Six Paths Divine Fist

Standing with his hands behind his back, Lin Huang raised his head to gaze at the sky.

Suddenly, ripples shivered through the void. In the blink of an eye, a slash streaked forward, a hundred-zhang swordlight unfurling to blot out the Sun and Moon. With no figure in sight, it hurtled toward Lin Huang's back.

Lin Huang didn't even turn around. He neither dodged nor evaded.

Rumble!

Swordlight crisscrossed the air, then vanished in a flash. A figure stood with his sword in hand, sneering disdainfully. "I thought you had some skill. Turns out you're nothing."

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The man shook his head, sheathed his sword, then sprang into the air, ready to let out a long howl and depart.

But the moment he moved, he suddenly felt a gaze fixed on his back, sharp as a blade and leaving him unable to eat or sleep in peace.

"He's still alive?!" the man murmured. Without turning around, he shifted his feet, instantly splitting into three thousand figures that darted and leaped in every direction.

In an instant, the sky and earth filled with three thousand figures. Each raised a sword and struck, then abruptly turned back to deliver a vicious blow. In the blink of an eye, three thousand swords flashed, each faster than the last. The figures overlapped, and at last, a hundred streams flowed into the sea, a thousand swords returned to one. It was a simple, single sword.

"Light-Splitting Shadow-Forming, Sword Rising to Heaven's Origin! Die!"

Clang!

A clear ring sounded. The man's face turned deathly pale, cold sweat dripping down.

"How could this be?! He blocked it!"

The three thousand swords had returned to one, while Light-Splitting Shadow-Forming had thrown his senses into disarray. It should have been an unexpected peak thrust, unstoppable in its force. Yet Lin Huang simply reached out and spread his five fingers, shrouding the heavens and earth. No matter how the man used Light-Splitting Shadow-Forming or Sword Rising to Heaven's Origin, Lin Huang swept down with one grasp, catching the swordlight and the blade in his palm.

"Too strong. I can't fight him. Retreat!"

The man made his decision without hesitation. When his attack failed, he immediately let go of his sword and fled, intent on escaping a thousand miles.

Ting!

Lin Huang flicked a finger. The sword shattered inch by inch. His gaze remained calm as he watched the man vanish into the void. "Light-Splitting Shadow-Forming, Sword Rising to Heaven's Origin. The Slaughter Path's ultimate techniques—I've learned from you."

After speaking in an even tone, Lin Huang opened his hand, clenched it into a fist, and punched the void without the slightest trace of effort. "You gave me a sword. I'll return a fist."

"This fist is called Wind!"

His words fell softly. His fist made no sound, drifting forward without a hint of force. A thousand zhang away, a scream suddenly rang out. The void shuddered, and a figure stumbled to the ground. He managed to turn back, his face full of disbelief.

"What kind of fist is that?"

"Six Paths Divine Fist. Wind Fist."

"Good. Good. What a Six Paths Divine Fist." The figure let out a harsh laugh, glaring at Lin Huang with venom. "Don't get smug. My senior brother, Qiu Xue, will avenge me!"

With that, his body shook. His entire form rose into the air without any wind, then was instantly sliced apart and scattered, vanishing like a fading image.

Lin Huang's gaze was indifferent. He paid no heed to the man's taunts. Lowering his head, he studied his palm and savored the feeling of Light-Splitting Shadow-Forming and Sword Rising to Heaven's Origin. A glimmer of understanding came to him. He raised his head and saw a burly figure approaching from a hundred zhang away, one step at a time.

His steps were heavy, each one like a mountain crashing down. The oppressive weight made the earth tremble and groan. His gaze steady, he looked at Lin Huang, then suddenly broke into a run.

Thud, thud, thud!

Each step struck the earth like a giant hammer, shaking the ground. Within a hundred zhang, every stone sprang into the air, then exploded with a bang.

Lin Huang calmly watched the man approach. His mind turned keen and clear, and he instantly recognized where the man came from.

"Earth Eight Extremes. A disciple of the Eight Extremes Fist Saint. Not bad."

The burly man didn't seem startled or alarmed that Lin Huang had recognized him. Steady as a mountain, he clenched his fist, raised his hand, and brought it crashing down.

Earth Eight Extremes—the ultimate technique created by the Eight Extremes Fist Saint.

It cleverly transformed the earth's weighty power until it reached the extreme. That was why it was called Earth Eight Extremes, hailed as the most forceful yet adaptable fist technique.

