Mountain Collapse Meets Sea-Drying, the Dragon of Great Yuan

The fine snow continued to fall, and the snowfall seemed to be gradually increasing.

The old eunuchs and palace maids guarding the perimeter, seeing the sudden change in the main hall, were about to approach when they suddenly felt their internal energy stirring. Greatly alarmed, they quickly retreated and watched from a distance.

They could only see a stranger with a sword blocking the entrance to the main hall.

Yan Tiemu'er could see Chu Tianshu's face directly.

Chu Tianshu smiled, his eyebrows and eyes were sharp and clean, and he had a bright and cheerful temperament. His hair and clothes fluttered in the wind.

However, compared to the subtle folds and movements of his hair and clothing...

His longsword, pointing diagonally at the ground, seemed excessively stable.

The wind blows, as if slicing through something with a sword; the snow drifts by, as if afraid to touch the sword.

This stability gave his clear, bright smile a terrifying sharpness.

Therefore, Yan Tiemu'er had to make his move just before his anger reached its peak but before he lost control.

He attacked in a flash, fueled by rage, his strike as powerful as a god's, radiating immense might.

If he had been a fraction of a second later, and had acted out of rage, Chu Tianshu would have seen through his fatal flaw.

Guh!!

The pool of blood was only waist-deep, which didn't seem like much, but the pool itself was actually quite large.

The blood surged forward with a roar, almost forming a small mountain, blocking the path between Yan Tiemu'er and Chu Tianshu.

The crimson hue obscured Yan Tiemu'er's furious brows and also concealed the sharp glint in Chu Tianshu's smiling eyes.

The blood did not coagulate, so the small hill of waves was still surging and trembling the moment it took shape.

But Yan Tiemu'er, sending him hurtling towards Chu Tianshu.

Buzz!!!

Canglang watched this scene, he tightened his grip and clenched his fists.

The air hummed around his fist, and crimson streaks, like thick, long earthworms, appeared menacingly around it.

These marks, pressed tightly against his fist, might at first glance be mistaken for bulging veins.

Upon closer inspection, one can see that it is a vacuum fissure formed by the intense distortion of air caused by internal force.

Internal force and air can disturb each other. When internal force is released to the outside, it will always be diluted by the air.

In other words, a vacuum environment is extremely suitable for purifying internal energy.

These vacuum fissures turn scarlet because the Canglang's internal energy has been purified to its extreme through these fissures.

Just seeing these red lights would make ordinary martial artists feel mentally unstable, as if their blood was rushing to their heart and brain.

The Overbearing Fist of the Canglang is a martial art from the era of grassland domination. Compared with the Heavenly Book of the Blood Dao, it lacks the exquisite and mysterious method of integrating internal power with blood vessels, but it possesses the domineering intent of maximizing lethality from the outside.

He doesn't throw a punch unless he's absolutely certain of it; but when he does, every strike is delivered with all his might, each one seemingly designed to crush his very soul.

He kept a close eye on Chu Tianshu.

As long as Chu Tianshu deals with that mountain of blood, that will be his chance to strike.

However, a large number of water droplets suddenly appeared in front of Chu Tianshu.

The water droplets coalesced, and in an instant Han Shantong's figure appeared.

"Great Strength Vajra Finger!!"

Han Shantong's face was resolute, his hands moved like flowers, or like a rotating Buddha wheel, and his right hand suddenly pointed out.

He has mastered many finger techniques to the point of complete mastery.

This move is not only the Great Strength Vajra Finger, but it also utilizes the secret techniques of the White Lotus Sect, specifically the icy cold power.

The small hill of blood, touched by this finger, immediately developed white icy marks that spread inwards.

It's like a giant icicle trying to pierce through this small hill.

However, Yan Tiemu'er's palm strike was too strong. Just as the ice cone was about to take shape, Yan Tiemu'er's arm jerked.

The flat part at the bottom of the icicle suddenly slammed into Han Shantong's fingers, causing them to bend and twist outwards.

