wearing armor.

But now, seeing this move performed on Guan Luoyang with his own flesh and blood, An Feiyu actually felt that he used it more skillfully and swiftly than he had.

Even Xu Miyuan, in his haste, did not have time to defend against this move and could only dodge.

He suddenly bent backward, like a giant python about to burrow into the water. His bones were incredibly flexible, and his head broke through the ground, disappearing into the hole.

The teachings of the "Human Deva Yana" include eight internal winds and eight external armies, which means that the fighting techniques imitate the well-known eight armies.

When Xu Miyuan broke the Eight Directions Annihilation Formation before, he used the Indra's Technique from the Eight Legions. Now, this move is the Mahoraga Technique from the Eight Legions, which means the Great Serpent God.

The martial arts of the Western Regions borrow the essence of Buddhas, Bodhisattvas, and Dharma protectors, and the exquisite combination of majesty, power, and strangeness is fully demonstrated in this move.

Guan Luoyang's attack missed its mark. After his body floated down, he only lightly touched the ground with his toes before immediately retreating backward.

He estimated the location where the bronze drum had slanted into the ground, stopped directly above that spot, raised his arms, and unleashed all the internal energy flowing within him.

A surging, undulating azure aura emanated from Guan Luoyang, rapidly surging and undulating around him. Its profound and magnificent aura manifested like a small azure ocean.

As he bent at the waist and leaned forward, he slammed his raised arms into the ground with all his might, and all the green energy seeped into the ground in an instant.

The gravity in this small area suddenly intensified, and the kinetic energy of the strike from the true qi combined with the change in gravity, causing the ground within a five-meter radius to suddenly sink.

With a loud bang, the ground sank more than three feet into the earth, the soil was compressed as tightly as rock, the surface was flat and solid, and wisps of heat were rising upwards.

With that attack, Guan Luoyang also injected enough heat into the ground to raise the temperature of the soil in that area by over 100 degrees Celsius.

Xu Miyuan, who was trying to retrieve the divine weapon by piercing through the ground, felt as if a huge, scorching hot boulder weighing tens of thousands of pounds had crashed down on him from above.

Even with his protective true energy at the Grandmaster level, he was still hit so hard that he felt short of breath and let out a muffled groan. He felt a slight dizziness and his body was firmly embedded in the compacted earth and rocks.

From the start of the battle until now, Xu Miyuan's two previous responses have been nothing short of brilliant.

However, it was precisely because of his slight attachment to his divine weapon that he went from being eager to hunt down Guanluoyang as his prey to unexpectedly falling into such a predicament.

In the ever-changing battle between masters, such a situation not only means that Guan Luoyang has a slightly better grasp of the battle than his opponent, but also that he now possesses explosive power that is almost in no way inferior to Xu Miyuan's.

Only in this way will he be qualified to seize this opportunity.

After unleashing his full power with the "Surpassing the Heavens and Smashing the Stele" move, Guan Luoyang's offensive did not stop. He changed his technique to "Wind and Clouds," locking onto Xu Miyuan's location and unleashing a barrage of punches that created phantoms.

The armor-piercing technique from the Bai Family Holy Fist uses penetrating power to pass through the soil and rocks, directly affecting Xu Miyuan.

When these forces first blasted into the ground, they resembled a surreal, cyan mist, guided by the free-flying images of mayflies, fluttering in unhindered by the soil.

However, the azure light mist transformed into a sharp spear with explosive properties as soon as it touched Xu Miyuan's body, causing the protective aura around him to emit muffled, explosive sounds.

The Western Region master's clothes, which he had destroyed by himself by damaging the sleeve of his right hand, now showed signs of tearing in many places, and his protective aura had been faintly broken.

If this situation continues, Guan Luoyang only needs to deliver a hundred more punches, and within a breath or two, he can beat Xu Miyuan to death right here.

They died underground, saving the trouble of burying them.

Unfortunately, a true master is not someone who can be killed so easily.

Even under constant attacks, Xu Miyuan's internal energy continued to circulate without hindrance.

That portion of power condensed into a pale golden light, firmly gathering between his fingers, piercing through the earth and stone, and touching the Eight Winds Bronze Drum.

hum! ! !

The entire bronze drum vibrated slightly, and then the vibrations were concentrated on the drumhead, producing a series of booming sounds.

Even the earth, pressed tightly together like rock, could not stop the drumbeats of rising passion.

The surrounding soil was loosened by the vibrations of the drumbeats.

On the ground, the flat, sunken land next to Guan Luoyang began to deform violently, bulging upwards and rising as a whole.

The drumbeats from underground broke free from Guan Luoyang's influence on gravity and erupted upwards.

Guan Luoyang had no choice but to withdraw his attack and dodge, retreating more than ten meters away in a flash.

The ground that he had just crushed suddenly exploded, like a large, muddy fountain, spewing fragments of earth into the sky.

Xu Miyuan's figure flew out from underground, his clothes torn, his right arm exposed, his palm holding a floating and vibrating bronze drum, his eyes wide open in his deep-set eye sockets, gritting his teeth and glaring at Guan Luoyang's figure.

"you……"

You clearly took a hit from Shao Lingxiao, so how come you're even stronger than when we met on Lao Jun Mountain?!

