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

With dragon energy at his disposal and having just broken through to the next level, his power has greatly increased.

No matter how you look at it, this young man is no match for me.

His blood must have frozen solid by now, right?

It's a pity that such a talented person didn't come from his own school.

However, to be able to kill such a young hero is indeed a great pleasure in my life.

"Uncle Yin attacked from behind, yet he didn't feel the slightest bit ashamed."

Bullying the weak without feeling any wrongdoing... I underestimated my senior uncle.

Li Xin opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of ice shards, causing icicles to form on his eyebrows and eyelashes.

The body's Qi and blood, however, remain as vibrant as pearls and flow like a mighty river.

Yin Changshou transformed from extreme Yin to ultimate Yin, using dragon energy as a supplement to push his power to its peak, following the path of Yin extreme.

The power of this attack was astonishing.

He is even stronger than Cheng Yuanhua was before his breakthrough.

No wonder he was more famous than his junior brother Cheng Yuanhua among the Six Grandmasters, and was even called the "Imperial Tutor".

When Li Xin received the palm strike, apart from his blood not being frozen, he felt discomfort in his muscles, bones, and meridians, and his body was ice cold.

Even my thinking and nerve responses have started to slow down.

However, he knew that Yin Changshou was actually not much better than himself.

“My master’s palm strikes are powerful; I am no match for him. Then let me take a few of your blows and see what happens.”

There's no need to compete with someone who has cultivated internal energy for fifty or sixty years.

This is using one's own weakness to attack the enemy's strength.

My greatest strengths are my martial arts skills, my physical constitution, and my agility.

Li Xin chuckled softly, his figure already transforming into wisps of smoke.

It circled around Yin Changshou.

The blade flashed like water, slashing, cutting, sweeping, flicking, chopping, and hanging. Li Xin's set of Bagua Xunfeng Blade techniques had completely merged into the wind.

The blade flashed silently at first, then only a faint light was seen.

Immediately afterwards, it was like a raging wind, howling and sweeping across.

The more Yin Changshou attacked, the more his anger flared up. His pair of bluish-gray hands, like ghostly claws, flew around in front of and behind him.

As the blade flashed past, it was pulled and dragged by his palm, its force absorbed by his body, producing a muffled thud.

The two exchanged ten blows.

Li Xin drew his sword and leaped out of the garden, his figure swirling in a faint red light...

In just a few steps, they appeared more than a hundred meters away.

"Once my senior master leaves the garden, I will come back to learn from him properly."

They did not chase after Yin Changshou.

Li Xin paused, spitting out a mouthful of semi-congealed blood that shattered into ice crystals upon landing...

With a light touch of her toes, she was truly gone this time.

It must be admitted that a grandmaster is a grandmaster...

Especially for veteran masters who have made another breakthrough, there are indeed no weaknesses.

Even with the sharpness of his own [New Pavilion Marquis] longsword, he didn't gain any advantage.

Because Baguazhang has a unique skill of disarming an opponent with bare hands.

A palm shaped like a cow's tongue can break through the sharpest blade in the world.

Yin Changshou had mastered the "Ox Tongue Palm" technique to a high level, able to completely dispel any sharpness or aggression.

No matter the attack method, as long as it cannot break through the powerful energy net surrounding him, it cannot harm his fundamental nature.

"In the end, my cultivation level was still a notch below his. Even though I was much faster, I couldn't suppress him, let alone kill him on the spot."

Let's see that there are still three minutes and fifty seconds left for the [Divine Strike] burst time.

Li Xin finally broke the stalemate and withdrew.

The Golden Bell Monk has been killed, so this battle can be considered a great victory.

Presumably, this Uncle Yin wouldn't dare to chase after him out of the garden.

He glanced back once more, cleared his mind of any ulterior motives, and headed towards Li Garden.

"What an impressive young man."

Yin Changshou stood there, watching Li Xin's figure disappear into the distance through the side door, and with a loud "whoosh," he spat out a mouthful of hot blood.

Blood fell to the ground and turned to ash, while wisps of blue smoke rose.

He coughed several times, his face turning from red to green, and then from green to white.

His eyes turned cold.

"No wonder none of my disciples could do anything to him."

Such skill and adaptability are truly terrifying and awe-inspiring...

Although I cannot use dragon energy to harm the enemy under the suppression of the great formation, I can still get a lot of boosts because of my official position.

Unexpectedly, even under these circumstances, they couldn't gain the upper hand...

