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

Faced with this perilous situation where his soul was besieged, Li Xin remained standing in place, his expression calm.

He turned to look at the solemn-faced young emperor and asked softly:

"Oh? So what do you plan to do?"

The young emperor spoke solemnly, his words ringing out clearly and forcefully.

"I hereby bestow upon you the title of 'National Guardian Martial Saint' and the position of 'Imperial Preceptor'."

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire hall erupted in uproar.

"No! Absolutely not! Your Majesty, this is forbidden!"

"The position of the Imperial Preceptor carries the fate of the nation and is related to the destiny of the Great Xia Dynasty. How can it be given lightly with just a word?"

The slightest mishap could plunge the nation into turmoil. Your Majesty, please reconsider!

"If this matter were to reach Wanfu Wanshou Garden, it would surely bring about a catastrophe, and the court would be on the verge of collapse!"

The ministers bowed and tried to dissuade him, their expressions filled with fear and urgency.

Throughout history, the imperial advisors of all dynasties were people of unparalleled merit who brought blessings to the land.

It requires deliberation by the cabinet, public discussion in the court, and formal investiture according to etiquette.

There has never been a precedent of an emperor bestowing a word privately.

But at this moment, the young emperor was already enraged by years of pent-up resentment and betrayal, and seemed to be grasping at the last straw.

His cheek muscles were tense, his jaw clenched, and he completely ignored the advice of everyone in the hall.

There was no imperial seal, no imperial edict, no cabinet signature, and no court discussion.

Only my current identity.

He stood upright, then knelt down as if he were pushing down a mountain of gold or a jade pillar.

It is like bowing to heaven and earth and ancestors, performing a solemn ceremony.

"I bow again to the Imperial Preceptor!"

Seeing this, Li Xin laughed loudly and raised his hand to help.

"Get up."

In that instant, his mind was shaken violently.

A golden-armored monkey phantom suddenly appeared, clad in armor and wielding a weapon, exuding an aura of soaring ambition.

Standing high in the sky, its aura is magnificent and boundless, soaring straight into the heavens.

That was the Monkey King at his peak, looking down upon the Three Realms, ignoring heavenly rules, and disregarding etiquette.

The first layer of the [Great Sage Equaling Heaven's Divine Intent] has been completely and perfectly digested, and the progress has been reset to zero.

Immediately afterwards, the status bar refreshed, and the second level of Divine Will quietly lit up, steadily stabilizing at 1%.

At the edge of the horizon, a gigantic, towering staff stretched across the heavens and earth, reaching the highest clouds and overlooking the earth below.

Boundless and majestic.

On the staff, two large, gilded characters shone brightly, engraved with divine essence.

Secret Technique: [Thousand Pounds]

The physical body and the soul trembled in unison, and a tremendous force instantly swept through the limbs, bones, and blood.

Agility attribute temporarily surged to 2.5 times.

Physical fitness increased 2.5 times simultaneously.

Power surged throughout my body, and my blood and qi were boiling hot.

Li Xin turned to the side and reached out to grasp the black gold staff that was leaning against the jade pillar in the hall.

This staff is Gong Yutian's signature weapon.

In the brief exchange, Gong Yutian didn't even have a chance to strike with his staff before being overwhelmed by Li Xin's agility.

He was knocked to the ground with a single blow, losing inexplicably.

As one of the six masters of the capital, Gong Yutian's staff technique was fierce and domineering, and his reputation spread far and wide.

His signature black gold staff is made of fine steel, heavy and tough, making it difficult for ordinary martial artists to even lift their hands.

But now that it's in Li Xin's hands, it feels as light as a feather, completely effortless.

Li Xin stroked the staff with his fingertips, his gaze calm.

"What kind of secret technique is Thousand Pounds? Let's try it."

He could clearly sense the terrifying increase in the size of his physical body...

At the same time, looking down into the sea of ​​consciousness, five giant dragons coiled and roared, surrounding the soul layer by layer, with surging waves and heavy killing intent.

The scene looked dangerous, but it was actually dangerous yet orderly.

Deep within his soul core, three divine generals stood firmly guarding him in a triad formation, as solid as a rock.

Despite the five giant dragons charging with boundless spiritual power, they were unable to break through the core defense line or harm his very essence.

The Great Snow Mountain's Soul-Binding Dragon Transformation Secret Technique is indeed bizarre and domineering, but its attack power is still slightly insufficient.

Perhaps it was because they weren't hit by the actual rope.

It's just the influence of mental imprinting, which can be resisted.

Since the opponent has used all their methods, there is no need to leave any room for maneuver, nor will we give them a chance to counterattack and catch their breath.

Li Xin took a deep breath, condensing all the energy in his chest, and his eyes suddenly became sharp as a blade.

"beat!"

With a single word, the stick's momentum begins.

He suddenly flipped the black gold staff in his hand, and with boundless force, he cleaved down from the air, aiming directly at the white bone body below the steps.

