I am Jinshan Youxia

Zhao Xu's voice was calm and unhurried. He was dressed in a white robe, which fluttered in the wind caused by the explosion outside. The robe clung to his muscles, revealing his strong physique. His handsome face was composed, and he had not changed much compared to more than thirty years ago. He skillfully brushed aside the building debris blown by the surrounding spiritual energy, demonstrating his superb control skills.

He had already become a peerless master who had overcome his inner demons.

“Then I…” Zhao Ji took a few steps back again, wanting to escape, but he also knew that under his brother’s watchful eye, even if he escaped the capital with his martial arts skills, he would be caught and brought back in no time.

“We are brothers.” Zhao Xu looked at Zhang Chengyi as if he wanted to glue his eyes to him.

A sliver of hope rose in Zhao Ji's heart.

"Indeed, it's not the right time yet." Zhao Xu's voice carried a hint of regret, but it was also a matter of course. Thirty years was far from enough for him to cultivate a team capable of killing the Golden Mountain Rangers. Even besieging and killing those people on Leigu Mountain took a lot of effort.

Even if Yue Fei and Huang Shang, who are on their way, join forces, they probably still wouldn't be able to defeat this monster.

Therefore, it is not the time for him to make a move.

Zhao Xu closed his eyes. He had only been back in the mortal world for a few months, yet he had already mastered the Arhat Golden Body Technique from the sacred mountain to such a profound level. He truly deserved to be called a celestial being descended to earth.

"I'll give you a quick death." He opened his eyes again and snapped his fingers.

The puppet emperor Zhao Ji, who had enjoyed half his life in luxury, immediately collapsed to the ground. In his dazed state, he reached out, trying to grab something, but in the end, he just slumped down.

"Tong Guan, go and take care of my brother's funeral arrangements."

Zhao Xu's voice remained calm, "Then gather your men, leave the capital, and wait for me in Shangjing Huining Prefecture."

"Yes, Your Majesty." The fair-faced, beardless middle-aged man bowed, picked up Zhao Ji's corpse, and disappeared from the spot.

The Jin Kingdom, the Jin Kingdom, from beginning to end, the Jin Kingdom was only under the control of Zhao Xu.

Back then, with the help of Xiao Feng's Northwest Army experts who stormed the capital, many of the well-known imperial guards he recruited could die legitimately and then go elsewhere to start their own factions.

We really have to thank Game Master for creating so many brainless, incompetent experts.

"The fist is power."

Zhao Xu clenched his fist, held it in front of his face, and looked at Zhang Chengyi, who was still acting recklessly and had not changed at all since then. A faint smile appeared on his face.

"Teacher, I will never forget what you taught me in my entire life."

There is no order of precedence in learning; those who are accomplished are teachers.

Zhang Chengyi taught him a lesson called truth, and from then on, he broke free from the army and power struggles.

He recruited the peasants from the "Ten Thousand People Passing on Skills" group, bewitched the sacred mountain, and seized the martial arts manual and the Northern Darkness Yin-Yang Skill. He diligently learned martial arts, tempered his body, refined his skills, and overcame his inner demons...

What happened to Xiao Feng was quite unexpected. He had no intention of letting the Northwest deteriorate to its current state, which was a pity.

"Our contest has only just begun." Zhao Xu spread his hands, looked up at the sky through his fingers, slowly closed his palms, and then disappeared from the spot.

"Mr. Zhang Chengyi".

Next up is the match between the two most talented contemporary powerhouses in his eyes. It's time to find a good spot to watch.

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"happy!"

Zhang Chengyi was completely unaware that someone was secretly plotting against him; he was simply enjoying the thrill of mowing down enemies with an invincible cheat code.

These experts were all quite skilled, yet they lined up to rush forward and die, showing no fear at the sight of their comrades dying in large numbers. It was indeed a strange thing, as if they were possessed and controlled by a demon.

However, he didn't really care about that.

