Absolute Power Crushes the First-Rank Hall

Dog-Beating Staff Technique.

Once Ye Zhuo calmed down, he grasped the whole situation.

The process of the Western Xia princess recruiting a husband is in full swing.

In such an environment.

Bearing his uncle's mission, Ye Zhuo also embarked on his journey.

[Main Quest Chain Now Open: Entering the Martial World - Part Two: Head to Western Xia and Uproot the First-Rank Hall]

[Quest Reward: Shenzhao Scripture (Perfect Version)]

The Western Xia First-Rank Hall was a powerful force.

If Dali has its own lineage of temples.

The Western Xia had its own martial arts sects.

In an era teeming with powerful individuals, there will always be countless people clashing with each other.

No one wanted to fall behind in the martial arts tradition.

Although the Ancient Martial World has declined, it still has extraordinary talents capable of standing at the pinnacle of martial arts.

Moreover, the Shenzhao Scripture is quite good. It can be said that it has the effect of Revive the Dead when the body is intact. However, in the present world, martial arts are already in a state of decline.

Another cultivation technique—for Ye Zhuo, it was naturally a free lunch.

Western Xia First-Rank Hall probably never expected this.

They're staying home just fine, still dreaming of roaming the world and dominating a region.

The enemy is already on their way.

Ye Zhuo left the Central Plains, traveling with Xu Zhu, Mu Wanqing, Zhong Ling, Plum, Orchid, Bamboo, and Chrysanthemum, and Wang Yuyan, who was crying with her eyes open.

In the blink of an eye, the Western Xia had arrived.

Ye Zhuo stopped as soon as he reached the door.

"Third brother, why aren't you going in again?"

Xu Zhu was a little puzzled; he had thought Ye Zhuo would go in immediately.

He, on the other hand, was single-mindedly searching for Menggu, who was no longer to be seen.

I have absolutely no such thoughts.

"That princess of Western Xia is said to be in love with someone named Menglang, but no one knows who Menglang is."

Ye Zhuo whispered something to Xu Zhu.

Xu Zhu was suddenly startled.

"Ah!"

He opened his eyes wide and had nothing more to say.

"Good brother, I must go and see this. We brothers will meet again after the meeting of the prince consort!"

Seeing Xu Zhu Ye Zhuo had no intention of becoming the prince consort, and hearing the phrase "Menglang," Xu Zhu was moved and determined to go and make a trip.

What if she were his Menggu? Wouldn't that be the best outcome?

"Good."

Ye Zhuo turned and looked towards the capital of Western Xia.

Although this place cannot compare to the wealth of the Central Plains, it is a land of fierce martial spirit.

The Western Xia First-Rank Hall is a royal family-run operation where members fight across the land and go wherever they please.

"Why doesn't Brother Duan become a prince consort?"

Zhong Ling looked puzzled.

"It's pointless. I came here to meet some experts from the Western Xia."

Ye Zhuo arrived outside the Western Xia First-Rank Hall.

Mu Wanqing, who had initially thought Ye Zhuo was going to become the prince consort, was no longer saddened.

Holding a long sword, he said, "If you want to fight a master from Western Xia, this place is naturally a good place. May I ask, Young Master Duan, who do you wish to fight?"

"From now on, call me Ye Zhuo, Brother Ye, or Young Master Ye!"

Ye Zhuo earnestly advised.

"Brother Ye broke up?"

Zhong Ling felt that something was amiss as she put the two thoughts together.

"Ye Lang."

Mu Wanqing turned her head and blinked, a blush creeping onto her cheeks.

"Lingmei, Wanmei, if I want to establish Demon Cult, I will naturally have to shoulder the responsibility of the entire sect by myself, and the battle I will wage will be against the entire Western Xia First-Rank Hall!"

One person challenging the entire Western Xia First-Rank Hall?

Mu Wanqing gave Ye Zhuo a serious look and stood behind him as quickly as possible.

"Never joke about Life-and-Death Dao."

"Nature."

Ye Zhuo stepped into the Western Xia First-Rank Hall, the people at the door, holding curved long knives, tried to stop him.

"Ye Zhuo of the Demon Cult Ye Zhuo from the First-Rank Hall has come to challenge us. I am willing to fight one hall by myself!"