Recalling Li Xin's swift and agile movements, a chill crept into his heart.

He was most skilled in movement and footwork, and could fight with speed. He had never met an opponent in the capital, and even his junior brother was slightly inferior to him.

Unexpectedly, in his area of ​​greatest strength, he was completely surpassed by a junior.

If it weren't for the internal strength I've cultivated over many years, I would probably have made a fool of myself today.

Most incredibly, the other party had no official position or status, yet still managed to perform so well under the suppression of the dragon energy array.

It's easy to imagine how difficult it would be to deal with them if they were to meet outside.

"This boy is too powerful to control. Fine, let him reign supreme for a while."

Despite wanting to give chase, Yin Changshou thought long and hard but ultimately didn't take a step.

Having just broken through to the inner strength level, he still needs to nurture and consolidate his power before his combat strength can advance to the next level.

The revenge for killing my disciple will come later, slowly but surely.

Turning my head, I saw seven or eight figures rushing towards me, cutting through the wind.

Yin Changshou sighed and didn't bother to say anything more.

He glanced at the headless corpse of the Golden Bell Monk, then turned and left.

……

Li Xin had only gone halfway.

Then Zhuang Hongxiu and Cheng Feiyan rushed over.

"You mean, a letter came from home saying that the Southern Camp troops were mobilized and captured my elder brother and Xiaowan?"

Li Xin didn't get angry; instead, he laughed.

The former brigade commander of the Southern Camp died not long ago.

Is this newly appointed official really that stubborn?

Who gave him the courage?

"Yes, Doctor Yang from Huichuntang came to deliver the news. I heard that he was surrounded as soon as he left the clinic."

"Young master, the officials seem to have ill intentions this time. Should we gather everyone and leave the city first?"

Zhuang Hongxiu looked uneasy.

In the past, even when the government mobilized, it was only to test the waters or to directly target Li Xinben.

They never targeted ordinary people like Li Yuan.

Especially Li Xiaowan, apart from studying medical books and preparing medicinal herbs, was just a pitiful little girl who seemed harmless.

As for Li Cheng, he didn't engage in any fighting or killing.

Normally, I only go out to run errands and buy medicine and food.

He's a law-abiding and obedient person.

But as it turns out, being law-abiding is actually the most useless thing.

People target you regardless of who you are.

It could pose a threat to Li Xin.

They would dare to take action.

"No need to leave the city, I want to see who has such audacity?"

I just hope they won't regret it.

Li Xin's voice was calm, as if he were talking about what dishes to have for dinner.

However, both Cheng Feiyan and Zhuang Hongxiu could hear the murderous aura emanating from it.

……

I just got back to Li Garden.

Then, Xiaoyue, with her short legs, wiped away her tears that she couldn't stop, pouted, and hugged Li Xin's leg.

"Second brother, eldest brother, and Sister Xiaowan... Waaah..."

"Don't worry, they're just threatening you, otherwise they wouldn't have taken you away. Your life isn't in immediate danger."

But no matter what, this matter is not over.

"Hongxiu, take Xiaoyue and make the arrangements. I'm going to host a banquet at noon, a grand feast in the manor, to honor the imperial court..."

"Yes."

Li Xin carried a sword on his shoulder, a bright silver dragon-patterned spear, two revolvers at his waist, and a bag containing more than seventy bullets.

A triangular awl was even tucked into the trouser leg.

"Three minutes and fifty-one seconds, if we use it sparingly, it should be enough."

The thought sank into my mind.

Looking at the remaining burst time of [Divine Strike], he pondered for a moment, then turned and left Li Garden.

"Li Xin has arrived."

puff puff...

I just arrived at the South Gate Police Station.

Two patrolmen ahead shouted a warning.

They only managed to shout twice before blood suddenly gushed from their throats.

It clucked and collapsed to the ground, convulsing.

The pedestrians on the street were all stunned and ran around shouting for help.

"Li Xin has arrived at the Southern Camp without saying a word, and this time he is not wearing a mask."

"What is he planning to do? Rebel?"

"It's over. This time, even if he hides to the ends of the earth, he won't be able to establish himself in the capital. How could he be so unwise?"

Cheng Yuanhua stood on a rooftop, sighed deeply, his eyes cold, but said nothing more.

Standing next to him was Wang Zhengyi, the Great Swordsman.

"Master Cheng, are you really not going to stop him? If we let him do as he pleases on this trip, the consequences could be unpredictable?"