"Boom boom boom..."
A series of booming sounds echoed across the Mount Song Sword Sect Sect's training ground. The chilling and vicious palm strikes clashed and bombarded the blood-red Shenron, making the entire training ground seem like Asura battlefield of carnage.
The martial arts practitioners around them retreated again and again until they were more than a hundred feet away before they could barely regain their footing. They all stared in horror at the two figures fighting in the arena.
"Is this the power of Xiantian Grandmaster? It is indeed terrifying!"
"That Xie Feng is truly terrifying. It's said that he was only Grandmaster Realm a few months ago, but since being subdued by Zhu Yanzu, he has undergone a complete transformation, his strength has increased by leaps and bounds, and now he can even go toe-to-toe with Xiantian Grandmaster like Zuo Yihan!"
"Is the overseas martial arts world really that terrifying? If a mere subdued subordinate can be this powerful, how terrifying must the Sword God Ximen Chuixue, who has yet to appear, be?"
The astonished martial arts practitioners discussed the battle, which had completely shattered their previous understanding of martial arts masters. The Grandmaster Realm who had dominated the martial arts world in the past were nothing but trash in front of this Xiantian Grandmaster.
The aftershocks of a battle between the Grandmaster Realm martial artists usually only cover an area of a few feet, but the current fight between these two Xiantian Grandmaster has made them all afraid to approach within a hundred feet.
Even those martial arts practitioners who had witnessed Wang Hao's fight with Daoist Qingsong at the Mount Tai Sword Sect were still filled with shock.
That's incredibly powerful!
Meanwhile, the eight Confucian School patriarchs on the high platform all wore somber expressions, their old eyes flashing with cold light, yet also revealing a hidden sense of apprehension and worry.
They had already received intelligence about Xie Feng and knew very well that he was a true Grandmaster Realm cultivator a few months ago, and his combat strength was only average among martial artists of the same level.
But in just a few months, the opponent has reached such a terrifying level; such methods are truly horrifying.
The fact that Ye Gucheng had spread the secret method for breaking through to the Innate within the Mount Tai Sword Sect already made them very uneasy, and now that they saw Xie Feng make his move, their unease only intensified.
What shocked them most was the crimson energy that Xie Feng unleashed. That energy was completely different from true qi and also completely different from Innate Qi, but its power was extremely strong and terrifying.
This confirmed to them that the overseas martial arts world and the Heavenly Demon Sacred Cult truly existed, and that they clearly harbored ill intentions towards the Central Plains. If they were to launch a large-scale invasion, the Confucian School would undoubtedly be the first to bear the brunt.
Faced with such a being, the Confucian School's dominant position in the Central Plains, which it has maintained for over a thousand years, is likely to be in jeopardy!
Thinking of this, the eight Confucian School patriarchs looked even more sinister, but in their hearts they felt more helplessness and fear.
Just as the eight Confucian School patriarchs were deep in thought, Xie Feng suddenly abandoned his defense and attacked Zuo Yihan's chest with all his might. A blood-red Shenron burst forth, its power fierce and unparalleled.
Zuo Yihan had not expected Xie Feng to make such a move. In this situation, if he tried to dodge or block, he would be completely at a disadvantage against Xie Feng's relentless attacks.
If one persists in a defensive posture, defeat is only a matter of time.
However, Zuo Yihan was a man from a military background, and he also possessed a ruthless and decisive nature. In an instant, he made a decision, abandoning his defense and striking out with a palm. The cold and vicious palm force struck Xie Feng's chest.
The two were like sworn enemies with a deep-seated hatred, wanting to perish together.
The two palm strikes hit their opponent almost simultaneously. One figure staggered back several steps, while the other was sent flying, crashing onto the high platform in a sorry state, and even spitting out a mouthful of blood.
Standing steadily in the center of the field was Xie Feng. Although he had withstood Zuo Yihan's palm strike, he was Soldier Man with an extremely strong body defense, which even Wang Hao, now restored to his original form, might not be able to match.
Therefore, taking a direct hit from the palm is not a big problem. As for the insidious palm force that entered the body, it was immediately obliterated by the vast Tyrannical Dao Blood Sha within the body.
Therefore, he only suffered a minor injury just now, but it was different for Zuo Yihan on the other side.
"How... how could this be?"
Zuo Yihan coughed up a mouthful of blood, looked at Xie Feng, who was standing steadily in the arena, in disbelief. He could hardly believe that the other party had only taken a few steps back after taking his full-force palm strike, and did not show any signs of injury.
In comparison, his situation was far more miserable, so he lost this battle, and he lost completely!
Before Zuo Yihan could say anything, his expression suddenly changed. He quickly sat down cross-legged and began to circulate his internal energy to expel the blood-red energy that had broken through his protective aura and entered his body, while simultaneously repairing the internal organs that had been injured by the shock.
Unfortunately, the blood-red aura formed from that Blood Sha, murderous energy was not so easily dispelled.
In no time, Zuo Yihan's originally gray hair suddenly turned white rapidly, and the wrinkles on his face increased, indicating that his lifespan was being consumed rapidly.
Sensing something was wrong, the Confucian School expert stepped forward, placed his palm on Zuo Yihan's back, and used his internal energy to help him expel the bloody energy from his body.
After all, Zuo Yihan was his underling, and it was he who had secretly ordered Zuo Yihan to fight. Now that such a big problem had arisen, how could he ignore it?
But then the Confucian School scholar's expression changed, becoming very solemn.
