The Greatest Under Heaven

No one expected the gap to be so large.

Although Ji Boying had already made some initial guesses in his mind, he was still very happy when he saw the difference with his own eyes.

He believed that his skill level in the Apricot Forest was slightly superior to Xiao Feng's.

Upon arriving at Tianshan, his skills improved significantly.

At that time, I would probably have been able to easily surpass the Sweeper Monk.

Later, they went to the Western Xia Imperial Palace.

It can be said that he has absorbed the essence of the Xiaoyao School's martial arts.

They truly achieved Perfect Transcendence Realm.

It can make itself float lightly in the air without exerting any effort.

The Sweeper Monk's several-foot- Qi Wall is indeed very powerful.

However, that only applies to martial artists of lower rank than him.

According to the original text, when Jiumozhi launched a sneak attack, it was blocked by a three-foot- Qi Wall, which seemed to be a natural reaction of internal energy.

Now that the Sweeper Monk has encountered a formidable foe, he has taken the initiative to activate his aura, making the Qi Wall naturally larger, thicker, and more solid.

The different paths chosen naturally result in different forms of expression.

But no matter how thick his invisible Qi Wall, it still seemed so fragile and thin when facing the Sword Light condensed by Ji Boying.

The Qi Wall couldn't block the Sword Light; that's just the way of nature.

"Haha, monk, how about it? Do you submit?"

The arena was filled with thousands of people, and there was no shortage of martial arts masters.

At that moment, they all stared blankly at Ji Boying.

My jaw almost dropped to the ground; I was completely dumbfounded.

They could feel the sharpness of the Sword Light's edge even with their naked eyes.

Some people have also heard of the Sword God Zhuo Bufan and know that his half-foot Sword Light can cut through iron like mud.

Ji Boying wielded Sword Light several meters long with such ease; what a terrifying martial art that must be.

As long as he can maintain his internal strength, even if all the martial arts masters in the entire world come to besiege him, let alone thousands or tens of thousands, they won't be able to get close to him at all!

No matter how much physical training one undergoes, it's no match for Ji Boying's attack!

The Sweeper Monk had a certain air about him, even though Ji Boying could take his life at any moment.

He ignored the Sword Light pressed against his throat.

He put his hands together in prayer and chanted the Buddha's name again.

His tone was full of exclamation.

"Amitabha, well said! You are a man of extraordinary talent and unparalleled martial arts skills, almost like a god. You are truly the best in the world."

There was a hint of relief in the old monk's tone.

Although he wanted to protect these monks, and although he had some mental issues, he certainly couldn't be considered an evil monk.

Although Ji Boying was decisive and ruthless in his actions.

But the old monk could also see that he couldn't be considered an evil person.

Fortunately, the person with such skills was not a bad person.

If Ji Boying had any ambition or evil intentions, who in the world could stand against him?

I fear that it will lead to widespread suffering and misery, with the lives of countless people hanging in the balance at his fingertips.

"Who exactly is this person?"

"Number one in the world, truly number one in the world."

"Hey, you all came together, you know that?"

Vulture Peak Palace shook its head and refused to speak.

"What about the Beggar Gang 'Sect? Are the Beggar Gang' Sect members cleared out?"

Several beggars whispered among themselves.

"Truly worthy of being called the Central Divine, remarkable, truly remarkable."

"Oh, so it's the Central Divine!"

Who is Central Divine?

"Who cares who he is? Just know that the Central Divine is the best in the world."

"Exactly. We've all seen this person's skill in front of everyone. He truly lives up to his title of Central Divine. What he's using really looks like a divine power."

"Truly extraordinary abilities. Is it possible to reach such a level through martial arts training? It's unbelievable."

Ji Boying's Sword Light, several meters long, suddenly dissipated.

With a smile, she sheathed the iron sword again.

He revealed his right palm.

"Don't say I only rely on swordsmanship to dominate, or that I bully people by taking them by surprise. I'll give you another chance and see if you can save Boluo Xing from my grasp."

He made a slight gesture with his right palm.

The same swirling force enveloped Boluo Xing and pulled him toward Ji Boying.

The Sweeper Monk calmed his mind and focused his spirit.

If you want to save people, you can't keep thinking about saving people.

I will never again use tactics like projecting my inner energy to bully those less skilled in martial arts.

His powerful inner energy was contained, and his clothes did not move an inch.

The old monk suddenly roared and struck Ji Boying with a palm.

"It's One Palm, Two Dispersed!"

The monks of Shaolin Temple cried out in surprise.

Even Xiao Feng was quite surprised.

"Brother, be careful! This move is no small matter!"

Xiao Feng once exchanged this move with Xuan Ji at Shaolin Temple.

I suffered a small loss due to carelessness.

