Martial Arts Crossover: It All Started with Hijacking Li Canghai

One moment he was still in the same spot, and the next he was standing right in the middle of the fierce battle between Dong Tianbao, Zhang Junbao, and Ouyang Feng.

Without any transition or trajectory, he simply appeared out of thin air.

The sword energy and palm wind simultaneously collided with an invisible barrier three feet in front of him, like waves crashing against rocks, and were completely blocked.

The three people in the midst of the fierce battle were all blasted away.

Dong Tianbao and Zhang Junbao staggered back seven or eight steps before regaining their footing, their faces filled with astonishment.

Ouyang Feng fared even worse; he flew backwards, his feet carving two deep furrows in the ground, sending rubble and dirt swirling up.

Those dark brown, sinister eyes locked onto Qin Han, shrinking to dangerous pinpoints.

The mere release of the air barrier neutralized all three people's full-force attacks and even forced him back. Who is this young man?

Looking at Dong Tianbao and Zhang Junbao, I wondered when so many little monsters had appeared in the martial arts world.

"Big brother?"

"Big brother?"

Dong Tianbao and Zhang Junbao called out in confusion.

"You all rest, let me have a good look at Senior Ouyang's Toad Kung Fu."

His tone sounded like a junior seeking advice, but his calm and composed demeanor showed no sign of seeking guidance whatsoever.

"yes!"

The two brothers exchanged a glance and retreated outside the battle.

The eldest brother is going to take matters into his own hands.

Only two people remained facing each other in the open space, and the martial arts enthusiasts who had gathered to watch the spectacle didn't dare to even breathe loudly.

A clash between grandmasters is a sight that may never be seen again in a lifetime.

Jiao Wan'er and Situ He's brains are already overwhelmed.

They were just arguing heatedly about the ownership of 100,000 troops, but the scene before them shattered all their calculations.

That's Ouyang Feng, the Western Poison.

One of the Five Greats, an old monster standing at the very top of the martial arts world.

He was forced back by this young Master Ye in one move.

Even if Ouyang Feng was careless, his strength was enough to make the world take notice.

Only then did the two understand why the Ninth Princess and Xia Qingqing had gone to such lengths to win over this person.

Huang Rong's heart was pounding in her chest. She knew better than anyone else how terrifying Ouyang Feng was, and she understood better than anyone else what that scene just now represented.

Qin Han looked at Ouyang Feng, whose face was ashen, and even had a slight smile on his lips.

"Senior Western Poison, this junior is Ye Wudao, greetings."

He adopted the posture of a junior and addressed her with great courtesy, but the overwhelming aura of arrogance made Ouyang Feng feel an unprecedented sense of suffocation.

"Ye Wudao?"

Ouyang Feng murmured the name over and over, his eyes turning extremely cold.

He thought to himself that he had had the worst luck tonight and shouldn't have taken the path through the bamboo forest.

Of course he had heard of that name; he had killed Ao Bai in the battle of the capital and become famous throughout the land.

It truly lives up to its reputation; seeing it in person is just as good as hearing about it. It's only as good as the rumors suggest.

"Croak!"

Ouyang Feng let out a muffled croak, then stopped talking.

His bones cracked and popped, his wide brown robe billowed without wind, and he swelled up like an inflated toad.

Those brownish-yellow pupils turned into an eerie emerald green in that instant.

The Toad Style Kung Fu was pushed to its limit.

When facing unfathomable young people, any attempt to test them is tantamount to suicide.

They either don't make a move at all, or when they do, it's a devastating, earth-shattering strike.

This is Ouyang Feng's martial arts philosophy: even a lion uses its full strength to hunt a rabbit.

"die!"

With both palms striking out simultaneously, accompanied by a foul-smelling, nauseating wind, they cleaved straight at Qin Han's chest.

The yellowish-green true energy solidified, transforming into a hideous giant toad phantom in mid-air, its blood-red maw wide open, ready to swallow Qin Han whole, soul and all.