After a moment's hesitation, the Confucian School expert drew the ancient sword hanging at his waist, channeled his inner energy, and slammed the sword's spine hard against Zuo Yihan's back. The powerful energy, transformed by the ancient sword, formed a higher-quality force, which was then forcefully blasted out of Zuo Yihan's body's crimson energy.
Although this brutal method would also injure Zuo Yihan, it was still much better than having his lifespan continuously consumed by that blood-red energy.
"Pfft!"
He coughed up another mouthful of blood, and a crimson aura returned from the sprayed blood mist to Xie Feng's body.
This scene made the expressions of the eight Confucian School Ancestral God even more gloomy. Clearly, the blood-red energy was more troublesome than they had imagined, which was not a good thing.
After all this commotion, Zuo Yihan's gray hair had almost completely turned white, and his face had many more wrinkles. Overall, he looked as if he had aged thirty years, giving off a sense of impending death.
This time, he suffered a huge loss!
"Hmph! With such meager strength, you dare to act like an old man? You wanted to know my ideal? Well, I'll tell you frankly, my ideal is—a world without beggars!"
With a disdainful snort, Xie Feng proudly stated his ideal.
This concept was proposed by his lord, and like the morning bell and evening drum, it made him realize his own mission, which should be the ultimate ideal of their Beggars' Sect.
It's important to understand that the Beggars' Sect is unlike any other gang or force; it's purely composed of beggars. Even if a heretic, the Clean Clothes Faction, appears within it, it's still essentially a group of beggars.
The number of beggars often reflects the strength or weakness of a country or a nation.
Therefore, only when the world is free of beggars can a prosperous era be truly realized.
As a Huaxia person, one should strive towards this goal, rather than trying to expand that so-called Beggars' Sect' Sect.
Therefore, what their Beggars' Sect' Sect leader should hope for most is that all Beggars' Sect members will return to good faith, rebuild their homeland, and become a lone general as soon as possible.
Therefore, he does not regret what he has done in the past few months; in fact, he feels very proud!
"There are no beggars in the world!"
"There are no beggars in the world!"
"There are no beggars in the world!"
The Beggars' Sect' Sect members who followed Xie Feng up the mountain shouted excitedly, their faces filled with fanaticism.
They were all moved by Xie Feng's ideas and thus voluntarily followed him.
Having come from humble beginnings as beggars themselves, no one could understand the tragic lives of beggars better than them, especially during a time when even the Beggars' Sect was corrupt and decadent, making it difficult even for able-bodied people to survive.
Having experienced such a tragic life, no one longed for a peaceful and stable life more than they did. Therefore, they were determined to follow the leader of the Xie Feng Gang and strive to disband the Beggars' Sect as soon as possible, so as to realize the Dali of a world without beggars.
These roars shocked the martial arts practitioners around them, and even the eight Confucian School patriarchs on the high platform fell silent.
No one could find fault with this idea, not even them.
The other side has already stood at the pinnacle of national righteousness. Anyone who dares to refute or belittle this idea will become the object of contempt by the entire Huaxia. Even the Confucian School, who are the hegemons of the Central Plains, dare not offend them.
"Puff!"
While recovering from his injuries, Zuo Yihan was provoked by the roars and coughed up another mouthful of blood, further aggravating his wounds.
Today was truly an incredibly unlucky day for him. The crimson energy that rushed into his body had already severely damaged his meridians and internal organs. Although the Confucian School expert's strike with the ancient sword expelled the crimson energy, it only worsened his injuries. Now, he was so enraged that he was spitting out blood, further aggravating his condition.
It will take at least ten years to recover, and he may even be left with incurable internal injuries. Forget about breaking through to the peak of the Peak Xiantian Grandmaster; he'll be lucky to even maintain his cultivation level.
So he really suffered a huge loss today!
If he had known this would happen, he would never have been born and returned to the Central Plains.
"Are there no beggars in the world?!"
Standing beside Wheel-Turning King, Zhu Yunlu's beautiful eyes gleamed with wonder as she murmured the phrase "There are no beggars under heaven."
She also had information about Xie Feng, and was able to analyze that this person had never had such lofty ambitions before, so there was only one reason.
It must have been suggested by that cheap older cousin!
This concept best aligns with the interests of the Old Zhu Household, since as the Da Ming Dynasty, they naturally hope that the people can live in peace and prosperity, and only in this way can their Da Ming Dynasty become more stable.
Unfortunately, many things don't go as planned.
The world has become what it is today not because they wanted it to be, but because of a combination of factors.
The lofty ideal of a world without beggars is undoubtedly the strongest manifestation of a prosperous era, a prosperous era that has never been achieved before.
Even the reigns of Qin Shi Huang, Emperor Wu of Han, Emperor Taizong of Tang, and Emperor Taizu of Song did not achieve this goal.
In those times, a prosperous era was considered one where the majority of the people did not starve, which was incomparable to the lofty ultimate ideal of a world without beggars.
This is an ideal that no school of thought has ever touched upon, not even the Confucian School, which is currently the dominant power in the Central Plains.
Because that would be too difficult and would also harm their own interests, the eight Confucian School patriarchs on the high platform remained silent and made no statement.
"Cold as ice, frigid as snow, the swordsman Ximen Chuixue has come to pay his respects!"
Just then, a voice without any emotional fluctuation came from the mountain gate, revealing a chilling aura that made everyone present tremble involuntarily.
Everyone turned their gaze toward the mountain gate at the foot of the mountain. Even the eight Confucian School patriarchs on the high platform stood up and looked down at the mountain path below.
Because the person they've been waiting for is finally about to show up!