The avatar was sent flying backward by the impact, its entire body emitting a series of cracking sounds.

But with him blocking the way, Chu Tianshu's figure had already moved away at some point.

Only eight of the Thirteen Wings died just now.

Besides the Canglang, the White Deer, the Wind Eagle, the Poison King, and the Arrow God also survived.

White Deer was a woman wearing a leather helmet, with a dignified yet strikingly beautiful face. She was dressed in a tight-fitting outfit and combat boots, and the bloodstains at the corner of her lips from her recent injury only added to her captivating charm.

In that previous dramatic turn of events, as soon as she was injured, she placed her hand on her chest, and her bright eyes immediately glanced at Canglang, the worry in her eyes impossible to conceal.

Even though Canglang was clearly the strongest among them, she still couldn't help but be the first to check on Canglang condition.

Chu Tianshu is cold-blooded and ruthless, and he has always regarded the feelings between his enemies as a factor that can be used.

Therefore, his sword strike was aimed at killing the White Deer first.

As White Deer went to see Canglang, Chu Tianshu's figure flickered, blocking all other scenery from her view.

In those beautiful eyes, everything around seemed to fade into darkness.

Only Chu Tianshu, positioned in the center, unleashed a brilliant sword light.

"No, I need to get away!"

White Deer gasped inwardly, but after so many days of stalemate, Yan Tiemu'er not tired, but she was truly exhausted.

Even with the aid of elixirs, her internal energy was insufficient to completely neutralize the dregs and soothe her mental fatigue.

At that moment, her body had already made a slight movement to the side to avoid the danger.

But the sword light had already grazed her neck.

The beautiful head flew up.

"No!!!"

Enraged, the Canglang crashed into Han Shantong's retreating avatar and charged towards Chu Tianshu.

But Chu Tianshu dodged it with a swift movement.

The Canglang could see that the White Deer's head was in mid-air, its eyes still looking at it, seemingly filled with fear and sorrow.

"No way!"

Canglang wanted to make contact, but White Deer's body fell towards him, and for a moment he didn't know whether to make contact first or catch her body first.

Chu Tianshu, standing behind White Deer, pierced through him with his sword, aiming straight for Canglang.

Canglang's pupils contracted. Without hesitation, he gripped the sword blade with his left hand, and four of his fingers were instantly severed.

The sword light was about to surge forward, its silvery-white gleam about to pierce the Canglang's lungs.

Yan Tiemu'er flashed to the scene and poked a finger into the sword.

The longsword veered off course.

However, due to the collision of the two forces, the White Deer's corpse instantly turned into dust and debris.

The Canglang's right hand caught the White Deer's head.

At the very moment he made contact, Yan Tiemu'er and Chu Tianshu had already exchanged blows a hundred times.

Yan Tiemu'er's skill and focus were all concentrated in his hands.

The palms are large with many fine lines, while the backs of the hands are thin, bluish-black with prominent veins running along the bones, yet they remain very stable.

Although his veins were bulging, they did not throb, twist, or change position as easily as a normal person's blood vessels.

When his hand was outstretched and held in mid-air.

It evokes the feeling that the sea may dry up, the rocks may crumble, but these hands will continue to be passed down through generations.

Thousands of years from now, perhaps no one will remember Yan Tiemu'er, nor will anyone remember the Great Yuan.

But there's still a chance I'll see his hands again.

Such a hand, with a sudden tremor, produces a myriad of palm strikes: horizontal slaps, diagonal blocks, vertical chops, locks, hooks, and pulls—a thousand strange and varied forms, awkward yet abrupt, sudden yet swift.

The ever-changing hand blocked the ever-changing sword.

Chu Tianshu's sword blade couldn't directly cleave his palm; instead, it grazed his hand, sending up streaks of bright sparks.

The pinnacle achievement of "Heavenly Book of the Blood Dao"!

The Sea-Drying Divine Palm!

