This Venue Isn't Big Enough
What Southern Han?
Liu Yan looked at Chu Tianshu with an unfriendly expression.
"My ancestors were from Pengcheng, Great Han was the legitimate succession of the Liu family. The Great Han is the Great Han."
The sound of cars could be heard again on the mountain road.
Several black cars sped up and came to an abrupt stop in the area behind Liu Yan.
A dozen or so men in suits hurriedly got out of the car, came to Liu Yan's side, and knelt on one knee.
Although they were all wearing suits, some were wearing gray suits, while others wore sapphire blue ties. Their hair was gray, and judging from their age, they didn't look like professional bodyguards; they must be people of considerable status and wealth.
They were clearly extremely subservient to Liu Yan; after kneeling, the leader in the gray suit said, "Your Majesty, we are late."
"Not a king, but an emperor. You should call him Your Majesty. Hmph, barbarians, truly foolish."
Liu Yan could clearly understand the Goryeo spoken by these people, but he himself was not speaking the local language, and there was no translator with him.
Judging from their micro-expressions, the people kneeling on the ground only barely understood, yet they quickly nodded in response to the gray-suited man's actions.
"Fine, I was traveling by carriage anyway. It's all that little beast's fault for changing our location from the seaside. I've already dealt with that wretched creature."
Liu Yan glanced at the severed head on the ground, then looked at Chu Tianshu.
"However, he only left the beach to guide you, right? How dare you speak so disrespectfully to me? Which of you will go and test his mettle on my behalf?"
When Liu Yan spoke, he didn't even look at the people kneeling beside him.
The kneeling crowd exchanged a quick glance, and the stout old man in the blue tie immediately stood up.
"Your humble servant Park Ok-gang, is willing to join forces with my younger brother to give it a try."
Upon hearing this, the man in the gray suit turned pale and silently uttered a Goryeo curse.
Judging from his appearance, although they are brothers, the man in the gray suit couldn't wait to test his older brother's strength first.
Liu Yan praised, "You have courage, but you're not arrogant. Good, you two go and give it a try."
The stout old man immediately took a few steps forward, and bowed to both the Sect Leader Yeming and Chu Tianshu, showing some politeness.
The man in the gray suit didn't stand out in the open.
But Chu Tianshu, with his keen insight, saw it long ago.
Just as the stout old man took a few steps forward, the man in the gray suit quietly shrank behind him, moving nimbly and following him like a shadow.
The man in the gray suit placed his left hand on a vital acupoint on his brother's back, but dared not do anything underhanded, only providing support with his internal energy.
"Please accept!!"
The stout old man gave a low shout, clasped his hands together, and his already large belly became even more conspicuous, causing the buttons on his clothes to be pulled tight.
Despite her large belly, there was no sign of sagging; instead, it was perfectly round, like a large pearl or the belly of a vase.
Before Chu Tianshu went abroad, he asked Helai for a lot of information about the cultivation world in South Korea.
Although he couldn't recognize the specific individuals, he could identify some widely circulated magical systems and the most renowned martial arts schools.
The fat, burly old man was clearly practicing the "Treasure Vase Great Qigong," which has many branches in South Korea.
Many heretical sects, though they fabricate stories and create a new sect name for themselves, lack the ability to create their own methods; at most, they make slight modifications.
The records show that four heretical sects, whose names had absolutely no connection to Buddhism, once clashed using the same Buddhist martial arts.
After practicing the "Treasure Vase Great Qigong", one not only gains strong defense and keen alertness, but also becomes particularly adept at injuring people from a distance with exhaled breath.
Cult leaders who practice this skill find it very suitable for demonstrating miracles.
Once this skill is mastered, the internal energy mixed with the turbid air exhaled from the mouth is actually more powerful than any attack method involving punches and kicks.
Park Ok-gang clearly wanted to use this tactic, but he was just putting on a brave face.
The Sect Leader Yeming snorted, "You claim to be here to form an alliance, yet you kill my subordinates and attack my distinguished guests. Is this your sincerity?"
The cult leader's sleeves fluttered in the wind, clearly indicating he intended to make a move again.
Park Ok-gang's expression tightened, and he gathered a full breath of True Qi, ready to use it to indirectly resist the cult leader.
Chu Tianshu smiled at that moment.
"Master, there's no need to be angry. If they want to test me, then I'll test them in return."
Chu Tianshu was still holding an orange in his left hand, and when he raised his right hand, a loud buzzing suddenly rang out in the courtyard.
