White Rainbow Palm Power

The shrill whistling of cannonballs and the air-piercing shrieks of crossbow bolts merged into a deafening roar, crashing down like a torrential downpour.

Wang Xuan had just fully unleashed the White Rainbow Palm Power in his mind, and the realization of "pure yang transforming into clarity, and clarity reaching its zenith to return to white" surged forth wildly. The force of the White Rainbow Palm Power did not belong to yin or yang; it was an invisible internal energy of pure yang transforming into clarity, containing a divine intent that was clear, serene, pure, and sharp. It was specialized in breaking hard-body skills, having a near-perfect counter-effect against techniques like the Indestructible Diamond Divine Skill. Before it, the masculine and tyrannical Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms seemed like nothing more than a raw recruit.

The system panel displayed the complete information for this technique:

[Technique: White Rainbow Palm Power. Traits: White Rainbow Piercing the Sun, No Trace to Follow, Cleansing Marrow and Clarifying Turbidity]

White Rainbow Piercing the Sun: The palm strikes like a rainbow, moving with extreme speed for a guaranteed kill. No Trace to Follow: The force curves and straightens at will, coming and going without a trace, making it impossible for opponents to defend against. Cleansing Marrow and Clarifying Turbidity: Practicing this palm technique purifies the meridians of impurities, making one's internal energy increasingly refined.

He had no time to savor the details; the cannonballs were already upon him.

Wang Xuan lifted his right hand, and the White Rainbow Palm Power surged out. Instead of meeting the force head-on, the invisible energy curved in mid-air like an unseen whip, wrapping around the side of an iron ball and giving it a gentle flick.

The iron ball was sent flying back along its original path, moving even faster than before. It spun with a sharp, piercing whistle, slamming into the ranks of the Brocade Guard like a black meteor, inciting a chorus of screams and a spray of flesh and blood.

"Dodge!"

The crowd erupted into chaos instantly. Screams pierced the sky as everyone scrambled to the sides, pushing and shoving in a frantic, disorganized mess.

Someone slipped and was shoved hard to the ground. The surging tide of people behind them couldn't stop in time, and a dense forest of feet trampled straight over them. Pitiful, shrill screams rose one after another, mixed with cries and curses, instantly drowning out the entire street.

An iron ball slammed into the ground with a thunderous "boom" that shook the earth. A gruesome crater was blasted into the stone pavement, and gravel rained down like shrapnel. Even more horrifying, severed limbs and shattered bone fragments were launched into the air by the shockwave, only to crash back down into the panicked crowd, triggering a new wave of heart-wrenching wails that were too gruesome to behold.

This was the limitation of the Great Ming. The cannons of this era were still loaded with crude iron and lead balls, propelled solely by the force of gunpowder. They relied entirely on raw kinetic energy to inflict damage; how could they compare to the high-explosive shells of later generations that detonated on impact and sprayed shrapnel?

The Royal Clan had descended over a year ago; why had they never improved gunpowder technology? It was likely because they knew better than anyone else that once such a weapon of mass destruction was created, there was no guarantee who it would be pointed at.

The White Rainbow Palm Power was naturally capable of curving and straightening at will, leaving no trace. It pierced through hardness and bypassed softness. Using such an exquisite palm technique to swat away these iron lumps was truly using a sledgehammer to crack a nut. As the palm wind rose, the incoming cannonballs were forcibly swatted back along their original paths, whistling as they returned to sender.

The formation of the Brocade Guard collapsed instantly. Those cannonballs, swatted back, followed their original trajectories and slammed into their own artillery positions. Thunderous explosions rang out one after another; it was their own cannons destroying their own troops, leaving soldiers scattered and mangled in a spray of blood and gore.

The formation was in total disarray. Some fled in panic, clutching their heads; some huddled in corners, trembling; some simply lay on the ground, feigning death; while others were trampled underfoot by the chaotic mob, crying for their parents and wailing in agony, looking utterly pathetic.

The pressure on Wang Xuan's side eased instantly, but the Grandmaster players not far away were thrown into a panic by the flying cannonballs and crossbow bolts. They had to struggle to block the frontal attacks while constantly guarding against stray projectiles from unknown directions. Their movements gradually lost their rhythm, and the openings in their defenses became increasingly obvious.

"Opportunity."

