Battle King Yue

"Wang Shan, I never expected you to be the one who survived to the end. To possess such skill at your age, even I must offer a few words of praise."

The man in red spoke from on high. He had the right, for he was King Yue, invincible beneath the heavens.

Finally seeing this great devil, Zhang Yunhao took a deep breath and said coldly, "Do you think I would care about your praise, King Yue?"

King Yue stopped more than ten meters from Zhang Yunhao and asked in a voice dripping with bone-piercing chill, "So you really know who I am. I would very much like to know—how exactly did you learn of my plan? Don't tell me everything you did was merely coincidence?"

"How I learned it is none of your business."

Zhang Yunhao snorted and asked, "Your survival until now is connected to the Blood Origin Pearl?"

"Of course it is. As long as I have enough blood, I can live forever. However, it must be the essence blood of experts."

King Yue had no fear of telling Zhang Yunhao. "That was why I killed all those experts back then, to prolong my lifespan. But experts are not crops harvested twice a year. Without thirty or forty years, not many experts can emerge."

Zhang Yunhao understood. "So you used the Blood Origin Pearl to sleep, waited for the next generation of experts to grow up, then lured them here, absorbed their essence blood, and extended your lifespan?"

King Yue nodded. "Exactly. It requires no profound scheming. They themselves are far too greedy and arrogant. The moment they hear of the Blood Origin Pearl, they rush over like moths throwing themselves into a flame. Even if they know something is wrong, they do not care."

Zhang Yunhao completely understood everything. He sighed, "According to your plan, the entire world became your farmland. As expected of King Yue!"

"Originally, the blood of so many experts would have been enough for me to live another ten years. But because of you, all that blood was wasted. I can only live another two or three years before I must sleep once more!"

As he said this, King Yue's eyes brimmed with icy Killing Intent, and even the temperature around them seemed to drop. "Do you know how grave your sins are?"

"Hmph, everything I did was to rid the people of evil. What sins could I possibly have?"

Zhang Yunhao sneered. "How much strength do you have left now? As long as I beat you to death, all your schemes will be useless."

"Beat me to death?"

King Yue seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world. He said arrogantly, "Because of your interference, I indeed have not recovered to my peak. But even having absorbed only a little essence blood is still enough to make me invincible beneath the heavens!"

"Whether you are invincible beneath the heavens or not, we will find out after we fight!"

Zhang Yunhao snorted and launched a fierce attack. He lunged forward several steps, then threw a savage, razor-sharp punch at King Yue.

"A newborn calf fears no tiger. Today, I will let you know why the entire Jianghu fears me!"

King Yue laughed loudly. Without dodging or evading, he directly met Zhang Yunhao's fist. With a bang, fierce winds scattered in every direction. Zhang Yunhao felt a tremendous force surge from the other man's fist and could not help taking a step back.

"He is actually this strong?"

Zhang Yunhao was somewhat startled. He had done so much to greatly weaken his opponent, yet King Yue was still stronger than him. He truly was a powerhouse who had dominated an era.

King Yue said proudly, "You are a little stronger than I imagined. However, no one can be my opponent. Wang Shan, you ruined my grand plan and committed grave sins. Now is the time for you to pay the price!"

"You are not qualified to make me pay any price!"

Zhang Yunhao sneered. Facing this powerful enemy, he felt no fear. Instead, his fighting spirit soared, and the blood in his body began to flow rapidly, making a sound like a small river.

After coming in for so long, Zhang Yunhao was finally going to use his full strength.

"Take another punch from me—Leopard Fist!"

Zhang Yunhao shouted, his fist hurtling forward like a cannonball. King Yue casually blocked it, while at the same time a palm flashed like lightning toward Zhang Yunhao's chest.

Zhang Yunhao's left hand shot at King Yue's wrist like a snake. King Yue's palm strike instantly changed, smashing toward Zhang Yunhao's snake hand, but Zhang Yunhao promptly blasted out with a punch, meeting it head-on.

Then the two began exchanging blows in a rapid crackle of impacts, waves of air constantly rising around them. King Yue continuously used fierce, overbearing palm techniques, tyrannical and invincible, while Zhang Yunhao was fierce at times and soft at others, his moves changing in countless ways. Neither could gain the upper hand!

"Not bad, not bad. You have actually reached the realm of Hard-Soft Harmony. Truly not bad. If not for me, you would absolutely have become the brightest star of this era."

Even King Yue was highly pleased. "Unfortunately, with me here, Wang Shan, you are destined to be a tragedy. I will savor your blood properly. It will surely taste delicious."

"What disgusting words. Hmph, you have only reached the same level of Hard-Soft Harmony as me? What a disappointment. Have you lived your hundred-odd years like a dog?"

Zhang Yunhao was disdainful. King Yue's palm techniques could be released and withdrawn at will, likewise reaching the realm of Hard-Soft Harmony—Hard-Soft Harmony did not merely mean knowing hard force and soft force. Having softness within hardness, hardness within softness, and being able to release and withdraw at will—that was Hard-Soft Harmony!

Speaking of which, Hard-Soft Harmony also had levels. When one could freely switch between the two within a single punch, or even strike with both hard and soft force at once, that would be true mastery.

"Such unbridled nonsense. You are courting death."

King Yue's expression darkened. What kind of figure was he? He had dominated an era; even emperors trembled upon seeing him. How could such a man permit others to offend him?

Therefore, King Yue no longer intended to play around. He would directly beat Zhang Yunhao to death!

King Yue's right hand suddenly swelled, turning bright crimson, as if it were formed from blood itself. Zhang Yunhao's gaze narrowed. Was this King Yue's famed ultimate technique, the Blood Hand Seal?

"To die beneath my Blood Hand Seal, you may take pride in it!"

King Yue shouted and struck out with his palm. The air itself erupted with a violent boom. Zhang Yunhao did not dare be careless and raised both fists to block the Blood Hand Seal.

Accompanied by a heavy crash like an explosion, Zhang Yunhao cried out miserably and staggered backward again and again, crushing the remaining floor tiles beneath his feet one by one.

At the same time, Zhang Yunhao's fists turned blood-red. Had he not promptly vibrated his muscles to dissipate some of the damage, both fists might have become unusable in battle, for even his bones would have been shattered.

This was the Blood Hand Seal!

King Yue laughed loudly. "With my strength, why would I need to pursue any true mastery? I am already invincible beneath the heavens. Who can block a single palm strike from me? Wang Shan, kneel and accept death. I can let you die more quickly."

"You have no martial will left at all. You are nothing more than a rotting corpse that desperately devours others' blood just to keep living. You are disgusting beyond measure, reeking from head to toe."

Although the Blood Hand Seal possessed tremendous power, Zhang Yunhao felt not the slightest fear. He was someone who would become a Martial Immortal—how could he lose to such a decayed thing?