Chapter Thirty-One: Carry the Flying Immortal to Roam, Embrace the Bright Moon to Long End!

Yin Ji used palm techniques. One palm surged like a tide, fierce beyond compare, sweeping over the heavens and earth as it bore down on He Heng.

He Heng didn't use the Longevity Sword. He used his fists. He knew that Water Mother Yin Ji was the first truly formidable opponent he had encountered in this world. Her martial arts were in no way inferior to those of Tie Zhongtang, Li Xunhuan, Shen Lang, Xie Xiaofeng, and the other Martial World Myths. His swordsmanship was strong, but it still fell a little short of Xie Xiaofeng's. He understood perfectly well that what he lacked wasn't skill, but a heart wholly devoted to the sword—something he could never achieve.

So today, he chose to fight with his fists. That was what he excelled at most. Weapons were said to be extensions of the body, but no matter how skillfully one wielded a weapon, how could it be better than one's own body?

Weapons were external things. He wanted none of them. He believed only in himself!

In an instant, his fist moved. His gaze was cold, like the Heavenly Dao surveying the vastness below. His fists surged with overwhelming force, blanketing the heavens and earth, as if chaos were being cleaved open, reincarnation never ceased, and the sun and moon revolved.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Hundreds, even thousands, of violent sonic booms rang out through the air in an instant. He Heng's fists moved like the heavens, his body like a startled swan. He seized the initiative, darting straight to Yin Ji's side.

Yin Ji's face was frosty, her gaze icy. She struck out with a vicious palm, as if rushing currents were surging and mountains and rivers were being overturned.

Whoosh!

Their fist and palm collided. He Heng felt an immense