29. Little Dragon Maiden: Oops, I accidentally used too much force! (Second update, please vote)

Little Dragon Maiden: Oops, I accidentally used too much force.

Only after Little Dragon Maiden's graceful figure landed lightly and without a trace atop the main hall of Chongyang Palace did everyone come back to their senses.

The Seven Taoists of Quanzhen frowned slightly, somewhat displeased with where Little Dragon Maiden had landed.

However, they also knew that now was not the time to dwell on such matters.

Dharma King Jinlun frowned deeply, his gaze toward Little Dragon Maiden filled with gravity.

This person's qinggong was so extraordinary; her cultivation must surely be beyond the ordinary.

Damn it, how could such a young girl possess such cultivation? Could it be that, like the Great Khan, she was blessed by the heavens!?

Dharma King Jinlun clenched his fists, feeling somewhat nervous.

He might have been arrogant, but he was not ignorant.

Though Little Dragon Maiden had yet to make a move, the methods she had displayed were already enough for Dharma King Jinlun to sense the enormous gap between them.

He could not win!

Faced with a battle he was bound to lose, Dharma King Jinlun naturally had no desire to continue.

Dharma King Jinlun was quite straightforward as well. He said directly, "Miss, your martial prowess reaches the heavens. You may be called the greatest person in the world, even more formidable than Wang Chongyang. I am sincerely convinced. As for today's matter, I, Dharma King Jinlun, admit defeat and shall take my leave at once."

As he spoke, he did not forget to dig a pit for Little Dragon Maiden.

Little Dragon Maiden's expression was icy as she gave a disdainful snort.

Dharma King Jinlun wanted to leave, but she was unwilling to let him.

Little Dragon Maiden had been happily staying home, either cultivating her martial arts or watching the amusing fools in the group joke around and act cute. From time to time, she could even score a few benefits from the big shots in the group. Her little life had been downright blissful.

Yet this incomparably comfortable life had suddenly been disrupted.

A whole group of people had inexplicably come looking for trouble with her. How could Little Dragon Maiden not be angry? How could she not be indignant?

She might not understand worldly affairs, but that did not mean she was stupid!

Little Dragon Maiden said, "It's too late to leave now."

Dharma King Jinlun's expression shifted slightly. "What do you mean by this, Miss? I have already admitted defeat. Why must you continue to press so aggressively?

"Everyone says that the heroes of the Great Song martial world are all bold and heroic. Hero Guo of Xiangyang in particular possesses peerless character. I came here out of admiration for the heroes of the Great Song martial world. Are you not afraid that your actions will invite ridicule from your fellow martial artists?"

In the Chat Group.

Little Yan Lingji: "(╬￣皿￣)=○, that old thief is truly too shameless.

"He deliberately came to trouble Sister Little Dragon Maiden, and now he wants to run away just by admitting defeat. Despicable! (〃＞皿＜).

"Sister Little Dragon Maiden, you absolutely must not let him go! Go kill the bastard! (╬￣皿￣)＝○＃(￣＃)３￣)"

Ip Man's expression was strange, as though ten million prairie beasts were stampeding through his heart.

Zhongnan Mountain, the Seven Taoists of Quanzhen, Great Song!

Ip Man had been born into a wealthy gentry family. Although he greatly enjoyed practicing martial arts, that did not mean he had neglected his studies. Thus, he knew something about Great Song and the Quanzhen Sect.

So, after seeing the scene before him, Ip Man could now be completely certain.

This was the Song Dynasty, damn it!

But did the Song Dynasty of history have all these strange martial artists?

Besides, if Little Dragon Maiden truly came from the Song Dynasty, did that mean he was chatting with her across time?

Ip Man's mind was a blank, and he was even somewhat at a loss.

He had known that everyone came from different worlds, and he knew there were true immortals in the group—beings even comparable to the Jade Emperor—but none of that had ever been this shocking.

The Song Dynasty, Great Song!

The Great Song Dynasty that had perished hundreds of years ago!

Little Dragon Maiden said coldly, "What do the heroes of the martial world have to do with me? I am merely a woman."