But it was only a small loss, which was already quite shocking to the people of Shaolin Temple.

After all, given Xuan Ji's skill level, even with a palm strike that had accumulated his life's worth of power, he could only make Xiao Feng feel weak all over for a moment.

Once you gather your inner energy, you can immediately feel refreshed and full of energy again.

It must be said that Xiao Feng's abilities alone were enough to terrify the monks of Shaolin Temple.

But then he saw the Sweeper Monk turn his palms in a circle from the outside in, and strike Ji Boying with tremendous force.

It was clearly the same as the Shaolin Temple's One Palm, Two Dispersed.

According to the level of the Sweeper Monk, his skill had already reached Transformation Realm.

In combat, he could defeat any enemy, no matter how skilled or extraordinary, in just a few moves.

But when facing Ji Boying, he had no choice but to use the skills he had practiced back then.

"One Palm, Two Dispersed" means that if you slap a stone, the stone chips will scatter everywhere; if you slap a person, their soul will be scattered.

This palm technique only has this one move.

However, his palm strikes were so powerful that he could often defeat his enemies without needing to use a second move.

Moreover, this move is the culmination of the practitioner's life's work, with the palm strike based on overwhelming internal force.

Even if one wanted to temporarily change to another move, it was simply beyond human capability.

You can imagine how devastating this move was!

This was also a trick played by the Sweeper Monk.

If it were truly a life-or-death struggle, his clumsy move would have been nothing short of handing Ji Boying free food.

No matter how powerful his moves were, Ji Boying only needed to dodge lightly, avoiding a direct confrontation, to escape the attack.

When the opponent is forced to catch their breath after unleashing such a powerful attack, a casual attack from the side will secure victory.

But Ji Boying didn't use his sword to take his own life just now; he really just wanted to exchange moves and compare their skills.

The old monk then used this move.

He anticipated that Ji Boying would not back down.

Such a head-on collision, where a lifetime of skill is used to determine the slightest chance of victory.

He only hoped that the power gained from using all his strength would give him some advantage.

Ji Boying is a respectable person, so he probably won't make things difficult for him anymore.

Xiao Feng stood behind Ji Boying.

Seeing that the Sweeper Monk One Palm, Two Dispersed, he struck directly at them.

I felt my skin crawl.

He could feel such overwhelming power.

But that was just his sense of crisis.

Ironically, despite the Sweeper Monk unleashing such a terrifying move, neither of them felt anything tangible.

When Xiao Feng exchanged that palm strike with Xuan Ji, the force of the palm strike had not yet arrived, but Xiao Feng already felt a bit short of breath in his chest.

But it is precisely because the Sweeper Monk used this seemingly ordinary move that he truly demonstrated his hidden power.

Ji Boying's eyes lit up.

He shouted "Good!"

"Excellent skill, excellent palm technique!"

Although he had surpassed the Sweeper Monk, the Sweeper Monk's decades in the Scripture Depository had not been in vain.

"What a fine 'One Palm, Two Dispersed! Watch my' Arrogant Dragon Has Regrets' technique!"

Ji Boying bent his right arm slightly and immediately unleashed a powerful strike.

All that could be heard was a sound like a dragon's roar in mid-air.

With a roar like a dragon, a powerful palm strike met the Sweeper Monk head-on.

Another muffled thud was heard in mid-air.

The assembled heroes felt as if darkness had fallen, and their vision blurred.

I experienced a ringing in my ears, followed by a burst of white noise.

Those with average skill seem to have lost all feeling.

Even those with profound skills felt shortness of breath, their lungs trembled, and they experienced a feeling of stuffiness and discomfort.

A gray shadow flew backward in mid-air.

The Sweeper Monk was sent flying.

The muffled thunderclap from the clash of palms masked the cracking sound of his bones breaking.

Half of the monk's robe was already tattered.

His somewhat thin body was exposed.

And the right arm, which had been severed in two, was barely hanging on by some skin and flesh.

"Senior!"

Although the Xuan Sheng Xuansheng was also shaken and felt uncomfortable, he forcibly circulated his internal energy to suppress the discomfort in his heart.

He leaped into the air to catch the Sweeper Monk.

"No."

The Sweeper Monk called out weakly.

Xuan Sheng had no time to care about anything else.

The moment the two arms touched the Sweeper Monk's body, two more cracking sounds were heard.

Xuan Sheng coughed up blood and flew backward.

His chest was caved in badly.

He nearly died.

Two clicks.

One sound was the breaking of both arms, and the other was the slamming of the Sweeper Monk's body into his chest.

The two of them fell heavily to the ground at the same time.

Blood was gushing from the Sweeper Monk's mouth and nose, soaking his already sparse beard and hair.