As the staff crashed to the ground with a thunderous roar, the mind resonated in unison, and an invisible, immense force suppressed the five giant dragons that were besieging the soul.

【Thousand Pounds】

boom……

A deafening explosion shattered the entire Qianqing Hall.

The beams and pillars trembled, and the bricks and tiles creaked softly.

The air currents inside the hall surged violently, crashing and colliding wildly.

Everyone inside the hall lost their footing.

Gong Yutian, still lying on the ground, the young emperor, his mind in turmoil, and the civil and military officials trembling with fear...

There are also 142 prospective military officers who are still kneeling on the ground.

They were all thrown into the air by this terrifying shockwave, their bodies hovering in a state of weightlessness.

The powerful energy swept across, causing the gold bricks on the ground to crack layer by layer.

A deep and wide trench spread out in front of Li Xin, with cracks crisscrossing and shocking to behold.

The skeletal body in the distance did not directly face the heavy blow from the staff; it was merely swept across its body by the overflowing wind from the staff.

Snap! Bang!

The incredibly hard, unyielding white bones, which were impervious to ordinary martial arts techniques, crumbled inch by inch in an instant.

The entire body exploded into dust on the spot, which was swept away by a strong wind and disappeared without a trace.

Not even a trace of bone or a wisp of malevolent energy remained.

Within the sea of ​​consciousness, five giant dragons, coiled and rampaging, simultaneously let out mournful howls.

The enormous dragon body instantly disintegrated and shattered, turning into countless tiny specks of light that floated throughout the sea of ​​consciousness.

Li Xin gently swallowed all the light points with his original divine soul.

In an instant, his soul became clearer and brighter, his mental strength steadily increased by three points, and his mind became incomparably healthy.

He understood that the soul-nourishing secret technique of this Great Snow Mountain had an extremely strong effect on nourishing the soul.

It's a pity that the incarnation's foundation is too shallow, and the nourishment it can absorb is limited.

At this point, he fully understood what kind of secret technique the second level of the Great Sage Equaling Heaven's divine will, "Thousand Pounds," was.

This name is by no means an exaggeration or embellishment, but rather a genuine expression of real power.

In ancient times, one jun was thirty jin, so one thousand jun was thirty thousand jin, which was equivalent to sixteen liang in ancient times, a force of forty-eight thousand jin.

All that power was concentrated in this one strike.

Overbearing and unparalleled, crushing everything.

After the blow, the surge of immense power vanished abruptly.

A terrifying backlash instantly swept through his entire body.

Li Xin's appearance and posture remained as upright as ever, showing no signs of anything amiss.

The internal meridians of the body have already suffered severe damage...

His body was covered with fine cracks, and his internal organs were trembling and damaged, nearing their limit of pressure resistance.

Within the dantian's energy channels, all the accumulated internal energy was completely drained in one move.

Clean and spotless, without a trace.

If one did not possess the secret technique of "Qi Recovery" to quickly dispel fatigue and restore one's energy;

Furthermore, the [Life Character] further enhances the healing of the physical body and repairs damage to the meridians.

Based on the backlash from this move alone, he would no longer be able to stay in the main hall.

Instead, he turned and left without lingering.

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Chapter 176 The Remnant Dragon Appears

The Hall of Heavenly Purity was in complete disarray. The fierce battle that had just ended had utterly transformed this hall, which symbolized supreme authority.

The hard, gold-brick ground was cracked with countless grooves, and fragments of stone were scattered everywhere.

The once upright rosewood dragon throne had long since shattered, with tiny wood chips floating in mid-air, held aloft by the remaining martial arts energy, unable to touch the ground for a long time.

The load-bearing beams and pillars of the roof are slightly tilted, and a large area of ​​the painted paint on the surface has peeled off.

Wood chips and dust fell down in a flurry...

The air was slightly murky.

All the civil and military officials in the hall stood frozen in place, none daring to utter a sound.

The young emperor stood quietly in front of the imperial desk, his thin dragon robe making him appear exceptionally lonely and aloof.

In a short moment, he personally witnessed the destruction of the spies who had been hiding in the deep palace for many years.

I witnessed firsthand the mind-blowing crushing power of martial arts.

They even vaguely sensed an unusual shift in the fate of the imperial court.

The last vestiges of innocence, timidity, and hesitation in his eyes vanished completely, leaving only a settled, icy coldness.

In the deathly silence, Gong Yutian struggled to his feet, supporting himself against the cold ground.

He had just taken a blow from Li Xin, and the bones in his left shoulder were dislocated and deformed, and most of his official robe was torn.

Dust and blood mingled together, making him look utterly disheveled. His internal organs were churning with excruciating pain, and his qi and blood were in disarray.

Every breath was accompanied by excruciating pain.

But he paid no attention to his injuries, his eyes fixed on the simple, unadorned black gold staff in Li Xin's hand.

His eyes held both intense fervor and lingering loneliness and resentment.

In the martial arts circles of Beijing, Gong Yutian is considered a top figure.