Yan Tiemu'er was able to develop such skills thanks to the complex and powerful bloodline within him, but even more so to a rare treasure.

That was a treasure that was pried off the crown of a small king in the Western Regions when the iron cavalry marched west. It was said to be an indestructible stone that had been passed down for thousands of years.

The Shitou had a peculiar shape, resembling a token the size of half a fingernail.

Yan Tiemu'er originally only kept the strange stone as an ornament or a hidden weapon because it was indeed indestructible. A few years ago, the stone suddenly underwent a strange change and merged into his body.

Then he understood the function of this strange stone: its lifespan.

As long as the other party is sincere in the transaction, he can see their lifespan and use gold, silver, official positions, registers, or anything else acceptable to them to trade for lifespan.

And he can also transfer his lifespan to someone else.

With this treasure, he gained a significant amount of lifespan and even discovered new uses for it.

The high-ranking officials of the Great Yuan often died young due to bloodline conflicts, and they did not have the opportunity to study their bloodlines in depth.

Yan Tiemu'er, could allow bloodline conflicts to occur, even deliberately provoking them, and then expend his lifespan to smooth over the conflict.

It was in such conflicts that he gradually honed his palm technique to the point of enduring strength.

During the process of Canglang catching the head, the two fought almost right in front of him, exchanging blows hundreds of times without ever widening the distance between them.

Chu Tianshu's fighting spirit soared, his sword light moving faster and faster, each strike more unpredictable than the last, determined to bypass Yan Tiemu'er's palms and strike another part of his body.

Yan Tiemu'er also displayed his palm technique to the most vivid and cautious degree he had ever performed in his life.

The Poison King scattered a handful of powder, and the Wind Eagle soared into the air, its feet catching the powder in mid-air, as if stepping on a long snake, rushing into the battle circle.

This Wind Eagle was handsome and usually had the most refined understanding of martial arts. He also had a deep bond with his companions. At this moment, disregarding the blood spilling from his mouth, he attacked in a fit of rage.

BOOM!!!

Before Wind Eagle could actually touch Chu Tianshu, the poisonous powder snakes beneath his feet had already disintegrated and scattered, sending him flying backward as well.

The Poison King quickly caught him, and saw that his right leg was covered with sword marks and several bloody palm prints.

"Oh no, those two are fighting too fiercely, and their skills are too advanced. It feels like they're honing each other's skills. Their divine abilities can transform from tangible to intangible, appearing and disappearing in the blink of an eye."

"The area around the battlefield may appear ordinary, but it is actually filled with their raging palm strikes and terrifying Sword Qi."

The Poison King looked at the battlefield, vomited blood, and was both angry and ashamed. "With our current injuries, we can't even participate in this battle."

Canglang finally came to his senses, his grief and anger making him appear somber, and he wanted to throw a punch at Chu Tianshu.

However, he felt a chill down his spine, as if moisture was gathering again.

The Canglang's reaction was incredibly swift; even in that situation, he managed to grab Chu Tianshu's sword.

Although his finger was broken, his reaction speed was flawless.

As the warning sign of rising moisture appeared behind him, Canglang's right fist changed direction and swept across the expanding cloud of vapor.

The faceless water man was instantly blasted to pieces by him.

"You bastards, this leader isn't so easily killed!"

Han Shantong's voice echoed from all directions of the main hall.

"I've long heard that the Thirteen Wings consider themselves glorious and want to revive your barbaric and bloody orthodoxy. If so, you are even more authentic than Kublai Khan."

"Genuine Tartar dogs!"

Han Shantong appeared in mid-air and pointed down with a finger.

The finger techniques were exquisite, with upward and downward flicks, attempting to evade the sharp edge of the Canglang Fist.

Canglang threw three punches in a row, but each one was deflected by the finger force. On the fourth punch, his five fingers were loose and about to strike when he suddenly flipped over and grabbed Han Shantong's arm.

Crimson light spread across Han Shantong's body.

