Kunlun Questions Heaven, Part Two

White Rainbow Piercing the Sun!

Meteor Chasing the Moon!

Still in midair, he unleashed two Zhemei Hand techniques in succession.

With this move, Wang Xian treated Meng Xiaolou, who was gripping his modao and slashing down from above, as a cold plum blossom swaying in the wind!

His left hand shot out in a palm strike, while the Heaven-Questioning Sword in his right hand left its sheath with an invincible momentum.

Yet at that moment, Meng Xiaolou's body bent like a broken bridge. The sword he had slashed upward was still hanging in midair, but he himself had already fallen heavily backward!

To the spectators, if Meng Xiaolou had reacted even half a beat slower—

He would either have taken Wang Xian's palm strike to the chest or been pierced through the chest by Wang Xian's sword!

Yet he had narrowly, perilously evaded Wang Xian's palm and sword!

Wang Xian was no better off.

Only as he descended did he realize that Meng Xiaolou, lying on the ground, had turned his body into a modao, its icy blade pointed at the sky. If Wang Xian dared to land—

He likely would not be able to evade a powerful strike from a Nascent Soul realm cultivator!

Still falling through the air, he saw Dantai Xiaoxue cover her little mouth, too frightened to cry out.

Ximen Tinghua leaned close to Tang Shisan's ear and softly said something.

Tang Shisan let out a faint sigh. She also knew that if Meng Xiaolou had not sent Ximen Tinghua flying back toward the sky above the platform with that palm strike earlier—

That move would have made this guy concede defeat.

And now, who could send Wang Xian flying with a palm strike?

In that flash of lightning—

Still suspended in midair, Wang Xian forcibly kicked his right foot with his left, instantly rising another zhang into the air.

Then, like a bird flapping its wings, he swept toward the other side of the platform!

Huh?

Everyone stared in stunned disbelief. This legendary Cloud Ladder technique probably required the Spirit Transformation realm to perform, didn't it?

There was only one other possibility: Wang Xian, standing on the platform, had cultivated an utterly terrifying physical body!

With such an inexplicable move, the two had not even truly exchanged blows.

Yet the second move had ended in a draw!

Holy shit!

Only now did the people in the square truly understand how terrifying Wang Xian was!

Even against a monster like Meng Xiaolou, he remained calm and composed, without yielding the slightest advantage!

That fighting presence alone was worth many people learning from.

"Final move!"

Meng Xiaolou, lying on the ground, sprang up like a carp. His left hand slapped the bluestone tiles, and the modao in his right hand slashed out in an instant!

Like a divine dragon swinging its tail, he shouted, without the slightest hesitation!

This move was even more unorthodox. Meng Xiaolou charged at Wang Xian in what was practically a rolling motion!

At that moment, Wang Xian felt as though he had reached the end of the road!

No matter what he did, it seemed impossible to receive Meng Xiaolou's strike.

Earlier, he had still been able to rely on his powerful body and the two Zhemei Hand moves to maneuver around the platform.

But now, Meng Xiaolou surged forth like a river bursting through its banks, and Wang Xian seemed to have no choice but to dodge.

The opponent's modao came slashing down, instantly forcing Wang Xian into a dead corner. One misstep and he would suffer grave injuries beneath that blade, perhaps even fall from the platform!

Just then, inspiration flashed through Wang Xian's mind!

He suddenly roared, "Tang Shisan, give me a hand!"

Without waiting for Tang Shisan to reply, the Heaven-Questioning Sword in his hand abruptly slashed against Meng Xiaolou's onrushing modao!

Clang...

Amid the ringing clash, a tremendous force sent Wang Xian flying backward.

Just as he was about to fly off the platform, Wang Xian kicked off the platform's edge once more, accelerating toward the square!

"I'm coming!"

Tang Shisan was startled as well. After letting out a cry with Ximen Tinghua, she slapped a palm against his shoulder!

Borrowing the force of that palm, she shot into the sky and struck her palm toward the incoming Wang Xian!

Still in midair, she cheered, "Meng Xiaolou, you lost!"

Bang...

A thunderous explosion erupted above everyone's heads!