She sensed Xuan Sheng groaning slightly in pain behind her.

I felt a little relieved.

He seemed to be enjoying himself, lying on the stone floor with a sense of ease.

He sighed weakly.

"The Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms are indeed the best in the world."

Xiao Feng shook his head and forced himself to reply.

"Brother Ji's skill can no longer be considered the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms. It's because his skill is strong and his palm technique is advanced, not because the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms are strong."

"It should be said that the Central Divine is the best in the world!"

Jiumozhi, standing behind, was completely dumbfounded.

The struggle between Ji Boying and the Sweeper Monk has simply transcended the realm of humanity.

Is this really the level that martial arts can reach? Even if I practice the Muscle Tendon Changing Scripture, I have no hope of reaching their level!

Looking at Ji Boying, who stood tall and calm, it was clear that he had defeated the Sweeper Monk with great ease, without having used his full strength.

The Arrogant Dragon Has Regrets strike just now was accompanied by a deafening dragon roar and a howling wind, clearly indicating that the power was not contained.

This perfectly illustrates Ji Boying's effortless and seemingly casual demeanor.

Jiumozhi felt somewhat lost and disoriented.

Even if I stole all of Shaolin Temple's Seventy-Two Ultimate Techniques and any other hidden skills.

Would that make me a match for him?

Thinking about this, it's hard not to feel a little disheartened.

The martial arts that Jiumozhi was most obsessed with seemed to have lost their appeal at this moment.

Jiumozhi muttered to himself in a daze.

"Dugu Qiubai, truly Dugu Qiubai! But he's not just Dugu Qiubai; he's Dugu who can't find a worthy opponent. Who else is qualified to challenge him?"

Seeing that the Sweeper Monk had lost the will to resist, Ji Boying casually waved out an invisible stream of energy, which entered Boluo Xing's chest.

The foreign monk who came to steal the skill died instantly.

"My obsession is over, I'm leaving."

Duan Yu and the others surrounded them.

"Where is Great Hero Ji headed?"

Ji Boying gently raised her head and looked at the azure sky.

His eyes were somewhat vacant, as if deep in thought, and he murmured to himself.

"I don't know where I'm going either. Maybe I'll end up in a world where there are demons and immortals..."

After he finished speaking, everyone was still completely confused.

Then they watched as Ji Boying's figure floated up lightly.

It floated into the air.

This caused another gasp from the thousands of martial arts practitioners.

But after a single cry of surprise, they all held their breath and dared not disturb them in the slightest.

Ji Boying floated into the air, but he also felt a different sensation than the previous two times.

The first two departures seemed to simply mean it was time to leave.

Without me noticing, I simply vanished from that world.

It's not that I've really reached the limit of that world.

This time, however, things are different.

It felt like gentle bubbles were gently squeezing me from all directions.

It felt like pushing myself out through a crack.

Above the azure sky, there seemed to be a hazy purple aura.

It was as if a door had been opened for Ji Boying.

The gentle air and water from all directions supported Ji Boying, pressing him against the surface and gently pushing him through the door.

Xiao Feng and the others stared blankly.

There wasn't even time to react.

Suddenly, the sound of galloping hooves echoed across the sky and earth, booming from afar.

The sound of hooves thundered as more than a dozen steeds swept up the mountain like a whirlwind.

Even with his imposing presence, he couldn't make the heroes of the martial world turn their heads away even a fraction.

They all stared blankly at the place where a hazy purple aura had appeared in the sky.

The sky remains the same azure blue, without a single embellishment.

But they still couldn't bear to look away, even though their necks were aching.

But the dozen or so horses stopped outside the courtyard, and the eighteen knights had no choice but to dismount and struggle to squeeze inside.

Because the heroes of the martial arts world were all distracted and had no intention of resisting, they were able to squeeze in smoothly.

Eighteen Han Dynasty rushed to Xiao Feng's side.

Upon seeing the face that looked exactly like their emperor, they all knelt down with a thud.

"Greetings, Your Highness!"

This greeting brought Xiao Feng back to his senses, which had been somewhat lost.

They were all inevitably taken aback.

"Who are you? I don't know you."

The Beggar Gang' Sect members also gathered around.

"What are you shouting about? This is our gang leader."

Those eighteen people didn't care about anything else.

He explained this only to Xiao Feng.

"There is a rebellion in the country. The King has ascended the throne and sent us to escort His Highness the Crown Prince back."

Xiao Feng was completely baffled by the situation.

At this point, Duan Yu and his three chief retainers were the ones who had the best brains.

They wouldn't let Xiao Feng ask here.

Before anyone could react, he immediately grabbed Xiao Feng, Xu Zhu, and the others, and left Shaolin Temple first.