Dharma King Jinlun's lips moved, yet he did not know how to respond.

Damn it!

Confucius said that petty men and women were the hardest to deal with. It truly was not a lie.

Dharma King Jinlun cursed inwardly, then said with a cold expression, "Then what does Miss intend to do?"

Little Dragon Maiden said indifferently, "Take one move from me. If you survive, I will spare your life."

One move!

Dharma King Jinlun raised his brows slightly and looked at Little Dragon Maiden with some surprise, feeling much more at ease inside.

Although he knew that he could not compare to Little Dragon Maiden's martial cultivation, he did not believe he would fail to withstand even a single move from her.

After a brief moment of thought, Dharma King Jinlun decisively said, "Fine. Since Miss insists, I can only accompany you to the end."

As he spoke, he turned to Huo Du and the others and instructed, "All of you, stand back."

Huo Du respectfully acknowledged the order, then gave Little Dragon Maiden a complicated look, containing envy, jealousy, and shock.

Why did someone so young possess such unimaginable martial prowess?

He was utterly bewildered. Though he was somewhat worried for Dharma King Jinlun's safety, on second thought, with Dharma King Jinlun's cultivation, even if he could not win, this was only a one-move contest. At most, he would suffer minor injuries.

Huo Du led the many experts of the Mongol Empire back, watching the arena from afar.

Ma Yu also waved his hand, signaling for all the Quanzhen Sect Daoists to temporarily retreat and clear the open space in the arena.

For a time, on the vast plaza before Chongyang Palace, only Dharma King Jinlun remained standing in the arena.

He was tall and slender, dressed in loose monk's robes.

Under the howling wind, his robes fluttered loudly. Yet he stood as immovable as a mountain.

"Please."

Dharma King Jinlun held his golden wheel and spoke solemnly.

His voice rang like clashing metal, forceful and sonorous, displaying extraordinary inner power.

Little Dragon Maiden had a graceful figure. Having lived within the Ancient Tomb all year round, her skin was even fairer and more delicate than snow.

Dressed in a long white gauze gown, she stood above Chongyang Palace. The raging wind sent her dress drifting, while her beautiful hair flew freely behind her. She truly resembled a fairy descended from the Ninth Heaven.

Facing the fully prepared Dharma King Jinlun, Little Dragon Maiden was not the least bit nervous.

After spending two thousand points, Little Dragon Maiden felt as though she had undergone a transformation. Even she did not know what realm her cultivation had reached. She only felt that she was strong now—stronger than ever before—but had no clear sense of exactly how strong.

Of course, Little Dragon Maiden had never cared much about cultivation.

To her, cultivation was merely a game to pass the time.

Little Dragon Maiden's bright eyes gleamed as she glanced sideways at the solemn Dharma King Jinlun.

Then, her slender, jade-like arm lifted slightly. Her fair hand emerged from her wide sleeve and slowly pressed toward Dharma King Jinlun below.

Everyone who saw this was stunned.

Little Dragon Maiden stood a full thirty to forty meters away from Dharma King Jinlun. Even if Wang Chongyang were still alive, he would not have been able to injure someone with force alone from such a distance.

As for hidden weapons, at the level of martial artists like these, few experts would choose to use them.

Because their limitations were too great, and...

Suddenly, a deafening boom erupted from the plaza.

They looked toward the sound, only to see that more than half of Dharma King Jinlun's body had been hammered into the ground. Blood streamed from the shattered bluestone slabs and overturned earth.

Centered on Dharma King Jinlun, a delicate palm print three meters wide had appeared on the plaza, sunk roughly a foot deep into the originally level ground!

Most terrifyingly, the ground around the palm print remained perfectly flat!

Everyone's pupils constricted, their hearts violently spasming.

What kind of immortal technique was this?!

Chat Group.

Little Dragon Maiden: "Oh dear, I accidentally used too much force."

Little Yan Lingji: ""

Invincible Urchin Gu Santong: ""

Li Xunhuan: ""

Ip Man: ""