Martial Arts Crossover: It All Started with Hijacking Li Canghai

With both palms thrust out, two dragon shadows, accompanied by a powerful gust of wind, surged forward.

Ao Bai charged forward, unleashing the full power of the Thirteen Protectors' Golden Bell Shield, his entire body glowing with the brightest dark gold, his fists enveloped in Tantric true energy as he met the attack.

The Golden Wheel Monk made his move simultaneously.

Five golden wheels flew together, the power of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill poured into them, and five rotating arcs of light cut in from the side and rear.

The three forces collided in the center of the Intermediate People's Court.

No sound.

To be more precise, the sound was so loud that people couldn't hear it, and all they could hear was a buzzing in their heads.

The ground in the center of the courtyard collapsed completely, creating a deep pit with a diameter of three zhang (approximately 10 meters).

The soil at the bottom of the pit was charred black by the true energy.

The remaining tables and chairs turned into wood chips, the still-standing pillars broke off at waist height, and the eaves above lost their support, causing the entire roof to collapse.

"Run!"

I don't know who shouted that first.

One of the Zhenglan Banner Zuo Ling was swept head-on by the aftershocks of the three-person clash. He was sent flying seven or eight zhang away, crashing into a broken wall. His chest caved in, and he died on the spot.

The two Heaven and Earth Society disciples didn't have time to dodge. The shockwave swept over them, spraying out blood mist, and their bodies were incomplete.

Chen Jinnan grabbed a Qingmu Hall disciple by the back of the collar and threw him out of the gap in the wall.

"Everyone evacuate!"

This is how grandmasters fight.

No wonder the Five Greats challenged the Huashan Sword Tournament back then; ordinary people would have died if they had even touched them.

Chen Jinnan rebelled against the Qing Dynasty for twenty years and plotted numerous assassination attempts against Ao Bai, but each one failed.

He used to think that as long as he gathered enough top-notch experts, he would eventually find a way to defeat Ao Bai.

Standing here in these ruins now, I finally understand what a grandmaster is, and what a great grandmaster is.

That is a power that can rewrite the battlefield terrain.

Yue Buqun pulled Ning Zhongze behind a broken pillar, his head buzzing and his stomach churning violently.

Ning Zhongze grabbed his arm.

"Senior brother!"

Yue Buqun did not respond.

The black and gold dragon pattern appeared and disappeared in the gaps between the flying bricks, and the dragon's head followed Qin Han's punch, spitting out golden light.

Yue Buqun suddenly felt fortunate that he had not sided with the Qin and Han dynasties.

His hand, which was holding Ning Zhongze's, was trembling. The pressure from the difference in strength was more overwhelming than the injury itself.

Qiu Chuji and the Four Masters of Quanzhen have already retreated.

This level of play is not something they can interfere with.

Ma Yu's face was covered in ashes, and she moved her lips twice.

"...This is what a Grandmaster is? How powerful must the ancestor who was once hailed as the greatest in the world have been...?"

Qiu Chuji did not answer.

Wang Chongyang has passed away, and now the Quanzhen Sect is only known for the Big Dipper Formation; it hasn't produced any other decent masters.

Zhao Zhijing had disappeared at some point.

In the center of the battlefield.

Qin Han's Twin Dragons Emerging from the Sea palm strike crushed Ao Bai's charging fists, tearing a gash in the dark gold color.

The surface of the Golden Bell Cover flashed twice, and blood trickled from the corner of Ao Bai's mouth.

That old thing is really tough.

If any other master had taken this blow, their internal organs would have been shattered long ago.

Ao Bai endured it, his Golden Bell Shield blocking most of the damage from his body, with only the pure Yang energy penetrating and causing internal injuries.

Qin Han's palm strike was undiminished.

This old man's golden bell shield has reached its limit; a few more rounds and it will be completely broken through.

However, the five golden wheels behind him did not give him a chance to pursue.

The five wheels of the Golden Wheel Monk flew over again the instant Qin Han withdrew his palm.

This time it was a head-on crushing attack. The Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill was fully activated, and the five wheels were spinning so fast that the edges were no longer visible. The air was swirled into a vortex, and broken bricks and wood were rolled up and swirled around the five wheels.

The golden wheel cleaved down from the front.

Cut the silver wheel to the left.

The copper wheel is sealed on the right.

Iron wheel sweeps the feet.

