Everyone voted for the nine knives today, not 12.

  A casual nod of respect with a knife, and a convenient request for clicks and red tickets.

  Yang Zhao's practice of "I Ching Xuan Jian" was originally taught by Yang Guang. The two father and son had the same martial arts skills, although they walked different paths, but they were from the same source and interconnected. After personally experiencing the power of the 64 palms, even if he couldn't fully understand the subtleties, he could still imitate a few palm techniques in a hurry, which was easy for Yang Zhao to do. The "Dazhuang" palm stance of Lei Tian was majestic and powerful, it was a grand formation, a true master, combined with Yang Zhao's royal bloodline, making its power even more impressive. With the addition of the divine hand and magic soldier, he could wield his full strength without any worries. As soon as the palm was released, only a red shadow was seen rolling, and the fierce beast fire qilin shape suddenly appeared, completely burning off Tang Sheng's poisonous black air, and the momentum was thoroughly overwhelming.

  Killing intent surged, and evasion was no longer possible. The humanoid monster let out a strange howl, its thick arms, disproportionate to its body, rose up like two door panels closing in on each other. In the blink of an eye, a strange muffled sound "Boom!" echoed, and Tang Shengwen's massive body, weighing over 300 pounds, was lifted off the ground by the monster's palm force, flying backward with a shrill cry. Immediately after, it heavily crashed into the Wang Fu's thick double dragon cloud stone wall, which was over half a foot thick. Lei Tian's "Great Strength" fully exploded in an instant. The hard and unyielding cloud stone wall was completely pulverized, burying Tang Shengwen alive, his life or death unknown. Dust and debris filled the air, obscuring the view.

  This monster with three points resembling a human and seven points resembling a ghost, can't even withstand Yang Zhao's one palm, and will be buried in the yellow earth forever?

  Impossible! It won't be that bad. Still maintaining the palm pose, Yang Zhao stood still on the spot, his expression strange, but he didn't relax in the slightest because of his advantageous hand. The construction of the divine armament was wonderful, and even when worn on the hand, every finger could clearly feel the various sensations, as if it were originally another layer of skin. So Yang Zhao clearly felt that just now, when Lei Tian's "Great Strength" palm force hit Tang Suiwen's arms, the part where his hands touched was both hard and tough, exactly like a thick cowhide mixed with rubber pad, but not at all like human muscle and bone. How much of his own strength could be borne by him, it was hard to say.

  Astonishment and shock only flashed in his mind for a moment. Even if he hadn't figured out what was going on, the current situation didn't allow Yang Zhao to think carefully. The bricks and stones that collapsed from the shadow wall weighed several tons, and although they were all piled on top of Tang Shengwen's head, it was unlikely to take his life - even in this short moment, the sand and rocks were already making a "rustling" sound. Yang Zhao furrowed his brow, then coldly snorted. He exhaled heavily, rushed up to Tang Shengwen's side, and slapped his palm on the top of his head, saying in a low voice, "Brother, focus your mind, absorb the energy I'm transmitting." The pure and refined true qi of Yi Jing Xuan Jian immediately flowed down.

  The Six Gods' Secret was originally a shocking and astonishing technique, but the Tang Sect's Absolute Poison was also extremely potent. Unfortunately, the five divisions of the crowd could only learn one move from Mohe Ye, and they couldn't adapt to changes in the battle situation. If they encountered an enemy with similar strength, they would be at a great disadvantage from the start. Che Li's Buddha-killing technique was powerful, but it wasn't effective against poison, and the medicine didn't match the symptoms. Despite exerting all his energy to circulate his internal breath, the Tang Sect's Absolute Poison still transformed into a dark green blood line that crawled up his arm, already passing his elbow. Once this dark green blood line reached his armpit, even if he didn't die, he would be crippled.

  Yang Zhao's timely assistance arrived just in time, the Xuanjian of the Easy Canon being the orthodox skill of the Xuanmen, combined with the spiritual power of the divine hand and immortal soldier, was precisely the nemesis of the evil and poisonous skills of the demonic gate. Che Li's body trembled slightly, his originally tense and painful face relaxed a bit, and the dark green blood line quickly receded at a visible rate. Che Li closed his eyes and concentrated on his work, feeling relieved and also somewhat stifled.

  He, as one of the Five Elements Sect, held a high position and wielded great power, and was also extremely arrogant. Apart from his master and four fellow disciples, he looked down on everyone else. Even though Yang Xuan had always been known as the strongest among the younger generation's top experts, Che Li was confident that he could still slightly surpass him. But unexpectedly, their battle at the Wu An Security Bureau earlier made him realize that whether it was Yang Xuan or Yang Zhao, they had both already surpassed him. Yang Xuan was one thing, but Yang Zhao was clearly someone who was only half a year ago still an opponent that Che Li could easily defeat with one hand, yet in just this short period of time, he had made such rapid progress, it was truly unbelievable to the extreme.

  Yang Zhao is the current emperor's grandson and a prince of the imperial court, with a noble status. Moreover, he has gained the favor of his master, Mohe Ye, and is likely to succeed him as the next head of the Extremely Happy Orthodox Sect. Che Li knew that even if his master were to pass on the mantle, he would not choose someone from among the five branches, so he did not feel jealous. However, despite this, the desire to compete and win is a common human emotion, and Che Li was no exception. Seeing how someone who was once far inferior to him had suddenly caught up and surpassed him, Che Li couldn't help but feel a twinge of resentment, even if he didn't say anything out loud. Just then, Tang Suwen suddenly appeared at the River South King's palace and started killing people left and right. On one hand, Che Li felt it was his duty to protect this younger brother who was favored by their master; on the other hand, he also wanted to prove himself and show Yang Zhao that he was not someone to be underestimated or ignored. Therefore, as soon as Yang Zhao sent out a test probe in the form of a strong horse, Che Li seized the opportunity to launch a preemptive attack, trying to take down this human-shaped monster with one swift blow.

