Gu Long: Dominating the Martial Arts World Starting from Transmigrating as A Fei

Chu Liuxiang's attention had long since shifted away from A Fei and Xing Nu.

He watched the battle between the chief Xinhu and Lianxing, his brows furrowing deeper and deeper.

Because Xinhu had already experienced a great battle during the day and had not rested, and then fought with Lianxing for a long time at night, his true energy was almost completely exhausted.

Therefore, when he faced Lianxing, whose Mingyu Gong had reached the eighth level, he was already teetering on the brink of collapse.

The old monk was breathing heavily, and fine beads of sweat gathered on his bald head, forming the size of beans, before sliding down.

He looked at Lianxing with apprehension in his eyes.

The surrounding air was colder than even the coldest days in the Northeast, because Lianxing had pushed the Mingyu Gong to its limit.

Her once-jade-like muscles and bones are no longer clearly visible, and her skin tone is starting to return to normal.

This is a sign that one has mastered the eighth level of the Mingyu Gong.

The Buddha light emanating from Xinhu's body had dimmed to the point of being almost imperceptible, and the protective "Golden Bell Shield" had long since been broken.

He looked at Lianxing, who stood there gracefully like a fairy, and said through gritted teeth:

"Second Palace Master, you've come uninvited, killing countless disciples of our sect and severely injuring this old monk. Does your 'Yihua Palace' truly intend to be mortal enemies with my 'Shaolin'?"

Lianxing stared at him disdainfully and giggled:

"You old bald monk, what's wrong with you? You're resorting to 'Shaolin' now that you can't win a fight?"

"You call me a bandit and demand the execution of a thief, so why are there only these two radish heads here instead of your three thousand Shaolin monks?"

"Is it because you haven't found a nun yet to bring these three thousand babies into the world?"

Xinhu had never been so humiliated by a young junior like Lianxing. Enraged, he roared:

"Lianxing! Don't push your luck!"

Lianxing laughed heartily:

"What a joke! You 'Shaolin' first framed an innocent person, and then seriously injured me..."

When she mentioned Ah Fei, she paused suddenly, unsure of how to address him.

If she called him affectionately, Lianxing worried that it would cause trouble for Afei if word got out; if she called him stranger, she didn't want to.

So he simply ignored the past and immediately continued:

"Given such behavior, what's wrong with killing a few of your disciples?"

"Haven't you inquired about the fate of those who offend my 'Flower Palace'?"

Xinhu's eyes widened, as if he had thought of something terrifying.

He was already very familiar with the way the disciples of the Yihua Palace acted.

Because all of their disciples are women, and their martial arts are known for their cold nature, they are elegant, refined, aloof, and proud.

She was breathtakingly beautiful, yet cold and aloof.

But this is only when you haven't provoked them. Once you have, you'll understand what tyranny and cruelty truly mean.

Especially since Yaoyue succeeded as the Grand Palace Master, the "Yihua Palace" has become even more feared by people in the martial arts world.

I never expected that this second palace master would have such a personality, even more cruel than the legends say.

Unfortunately, Xinhu misunderstood. If he hadn't wrongly accused Afei first, and if his junior brother Xinzhu hadn't seriously injured Afei afterward, Lianxing wouldn't have gone mad and fought him to the death.

Xinhu was so angry that he was speechless. He stared at Lianxing, his whole body trembling.

Lianxing glanced at Afei and saw that he had sat up and his injuries didn't seem so serious, which put her mind at ease.

She looked at the leader of the "strongest sect in the world" with a relaxed and playful expression, and said with a charming laugh:

"I know you don't want 'Shaolin' to be ruined in your hands."

"How about this, I'll let you have your way. You make one move against me, and I won't retaliate, okay?"

This is clearly an insulting method.

Only when the difference in strength between the two sides is too great will the stronger side be confident enough to toy with the other side in this way.

Upon hearing this, the old monk gritted his teeth, making a grinding sound.