If you attack me, you've been controlled; if you're killed, you deserve it. He was enjoying the act of mowing the grass and didn't think too much about it, not to mention he had no way to get rid of the inner demons that were haunting him.

"Thieves, stop your rampage!"

A furious roar descended from the sky, followed by a surge of spiritual energy attempting to restrain Zhang Chengyi. A tall, imposing young man with a round, square face, wearing silver armor, suddenly released his spear, which pierced the air with a sharp whistling sound.

"Good timing!"

Zhang Chengyi laughed heartily, his spiritual energy dissipating in an instant, and he reached out and grasped.

The spear, like an eel, evaded his palm, twisting and leaping like a snake, tracing its way up his arm and plunging fiercely towards his throat.

"bite!!"

After the long sound, the spear failed to break through the golden body. It did not break under the infusion of internal force, but bounced into the air. The silver-armored youth arrived in mid-air, grasped the spear, and thrust it down from above.

Chapter 138 The Powerful Flying Brick Should Be the Right Path

General Yue, please don't act rashly!

Huang Shang's impatient voice came over. He had actually arrived faster and was more attentive, and he could tell at a glance that all the imperial guards had been taken into custody.

However, his control abilities were unable to break the control effects on these people.

It wasn't just through inner demons; it also involved some malicious methods. Judging from the eunuch he captured, it might be related to the martial arts practices of this group...

"when!"

Zhang Chengyi raised his hand and punched the spear, producing a loud clashing sound.

The steel spear shaft, forged using special techniques, was bent to its limit. The silver-armored youth used his spiritual energy to propel the spear back and forth in mid-air, striking the enemy dozens of times with lightning speed.

Zhang Chengyi had just unleashed his second punch when the violent airflow resembled a missile explosion on Earth, with a booming sound and shockwave spreading outwards.

Despite being fully armored, the silver-armored youth nimbly leaned back to avoid the frontal impact, performing several backflips to dissipate the force before thumping back dozens of steps before finally stopping.

"Ugh~" He groaned, his internal injuries from the impact almost causing him to spit out blood.

Fortunately, his control abilities, having overcome his inner demons, quickly repaired his internal injuries, transforming the spilled blood back into energy.

When martial arts training reaches the point of inner demon tribulation, the blood is already different. After the emergence of spiritual energy, the group of people with the highest martial arts skills are infected by spiritual energy the fastest. Their flesh and blood can be considered high-energy fuel in interstellar civilizations, otherwise it would not be able to support the operation of their powerful bodies.

The reason Zhang Chengyi did not continue to release spiritual energy was that when the spiritual energy of the Chinese land reached a certain density, the true energy in the body of living beings would become tainted by the nature of spiritual energy and increase again, thus becoming spiritual energy. Whether it was released to the outside or dissipated upon death, it would cause the spiritual energy to continue to increase.

Unless a large number of living beings absorb spiritual energy without releasing any, the area covered by spiritual energy will continue to expand over time, and the density will also continue to increase.

There's no need to continue releasing spiritual energy, since every infected creature is releasing spiritual energy intentionally or unintentionally, and struggle and death are inevitable.

"Please hear me out," Huang Chang said, landing between the two men. He spoke earnestly, "There's definitely something fishy about this. These imperial guards are all being controlled by someone else—"

"boom!"

Zhang Chengyi once again waved his hand, sending a powerful imperial guard flying into the ruins. Then, he casually summoned a broken weapon from the ground, used his true energy to generate high temperatures, and shaped it into a more solid, irregular sphere, which he then launched towards the silver-armored youth.

The powerful catapult, with its full force, flew through the air with the same umbrella-shaped flames as a falling meteorite, but at the cost of its outer layer also melting into molten iron droplets just like a meteorite.

The general weapon forging level in the Song Dynasty was rather poor. Apart from the legendary weapons made of some unknown materials, other steel products could not withstand such high temperatures.

