A devastating palm strike materialized, emotionlessly aimed at Xuanyuan Xiaozhan in the center. Meanwhile, Nanfeng Yun swept out a leg, instantly conjuring thousands of leg shadows in the void—some tangible, some illusory, impossible to discern the true from the false.

This was the ultimate technique of the Nanfeng family: Phantom God Leg. As for Liang Xiaoke, he launched a punch, one that was even faster and fiercer than his previous strike.

The moment his fist moved, cracking sounds echoed through the void, as if space itself was being shattered. The three masters, from three different directions, unleashed their ultimate secret arts.

Even a Martial Saint, or a Peak Martial Saint, facing such an onslaught would only have the option of a hasty retreat. Yet, Xuanyuan Xiaozhan neither fled nor even shifted his body.

Three sword-lights appeared from the void, slicing towards the trio with incomparable brilliance. "Boom, boom, boom..." Three crisp collisions followed; the palm wind, the fist energy, and the leg shadows were all pulverized by the three swords.

Then, a single, far grander sword-light erupted from Xuanyuan Xiaozhan himself. It was a beam of sword-light easily a hundred zhang long, radiating infinite might.

The white energy, carrying an unparalleled pressure, lunged toward Liang Xiaoke, who was still pressing his attack. Seemingly sensing the formidable power contained within the light, Liang Xiaoke, mid-charge, suddenly retreated.

Luo Xiaofeng, Nanfeng Yun, and the others also hesitated, wary of such a potent sword-light, beginning to consider their counterattack when the sword suddenly exploded. In that instant, thousands of sword-filaments shot out, overwhelming the sky, a flurry of blades everywhere and nowhere at once.

This dense web of light instantly wove itself into a massive sword-net in the air, completely enveloping Liang Xiaoke, Luo Xiaofeng, and Nanfeng Yun. Faced with this extreme concentration of power, solemnity settled upon every countenance.

Luo Xiaofeng swung his hands rapidly, unleashing torrents of palm winds to ward off the fierce sword qi. Nanfeng Yun moved his legs continuously, sweeping out layer after layer of leg shadows to collide with and neutralize the incoming sword-lights.

Liang Xiaoke, however, utterly disregarded the intense sword-light, charging forward desperately, as if only by killing Xuanyuan Xiaozhan would he cease his motion. Wounds were etched along his body by the sword qi, yet he made no move to recover using Corpse Qi, instead focusing all his strength into his right fist.

His fist surface began to emit streaks of black light—the radiance emitted when a blow surpasses its natural limits. "War Demon Soul Extinguishing Fist..." Liang Xiaoke whispered.

His body arrived before Xuanyuan Xiaozhan, and as his utterance finished, a black beam shot from his fist, instantly materializing a phantom image of a Demon King in the void, which lunged at Xuanyuan Xiaozhan. Facing this overwhelmingly powerful strike, Xuanyuan Xiaozhan, who had remained still until now, showed gravity in his eyes for the first time.

He clenched his own right fist and threw a punch in return. An invisible wave of force instantly formed, tearing the phantom Demon King conjured by Liang Xiaoke to shreds without encountering any resistance.

Xuanyuan Xiaozhan paused momentarily, but in that instant, a fist suddenly appeared near his heart. In virtually one-thousandth of a second, that punch landed heavily upon him.

With a sharp crack, Xuanyuan Xiaozhan was sent flying, traveling hundreds of zhang before stopping. At the corner of his mouth, a trace of blood trickled out.

Yes, it was a trace of blood, faintly tinged with gold. Lightly wiping the blood from his lips, Xuanyuan Xiaozhan looked up somewhat dazed, gazing at Liang Xiaoke, then at the fist that had struck his chest.

What immense power, what staggering might! Not only was the strength tremendous, but it carried an aura of death.

Was this a Jiangshi? Was this the zombie entity spoken of in ancient legends?

Truly a marvelous creature, possessing not only near-immortality but also such devastating force. Amusing, highly amusing.

It had been a long time since his realm had been challenged. Now, someone had managed to injure him—this was an excellent omen.

Instead of anger, being knocked back by Liang Xiaoke’s punch brought a faint smile to Xuanyuan Xiaozhan’s face—a smile of excitement, a smile of pure joy, completely genuine. Yes, it was the joy of finding a worthy opponent, the elation of an impending breakthrough.

"Invincible War God..." Xuanyuan Xiaozhan breathed, and his body took a slight step forward. His right fist shot out.

A seemingly simple punch, almost languid, struck the empty air, appearing to simply dissipate. But the moment he threw that punch, Liang Xiaoke felt an overwhelming force crash into his sternum.

He had no time to react; his Ying bone was pulverized by the colossal impact, and his entire body was thrown back thousands of zhang, finally slamming heavily against a cliff face. The immense kinetic energy shattered that entire cliff.

Innumerable rocks cascaded down, the potential collateral damage to the creatures below unknown. Not only that, but Luo Xiaofeng, Nanfeng Yun, and even Xiao Taotao and Hailang Bing felt a massive surge of fist energy directed toward them.

Luo Xiaofeng and Nanfeng Yun, already braced, shielded their chests with their hands, circulating their inner True Essence wildly to resist the rampaging force. Even so, both were violently hurled backward, their arms left numb, despite not being the primary target of Xuanyuan Xiaozhan's attack.

As for Xiao Taotao, her body moved with agile grace, dodging the wave of force entirely. Only Hailang Bing remained motionless, but a blue curtain of water materialized before him.

When the punch struck this watery shield, ripples spread outward, growing larger and larger until the water screen could hold no more and shattered completely. Pfft...

A mouthful of blood sprayed from Hailang Bing’s lips. Even with his precautions, this single blow had breached his defense.

In just one move, four individuals were injured—and Hailang Bing hadn't even entered the fray yet. Such fighting prowess struck terror into the hearts of the onlookers.

Had he truly managed to break through that final barrier?

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