Finally, he suddenly paused, let out a long sigh, and his entire demeanor changed, as if he had suddenly grasped the essence of Zen.

Xinhu's gaze towards Lianxing became as still as a deep well, and he said calmly:

"Alright, then this old monk will use this last move."

As he spoke, he gathered all his inner energy in his palm. Although his aura was still magnificent, it was clearly not as awe-inspiring as it had been in the morning.

This Shaolin abbot is clearly at his last gasp.

Lianxing had long anticipated that her current inner energy was insufficient to contend with her.

However, she was not as arrogant as she appeared on the surface, and she was always on guard against any unexpected events.

Xinhu's palm strike seemed to age him ten years in an instant, his already withered face appearing lifeless.

Lianxing used all her true energy for defense.

But to her surprise, the slap felt like a tickle, almost nothing at all.

Although the eighth level of the Mingyu Gong can make the body as hard as ten thousand years of ice, making it difficult for external forces to penetrate, the eighth level of the Wuxiang Shen Gong in the heart lake should not only have such power.

Lianxing was puzzled when she suddenly heard Afei's urgent warning:

"He's going to take us all down with him! Run!"

Because Xinhu once again unleashed the signature palm technique of the "Formless Divine Skill," Afei, whose eyes were blinded by the golden light, inadvertently looked up and glanced at it.

With just one glance, he saw through Xinhu's plan.

Of everyone present, or rather, in the martial arts world today, only A-Fei and Xin-Hu practice the "Formless Divine Skill".

Therefore, Afei immediately saw that the palm strike from Xinhu was a feint.

The Heart Lake reversed the "Formless Divine Skill," its true purpose being to drag Lianxing down with it.

Even at the cost of his life, he wanted the world to know that Shaolin should never be easily bullied.

Afei was too far away from the two of them. By the time the warning was issued, Xinhu's hands had already gripped Lianxing's wrists, holding her vital points.

With her vital point controlled, Lianxing had no way to escape.

Before anyone could react, with a loud "boom," the golden light around Xinhu exploded.

At that moment, the Buddha's light transformed into a deadly beam of light, sweeping across the entire mountain forest.

The violent impact compressed the air so much that it blurred and spread out in ripples.

Snow, mud, flesh, weapons—everything that met the light head-on was shattered by this Buddha's light.

Even Xin Jian's former residence, which was only a few dozen feet away, along with its surrounding walls, was instantly destroyed and dissolved.

Of the many monks, only those who fell to the ground were fortunate enough to retain their bodies intact.

But they were instantly covered by fine mud and snow that were thrown into the air and then fell back down, their fate unknown.

Chu Liuxiang witnessed the entire process, and with lightning speed, he grabbed the wide robe of a fallen monk next to him.

With a flick of his wrists, the monk's robe hardened to the point of being as hard as a rock. Chu Liuxiang then used the robe to block the raging Buddhist light, protecting A Fei and Xing Nu.

As the snow and fog dissipated and the dust settled, Chu Liuxiang looked back with lingering fear at the spot where Xinhu and Lianxing had just stood.

As far as the eye could see, all that remained of the original spot was a large crater.

Xingnu was protected in Afei's arms and was not harmed, but when she realized that Lianxing was the first to be hit, her tears fell down.

She stared at the spot where Lianxing had last stood and screamed in agony:

"Second Palace Master!"

If she hadn't been still recovering from her injuries and unable to use her hands and feet properly, she would have rushed over without hesitation.

Afei's eyes flashed, and he suddenly disappeared from the spot.

Xingnu paused, her eyes failing to keep up with Afei's speed.

Only Chu Liuxiang, relying on his keen eyesight, saw A Fei's fleeting shadow.

He thought to himself that Ah Fei was not only highly skilled in martial arts, but also proficient in disguise and medicine. Even his lightness skill had his own style.

Afei was seen in a snowdrift, carrying a figure in his arms.

It was difficult to see in the darkness; one could only vaguely make out the outline, which suggested it was a naked woman.

It was Lianxing, who was seriously injured!