The Six Meridian Divine Sword is really outdated. Relying solely on sword energy condensed from true qi is utterly useless against the current version of peerless masters. It's very easy to block with spiritual qi or intercept with true qi by hand. It's not even as effective as the weapon fragments he flicked out with his bare hands.

However, this move still has a big problem. There aren't many things that can withstand his powerful projection. Just like a certain vending machine killer with 100,000 sisters, it's normal for the ammunition to melt.

Fortunately, the silver-armored youth wasn't far away, and he successfully arrived when half of the fireballs remained.

The greater the strength, the faster the object will be thrown. The silver-armored youth only felt a blur before his eyes, and he could feel the intense heat that could melt his body on his face. He instinctively dodged with a bridge maneuver.

"Swoosh!" The molten iron melted the silver armor.

The silver-armored youth swiftly tore off the silver armor bestowed upon him by the emperor. With a flip, before he could make any other move, he felt the same intense heat once again.

Finished!

His mind was racing. The speed and power of these fireballs were too high. He wasn't practicing the Arhat Golden Body Technique; taking a hit from them would surely kill him.

The next second, the young man from the Yin family felt light.

"Boom! Boom!" Two explosions followed, followed by thick smoke and flames.

Huang Shang darted to the ruins in the distance, carrying the silver-armored youth with him. Not daring to get too close, he was prepared to dash away. He called out loudly, "Hero Zhang Chengyi, please hear me out!"

Their speed is among the best of all masters. They might not be able to beat each other in a fight, but they can easily escape. Facing Zhang Chengyi, who has activated his Golden Body, is no problem.

The main reason they dared not get close was that if they were too close, they wouldn't be able to react in time to the fireballs and would be killed on the spot.

Zhang Chengyi frowned as he held the iron ball in his hand. He then realized that a large number of the surrounding soldiers had been knocked down by Huang Shang's spiritual energy, and the two peerless masters had run so far away, ready to escape like rabbits at any moment.

There was also a well-known cotton stylist named Huang Shang who had registered with him.

It seems the Song Dynasty Imperial Palace instance has ended again.

"Tch~" He casually tossed the iron ball aside and said, "Speak."

Once the fun wears off, the clever mind takes over.

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Very competitive.

Zhao Xu's face twitched. Although he had long been prepared that Huang Shang and Yue Fei together would not be a match for Zhang Chengyi, when he saw that Yue Fei was not even a match for him and Huang Shang could only rely on his speed to dodge and hide, his hysterical anger still flared up.

Even he would likely die instantly from the fireballs, utterly powerless to retaliate.

So what does it all mean to have spent over thirty years racking his brains, scheming and plotting, and desperately cultivating himself?

Why is it that Zhang Chengyi, after returning to the human world for only a few months, is able to reach the pinnacle of martial arts again?

"Squeak~"

Zhao Xu's teeth chattered, and it took him a while to calm down.

He made contingency plans, prepared scapegoats in advance, and secretly controlled the Jin Kingdom by taking advantage of his rapid progress in martial arts, allowing his influence to spread northward. However, the thought that Zhang Chengyi would easily take away the capital city he had built up over many years upon his return still lingered in his heart.

"We lost."

Zhao Xu murmured, perhaps Zhang Chengyi didn't even know, and even if he did, he wouldn't care, but he still had to admit it.

The fist represents power.

Without a powerful enough fist, it's meaningless to possess a lot of power.

He must continue to grow stronger, to gather more geniuses, and to find a path to defeat Zhang Chengyi and complete his apprenticeship.

It's just another failure. As long as he doesn't die, he can try again, and again...

But he must remember the shame of every defeat.

Zhao Xu's burning will condensed all his instincts into a single force, breaking through the bottleneck in his martial arts. A torrent of power surged from his acupoints, making him a match for even Yue Fei and Huang Shang.

however--

He still had absolutely no chance of catching that fiery projectile.

With a sullen face, Zhao Xu abandoned the mess on the ground, turned and left, relinquishing the kingdom he had built up over half his life.