The entire bamboo forest was enveloped by this sinister and domineering palm wind.

However, faced with this devastating blow, Qin Han's eyes suddenly turned into a dazzling gold.

Roar!

A deafening dragon roar erupted from his body.

The bottleneck of the seventh level of the Dragon God Technique was slightly loosening, and his true energy was instantly ignited. A golden dragon of energy, visible to the naked eye, coiled around his right arm, its head held high and its eyes looking down arrogantly.

The Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms: The Dragon Regrets Its Ascent.

The unparalleled palm force and the unmatched true energy of the Dragon God Technique merged perfectly at this moment.

"go!"

He unleashed a powerful strike with both palms.

The golden dragon roared as it broke free from the palm and crashed head-on into the hideous toad phantom.

boom!

Two of the world's most powerful internal energies collided head-on, without any fancy moves or variations, only the most primal and violent clash of forces.

In that instant, all sound in the world vanished.

Immediately afterwards, a deafening roar swept in.

Centered on the two people, the ground within a radius of ten zhang collapsed by half a foot, and the shockwave spread in all directions like a tsunami. Patches of green bamboo were blown up by the roots and torn into countless fragments by the two extreme forces.

The hideous toad phantom lasted less than three breaths before shattering into pieces and vanishing in a crash before the golden dragon of energy.

"puff!"

Ouyang Feng was sent flying backward, an irresistible force flowing through his arms and into his entire body, causing a tearing pain in his meridians.

"Snap!"

The bones in his arms made a cracking sound as they could no longer bear the weight.

How could this possibly be the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms? If the old beggar's Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms had such power, it would have turned him into a dead toad long ago. How could they have fought so evenly for so many years?

Before he could think any further, he twisted his body in mid-air, and after his feet touched the ground, he slid back three zhang (approximately 10 meters), the soles of his boots scraping against the ground with a screeching sound, before finally managing to stand firm.

He could no longer suppress the urge to vomit blood, which sprayed all over the ground.

In contrast, the Qin and Han dynasties were only pushed back one step by the force of the backlash.

High judgment.

Qin Han looked at the disheveled Ouyang Feng and nodded inwardly.

As expected of a veteran of the Five Greats, their raw strength is indeed remarkable.

Ouyang Feng is most famous for his poison skills. I don't know why this old poison master didn't use them, but even if he did, it wouldn't have made much difference.

His real purpose was to use Ouyang Feng as a whetstone to polish and solidify the bottleneck that had just loosened in the seventh level of the Dragon God Skill.

Once you break through the seventh level of the Transcendent Realm, you can transform your true energy into a dragon and soar through the sky. Compared to the Divine Blade Slash, which only allows the user to become one with the blade, its practicality is immeasurably greater.

So far, the results have been remarkable.

This scene, especially in Huang Rong's eyes, was nothing short of a bolt from the blue.

She had seen the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms, her husband Guo Jing's, the old man Qi Gong.

But which one possesses such terrifying power?

One palm strike.

With a single palm strike, he sent Ouyang Feng, the Western Poison who had dominated the martial arts world for decades, spitting blood and retreating in defeat.

This is no longer martial arts; this is mythology.

Ouyang Feng was aware of the situation. He had held back some of his strength when dealing with Dong Tianbao and Zhang Junbao to guard against a sneak attack, and had not used his full strength.

Even if we include those three points, it won't change anything.

He forcibly suppressed his surging blood and qi, then turned and ran.

He pushed his lightness skill to its limit, transforming into a blurry afterimage as he vanished into the vast night without looking back.

His disheveled appearance showed no trace of the demeanor of a grandmaster.

Qin Han had to admire Ouyang Feng's decisiveness. If it were any other grandmaster who had been humiliated like this, they would have fought to the death. But this old poisoner ran away without hesitation for even a second.

He deserves to have lived this long.

Qin Han didn't chase after them. He turned around, picked up little Guo Xiang, and put on a gentle smile.

"That mean old man who bullied you was chased away by your older brother."