"Magician!!"

In the Canglang's eyes, besides anger, there was still a hint of cunning. "You can come and go without a trace, so I'll lock you here!"

Han Shantong's expression changed slightly.

Suddenly, a silver light pierced through his temple and exploded in his head.

In fact, besides searching for Han Shantong's true form, the best way to deal with him is to completely suppress his incarnation.

This meant that any subsequent power he received could only enter this avatar. Each time it was almost full, several openings would be made in his avatar to release the power.

The problem is that this method requires a top-tier expert to keep a close eye on Han Shantong's avatar, and they cannot be disturbed by others along the way.

For example, in the current situation.

The avatar had just been locked up.

Chu Tianshu could kill this avatar with a single Sword Qi strike.

Han Shantong creates a new avatar, allowing him to continue playing a support role.

It can be said that Han Shantong is not the number one martial arts master in the world.

But he is definitely the best support player in the world.

As for the enemy, facing this situation—

Han Shantong's laughter rang out again, and his figure reappeared behind a pillar, charging out with a swift movement.

The Canglang fought several times, its fury reaching its peak, its eyes bulging with blood from their own glare.

"What the hell are you?!"

It was bad enough that he couldn't lock onto his opponent, but what was even more infuriating was that when he channeled his power into the opponent's body, he didn't even notice the opponent's soul.

What exactly is fighting against me, preventing me from attacking my enemy?

The Canglang, who had been able to suppress its anger, was now completely unable to do so.

Upon seeing this, Han Shantong suddenly abandoned him and rushed towards Chu Tianshu's battlefield with a swift, piercing gesture.

Chu Tianshu suddenly turned his head, changed his move, brushed past Han Shantong and switched positions, and aimed his sword straight at Canglang.

"Not good!"

Yan Temür blocked the Vajra Finger with his elbow, and with a flick of his wrist, it landed on Han Shantong's head.

With this palm strike, Han Shantong was forcibly flattened from head to toe, turning into a flat puddle of water on the ground.

Yan Tiemu'er his power towards the earth with a thunderous palm strike.

Chu Tianshu charged towards Canglang, his sword light seemingly appearing and disappearing, bypassing the fist's edge, and then suddenly thrusting into the inside of Canglang's right elbow.

In their clash, these two powerful figures had already pushed themselves to their absolute limits.

Therefore, even Han Shantong's incarnation couldn't get past Yan Tiemu'er in a single encounter.

Now, even the enraged and irrational Canglang can't stop a single sword strike.

As the Canglang's right arm was pierced, a flash of blood suddenly appeared beneath its feet.

Yan Tiemu'er was like a phantom, blood-red palm that lifted Canglang's two feet into its palm, sending it flying rapidly away.

Just as Chu Tianshu was about to give chase, he suddenly thrust his sword backward with a backhand motion. Before he could even turn around, the blade grazed his waist, and his arm twisted as he thrust backward.

Just as Yan Tiemu'er caught up to him from behind, he slammed his right palm down to protect his dantian and withstood the sword strike.

Chu Tianshu turned around and the two exchanged a powerful clash of their left palms.

This contest was devoid of any fancy moves; both men were firmly grounded and giving their all.

Boom!!!

The moment their palms clashed, the entire Jade Pool Hall cracked.

The point where their palms met serves as the dividing line.

The top of the main hall split in two, and the walls of the main hall also collapsed to both sides.

This magnificent hall was completely destroyed by its broken foundation, causing it to collapse to both sides.

In the next instant, the ground began to sink in concentric circles centered on where the two of them were standing.

First the floor tiles, then the rocks. Even the rocks couldn't withstand the pressure, and with a series of dull cracking sounds, they dented even deeper.

Yan Tiemu'er emitted a strong aura, with the blood-red light being most intense behind his head. Combined with his soul power, it formed a blood-red flame ring behind his head.

Chu Tianshu's entire body radiated ripples of jade, his eyebrows were raised, and his forehead seemed to glow with jade light, or perhaps his veins throbbed.

