Shattering the Stele, Splitting the Earth, Reversing and Suppressing the Two Xiantian

"Just an appetizer. You're celebrating too soon." Qian Yikang smiled indifferently, and his steps suddenly quickened. His entire body became drifting and erratic, like a willow catkin dancing on the wind.

Clearly, he had cultivated some rather extraordinary Movement Technique.

Countless Wind Blades shot in from tricky angles, with steel needles as fine as strands of hair mixed in among them, stabbing straight toward the major acupoints all over Lu Yang's body.

Lu Yang's long saber wrapped itself in Xiantian True Qi, kicking up flying sand and rolling stones as it blocked that dense offensive outside.

Amid the miasma-like smoke and dust, Qian Yikang's figure suddenly darted out. At the end of his feather fan, a sharp metallic gleam was revealed, driving straight for Lu Yang's throat.

Streaks of Xiantian True Qi shot from the tip of that metal spike, arriving before Lu Yang in the blink of an eye.

"Hmph! I was waiting for you!" Lu Yang's long saber suddenly left his hand, shooting out beyond the smoke and dust.

At the same time, a gleam of light suddenly appeared on his right arm.

As the Mighty Bull Totem lit up, Lu Yang's right arm seemed forged of bronze and cast in iron. With one slap, he scattered those several streaks of Xiantian True Qi.

At the same time, his palm was like a golden hoop, clamping that metal spike tightly in his hand.

Even with Qian Yikang's cultivation at the sixth level of Xiantian, for a moment he was actually unable to break free.

"Tablet Shattering Style!"

The Mighty Bull Totem on Lu Yang's left hand suddenly lit up. He struck out with one palm, and Xiantian True Qi abruptly condensed into a massive True Qi stele, pressing down upon Qian Yikang's head.

Qian Yikang had no time to dodge. He could only abandon his feather fan, mobilize the Xiantian True Qi throughout his body, move it to both arms, and cross them in front of his chest to guard himself.

Bang, bang!

Crack!

Accompanied by a burst of bone-splitting sounds that set one's teeth on edge, the Xiantian True Qi on Qian Yikang's body surface was broken through by Lu Yang. He staggered backward dozens of steps in succession, a trace of blood appearing at the corner of his mouth, and both arms drooped limply. Crimson blood continuously dripped from his sleeves.

"Tablet Smashing Hand!" Qian Yikang's expression was ugly, and thick fear had already appeared between his brows and eyes. "You actually learned this Black-grade, mid-tier martial art?"

And from the looks of it, his attainment in it was extremely profound!

How was that possible?! How old was he?!

The higher the quality of a martial art, the more difficult it was to cultivate.

Generally speaking, with the talent of a Third Realm martial artist, cultivating a high-grade Yellow-tier martial art was more than enough.

But to cultivate a Black-grade, lower-tier martial art to some success usually required several years.

To reach major accomplishment or even perfection would take decades, or even a lifetime of tempering!

As for Black-grade, mid-tier martial arts, whether in power or difficulty of cultivation, they were several times beyond Black-grade, lower-tier ones.

With the wealth of Qian Yikang and Lu Jue, if they were willing to bleed a little, they could naturally afford Black-grade, mid-tier martial arts, but they had not done so.

It was not that they could not bear to part with the hundred thousand-plus taels of silver. Their talent was simply insufficient.

One's own cultivation could still be raised through external things like taking pills and Spiritual Medicine.

But when it came to the word "martial," without the guidance of a famous master, it relied entirely on one's own comprehension.

Qian Yikang had stepped into the Third Realm more than twenty years ago and had worked diligently every day without cease, yet he had only cultivated one Black-grade, lower-tier martial art to major accomplishment and one High-grade Yellow Tier Movement Technique to perfection.

Lu Yang had been in the Xiantian Realm for less than a full month, even counting generously, yet he had already mastered a Black-grade, mid-tier martial art. This was truly no small blow to Qian Yikang.

If Returning Origin Art and the Mighty Bull Strength on both arms had narrowed the gap between him and the sixth level of Xiantian, then the Black-grade, mid-tier Tablet Smashing Hand had completely erased the gap between the two of them, and even allowed Lu Yang to gain the upper hand in absolute strength!

"Again!"