With his profound skill, Ye Zhuo unleashed this roar using the Lion's Roar.

The shock immediately terrified all the experts of the First-Rank Hall, and some of the lesser-known, or even third- or second-rate, experts vomited blood and fainted.

The true energy, accumulated over three hundred years, was forged from numerous martial arts techniques and skills.

Its power and purity are unprecedented in history.

That shout nearly scared the experts of the First-Rank Hall out of their wits.

"Who dares to be so arrogant!"

That's exactly right.

The Western Xia First-Rank Hall is not without its own strength; some people do indeed use their internal energy to transmit sound over long distances. However, in terms of power and spirit, they are worlds apart from Ye Zhuo.

The claim that a message can travel a thousand miles is nothing but a pretext.

No matter how strong one's internal energy is, the range of sound transmission is still limited.

Unlike Ye Zhuo, whose shouts can knock people unconscious.

Let alone a thousand miles, even a hundred miles is enough to be called a master among Peak Expert.

Qianli Xude is Martial Arts Grandmaster in the Ancient Martial World.

"You're playing tricks! Get out here!"

Ye Zhuo stepped into the main hall, and no one stopped him as he marched straight in.

It makes sense; even with so many experts, some have been stunned, while others, unable to fight any longer, are hiding.

Even the most skilled individuals hidden in the shadows can only bluff.

Ye Zhuo quickly and arrived at a quiet courtyard in the blink of an eye.

At this point, no one approached, firstly because there was indeed no one else around, and secondly because the remaining people were powerless to stop them.

Only this courtyard was overgrown with weeds, as if no one had ever lived there.

In reality, it's like Sweeper Monk, a hidden expert, who has remained anonymous for years.

However, in terms of strength, no matter how strong this person is, he can only be considered a Peak Expert, and that's only when he's at his youngest.

As the saying goes, youth has the upper hand in boxing.

As long as one hasn't reached the Martial Arts Grandmaster, it's impossible to maintain undiminished vitality even at the age of one hundred.

There are no more Ganoderma lucidum or other medicinal herbs in the world, nor any primordial spiritual energy.

Martial artists rely on internal strength and vital energy.

However, it can only suffer losses without any replenishment. No matter how strong its internal strength is, it will eventually be defeated.

While the No-Move Triumphs Over Moves is exquisite, there's a moment when a person is too slow and their head will roll.

Three-Foot Qi Wall may seem intimidating, but even the Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms can overcome it with brute force after combining both hardness and softness.

Strength, speed, and inner strength are all indispensable for a true martial arts master.

"You actually found my residence. You are truly a promising young man. I wonder when the Central Plains martial arts world produced such a handsome master."

"No need for bluster, come out and take my blow."

Ye Zhuo didn't want to waste time; he only needed to defeat the old man in the house to complete the mission.

"As long as I wait here for the right opportunity, even if the sky falls and the earth collapses, the young man will be powerless to stop me."

In the path of martial arts, once you've cultivated to a similar level, you'll have the advantage of striking first.

If I remain unmoved, what can you do to me?

In the old man's mind, no matter how strong a martial arts master is, it is difficult to go any further at his level. It is just a matter of who can be faster, stronger, and have deeper internal strength.

"What level are you at? How dare you presume to talk about the path of martial arts?"

Ye Zhuo knew it was just another bluffing old bastard.

He immediately unleashed a palm strike, accompanied by a roaring dragon's cry.

A giant dragon suddenly roared up the courtyard, startling the old man hiding inside the house.

Looking up at the soaring dragon, Ye Zhuo force with his palm.

A single Dragon-Subduing Skill instantly seized him, rendering him immobile due to his powerful internal energy. He could only stare blankly at Ye Zhuo.

"Your internal strength is truly formidable, possessing the power to move mountains; you are Martial Arts Grandmaster!"

"We're not very familiar with each other, and whether someone is Grandmaster or not is none of your business."

With a slight exertion of force, Ye Zhuo unleashed sword energy from his fingertips, instantly taking the old man's life.

A head rolled to the ground.

The legacy of the Western Xia First-Rank Hall also dissipated.

Faced with absolute power, any rhetoric is nothing but empty talk.