Raging Waves Falling Feathers

Although it made no earth-shaking noise, when a white rainbow hung in the sky and streaked toward their area at a speed like a comet striking the moon, the observation posts aboard the warships still spotted it with ease.

Something was flying over from the southern sky!

The observation posts of both fleets caught the news almost simultaneously, then quickly relayed it up the chain of command.

The sky? It's coming from the sky?

This era already had airships and airplanes.

Moreover, airplanes had begun to see gradual military use. Although aerial strikes were still not taken seriously enough, the idea that enemies might come from the sky did exist. Thus, the strange sight of the white rainbow charging in immediately put both sides on high alert.

They were locked in a stalemate.

The white rainbow was certain to shatter that stalemate.

But all they could do was stand ready.

Aside from remaining on guard, they had almost no effective means of defense. They had nothing that could accurately reach the sky. Even if they possessed such weapons and equipment, they had not yet been installed on the warships. The concept of air defense appeared simultaneously in the minds of the Xinghan soldiers and the foreign sailors.

Friend or foe—they would know soon enough.

"It's the Immortal Master!"

Geng Liangchen, who had been regulating his breath, showed a delighted expression.

When the white rainbow drew near, this Spirit Cultivation Practitioner clearly sensed the free spiritual energy in the surroundings suddenly gathering. This was the method Immortal Master Lan Yi often used to replenish their spiritual energy. Although it was not as efficient as Cang Hua directly injecting Innate Qi into them, it had the advantage of being convenient and effortless.

Especially after the Lei Chi Immortal Lotus had stabilized.

Lan Yi had grown fond of using Magnetic Control and Evil Conversion to gather spiritual energy, letting the martial artists soak in it slowly as though relaxing in a hot spring.

Lan Yi, who had effortlessly distinguished friend from foe, used this technique to reveal his identity.

It was also fortunate that the battle here was so tremendous, with smoke billowing into the sky. Even though Lan Yi, traveling north in Rainbow Transformation, could not float too high, he still found them without fail.

If the dignified Old Demon Lan got lost in the Artificial Divine Realm and the Reborn Ones found out, it would probably become one of the jokes told by spiritual-energy cultivators of the new age.

In the eyes of ordinary people, Lan Yi came riding a flashing white rainbow.

A minute ago, the white rainbow had still been on the horizon.

In the span of that single minute, the white rainbow, as swift as thunder, flashed several times, dragging straight lines behind it before charging directly into their vicinity! The fierce momentum rushing straight at them was so overwhelming that even a blind man could feel the astonishing Killing Intent emanating from Lan Yi. Those merely brushed by that aura found their breathing seize, as though a predator known as a natural enemy had swept its gaze over them!

This is... the power of the mind!?

Huo Yuanjia was utterly astonished.

But in the next instant, he found it perfectly reasonable.

Although Immortal Master Lan Yi had never displayed any information about cultivating the true inheritance of martial arts before them, he understood martial arts as thoroughly as the palm of his hand. How could he possibly not practice it? This dazzling, glorious, savage battle-mind truly matched everyone's distant impression of Lan Yi as cold and rational.

The two Spirit Cultivation Practitioners could not help feeling a jumble of emotions.

Their spirit was still too narrow.

Martial arts did not follow reason. If one did not even dare to imagine, one would undoubtedly be bound by limitations.

Now, Lan Yi used the most violent posture to tell every martial artist fortunate enough to witness this scene: in martial arts, one had to dare to imagine! What was martial arts? "To stop warfare is martial"? Nonsense!!

One man making an entire nation his enemy! Taking the head from among ten thousand troops! Destroying cities and annihilating nations! Plucking stars and shaking the moon!!

This was martial arts!

"Kill!!!"

Lan Yi's violent, unyielding will exploded in everyone's minds as an unstoppable battle cry. His brain waves and the atmosphere of the battlefield resonated at precisely the right moment, bringing the thoughts of everyone who acknowledged and worshiped Lan Yi into the same hallucination.

They saw the world Lan Yi saw through his eyes.

Like iron mountains, the fearless warships weighing tens of thousands of tons were no more than clay chickens and pottery dogs. Their deadly naval guns were scattered so sparsely, and the gaps between their barrages were so enormous. The distance appeared impossibly far, but as long as one dared to imagine it, one could cross it in a single step. No matter what lay between them, no matter how far it was, nothing could stop a martial artist from paying a visit!

Flash!

If a mountain stood in my way, I would cleave that mountain apart.

Flash!

If the sea blocked me, I would burn that sea to ash.

As long as the damage to my body remained bearable, I would persist in flashing forward!!

Until...

Beneath my feet stood the towering, vicious enemy warships.

I kill whoever I wish to kill. This is martial arts. Now, I'm going to throw a punch and kill my enemies.

Dragon Sparrow Swallowing Whale Diagram Spirit Cultivation Form · Raging Waves Falling Feathers!

In the instant before his death, the foreign commander seemed to sense something and lifted his head. His gaze appeared to pierce through layer upon layer of ceilings, meeting a pair of eyes in which lotus blossoms spun as they opened.

Boom!!!!

A thunderclap beneath clear skies, searing lightning, and the dazzling radiance formed by a thunder phoenix raising its wings with a high cry created, in that instant, a bizarre scene in which everything beyond the light source became pitch-black—so dark one could not see one's hand before one's face. Then came the indescribable terror within that darkness.

The terror of life and death.

In everyone's senses.

That second when the sudden punch was launched stretched out as long as a dozen minutes.

By the time their senses returned to normal, everything had already ended. The sea breeze, the waves, the steam whistles—everything appeared so normal, yet everything was so abnormal. With eyes full of awe and yearning, they gazed into the region tens of thousands of meters away.

They could not see anything.

But they knew. Every one of them knew it from the bottom of their hearts.

Just now, Immortal Master Lan Yi had used his martial arts to kill every one of those foreigners. Some had seen thunder, some had seen a phoenix, some had seen darkness, and some had seen a river of blood. Without exception, however, they had all seen the foreigners before Immortal Master Lan Yi, battered by the waves like sandcastles.

It was over.

In their eyes, what had been a bitter battle—one that might have required retreating, replenishing, and fighting again—had been decided the instant the Immortal Master arrived.

The Punishment Fleet had been completely annihilated.

They had not even been given a chance to flee.

One had to understand that naval warfare in this era was all about chasing and being chased, pulling and tugging at each other, then seeing whether one could luckily land a shell that crippled the enemy vessel. If not, one could only honestly wear the other side down, waiting until one side made a mistake, suffered terrible luck, or lost room to maneuver. The entire process often took days to calculate.

But Lan Yi—or rather, the appearance of martial artists—had directly changed this situation!

As long as they drew close, they could swiftly annihilate the personnel aboard the ironclad ships, thereby destroying the fleet.

Not to mention that Lan Yi could fly.

Even a Qi Cultivation Practitioner, if specially trained and carrying a few tools, could completely approach a target by diving underwater. Some Qi Cultivation Practitioners with formidable body-tempering skills could display an effect aboard an ironclad ship no less than that of a Spirit Cultivation Practitioner. Even if the interior of an ironclad was completely fortified like a bunker, martial artists could demolish it by brute force and force the ship to stop.

Whether sealing off the areas beneath the deck or directly packaging up the people and ship together and carrying them back, neither posed a problem.

Martial artists had proven one thing.

The maritime power of the imperial great powers had lost the hegemonic position it once held.

Whether on land or at sea, the fists of martial artists could do it all—one man making an entire nation his enemy!