Lu Yang gave a cold laugh and said no more. Instead, he flew straight forward, unleashing another Tablet Shattering Style that bore down directly on Qian Yikang's face.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

A gust of sinister wind came from behind him.

As if he had eyes on his back, Lu Yang pushed off with his foot, his body changing direction midair as he easily avoided it.

Boom, boom!

In the next instant, the place where he had just been suddenly rang with a series of violent explosions.

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It was precisely County Lieutenant Lu Jue who, in his desperation, had flung out several Thunder Talismans.

"Lu Jue, you are a County Lieutenant at any rate, yet you also play at shooting people in the back?" Lu Yang sneered.

Lu Jue said coldly, "Lu Yang, you colluded with demons and killed your own kind. Everyone has the right to put you to death. Against someone like you, no method is too much."

"You sanctimonious thing. Today, I'm going to tear off your hypocritical masks and let everyone present see the true faces of you two!" Lu Yang gave a cold laugh, and with a swing of his long saber, he flung out dozens of fierce streaks of Saber Qi.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

The Saber Qi poured out like a curtain of rain, bearing straight down on Lu Jue.

Lu Jue summoned a long spear and swung it so tightly that not even water could pass through, blocking all of Lu Yang's Saber Qi.

From afar, they exchanged dozens of blows with Xiantian True Qi, and neither could do anything to the other.

Although he was only at the fifth level of Xiantian, Lu Jue's martial foundation was clearly much more solid than Qian Yikang's.

So much so that the threat Lu Jue displayed in actual combat was instead a few degrees greater than Qian Yikang's.

As he moved, his spear was like a wandering dragon; every thrust, jab, draw, and lift was precise and powerful.

His Returning Horse Spear, in particular, had been honed to the point of pure mastery. Relying on the advantage of the spear's longer shaft, he actually faintly suppressed Lu Yang by a few degrees.

This Black-grade, lower-tier spear art had clearly already been cultivated by him to the peak of greater mastery, only a thread away from perfection.

Yet Lu Yang knew that his being suppressed was not because he had lost in terms of moves.

As a Yellow-grade, upper-tier martial art, the Great Perfection-level Demon Subduing Saber Art should, by rights, have been no weaker in might than a perfected Black-grade, lower-tier martial art, and even a cut above one at the peak of greater mastery.

Unfortunately, Lu Yang's saber was merely an ordinary standard-issue long saber.

The long spear in Lu Jue's hands, however, was truly a lower-tier Treasure Weapon!

Every time Lu Yang's long saber clashed with it, it suffered a trace of damage.

After several head-on collisions, the long saber could no longer endure it and shattered with a bang.

However, Lu Jue could not feel the slightest bit happy at this moment.

Just now, he had witnessed the might of Lu Yang's Tablet Smashing Hand with his own eyes. Even though he held a slight upper hand now, he still did not dare slacken in the least.

He regretted that the two of them had each harbored their own thoughts earlier and had not truly joined forces to surround and attack Lu Yang.

Otherwise, Lu Yang would likely have already fallen into a perilous situation by now.

However, Qian Yikang's arms were injured at present, and he could not bring out even thirty percent of his martial arts. Even if he joined the battle, he would only be throwing his life away in vain.

"Tablet Shattering Style!" Lu Yang struck first.

Xiantian True Qi condensed before him into an illusory stele, descending from the sky and dropping straight toward the crown of the head.

"Dragon Emerging from Sea!"

Lu Jue roared, and his Xiantian True Qi ran wild. A brilliant silver radiance surged along the long spear as the spear tip violently collided with that enormous stele shadow.

Bang, bang!

Crash, crash, crash!

A series of violent explosions rang out in the void. Savage true qi swept out from the center, and the two figures each retreated several steps before they finally steadied themselves.

"Earth Splitting Style!"

Lu Yang did not stop moving. On both his arms, Mighty Bull Strength erupted at the same time.

An illusory heavenly stele smashed heavily into the ground, and a fissure abruptly split open across the earth, continuously spreading toward Lu Jue's feet.

Blazing rosy light spread out from within the crack, rolling over Lu Jue's head.

Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding!

Lu Jue continuously brandished his long spear, forming an airtight defensive wall before him and scattering the countless rays of rosy light.

However, he who defended for too long was bound to fail.

Swish, swish, swish!

Pfft, pfft!

A moment later, streaks of rosy light still broke through the circle of his spear, carving several bloody marks across his body.