The lead wheel is wrapped around his back.

When the Qin and Han dynasties made a mistake, the world shifted dramatically.

With a flick of his left palm, seventy percent of the force of the golden wheel's downward strike was dissipated, sliding along the edge of his palm to the right.

With a thrust of his right elbow, the silver wheel was deflected by half a foot, flying past his shoulder.

The bronze wheel was right in front of him, and Qin Han slammed his right fist down on it.

The brute force of the Dragon God Skill directly confronted the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill.

"clang!!"

The bronze wheel was knocked away and embedded in a broken wall twenty paces away, shattering the wall.

The iron wheel swept at his foot, but Qin Han leaped up to avoid it.

The lead wheel circled around to the back and then changed direction.

This time, Qin Han neither dodged nor avoided.

"The dragon that soars too high will regret it!"

A golden dragon shot out, blasting the lead wheel backward.

The Golden Wheel Dharma King reached out and caught it, his five fingers went numb from the shock, and his wrist bones ached.

He had been practicing in Tibet for forty years, and had already reached the threshold of the tenth level of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill. He always thought that he was the best in the world at practicing physical martial arts.

I only realized today how far behind we are.

"If I don't kill you today, I won't be able to eat or sleep in peace!"

Ao Bai spat out the blood foam from his mouth, and the dark gold color reformed.

After fighting for forty years, he knew that some opponents could only be fought to the death.

"Then let's give it a try!"

Qin Han's true energy had already been depleted by 80%. He glimpsed that Mu Wangfu had already rescued people, and the Red Flower Society and the Heaven and Earth Society had also withdrawn.

If this drags on any longer, I'm afraid I'll be in danger. I need to finish this quickly!

The three of them bumped into each other again.

The Intermediate People's Court has completely collapsed.

The last two load-bearing pillars broke in the aftermath of the three men's fight, and the entire roof, along with tiles and beams, crashed down.

The three of them traversed the collapse. Qin Han shattered a falling beam with a single palm strike, and amidst the flying debris, his right fist slammed towards Ao Bai's face.

Ao Bai crossed his arms to block the attack, and the ground beneath his feet shattered into a spiderweb.

The Golden Wheel Dharma King unleashed all five wheels, slicing through the smoke and dust towards Qin Han's waist and ribs.

Qin Han sidestepped the first three rounds, elbowed the fourth round to deflect it, and the fifth round grazed his back.

The three's battlefield expanded from the middle courtyard to the front courtyard.

The three hundred elite soldiers of the Plain Blue Banner were gathering in the front yard. Just as the leading captain was about to give the order to fire arrows, three figures rushed out from the collapsed ruins.

The blast wave arrived first.

Three hundred people were overturned.

Before the captain could get up, a bronze wheel flew over his head, severing the flagpole behind him, and the flag fluttered down and covered his face.

Chen Jinnan rushed out from the gap in the ruins, with a bloody gash on his left arm, cut by rubble.

Behind him followed the remaining disciples of the Heaven and Earth Society, less than half of the original number.

"Master!"

One of his disciples called out to him.

Chen Jinnan aimed his longsword at a group of Eight Banner soldiers coming from the side, and with a flash of sword light, three men fell to the ground.

The gap was torn open, and the members of the Heaven and Earth Society filed out.

Another loud bang came from inside Ao Bai's mansion.

The last intact wall in the front yard collapsed, and bricks and stones cascaded down.

Amidst the smoke and dust, Qin Han's figure emerged first.

Ao Bai followed closely behind, his dark gold color had darkened considerably, and the cracks on his left arm were quite obvious.

The Golden Wheel Dharma King leaped down from the ruins, five golden wheels returning to his hands. Half of his robe was torn, revealing his thin but muscular body underneath.

The three landed on the main street in front of Ao Bai's mansion.

The bluestone slab shattered simultaneously beneath the feet of the three people.

Ao Bai was panting heavily, and the dark gold on his body began to flash irregularly.

His breathing was heavy, and he couldn't suppress the taste of blood in his throat.

With his five wheels in hand, the Golden Wheel Monk stared intently at the dragon tattoo on Qin Han's chest.

The black and gold dragon pattern flickered in and out of focus under the light, its head raised, giving one a sense of unease.

Qin Han stood shirtless between the two men, his dragon head emitting golden light, his breathing steady.

The three of them were no more than ten steps apart.