uction, or already celebrating their newfound freedom.Only the people originally from Yongguo in Lingbei Prefecture were being relocated to large numbers to Zhuangdi. Those who remained also had to st...He came to Dongjie Street to look for Chong Xuan Sheng, “Meng Hua’s” quietness made him strange.
Zhong Xuan Sheng was here to "make a scene," the more commotion, the better. Why would he be so quiet
But until he entered the door, he had not thought that Chong Xuan Sheng might have an accident. Because this seemed completely impossible!
Zhong Xuan Sheng is the legitimate son of the renowned Zhong Xuan family, a top aristocratic clan in Qi State.
But this is Linzi!
He even thought Chong Xuan had already left, but since he was already here, he might as well take a look at the famous "Dream Flower." He could also pick out some nice clothes for Jiang An'an. Although they couldn't meet for now, he could prepare gifts in advance...he had already prepared quite a few kinds of gifts.
But the moment he stepped into the courtyard of "Dream Flower," he discovered that the environment here was unusual, and Chong Xuan's life was in imminent danger.
Without even thinking, he directly interfered with a five-Qi Binding Tiger technique. Immediately following that, the veteran unleashed his full power with the Late Twilight Thrust, forcing Wang Yiwu to retreat.
Jiang Wang was not someone who made promises lightly.
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He will do his best to fulfill what he has promised.
He said he would try to kill Wang Yiwu.
Then it's not just about "giving it a try," but going all out, betting everything!
“You Kill me”
Wang Yiwu retreated to the other side of the room and frowned. "Just a mere Tenglong Realm"
He wasn't intentionally being pretentious, he genuinely suspected he had misheard.
He had never imagined that there would be a cultivator at the Tenglong Realm who could be his opponent.
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He was unmatched among his peers, not limited to a particular place, nation, or even time. His talent transcended all eras and encompassed the greatest geniuses throughout history.
Throughout history, the Heavenly Soaring Realm has always been the best.
His future is what everyone expects.
He also believed he was undoubtedly the number one Tenglong in the world.
He had such confidence, and the confidence was based on absolute strength.
The Heavenly Gate separates the realms of heaven and humanity, and the Heavenly Realm is the ultimate limit that mortals can explore, which is why there are milestones along the way.
After pushing open the gates of heaven and earth, there is a brand new world.
This world is vast beyond measure, far exceeding any finite definition. In the Tenglong Realm, every cultivator seeks "perfection," naturally opening the gates to their inner sanctum. On the foundation of "perfection," one can certainly pursue even greater heights, but the significance is not as profound.
Although Tenglong Realm has no such thing as a historical limit, he, Wang Yiwu, claims himself to be the strongest in this realm. Who dares to question him Who can question him
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His fists were capable of defeating all nine divisions of Qi and all his peers in the army, never suffering a single defeat.
In the entire city of Linzi, whether it was a prominent family's heir or a renowned master's disciple, even princes and grandsons, within the same realm, who dared to compete with him
He is not first, who is first
Now, a young man of the same level as him, the Tenglong realm, dares to say he wants to kill him
This is absurd!
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The entire "Dream Flower" has three large houses, all of which have been cleared in the previous battles.
The shopkeeper of "Dream Flower" shrank into a corner, hoping to become the background of the room and be ignored by everyone.
...and the ground was littered with corpses.
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The subordinates of Chong Xuan Sheng, the "Meng Hua" shopkeepers...
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Fourteen clung to the wall, observing his posture. It was as if he had crashed against the wall and then slid down helplessly.
The pieces of Nezha's armor still hanging on her body indicate her identity.
Everywhere are traces of fist strikes, every detail attests to Wang Yi's might.
And Jiang Wang walked towards the other party with a long, lovesick sword in hand and amidst the debris on the ground, her steps firm.
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Crown of Thorns, Five Qi Bind the Tiger!
The formula is flying, jealousy burns!
Jiang Wang's hands moved faster, and his feet moved faster.
Every step is grounded firmly, leveraging the earth's recoil force and incorporating it into the next step.
The rapid, crisscrossing footwork is like a drumbeat.