This was the question in his mind, but he couldn't say it out loud. As soon as he opened his mouth, a metallic, metallic smell, as if carrying the scent of rust, rushed from his nasal cavity and chest cavity into his mouth, causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood.

Fine clods of dirt fell from the sky. Xu Miyuan looked down at the dark red mark on the ground, his mouth agape, his entire face showing a look of disbelief.

Just now, along with Guan Luoyang's penetrating moves, something incompatible with Guan Luoyang himself was sent into Xu Miyuan's body.

The injuries caused by the penetrating fist force were not particularly serious to begin with, but the cold and crystalline demonic true energy, along with the insignificant damage to various parts of the body, extinguished the vital energy between the meridians and blood vessels, turning it into this kind of waste blood.

The feelings he had experienced ten years ago, and the failure he had been so deeply affected by ten years ago, surged into Xu Miyuan's mind.

He didn't want to ask any questions or say anything.

Only when true energy mixed with anger emanated from his body, did his hair fly wildly and angrily towards the sky.

The Eight Winds Bronze Drum gradually blurred, and its rich light flowed into Xu Miyuan's body until finally, only a phantom outline remained in his palm. He then scooped that outline into his palm.

A fierce gust of wind swept through.

The wind blew Guan Luoyang's full head of black hair loose, which, along with his wide robes, billowed and rustled behind him.

His attack was too fierce just now, and he was in the process of losing his power, so he was not in a normal and stable state. At this moment, he was a little weak and was struggling to get the next breath to come up.

But in his gaze as he looked at Xu Miyuan, there was only pleasure and...mockery.

As Guan Luoyang slightly raised his chin, the mockery in his eyes became less clear, and he seemed indifferent, as if he could already see Xu Miyuan's fate as a corpse.

Xu Miyuan, his brows furrowed with rage, threw a punch at Guan Luoyang.

The moment he threw that punch, the air in front of his fist shattered.

A pale white crack appeared in the air for a moment, then turned into a raging wind. The entire air trembled because of Xu Miyuan's punch, threatening to shatter everything in front of him and Guan Luoyang, who was standing in that direction.

However, just as he threw that punch, the lightning-fast Flying Shadow Armor suddenly appeared beside Guan Luoyang, pulling him away to dodge.

Another sword pierced the side, aiming directly at the left side of Xu Miyuan's neck.

He was so focused on Guan Luoyang that he momentarily forgot when the swordsman had sneaked up on him.

When this sword was unleashed, the sword, the person, and the move were all extraordinary.

He was the number one swordsman in Dongdu, but he was only the most mediocre of the three.

The sword was a newly forged divine weapon from the Sword Forging Manor. Its first appearance in the world was a striking display of its cyan-gold longsword. Originally dull and smooth, the sword began to change in response to the sword technique the moment it was drawn.

The sword had become longer, the blade was sharp, and the bluish-gold body vaguely resembled a sliver of frost-covered, snow-covered winter light.

The sword technique resonated with the blood Xu Miyuan had just spat out and the waste blood coursing through his body, using this waste blood as a medium to steal a bit of his true energy.

Xu Miyuan's eyes suddenly showed a hint of surprise and doubt. He dodged to the side, and with his left hand full of power, he flicked the sword from the tip to the middle of the blade in an instant.

"Born in the morning, dying in the evening, the dragon cries for a thousand miles—how do you know this move?"

He asked a question, then flicked two fingers together to send the sword flying, before throwing a punch at Jiang Jiusi without holding back.

Several miles away, the old Taoist priest sitting in the carriage opened his eyes.

Everything around Xu Miyuan was plunged into darkness; the barren yellow earth was completely obscured, with only a gentle light rising ahead.

Bathed in soft light, an elderly Taoist priest sat cross-legged, holding a jade ring in his hand.

As the light expanded, the figure grew taller and taller. Even when seated, it was several times taller than Xu Miyuan. Furthermore, streaks of sword energy resembling ink dragons emanated from its body, from its Taoist robe, and from its skin, swirling and hovering between light and darkness.

Two long, narrow eyes, like palace windowsills, looked down at Xu Miyuan.

"The remaining plan!"

Xu Miyuan exclaimed in surprise, "Your skills are completely destroyed, don't even think about fooling me!!"

His forward punch turned upward, and the entire environment was shaken and destroyed by the force of his punch. His two eyes, like two large mirrors lying horizontally in the air, finally shattered and withered away.

The barren loess land has reappeared before our eyes.

There was still someone in his eyes.

"Take this!"

With a sudden sword strike, all light was extinguished.

Guan Luoyang's divine weapon transformed into lightning, suddenly curving and striking down in the dark sky.

Xu Miyuan threw a punch, and a strong wind howled, distorting the air and tearing apart the dark area.

The drumbeats reverberated and echoed along the trajectory of his punch.

Guan Luoyang was grabbed by the shoulder by the Flying Shadow Armor and flew backwards to a distance of over a hundred meters.

Boom! ! !

The final beat of the drum sounded like the lingering echo after a storm.

Guan Luoyang touched the ground with the tip of his sword, exhaled a powerful breath of turbid air into the wind, and looked up.

At the source of the strong wind, the figure stood frozen for a moment, then roared to the sky, his voice filled with resentment and disbelief.

Then—

It split in two!

The sword is faster than the fist, capable of instantly cleaving a master.

(End of this chapter)