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The martial arts tomes penned by sages of old, the lingering echoes born from contests between martial artists, even the wondrous spectacles and marvels beneath heaven—all could become a kind of martial foundation, captured, digested, and accumulated by Meng Zhao, ultimately transformed into provisions for breaking through bottlenecks.

That was precisely the case now. As a top-tier great sect of the Demonic Path, the Demon Venerable Hall naturally possessed its own unique mysteries in martial arts.

Amid the fierce battles unfolding on both sides, Gu Sinan and Luan Yeping fought with blazing tempers, their clash grand and thunderous.

Gu Sinan wielded a palm technique that flowed on without end. It appeared light and nimble, yet concealed immense power within; every strike was like raging waves crashing against the shore. Combined with his lightning-fast movement technique, he became a vast, surging river, launching all-out assaults around Luan Yeping. The tides rose ever higher, never ceasing.

Even Meng Zhao, standing far away, could faintly smell the fishy scent of deep waters and marshes.

Back when Meng Zhao had still been a Houtian Realm martial artist, he had witnessed Gu Sinan's martial arts. Unlike ordinary Demonic Path arts, its foundation followed a rare righteous path: the great river flowing east, accompanied by the bright moon. The artistic conception of river and moon was lofty and profound, naturally making it a first-rate exquisite art.

By comparison, Luan Yeping emanated a chilling Demonic Qi. His techniques were sinister and unpredictable, centered mostly around finger and claw moves. Threads of True Qi as fine as hair surged around his body, soft and ever-changing, yet possessing toughness, the corrosive properties of poisonous gas, and knife-like sharpness. Combined with his finger and claw techniques, their transformations were endless as he battled Gu Sinan, whose momentum grew ever more