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The war has begun!
The drums of war have sounded!
For someone like Wang Yiwu, a powerhouse with extreme control over his own body, the effect of Wuxiqiehu was negligible. This was their second confrontation in battle, and even with the enhancement from the Thorn Crown, he merely clenched his fist, his inner Five Qi remaining unshaken.
While the art of Taoism burned fiercely, Wang Yiwu turned his body against it, allowing it to burn!
“Jealousy is indeed a very powerful technique, but throughout the world, only people envy me, who would I envy”
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Jealousy starts from emotions; without a corresponding emotional foundation, it cannot stand.
Of course Wang Yiwu couldn't avoid a direct confrontation with Jiang Wang. He strode forward, raised his fists, and once again unleashed the selfless killing fist.
“I have always been the best in every stage, I am the number one soaring dragon in the world!”
He said this, of course, not to help Jiang Wang explain why his jealousy failed and why his efforts were in vain.
He was emphasizing his own confidence and downplaying that of his opponent.
Let the flames of jealousy consume you!
He fought with the Wuming Killing Fist because it was powerful enough and direct enough. It didn't mean he didn't understand various other martial arts.
Jiang Wang's use of the Daoist technique, jealous fire, backfired for the first time, burning himself.
However, Jiang Wang's heart remained steadfast. He had always only faced the gap and strived to close it. He demanded everything from himself, never blaming heaven or others, nor harboring envy!
The jealousy subsided silently, having no effect on either side.
While Jiang Wang and Wang Yiwu had already bumped into each other.
Longing looks across the board, repeatedly stroked and slashed diagonally. Wang Yiwu threw punches left and right, vying step by step.
Sword pierces the Tao, fist entangles military evil.
Both sides fought fiercely over every inch of the battlefield, their lives hanging in the balance with the most basic moves.
The simplest and most direct, the most decisive and intense.
For a moment, sword shadows and fist shadows filled the air.
Jiang Wang no longer spoke, each move, each sword stroke was a language.
Every sword stroke embodies his principles, his promise.
I'm going to kill you.
I'm going to kill you.
I will kill you!
This is a test.
This intense resolve was naturally felt clearly by Wang Yiwu.
The more he raged, the prouder he was, and he couldn't stand to have anyone rival him, even for a short moment, in this situation!
Leave your life here!
He retracted his fist, and all the soldiers' shadows and flames were gathered within it.
There was only one clean, simple, and powerful fist.
Just go straight for it!
Strike with no self, and land with invincibility.
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I am because I am the fist, invincible because when the fist comes out, the enemy dies!
But only the sound of a clear and high-pitched sigh, "Longing for You," echoed across her eyes. Like fleeting clouds and winds, it swept by in a flash.
The Sword of a Fallen Scholar.
Between heaven and earth, it seemed like only this one horizontal line, only this one fist shadow.
A collision occurred.
Wang Yiwu took a step back, while Jiang Wang flew directly backward!
This blow was a disadvantage for Jiang Wang, but the gap wasn't as huge as it seemed.
Of course Wang Yiwu understood this, so he kicked his back foot and shot forward like a javelin.
Jiang Wang was still in the air, still falling backward. His swordsmanship was indeed admirable, but Wang Yi's fist techniques were even more peerless at this stage.
In their brief previous encounter, he judged that he could not directly kill his opponent with swordsmanship, so he took the opportunity to create distance.
One step forward, one step back, it seems that both sides are showing signs of confidence waning.
But Wang Yiwu was still proud, and Jiang Wang did not feel any less confident.
The essence of battle is very simple, victory or defeat, life or death.
With immense courage, unwavering determination, and unparalleled bravery, lead towards the final outcome.
When Wang Yiwu lunged forward with his fists clenched.
The Dao Jue has already been completed.
The sound of the bells, flutes, drums, pipa, qin, zither, shu and sheng...
Eight wondrous sounds harmonize, blending into a magnificent symphony.
A flock of chattering finches poured out from the trees.
Unlike before, nearly half the number of flamingos were holding a flower in their mouths.
Flowers of flame!
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