The fist came down without any apparent variation, but the moment Lin Huang moved his hand, it seemed to read his intentions in advance. It traced an arc, twisted around, then shot upward, slamming into Lin Huang's chest with even greater speed and ferocity.

The moment his fist landed, the burly man's expression turned solemn and sacred. His heavy body darted around within three feet of Lin Huang like a nimble monkey, unleashing a storm of attacks.

Fists, kicks, shoulder strikes, headbutts—every part of his body became a weapon for killing his opponent.

Boom, boom, boom!

The burly man attacked for ten breaths, throwing eight hundred and ninety-seven punches. He was certain that even a mountain of diamond-hard stone would be blown apart beneath his frenzied onslaught. Yet the feeling in his fists told him his opponent was still alive.

So the burly man forced himself to draw on another breath. He didn't dare stop and continued his furious assault.

Lin Huang remained expressionless as the burly man bombarded him. He didn't retreat a single step, carefully comprehending the mysteries of Earth Eight Extremes. A glimmer of understanding dawned on him.

"I'm done." The burly man suddenly backed away, panting. He was nearly spent. Earth Eight Extremes was the most forceful fist technique, and even with his strength, after throwing three thousand seven hundred and eighty punches, his hands had gone limp and he was close to collapsing.

"You're actually a Divine Body at the Great Completion stage. Damn it, who could beat you?" The burly man's face was deathly pale, his eyes full of shock. He couldn't believe it.

Lin Huang nodded. The burly man was straightforward and honorable, with a touch of boldness.

"You let me see Earth Eight Extremes. I'll show you one of my fists."

As he spoke, Lin Huang opened his hand, then grasped and clenched it. Before the burly man's horrified eyes, he swung his arm and punched, as though he had seized the entire earth and held it in his fist before hurling it at the burly man.

"What a terrifying fist!"

The burly man cried out, "What kind of fist is this?! It's so fierce and domineering!"

"This fist is called Earth," Lin Huang said calmly.

Boom!

The burly man was blown apart in an instant, leaving behind only the words, "Magnificent! I'll remember you. Once I master Heavenly Eight Extremes, I'll come find you again."

Lin Huang turned around. Behind him, seven people who had come together swallowed hard and stared at him in alarm.

"I know the man who was just blown apart with one punch. He was a disciple of the Eight Extremes Fist Saint."

"I know him too. I ran into him in the first qualifying round. He was incredibly fierce. I never expected him to be blown apart with one punch."

"That guy's too powerful. We'd better not provoke him."

"What nonsense are you spouting? We're lucky this time—all seven of us brothers ended up together. If we don't take the chance to sweep away some powerful enemies, will we just wait until later to get ourselves killed?"

"Exactly. No matter how strong he is, can he beat the seven of us working together? Hmph! As long as we fight together, everyone else will be the ones afraid of us. Everyone, form the formation!"

The seven discussed it quietly for a moment, then made their decision. Their figures flickered as each took up a position, surrounding Lin Huang.

"A battle formation." Lin Huang nodded, intrigued.

"Seven Star Lamp Lighting! Big Dipper Divine Chief!" The seven surrounded Lin Huang and called out in low voices, each moving in sync as they formed their array.

Lin Huang immediately recognized their origin. "The True Martial Dojo. The Big Dipper Seven Star Formation."

The True Martial Dojo was also a renowned Sacred Land. But after the True Martial Great Saint died, it fell from the ranks of the Ten Great Sacred Lands. Its strength was still not to be underestimated, especially its battle formations. The Yin-Yang Sword Formation, Three Talents Sword Formation, Five Elements Sword Formation, and Big Dipper Seven Star Formation were all peerless battle formations famous throughout the Myriad Worlds.

It was said that even cultivators of only General Rank could fight a Marquis Rank with two people, or a King Rank with seven, as long as they formed the True Martial Dojo's battle formations.

That was why Lin Huang was immediately interested in the Big Dipper Seven Star Formation.

"Alkaid!"

With a loud shout, the seven activated the formation and struck with their swords. Seven swords shone like Alkaid; in an instant, they seemed like a starry river falling from the sky. Swordlight filled his vision, brilliant stars appearing one after another. Each beam of light was a sword.

The light was boundless, and so were the swords.

"It really has some tricks." Eager to test it, Lin Huang didn't block or dodge. He took a single, decisive step straight into the starlight and swordlight.