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Chapter 346 - 35 Feng Li: For over eighty years, I have only learned one Fist Technique

Chapter 346: Chapter 35 Feng Li: For over eighty years, I have only learned one Fist Technique

At that moment, Qing Tian saw that both participants were ready.

"Begin."

Ding Lingling exerted force from her foot.

Boom!

Rolling Qi-Blood rose like a wave of crimson light, filling the area for a kilometer around.

Nearly instantaneously, she was already in front of the young Taoist.

She thrust out her palm, mixed with crimson True Qi and Qi-Blood, pressing it directly forward.

At this moment, all those who witnessed this strike became serious, some couldn’t help but mutter to themselves:

"Qi-Blood as radiant as the dawn!!"

After accomplishing the Blood Exchange Technique, Qi-Blood became like wolves, tigers, dragons, and like a furnace blazing.

But ever since the Divine Emperor disseminated the path of the Martial Saint.

Every twenty years, one or two generational talents emerge, with great opportunities and resolve, entering a new extreme realm—Qi-Blood as radiant as the dawn.

Dang!

A long, resounding bell caused everyone to direct their gaze back to the arena.

That explosive palm was blocked by a thin layer of azure membrane.

Ding Lingling’s expression remained unchanged, her palm clenched into a fist, and in a split second, she unleashed hundreds, thousands of punches.

The azure membrane directly shattered.

At the same time, the Taoist’s body also emitted rolling Qi-Blood, which rose into the sky like a colossal furnace, intent on burning everything to ashes.

Simultaneously, various secret techniques blossomed on his body.

Each one rare in this world, yet at this moment, he had mastered them all.

Kill!

The young Taoist faced the attack head-on, not yielding an inch.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The two figures exchanged blows at extraordinary speed in mid-air.

With each contact, a tremendous roaring sound ensued.

Waves of fierce wind generated like tides, whipping up dust, then grinding it into powder.

The fight grew increasingly fierce, with blood splattering between the two.

But still, neither backed down by a fraction.

Crack! Crack!

An arm, the color of wheat, enduring various secret technique bombings, directly shattered the Taoist’s defenses.

And with another palm thrust, it penetrated his chest.

Bones and flesh flew apart.

A figure fell from the sky, stumbling backward, his face ashen as he looked at the red-haired girl.

Ding Lingling flicked the blood from her fingertips, her demeanor nonchalant.

"Pretty boy, I won."

The young Taoist was silent; that last strike would have been enough to extinguish his vitality—she had indeed held back.

"Qingyang, you’ve lost; come down," Su Yao said calmly, her thoughts inscrutable.

As Qingyang and Ding Lingling stepped down from the arena.

Su Yao pointed behind her at a powerful figure with high Meridian Levels:

"Next round, it’s your turn."

"Yes, Empress."

Qing Tian also sent out a talented contender with high Meridian Levels.

This time the combat was even more grand and tragic, the two fought to madness, blood spattering the stage.

In the end, the Divine Dynasty emerged victorious.

With one victory each, it was time for the final contest.

Qing Tian’s expression turned serious, her hand resting on her waist, fidgeting with a Jade Pendant.

After a moment of thought, she turned her gaze to a middle-aged man standing at the forefront of the Divine Generals.

The man was dressed in a black robe, his chest partly bared displaying a pitch-black palm print.

"Du Shi, would you like to try?"

Boom!

The Divine Generals’ expressions surged with excitement, each face marked with a confident smile.

This was the man who had withstood a palm strike from the Divine Emperor and lived.

The court officials from the opposing Divine Dynasty were initially astonished, but as the explanations from Divine Soldiers Valley and the old zombie reached them, they too became aware of Du Shi’s story.

Their expressions turned extremely grave—a palm strike from the Human Emperor!

In the Guangxi Realm, among countless living beings, numerous heroes, and powers with million-year legacies, no one could withstand a single palm strike from their emperor.

For a time, the atmosphere turned exceptionally tense.

"Alright, let me..."

"Sister Qing Tian, I’ll do it," interjected a light laugh.

The silhouette of a woman, clad in a silver-colored dress, stepped out from the crowd.

With stunning features, her silver hair casually tied at the back, she walked forward, her dress billowing as if she were an Immortal descending to the mortal world.

One step taken, and she was already standing on the stage, looking into the distance.

"Let’s have a battle, sister Su Yao," she said.

"Sister Feng Li, with such enthusiasm, I am happy to oblige," Su Yao replied with a light smile on her face, as she elegantly stepped onto the arena.

The two women faced each other.

Liang Hui frowned slightly as he observed the scene before him, ultimately choosing not to interfere.

Su Yao, facing the beauty before her, extended her hand, gently touching the Cang Tower at her waist.

"Cluck! Cluck!"

"Sister Feng Li, always dedicated to your cultivation, be wary not to be used as a pawn," she warned.

"You needn’t worry about these matters," Feng Li responded.