A sharp glint flashed in Wang Xuan's eyes. The invisible force field of the Energy Absorption Technique expanded suddenly, like a seamless giant net, instantly enveloping the nearest Grandmaster player.

That player was in the middle of swatting away a stray crossbow bolt, his stance not yet stabilized, when his body suddenly stiffened. The internal energy circulating within him began to surge outward uncontrollably, like a burst dam, and his aura withered instantly.

He moved slightly, clearly sensing the anomaly within him, and tried his best to mobilize his remaining internal energy to break free from this powerful suction. But Wang Xuan's White Rainbow Palm Power had already arrived. White Rainbow Piercing the Sun—it moved with the speed of lightning. The invisible energy bypassed his hastily raised guard and landed lightly on his chest.

There were no external injuries; even his clothes remained completely intact, without a single tear.

But the next second, he spat out a mouthful of scalding blood that splashed onto the ground, a shocking sight. His internal organs had already been shattered by the energy that had penetrated his body.

The suction of the Energy Absorption Technique, taking advantage of his weakened state, surged to its peak, locking onto him like an irresistible force.

His internal energy, his surging blood, his very life force, and even the fragments of martial arts insights remaining in his mind were forcibly extracted by this suction, leaving not a single trace behind.

In just a few short breaths, a living, breathing person withered rapidly under Wang Xuan's suction, eventually turning into a pile of fly ash that scattered with the wind. Only an empty set of clothes remained, drifting lightly to the ground, silent and still.

"The fourth."

Wang Xuan's voice was calm. Before the words had even faded, a crossbow bolt as thick as a child's arm shot out from the smoke and dust, whistling through the air as it aimed straight for his heart.

He didn't even turn his head. With a backhanded palm, he tapped the shaft of the bolt lightly. The White Rainbow Palm Power traveled backward along the smooth shaft, instantly reaching the heavy crossbow three zhang away. With a loud "crack," the entire crossbow was shaken into pieces and fell apart.

In the chaos of flying wood splinters, another Grandmaster player seized the opportunity to lunge from the side.

He was wrapped in a drab, coarse cloth garment that looked unremarkable, but his face was hideous and terrifying. His cheekbones were high and protruding, his cheeks sunken, and his skin was covered in dark purple scars, layer upon layer. His lips were swollen and everted; his entire face was so twisted that his original features were barely recognizable.

His palms glowed with an eerie, dark green hue, and the palm wind he unleashed carried a sweet, fishy stench that was pungent and nauseating. It was a rare and vicious poison technique.

Thousand Spider Myriad Poison Hand!

This poison technique was sinister and bizarre. Practitioners had to feed poisonous spiders with their own essence blood and then refine the spider venom into their bodies. The deeper the poison, the stronger the palm power, but the cost was the total destruction of one's appearance, leaving one looking monstrous.

Facing the sneak attack, Wang Xuan's expression remained unchanged. Without turning his head, he reached his left palm behind him. The Energy Absorption Technique was unleashed at full power, and a violent suction swept out, causing even the surrounding air to distort.

The Grandmaster player's palms had barely touched three inches from Wang Xuan's back when they were firmly locked by the suction, as if caught in an invisible web. The more he struggled, the tighter he was bound, his strength completely sapped.

His expression changed drastically, his hideous face twisting even further, his eyes filled with fear and unwillingness. Dark green poisonous internal energy surged from his palms, trying to drill into Wang Xuan's body along the suction, attempting to counter-attack with the virulent poison.

He let out a hoarse roar. The bone-chilling, marrow-sucking pain of the Energy Absorption Technique swept through his entire body, nearly driving him insane. The spider venom internal energy he had accumulated over years poured out like a flood, being continuously drained away.

As the virulent energy entered his body, Wang Xuan felt his arm meridians burning as if by boiling oil. Wherever the poisonous energy passed, the walls of his meridians were corroded into tiny blisters. He frowned slightly, but remained steady.

The masculine internal energy of the Indestructible Diamond Divine Skill moved first, evaporating large swaths of the poison like a raging fire. The Arhat Demon-Subduing Divine Skill followed closely behind, wrapping around the remaining toxins and repeatedly grinding and purifying them.

The life force of the Divine Illumination Scripture circulated through the damaged meridians, rapidly healing the corroded tissue. The new tissue was even tougher than before, and soon, everything was restored to its original state.

