Clash of Palms

"Master, be careful!"

Linghu Chong's eyes widened, and he screamed in terror.

In an instant, Yue Buqun channeled all his inner strength, his longsword sweeping across the room with unparalleled ferocity—his signature move, the Three Green Peaks of Mount Taiyue!

"Ah!"

Caught off guard, Elder Wang Cheng of the Demonic Cult had his right hand severed by Yue Buqun's sword.

Qin Weibang dared not approach.

Yue Buqun used his left hand to strike behind him.

When the two palms meet, one palm turns slightly purple and the other turns slightly blue.

Three muffled thuds were heard in succession.

In the blink of an eye, the two had exchanged three blows.

The figure that suddenly appeared was shaken and forced to retreat five steps before stopping.

His right palm trembled slightly, and he felt his internal energy stagnate in his chest, so he quickly regulated his breathing.

Although he was trying to regulate his breathing, he couldn't hide the shock in his eyes.

How could Yue Buqun's internal energy be so powerful!

In contrast, Yue Buqun had no time to recover. Thirteen black figures attacked simultaneously, their swords flashing and enveloping him.

Facing the sudden appearance of Zuo Lengchan, Yue Buqun exchanged three blows with him using his Cold Ice True Qi. Although he managed to repel Zuo Lengchan, Yue Buqun was by no means at ease.

But Yue Buqun showed no sign of being embarrassed; on the contrary, he seemed to be in high spirits and his mind was clear.

The usually gentle and refined man suddenly became radiant and burst into unrestrained laughter.

"Hahahahahaha!"

"Come at me all at once! What do I have to fear!"

He continued to mobilize his internal energy, causing his robes to billow.

Faced with the sudden attack of thirteen weapons, he met sword with sword and attack with attack, neither dodging nor avoiding.

He broke two of the thirteen longswords, and stabbed four of the thirteen men.

There was no time to distinguish who had minor injuries and who had serious injuries!

Yue Buqun was also struck by three swords in his right leg, left arm, and back.

But Yue Buqun felt no pain at all. Facing the thirteen attackers, he still tried to fight back with the unrestrained Mount Hua Swordplay.

Despite his magnanimous nature, he still struggled against the sudden attack of thirteen experts.

Zuo Lengchan stared intently at the battle before him; in this split second, victory was their only chance.

In just a moment! In just a moment! Yue Buqun can be killed.

Beneath a dozen sword lights, a dazzling sword flower suddenly bloomed.

A figure had already blocked Yue Buqun's path.

Ji Boying pressed down on Yue Buqun's shoulder with his left hand, forcing Yue Buqun to squat down.

He held his sword in his right hand and unleashed a move from the Mount Hua Sect called "Boundless Falling Leaves".

It's just like the Boundless Falling Leaves!

The sword flowers were dazzling, and the sword light was like a waterfall!

Even with Zuo Lengchan's keen eyesight, he couldn't tell how many swords Ji Boying had thrust out in that instant.

All you could hear was a continuous series of tinkling sounds.

Thirteen figures that attacked the center were sent flying backward.

Five of the eleven intact weapons broke apart in an instant.

Zhang Jingchao and Sima De were also struck in the elbow by Ji Boying, their meridians severed and their right arms crippled.

"Senior Uncle Zuo, you've finally appeared! Your Songshan Sect has been defeated!"

Ji Boying sheathed his sword and stood there, glancing calmly at Zuo Lengchan. The members of the Demonic Cult had already joined Zuo Lengchan.

On the battlefield, even the ordinary martial arts practitioners who were fighting in the chaos stopped.

The Zuo Lengchan had invited were mostly dead, and his encirclement had been broken up, with more than half of his outer disciples killed or wounded.

Liu Zhengfeng and the others also surrounded Ji Boying again, all crowding behind him.

Yue Buqun also started fighting under Ji Boying.

A bright smile bloomed on his face, but the sword wound on his right leg seemed to have gone quite deep, and the pain caused his smile to falter, though it did not diminish his joy.

Normally, even if he had his hands and feet chopped off, the pain wouldn't necessarily break his composure or cause him to furrow his brow.

Now all the pent-up frustration in my heart has dissipated.

Yue Buqun stopped pretending and revealed his true nature!

Seeing Yue Buqun's radiant smile, Zuo Lengchan felt a sharp pain in his heart.

"Junior Brother Yue, after such a long and chaotic battle, your internal energy shouldn't be this abundant!"

Zuo Lengchan and the others watched Ji Boying slaughter people and were terrified by his progress over the past few months, so they dared not directly provoke him.

Yue Buqun's skills had improved, making him a formidable opponent. In addition to weakening Ji Boying and his group, Yue Buqun also killed Ji Boying's master, causing Ji Boying, a novice in the martial arts world, to become unsettled, in the hope of finding his weakness.

Unexpectedly, Yue Buqun managed to withstand two consecutive fatal attacks.

Especially... especially since he actually managed to defeat Zuo Lengchan head-on!

Zuo Lengchan knew that his skills were always stronger than Yue Buqun's!

Even though Yue Buqun's skill had improved, he was still quite clear about the characteristics of the Mount Hua Sect's Purple Mist Divine Skill. It was clearly very energy-consuming. Even though Yue Buqun used it sparingly, only using it at crucial moments, he hadn't used it many times in all this time.

He attacked suddenly, using his profound internal strength combined with his trump card Cold Ice True Qi, and the foundation of his Songshan Sect palm technique. He managed to hold out against Yue Buqun for only two palm strikes before being repelled on the third.

The Mount Hua Sect doesn't have any profound palm techniques, so how could Yue Buqun's skill be so formidable?

"Senior Brother Zuo, I have only gained a slight understanding of the Purple Mist Divine Skill, which is not worth mentioning."

Yue Buqun smiled but refused to tell the truth.

The Purple Mist Divine Skill used to consume internal energy, but since practicing his little disciple's Azure Capital Purple Star Divine Skill, all the abundant true energy in his body has been transformed into Purple Mist True Qi. What used to be his secret weapon has now become ordinary internal energy that he can easily use.

In an emergency, it can be pushed again, increasing its power several levels. With both great power and endurance, it is truly a divine skill.

Although taking on this disciple made Yue Buqun feel much happier and gave him hope for the future, Ji Boying also gave him surprises time and time again, making Yue Buqun ecstatic.

But the moment when Yue Buqun felt most exhilarated was when those three palms clashed.

These three blows were a real sign that Yue Buqun had released all the pent-up frustration he had accumulated over half his life, leaving his heart free of gloom.

Zuo Lengchan merely snorted coldly.

How could he not see that Yue Buqun was not telling the truth?

Faced with the smug Yue Buqun, how could he possibly admit defeat so easily?

"My plan failed, not because I was defeated by you!"

Faced with Zuo Lengchan's defiance, what could Yue Buqun say but laugh?

"Ah, yes, yes, yes!"

If you're so capable, why don't you take on an apprentice like that yourself!

Faced with Yue Buqun's undisguised joy, Zuo Lengchan felt a knot in his heart, and was so angry that he almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

Decades of hard work, all gone in an instant.

Not only has the plan failed, but the Songshan Sect's ancestral legacy is also about to be lost.

A complete loss, a truly complete loss!

Zuo Lengchan gritted his teeth and glared hatefully at Ji Boying.

"I still have some disciples under my command, and I still have five hundred reinforcements that haven't arrived yet! You're the one who did all this!"