It was as if dragon horns or something similar should have grown from his forehead.

At the same time, a strange, verdant light emanated from between Chu Tianshu's eyebrows and shot straight up to his face.

His Heavenly Eye seemed to be about to open, but it didn't actually open; all his power circulated within his body and then poured into his left palm.

"You traitor who practices swordsmanship----"

Yan Tiemu'er's thick eyebrows twitched slightly as he said, enunciating each word clearly, "His palm strike is actually this hard?!"

"No problem, my palm technique is so powerful thanks to the help of my friends. I just have a lot of friends—"

Chu Tianshu gritted his teeth and laughed, "What, are you envious?"

Yan Tiemu'er's face darkened.

The two men's power surged and collided wave after wave, their battle growing fiercer with each strike, gradually rising into the air from the crater, as if the crater had been filled with their power and could not be filled any further.

As they gradually ascended into the air.

The remains of the grand hall were also affected by their power, and those heavy objects gradually detached from the ground and floated into the air.

Even the roof tiles of the three or four magnificent halls next to the Jade Pool Hall could not be maintained and began to rise.

Inside the palace, the old eunuchs, palace maids, and imperial guards witnessed this scene.

Either their face or their hands were shaking, so much so that they couldn't speak.

Chu Tianshu suddenly opened his mouth and roared.

Yan Tiemu'er also let out a long howl.

"Han Shantong!!"

"The Longevity Slave!!"

Their voices rang out simultaneously.

The palm Yan Tiemu'er used to press Han Shantong back to the ground caused Han Shantong to have the illusion that his internal energy was surging back. Although he was not actually injured, his heart was in turmoil.

After quite some time, he showed signs of reuniting with his avatar.

But the roar of "Longevity Slave" spread far and wide, reaching even the Heavenly Prison.

Chu Tianshu had previously heard Han Shantong mention the strange occurrences in the Heavenly Prison.

However, after weighing the pros and cons, he still felt that attacking this side first would yield greater benefits.

In the current imperial prison, apart from a few imperial guards and the sound of water, there seems to be no unusual activity.

Even as Yan Temür roared, there was no immediate reaction from the prison.

However, someone with blood on their mouth walked up here, drew their bow and nocked an arrow.

The Arrow God among the Thirteen Wings.

He wasn't the strongest or the most cunning of the Thirteen Wings, but he was the most composed.

The emperor and his entourage used many potent poisons to kill the monster in the imperial prison, but they could only make it drowsy.

That creature is not of this nature; current poisons have negligible effect on it unless the Poison King is given enough time to develop a pharmacology specifically targeting it.

In short, the monster is currently just sleeping in the Heavenly Prison. Because they were afraid of serious provocation, they were awakened in advance, Bayan and the others have not yet made a move here.

Until, with that arrow from the Arrow God.

An arrow pierced through the wall, and one of the imperial guards was unlucky enough to be struck by it.

The arrow flew diagonally downwards and disappeared into the water.

The prison had been flooded; the area beneath it had long been rebuilt by the Grand Tutor and his men, becoming a huge pool of water.

After the arrow entered the water, the surface suddenly became still, then began to tremble.

Longevity Slave!!

The howling of Yan Tiemu'er still seems to echo here.

On that day, almost everyone in the Dadu heard those strange, loud noises.

Some are dull and lengthy, while others are thrilling and breathtaking.

The prison shattered with a deafening roar; walls collapsed, roofs crumbled, and the entire structure was gone.

A gigantic black monster emerged from the bottom of the prison, spreading its wings high in the sky.

Its head and tail are more than ten zhang long, and its wingspan is more than seven zhang.

The monster had a head like a black dragon and a body like a giant lizard, covered in rough, wide black scales and bone spurs.

Those wings had coarse, pure black wing bones and dark red flesh.

The dragon's roar echoed throughout the city, its dark golden eyes fixed on its master.