The three divine skills alternated in tacit coordination, filtering and refining the poisonous energy. The impurities were expelled through his pores as black smoke, while the remaining refined energy was swallowed by the Energy Absorption Technique, merging into his dantian to be used as his own.

The entire refining process took no more than two breaths—clean and efficient.

"The fifth."

Wang Xuan moved like a fish in water, combining Reed Crossing River with Snow-Treading Traceless, weaving through the smoke and dust like a ghost.

Whenever he saw an opening, he struck with the White Rainbow Palm Power, specifically targeting the weaknesses of hard-body techniques.

The Energy Absorption Technique never stopped. The force field expanded and contracted, constantly tugging at his opponents' internal energy and blood, making their movements slower and more laborious. When someone tried to run, he would strike them in the back; the White Rainbow Palm Power would pierce through skin and flesh to shatter their heart meridians, draining them dry before they even hit the ground.

Some tried to fight to the death, burning their essence and blood to charge at him, only for him to dodge sideways and grab them by the crown of their heads, sucking them into mummies while still in mid-air. Others were wounded by stray projectiles and staggered backward; Wang Xuan couldn't even be bothered to strike them with his palms, instead grabbing at the air and using suction to drag them over, silencing them before they even hit the ground.

Half an hour later.

The roaring sound of artillery fire finally began to subside. Thick smoke and dust billowed across the street, blotting out the sky, while the choking scent of gunpowder mixed with the smell of earth permeated every inch of the air. Residual ripples of internal energy lingered among the broken walls and ruins, and the stone pavement beneath his feet was covered in cracks, a scene of devastation left behind by the slaughter.

Wang Xuan stood in the center of the smoke and dust, his skin glowing with a brilliant golden luster, resembling a Buddha cast in solid gold, his aura as heavy and steady as a mountain.

His clothes had long since been shredded by artillery fire and energy blasts, the tattered fabric hanging down to reveal a muscular upper body covered in fine scars yet still standing tall. Those wounds were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and on the ground around him, only a few scraps of clothing shredded by internal energy remained, testifying to the intensity of the battle that had just taken place.

The dozen or so Grandmaster experts he had just slain provided him with an unimaginably massive harvest. A vast, almost violent surge of internal energy rushed and surged through his meridians, as if it wanted to break through his physical limitations and burst his body apart; meanwhile, the scorching, churning blood energy within him, coordinated by the operation of three divine skills, washed over his meridians again and again, repairing the damage.

The Divine Illumination Scripture, in particular, was a heaven-defying healing art; a continuous stream of vitality surged from his dantian, permeating his limbs and bones. Combined with the tyrannical tempering of the Indestructible Diamond Divine Skill, every inch of his flesh was being repeatedly refined by internal energy and blood energy, becoming increasingly indestructible.

Such abundant internal and blood energy ignited a strong desire to break through in Wang Xuan's heart. He even felt faintly that he had touched the shackles of the Ninth Heaven of Grandmaster, and that he was only one step away from breaking through the barrier and stepping into the supreme realm of Great Grandmaster.

Yet, no matter how he urged his internal energy or stirred his boiling blood energy to frantically assault that bottleneck, his body and cultivation remained completely unmoved. That bottleneck was as towering, heavy, and indestructible as the ancient Mount Buzhou; no matter how hard he tried, he could not shake it in the slightest.

Wang Xuan refused to give up and gathered all his strength once more to strike at the bottleneck, but he only heard a muffled thud from within his body. A violent backlash of force rebounded from the bottleneck, shaking his blood and qi until they surged, leaving a sweet taste in his throat as he nearly vomited blood.

His heart tightened, and he instantly understood that it was impossible. This was not because his strength was insufficient, but because the rules of the Heavens Tower were secretly restricting him. The peak combat power of the second floor was fixed at the Grandmaster realm; to break through to Great Grandmaster, one had to step into a higher-level martial arts world to break free from these shackles.

However, this battle was not without its surprises.

Each of those dozen Grandmaster experts held quite a few unique divine skills and secret techniques in their hands. Among them were some exquisite and profound martial arts that even the knowledgeable Wang Xuan couldn't help but find impressive, secretly rejoicing at the rich harvest of this trip.

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