Wang Xian could not withstand Tang Shisan's strike and borrowed Ximen Tinghua's power.

Blasted away by the Tang Clan's young lady, he shot into the sky like a startled bird.

Standing atop the thirty-foot platform, Wang Xian had never been capable of taking Meng Xiaolou's blow head-on.

So he suddenly recalled the move Ximen Tinghua had used on him!

He needed to borrow momentum, and so he thought of Tang Shisan!

Tang Shisan granted his wish. With a mere palm strike, she blasted him into the sky!

As Wang Xian soared into the air, he searched for that move he had used before...

He tried to merge his entire body with the Heaven-Questioning Sword in his hand!

But to the onlookers, the little Daoist was merely repeating his old trick, becoming one with his sword and flying toward the heavens!

Except there was not a single white cloud in the sky now!

Thus, whether they were the prodigies of the Mystic Heaven Sect, cultivators of East Sea Flying Immortal Island, female disciples of Hundred Flowers Valley, or Kunlun's elders—

They all wondered: without that lotus-like white cloud, how would he come back?

Duanmu Xi watched Wang Xian fly into the sky, utterly speechless!

Isn't this you—the one who survived being pierced by a thousand swords and came back to life?

Yet Wang Xian, now like a divine sword in human form, could not sense the emotions of everyone in the square!

He could not even find the state of mind from when he had unleashed that heaven-shocking sword strike!

In a flash, in the span of a moment!

What surfaced in his mind was one of the three sword techniques the woman in green had imprinted into his sea of consciousness atop the snowy mountain during those ten years with the Heavenly Book.

Heaven-Questioning!

Man like a divine sword, one sword questioning the heavens!

The instant he swung his sword toward the heavens, a terrifying sword aura cleaved straight into the nine skies...

Even in Dongfang Nishang's eyes, a mere Foundation Establishment cultivator seemed to be ascending to heaven...

"Crack!"

A bolt of lightning descended from the nine skies and struck Wang Xian heavily!

With a "Boom!", Wang Xian's entire body burst into flames in that instant!

A bolt of lightning had struck him squarely on the head!

Mortals were not permitted to question the heavens!

A single bolt of lightning struck the youth soaring toward the sky back down to the mortal world!

Wang Xian, struck by lightning, was covered in flames and glittered with golden light as he came streaking from the horizon toward Kunlun's snowy mountains like a meteor!

Holy shit! Wang Xian is on fire!

Look! The little Daoist and that Heaven-Questioning Sword have become one!

Senior Sister, come see an immortal!

Master, will Junior Brother burn to death?

Tang Shisan shouted at Meng Xiaolou atop the thirty-foot platform, "Meng Xiaolou, jump down already! Admit defeat!"

Meng Xiaolou raised his head to the sky!

He watched the meteor descending from the horizon.

It carried the power of death as it came toward him with an unstoppable force!

For an instant, he actually felt powerless!

Yet there was not the slightest fear in his eyes. He only worried whether the falling meteor would perish along with him.

This was not the outcome he wanted.

His hands had merely been itching for a few exchanges with Wang Xian!

High in the sky, Wang Xian burned, a breathtaking smile curling at the corner of his lips.

Having become one with his sword and transformed into the Heaven-Questioning Sword, he no longer cared about the outcome of this strike!

This had been a miraculous day. Not only had he comprehended the Heaven-Shocking Sword, Even the Heaven-Questioning Sword from the Heavenly Book seemed to have given him a trace of insight!

At that moment, Wang Xian's hair was burning, his clothes were burning, and even the Heaven-Questioning Sword in his hand was burning!

His whole body was like a burning divine sword. Having failed to cleave the heavens, He reversed heaven and earth and slashed down toward the mortal realm!

From the horizon, he let out an earth-shaking cry: "Master, I'm flying!"

The old Daoist stood before the main hall with his hands behind his back.

He said to Bear Two behind him, "See that? That brat doesn't know the meaning of death—he actually wants to fly!"

Bear Two howled, "Awoo! Little Xianxian, you're going to fall to your death!"

"Through ten thousand rivers and a thousand mountains, there is always affection—can you spare me a vote?"