The foundation of this villa is reinforced with a large amount of steel bars, and the surrounding walls are also high and thick.
As he raised his hand, countless silvery-white specks of light suddenly surged from the wall and the ground, crashing into his palm.
A surge of black energy spontaneously emanated from his palm.
Cold and dark, silvery white, the two energies collided, and in his hand, they spun like Taiji.
Park Ok-gang's expression changed, and he no longer cared about the Sect Leader Yeming, so he opened his mouth and spat.
A three-foot-long, bright white beam of energy, as thick as a human fist, shot out with a bang and crashed into Chu Tianshu.
The flowerbed in the courtyard is planted with many low green shrubs and a few tall flowering trees.
The beam of energy swept through the air, creating a current that caused many branches of flowering trees to bend towards Chu Tianshu.
With such skill, he could be considered a first-rate figure in South Korea, but unfortunately, he had to submit to Liu Yan.
As Chu Tianshu faced the scene of branches bending towards him and white light piercing through the air, he slightly raised his right hand and spat out a breath from his palm.
The small Taiji diagram suddenly erupted with thunderous sound.
The silver-white and cold black colors suddenly spun and expanded, instantly destroying the aura of the treasure bottle, and crashed out at high speed.
Park Ok-gang had no time to dodge. He saw the Taiji symbol, which was larger than his whole body, suddenly collide with him. He mustered all his strength and raised his hand to block it.
Thump!!!
His arms suddenly bent and slammed into his chest, flattening his large belly, and he stumbled backward, dragging his gray suit jacket behind him.
The dark aura of sorrow and the steel energy intertwined like Taiji, ignited by the force of the Palm Thunder.
Today's move, "Toad Art Palm Thunder," is no longer part of the original manual.
The power of that palm strike was more than ten times stronger than when he had simply Palm Thunder.
Liu Yan sensed something was wrong, and his left hand swelled up like a fan, instantly landing on the back of the gray suit.
The man in the gray suit was already rather thin and short.
When Liu Yan enlarged his hand, it almost completely covered half of the back of the gray suit jacket.
His broad, steady, and incredibly resilient strength caused his hand to sway slightly, bringing both of them to a stop simultaneously.
The Taiji symbol, with its metallic sheen, dissolved into the air and vanished.
Fortunately, Liu Yan's two top fighters were not blasted into pieces.
But as soon as Liu Yan let go, the two men collapsed to the ground, mouths agape, eyes wide, speechless.
Their meridians were shattered by the shock, and their martial arts were ruined. Unless they had a miraculous encounter, even if they tried to rebuild their skills, it would only be a matter of twice the effort for half the result.
Click! Click! Click!!
At that moment, a series of tiny popping and breaking sounds came from the flowering trees and shrubs in the courtyard.
The trees were originally bent by the energy of the treasure bottle, but as soon as the steel Taiji diagram moved, all the energy flow reversed.
The branches could not withstand such a drastic change and broke off one after another, scattering flowers and leaves everywhere.
One of the trees even cracked its trunk and fell down.
Liu Yan stared at the two people on the ground for a while, then looked at Chu Tianshu.
"Hahaha!"
He suddenly laughed, "Good, my two beloved generals are commendable for their courage, they will surely be rewarded."
"You crushed them with a single blow, so you're qualified to be an ally."
The Sect Leader Yeming's eyes flickered, and he smiled, introducing, "Your Majesty, let me introduce you. This is Layman Tian from the Great Ming."
"There are only seven groups in total. The other four are divided into good and evil factions, while the three of us have already joined forces. If things go as expected, we are already the strongest group among the seven."
The Sect Leader Yeming was very pleased.
"I never expected it to go so smoothly. It seems we share the same vision, making our interactions effortless."
"Come, come, I have plenty of fine wine here. Let's drink and chat."
Chu Tianshu also smiled, threw the remaining orange into his mouth, chewed it haphazardly, and swallowed the juice.
"We've certainly made a good start, but I feel that this lineup isn't enough."
As the Sect Leader Yeming was leading Liu Yan into the courtyard, he heard this and asked, "Any more insightful opinions?"
"Although we are strong, finding the other four as soon as possible will not be easy."
Chu Tianshu chuckled softly, "But I've heard that there are many sects in Busan that follow different paths from the orthodox ones."
"They are heretics, and we are their ancestors. Why don't we find a way to make them all serve our ancestors?!"
(End of this chapter)