Feng Li looked at the Green Banner, Crimson Jade Sword, and five-layered Cang Tower hanging from the girl’s waist, and despite her personality, the corner of her mouth couldn’t help but twitch.

Her beautiful eyes glanced inexplicably at Liang Hui, who was standing in the distance, watching.

"If you’re going to fight with these heavy weapons, I can admit defeat right now."

"How could that be? Since we are up here on this platform, let’s have a serious match."

Su Yao’s smile faded, replaced by seriousness.

"Good!"

A low shout.

The sun hid, stars appeared, and the world went from day to night.

A round of bright moon slowly rose from the ground, as the vast Azure Sea washed over the world, submerging the platform.

A slender figure stood beneath the moon, looking down upon the vast Azure Sea.

’Bright Moon Nine-Turn!’ Su Yao murmured to herself; she had of course witnessed this fist technique before.

Liang Hui once used this fist to suppress a lineage of the Star Moon Tower and even relied on it to annihilate the Howling Moon Wolf Clan, contending with numerous Demon Kings.

"My talents are limited. Your Majesty’s fist, I’ve only learned one move, and I can only do that one move."

"For more than eighty years, I have practiced this fist, and have gained a little insight, please witness it!"

Feng Li’s hand reached out, and she whispered:

"Nine-Turn!"

Boom!

The moonlight shone brightly, illuminating thousands of miles of land.

Numerous beams of moonlight, mixed with starlight, cascaded from the Vault of Heaven.

In an instant, the platform turned to ash, mountains and seas collapsed, and everything was being erased as far as the eye could see.

Clad in a black dress, she looked like a duckweed in the sea, about to capsize at any moment.

Facing such a strike, Su Yao still appeared composed, raising her hand.

A golden longspear appeared in her palm, radiating with eternal, immortal brilliance, and its tip was still stained with specks of blood.

The moment the War Spear materialized, the surrounding moonlight began to melt away and disperse.

Su Yao put force into her feet, pulling her arm back.

Suddenly, she thrust forward!

A hundred-meter-wide path carved through the moonlight appeared, as the extremely sharp golden light pierced towards the bright moon.

"Immortal War Spear!"

"No, not that..." Qing Tian’s pupils shrank, but quickly she noticed something was off.

"Sigh, the path of falsehood and reality is indeed formidable."

And the slender figure standing beneath the moon also snapped out of initial shock, coming back to her senses.

Watching the War Spear almost instantaneously reaching her, her fingers and palms changed positions a hundredth of a second, shifting dozens of times.

Her red lips parted slightly:

"Twenty-one Turns!"

Boom~ Boom~

In an instant, the moon spun twenty-one times.

The moonlight became dazzlingly brilliant, with countless silver serpents forming in its glow, frantically rushing towards the golden War Spear.

They constantly hindered the War Spear from advancing, grinding away its peerless sharpness.

At that moment, the golden War Spear seemed like an insect trapped in a spider’s web, continuously being dissolved, dispersed until it vanished into nothingness.

Feng Li’s hands changed positions once more.

"Thirty-one Turns!"

"Forty-two Turns!"

"Fifty-three Turns!"

The moonlight grew more terrifying and brilliant, and Su Yao kept manifesting various heavy weapons.

Human Emperor Banner, Cang Tower, Crimson Cloud Dao Sword...

The more intense their battle became, the broader the area that suffered from their influence turned to ruins.

Huff, huff~

Feng Li, with one hand supporting the moon, breathed heavily, her eyes heavy as she looked down at the somewhat disheveled girl on the ground.

Word by word she spoke:

"Moon rising over the sea, sixty-four turns!"

This was her limit!

Even with the resources of the Divine Court World, the Scriptures, and the guidance of Liang Hui, she had reached this point in this fist technique.

In an instant, all the strength from her body was drained, her figure almost falling from the sky.

Above the Vault of Heaven, that round moon, plummeted!

An endless oppression caused the ground to collapse, space itself kept shattering, spreading towards the outer edges.

Various beings within protective barriers gazed in horror at the falling moon.

Even those at the Martial Saint Meridian Levels wore grave expressions, as this strike was now affecting them as well.

Su Yao’s hair flew wildly, her robe fluttering in a frenzy, her arms spread wide to face the descending moon directly.

Like an ant looking up at the sky.

"Feng Li, not bad!"

"But if this is all you’ve got, then accept your defeat!"

As her words fell, a vague figure gradually emerged in front of the girl.

Liang Hui, who was watching the battle, furrowed his brows slightly, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

The figure in front of Su Yao became increasingly clear until it completely appeared.

It was a handsome young man in a blue robe, with a longsword at his waist.

Although ethereal, blurred, and partially missing, he was indeed:

"Liang Hui!"

"Your Majesty!"

"Divine Emperor!"

A series of exclamations arose from the crowd, everyone looking incredulously at the apparition.