Zhang Yang, the Seventh Seat of the Lower True Disciple of the Qingling Palace, is a prodigy who has displayed extraordinary talent since he began practicing martial arts.
For a period of time, his talent for cultivation even surpassed that of the Upper True Disciple. He was undoubtedly Unrivaled genius and had long been regarded by the important figures of Qingling as their successor, the Direct Line descendant who could support Qingling Palace in the future.
At this juncture, two thousand miles from the Falling Moon Ruins, this top-ranking individual suddenly stopped and shouted towards the distance:
"Old Pei, there's something I'm wondering if you'd be interested in."
Pei Kong turned his head, and upon receiving the telepathic message, a smile immediately appeared on his lips. He then walked over.
"Very well, this suits my taste perfectly."
Many people noticed this scene, and a certain Exceptional Talent even intercepted their telepathic conversation and casually remarked:
"So they just wanted to intercept a Past Body. I thought it was something more serious."
This Exceptional Talent instantly lost interest and strode towards the depths of the ruins.
However, his words spread, and the core disciples of both families learned of this matter.
"Brother Tang, I hope we can meet in the ruins and have a battle."
Xiao Ran said something to the red-haired youth to his side, and then disappeared from the spot.
Clearly, as Upper True Disciple, he had little interest in the disputes among the younger generation of geniuses and had no intention of staying.
"Good!"
Tang Sheng, Exceptional Talent from the Jade Palace Prefecture, responded and then disappeared from the spot.
In the blink of an eye, all the True Disciple and the top geniuses of the previous generation had left, leaving only a few people willing to stay and observe.
Ming Chanjuan was one of them.
"Senior Sister Ming!"
Seeing Ming Chanjuan stop, Pei Kong immediately had an idea. He clasped his hands and said, "With Senior Sister Ming here today, this matter will surely be resolved easily."
He wanted to drag this exceptionally powerful senior sister into the fray, so they could work together to stop the enemy.
Of course, this was not because he was rash, but because he had heard that Jiang Pingping was arrogant and had offended this person.
Ming Chanjuan remained indifferent and ignored them, but her decision to stay behind instead of going deeper with the others also represented a stance.
Ahead, Zhang Yang glanced at the aloof Ming Chanjuan and transmitted his voice, "Why bother with Ming Chanjuan? With you and me joining forces, how could we possibly fail?"
In fact, he was confident that he could hold off the enemy on his own, and calling Pei Kong to join him was just to be on the safe side.
Thump!
A melodious Dao Sound drifted over, and the last rays of the sun slowly arrived.
The two men immediately adopted solemn expressions, exuding a strong sense of Daoist aura.
Pei Kong was filled with hatred upon seeing his enemy and couldn't help but want to take action, but Zhang Yang stopped him.
"I'm enough on my own. You keep an eye on things from behind. This person has also practiced the Void Method, just like you. He's too slippery; I'm afraid he'll escape."
"Can."
Pei Kong nodded.
Although his opponent was only one rank higher than him in the sequence of True Disciple, his strength was much greater. He had already mastered 40% of the Order and was currently at a critical juncture. As long as he underwent another violent transformation, he would be able to contend with a true saint.
To be able to contend with a true saint is proof of strength, and the world's top geniuses are all among them.
People like Liu Ruhai Yan Kai belong to this level.
The Lower True Disciple are all in this field.
However, Ming Chanjuan, who is among the top three, is even more formidable, with her strength almost approaching that of Upper True Disciple.
Thinking of this, Pei Kong gritted his teeth again. If he hadn't been defeated by Jiang Pingping back then, how could his resources have been reduced? If he could enter the Heavenly Heart Cave again, he could break the fourth level of Order.
Knock knock knock!
At this moment, Jiang Ping slowly stepped forward, with Dao flowers blooming beneath his feet and a rainbow bridge appearing spontaneously. On one side, All Things Flourish, and on the other side, all things perished, as if the Samsara Dao Lord of Reincarnation had descended upon the mortal world, exceptionally sacred.
Pei Kong felt a pang of jealousy; the more he looked at the other person, the more displeased he became. To act like this even while traveling—wasn't he afraid of being struck by lightning?
"Kill!"
The next moment, Zhang Yang didn't utter a single word before taking action.
Jiang Ping raised an eyebrow; he had already noticed their actions.
Both of them had joined Alliance Dao Hearer's True Disciple plot, and with Ming Chanjuan, with whom he had some minor conflicts, by his side, their motives were easy to guess.
Suddenly, he glanced sideways and saw a little guy crossing the line again, looking expectant.
"Could it be that Ye Xingchen is behind preventing me from entering the ruins today?"
Jiang Ping's eyes turned cold.
Boom!
At that moment, the heavens and earth trembled, and all things surged and roared.
Zhang Yang unleashed a devastating Killing move right from the start. He threw a punch, imbued with Heavenly Dao energy, the surging power nearly shattering the heavens.
In an instant, everything withered, and all the vitality gathered in this one fist.
This is an extreme Offensive Techniques from Qingling's "Longevity Art," capable of seizing the All Things Flourish for its own use. Once an enemy makes contact, the slightest carelessness will result in the loss of their life force and lifespan.
In terms of ability, it is similar to Jiang Ping's "Sword of Extinction," but this Fist Technique is more terrifying and also involves time.
In a daze, Jiang Ping's temples turned gray. The overwhelming Qi Mechanism almost made him lose his composure, and his strength nearly went out of control.
He was quite moved; this was Wonderful Method Qingling never passed on, and it was definitely powerful enough.
Moreover, the opponent has already broken through the fourth level in terms of Order. If this person had stepped forward in the selection in the past, even if he used the Years Sword, he probably wouldn't have much of a chance of winning.
Buzz!
As if the gods were chanting, Jiang Ping used the power of Rebirth from the Samsara Technique to restore himself.
Immediately afterwards, his figure became vast and boundless, emanating a dense, invisible Dao Light.
In the blink of an eye, he vanished from the world.
Now that Jiang Ping is a Past Body, it is not advisable for him to engage in combat and exhaust himself.
"Coward!"
Zhang Yang snorted coldly, as if he had punched cotton, powerful but with nowhere to vent his anger.
Ming Chanjuan, standing behind, glanced sideways at a certain spot, her expression subtly changing.
"I heard that this person only demonstrated a little over 20% of the Void Path at the selection meeting, but judging from the vast light he emitted, there seems to be a discrepancy. Did he conceal his true abilities in the Void Path?"
On the other side, Pei Kong sneered and charged towards where Ming Chanjuan was looking, speaking as he used his abilities:
"You have nowhere to hide before me!"
His body swelled, his Blood Qi surged, and endless lightning crackled around him. His fists shattered Mountains and Rivers, and the overwhelming Fist Light almost pierced through the sky.
Jiang Ping's figure materialized from several layers of Void. If he wanted to leave, the one most likely to stop him was Pei Kong.
Thinking of this, his robes fluttered, and his arms bulged, revealing clearly defined muscles.
Jiang Ping instantly felt a connection between his body and spirit, and threw a punch in return, as if they were clashing head-on.
"Without the Sword of Ten Thousand Laws, how can you withstand this punch from me?"
Pei Kong coldly retorted. As True Disciple of Qingling, his strength was by no means weak. His opponent dared to underestimate him when surrounded by powerful figures, and was even unwilling to use the Sword of Ten Thousand Laws.