The Longevity Slave spread its wings and flew away, faster and faster, before swooping down.

The black dragon's left fang had retracted, leaving only its right fang protruding.

Originally, it had two fangs, which could have given both of them equal impact force, but now it only had one fang left, which rammed into Chu Tianshu.

Chu Tianshu turned his head to look, his face showing surprise and anger.

Boom!!!

The two figures, both suspended in mid-air, were struck by the dragon's mouth and slammed into the ground.

The dragon glided forward, its head almost carving a wide, long trench in the ground.

From the ruins of the Jade Pool Hall, the plowing continued all the way to the square, where foundation rocks were everywhere, and the sounds of them crumbling and flying filled the air.

The sewer covers around the square were blown off by the shockwave, and the water in the sewers gushed out, creating jets of water everywhere.

"You beast! Get out! Get out of here!"

Chu Tianshu's roar came from underground.

Concentric circles of emerald light, carrying a powerful penetrating force, expanded from the head of the giant dragon's head, sweeping across its wings and its tail.

The black-scaled dragon, with its long lifespan and naturally powerful physique, felt an itch all over its body and found it difficult to control itself after being swept by this light wave.

The master's commands were transmitted to its mind.

"Walk!!

The dragon spread its wings, not by flapping them, but by slamming them directly onto the earth.

The immense recoil force gave it a strong initial velocity.

As it took to the air, its tail swayed, its wings fluttered and trembled, and it continued to accelerate in a wondrous way.

Yan Tiemu'er suddenly flew onto the dragon's back and rode away on it.

In mid-air, he also grabbed out several large, blood-red hands and pulled Canglang, the Arrow God, and others onto the dragon's back.

As soon as the Canglang climbed onto the dragon's back, it roared, "That man must be seriously injured. Let me kill him. I'll take him down with me if necessary."

"You're too angry. He wouldn't need a second move to kill someone like you."

Yan Tiemu'er on the Canglang, knocking it down; the only trousers he was wearing fluttered in the wind.

"Let's leave Dadu first—"

As he said this, thick, almost black blood flowed from his ears, mouth, and nose.

It's a color that resembles a mixture of blood red and jade.

Inside the palace.

Chu Tianshu dodged out of the ditch and looked up.

Han Shantong, having reunited with his avatar, hurriedly asked, "How did it happen?"

He failed to take the emperor with him.

Chu Tianshu's Heavenly Eye slowly closed, his voice barely a whisper, "Your mission to capture the emperor will be of great use—"

Before he could finish speaking, Chu Tianshu bent over and spat out a large amount of black blood.

Han Shantong quickly used his avatar to transfer his power to him.

Unexpectedly, the moment White Lotus's power entered Chu Tianshu's body, it was like encountering a giant millstone, instantly pulverized.

"You can't help me with my injuries."

Chu Tianshu wiped away the blood. "Go and capture the emperor quickly."

Without further hesitation, Han Shantong slipped away.

Chu Tianshu coughed lightly twice, his face quite pale as he looked up at the sky.

"They're flying south? If you dare go to Suzhou and Hangzhou and Hangzhou like this, Zhang Yining will definitely give you a surprise."

High in the sky, the black dragon spread its wings, accompanied by a fierce wind.

The "Longevity Slave" scratched its belly with its dragon claws, feeling a little uncomfortable, sparks flying from the claw tips against its scales.

The Arrow God asked, "Are we heading south? Why not north?"

"North."

Yan Tiemu'er glanced at him, "There, my enemies are everywhere."

"Besides, heading north would be tantamount to abandoning this Divine Land."

The Arrow God asked doubtfully, "Where do we go now?"

Yan Tiemu'er pressed his hand to his chest, as if enduring pain, and said, "Dadu unusable. Let's go to Henan."

The Arrow God, "The provincial government office?"

Yan Tiemu'er was exceptionally patient with this person and actually replied with an extra sentence.

"I'm not going to the government office, I'm going to Guangzhou."