Republic of China Era: Entering the Dao through Divine Strike.

I've finally found you.

Ever since he went to the Cheng family's courtyard to provoke them and fought his master Cheng Yuanhua several times, resulting in both of them being seriously injured, this guy has been hiding.

Then, she secretly encouraged Prince Yuji of the Prince Yi's Mansion to throw out all sorts of information, some true and some false, to lure her to Wanfulou.

Without even thinking, Li Xin understood that the place was a den of dragons and tigers.

The Blissful Cult will definitely lay many traps, trying to ensnare themselves.

But he just wouldn't go.

Even when the old monk said that his second uncle was not dead but was suffering greatly, he paid no attention to it.

If it were just a Jianghu (martial arts world) force like the Blissful Sect, it wouldn't be a big deal.

However, Wanfulou is located in the inner city, which is too close to the Wuchang Temple, the capital's outpost of the Great Snow Mountain.

Who knows if the forces of the Great Snow Mountain will open another stronghold there?

This is entirely possible.

After all, the one in the harem was known for her love of opera.

It's simply unreasonable to say that the defense of the places she frequents is too weak.

Therefore, in Li Xin's heart...

The danger of breaking into Wanfulou was actually similar to that of breaking into Wanfu Wanshouyuan.

There's no need for that.

Anyway, as long as we cut off all the outer tentacles of the Bliss Cult.

It's not me who's in a hurry.

Upon hearing this, Monk Jinzhong chuckled and shook his head: "Such arrogance! When your master took action that day, he didn't necessarily gain any advantage."

But you, brat, killing two of my disciples is what truly pains this old monk to the core, a pain that lingers in his throat.

I wish I could cut your head off and use it as a chamber pot every day.

The monk Jinzhong grew increasingly angry as he spoke, his voice turning irritable. "Li Xin, you've killed four masters in a row. I wonder how much strength you have left, and how many of your ultimate techniques you can still use?"

"No need for the monk to worry about that. No matter how weak and feeble you are, I can still easily kill you."

Li Xin retorted sharply.

The other party was indeed a master-level figure.

Although not considered a member of the martial arts world, he is not listed among the Six Great Masters.

However, his skills were by no means inferior to those of the six masters.

Cheng Yuanhua fought him with his palms, exerting all his strength, and managed to make him spit out a mouthful of blood before retreating lightly.

Afterwards, he was back to his energetic self, stirring up trouble everywhere.

There was absolutely no indication that they were trying to restrain themselves.

It's easy to imagine just how powerful this old monk was.

Other masters, once they have cultivated to a certain level, especially when they have cultivated their Qi to the point where their entire body is covered in a net and their power reaches the very tip of their hair, consider themselves to be invincible.

Then, they lost their awe of the world-renowned masters and thought they were nothing special.

But there was one thing they hadn't considered.

People are different.

Realm and strength have never been the key factors in whether a person can fight.

At the same level of strength, a truly capable fighter can easily kill ten incapable opponents.

The key to victory or defeat includes spirit, will, skills, adaptability, and especially the control of the situation and the grasp of distance.

And, seizing the right opportunity.

That's why he can be called a master.

It is strong in all aspects and basically has no weaknesses.

Even in adversity, one can find a way to survive.

Therefore, in this era, the title of Grandmaster has never been a single level of attainment.

Rather, it is a form of combat power.

They defeated everyone in their vicinity, and no one dared to challenge them.

That is, a grandmaster.

It is also the pinnacle of a martial art.

Although the monk Jinzhong did not have this title.

But his combat strength is obviously about the same.

Jin Zhong was strong, and Li Xin would not underestimate him, but he would not overestimate him either.

Li Xin felt that he was stronger.

“Is that so? Then take a look at this.” Monk Jinzhong flipped his hand and took out a palm-sized golden bell from his wide robe.

Compared to the giant golden bell that was presented to the Cheng family's courtyard that day, the golden bell in front of us looks much smaller.

Li Xin's eyes narrowed slightly upon seeing this.

He noticed something amiss.

The space around the clock retains a blindingly bright light.

"Dragons fight in the wild, their blood is black and yellow."

He couldn't help but think of that sentence and blurted it out.

"You do have some discernment." Monk Jinzhong's expression changed slightly.

The way he looked at Li Xin became much more cautious.

To other martial artists, the dragon energy within the bell appears as a bright light.

The gold was dazzling, but it was neither visible nor tangible.

Only during cultivation can one draw upon one's inner energy and strengthen one's fundamental nature.

Only then can one understand the infinite wonders of dragon energy.

This is also why some sectarians, despite not wanting to get involved in worldly affairs, still choose to attach themselves to the royal court.

It's not that they're used to being bossed around, but rather that they've genuinely seen the benefits.

This applies to sectarians as well as martial arts practitioners.

Some of them, attached to the royal court, were imbued with the dragon's aura...

It can make the internal energy stronger and more powerful, and cultivation will be as if divinely aided, as if blessed by good fortune.

So many people are willing to serve as the court's lackeys not entirely for wealth and glory.

Those highly skilled experts, who relentlessly pursued their goal of remaining within the inner palace, naturally had their reasons.

Monk Jinzhong was proud of his family's lineage, believing that only his sect truly understood how to utilize this dragon energy. He looked down on the crude methods used by other sects.

Hearing that Li Xin had seen through the dragon's true nature at a glance, he was naturally shocked.

"Can you tell that this is the primordial energy?"

"Its color is black and yellow, as heavy as a mountain, and its aura is as deep as an abyss. What else could it be but the aura of Xuanhuang? But no, you call it dragon aura?"

Li Xin laughed heartily and said, "So, this is what you're relying on?"

"Old monk, you think you can deal with your Master Li by relying on such a tiny bit of external stuff? You're dreaming."

Li Xin suddenly spoke up and struck out with a palm.

His figure left more than ten afterimages as he struck the Golden Bell Monk.

This palm strike...

Yin and Yang flowed in the palm, and the muscles and bones of the whole body vibrated and buzzed.

The palm strike hadn't landed yet.

The Golden Bell Monk's body turned half crimson and half dark blue.

A fierce wind spun and gathered from all directions.

It felt as if it was about to be completely absorbed by this palm.

bang...

A melodious and grand bell rang out, resounding in all directions.

The onlookers all leaned back, their eyes sparkling with admiration.

They staggered and saw two figures colliding with each other in front of the White Ape Martial Arts School...

The energy separated and merged several times, surging in all directions, causing dust to rise into the air.

When their vision cleared again and the sound gradually faded away, they saw the two people standing separately once more.

The monk Jinzhong had seven or eight more handprints on his robe.

The brocade fabric fluttered down like colorful butterflies.

The edges even showed signs of fire and flooding.

The monk Jinzhong's entire body was covered in what looked like a layer of gold paint, with some gray-black and bluish marks, and blood was spilling from the corner of his mouth.

Li Xin, however, was spotless.

However, the sleeves of his white robe had been torn off, leaving his bare arms and shoulders exposed.

At the same time, the forearms of both hands were covered with overlapping blue and red marks, and were slightly swollen and inflamed.

"What great strength! If your skills end here, monk, this day next year will be your death anniversary."

After trying a few moves, Li Xin said coldly.

It must be admitted that the indestructible Vajra Body of the Great Snow Mountain is indeed extraordinary.

Despite his immense strength and the condensed internal energy that had undergone a qualitative change, he still couldn't completely break through the opponent's indestructible golden body.

All the force of the attack was neutralized layer by layer at the level of his skin and flesh.

Once you reach the musculoskeletal layer, there is not much of a threat left.

Not to mention internal organ damage.

An invisible net of energy formed around Monk Jinzhong's body.

Whether it's external force or internal energy infiltration, it can all be intercepted.

Even at its full power, when it hits him, 90% of the force is immediately reduced.

The remaining ten percent of its power is nothing more than shaking the opponent's body and causing their qi and blood to become disordered.

It will inflict some shock damage on him, but will not take his life.

'This is a typical turtle shell.'

Li Xin understood.

"Here comes the knife."

He gave a soft shout.

Zhuang Hongxiu had been waiting for a long time.

The long sword he held in his hands had already been untied from its sheath and was now out of its case.

It transformed into a flash of light and shot towards Li Xin.

"Haha, I knew you had acquired a treasured sword, the 'New Pavilion Marquis.' Did you think I was unprepared to kill you?"

The monk Jinzhong, his previous kind and gentle demeanor vanished, replaced by a cold shout, his eyes blazing like a fierce Vajra.

The golden bell in his hand swayed slightly, and a surge of black and yellow energy emanated from it.