  It turned out to be the opposite. Downs' body was tough and resilient, not afraid of attacks, with extraordinary strength and agility that was disproportionate to his massive physique. Moreover, he had a highly toxic body that made him almost a perfect killing tool. Even though Che Li had used all his might, he still lost. In the end, it was necessary for Yang Zhao to help him get rid of the poison in his body. His heart felt like an overturned grocery store, with five flavors mixed together - sweet, sour, bitter, spicy and salty - and he really didn't know what kind of taste it was anymore.

  In the blink of an eye, a dark green poisonous liquid slowly seeped out from under his fingers, condensing into beads that were about to drip. As long as the droplets fell to the ground and the poison left his body, this life would be snatched back from the hands of Niú Tóu Mǎ Miàn. However, at this moment, the pile of bricks opposite him, which had just been quiet for a few seconds, suddenly exploded violently from the inside out. Two huge iron-like hands pushed aside tons of rubble to create a path for himself.

  The killer monster stood up straight, lowering its head to stare at the person who had almost buried it alive, and roared: "Yang, Yang Zhao!" Before the sound had even faded away, Tang Siwen, with a physique that was three parts human and seven parts ghostly, clenched his fists tightly and charged forward with a momentum that could overturn mountains and seas. With several hundred kilograms of body weight added to his determination to fight to the death, even if he were alone, his aura was still more powerful than that of ten thousand horses and soldiers. The Grand Master of the Five Elements felt the ground shaking violently in tandem with his own heart, and the toxic substance immediately showed a tendency to seep back into his skin. Yang Zhao sensed that his opponent's internal energy was going awry, and immediately increased his inner strength, saying in a low voice: "Calm your mind and guard your origin, don't let external matters distract you."

  Tang Shengwen wasn't running very fast, but the distance between them wasn't too far to begin with. Seeing the enemy getting closer and closer, Che's anxiety grew, and he couldn't help but say: "It's fine on my side. Young Master, quickly let go and deal with that monster."

  "It's just a poisonous wild cow, after all. To deal with it, even using half of my strength would be more than enough." Yang Zhao said lightly, but he knew that the success or failure of replacing the carriage and driving out the poison depended on this moment. If he let go now, the toxic substance would inevitably flow back into Carriage's five organs and six viscera, and it would truly be a case where even gods couldn't save him. Having come so far, he couldn't afford to falter at the last step; he had no choice but to take a risk.

  The monster that had been lurking in the shadows was now closing in on him, its eyes glowing with an eerie light. It let out a blood-curdling scream and raised its fists, striking with lightning speed and force that seemed to shake the very foundations of the earth. The power it unleashed was like nothing he had ever seen before. In the distance, the bright moon hung low in the sky, watching with a detached air as the scene unfolded below. Suddenly, a faint cry pierced the night air: "Ah Chao!" The voice was trembling and on the verge of tears.

  “Boom!” The sound echoed again, and the three figures merged and separated. Yang Zhao used two palm techniques, and the wind mixed with the water, rotating in a whirlpool, borrowing its massive power to lift the car off the ground. The two of them floated backwards for several meters, not only unharmed but also without changing their posture. This bizarre scene made even Tang Shengwen, whose mind was filled with violent killing intent at this moment, feel shocked and amazed. However, his simple-minded brain wouldn't think about why it happened. With a loud roar, the killer monster reorganized its strength, chasing after Yang Zhao and Che Lai, wildly punching and kicking them.

  Yang Zhao responded calmly, his single palm transforming into millions of illusions, swinging freely with a natural feeling. The front cut, back sweep, left dodge, right block, upper rejection, and lower release were all the infinite rain of the Four Symbol Xuan Gong. Not seeking to have merit but only seeking not to err, cleverly shifting and releasing energy, first stabilizing himself in an unbeatable position, then carefully observing Tang Siwen's seemingly perfect body, necessarily finding its hidden weaknesses before making a move to kill with one strike. Amidst the thunderous drumming, they exchanged blows for over thirty moves, the monster exhausting itself, forced to retreat, its iron-like arms trembling slightly, its meridians invaded by the divine hand's spiritual energy, suffering no small damage. However, this monster fought with a ferocious nature, its anger burning brighter and increasing its killing intent. With a low roar, Tang Siwen's body was shrouded in toxic mist, leaping into the air, using the momentum of Mount Tai to crush his opponent with two whip-like strikes. The fierce move had yet to arrive, but the whirlwind already brought a stinging pain!

  The last drop of emerald green poisonous water fell to the ground, and the detoxification was finally complete. Che Li didn't hesitate, quickly withdrawing his foot and retreating, while Yang Zhao's hands also regained their freedom. He turned around to face the strong enemy, took a deep breath, and launched a double-fisted attack, once again unleashing the merciless Thunderclap. However, this move should have been swift as lightning to unleash its powerful explosive force, but at this moment, Yang Zhao's movements were not only slow, but also sluggish, almost devoid of any power.

  His heart, which had just slightly calmed down, suddenly leapt back up to his throat. In an instant, the car was about to think that this junior brother was helping himself to drive out the poison and consume it greatly, but as a result, he couldn't use his original killer move again. In the blink of an eye, Yang Shao and Tang Sven clashed for the third time today, silently and motionlessly, both simultaneously freezing in place. Only three beats later, a massive impact wave exploded like a tsunami, violently sweeping towards the monster's body. The dark poisonous fog was blown away without a trace, Tang Sven's defenses were completely lost, his hideous face twisted in terror, and he let out a mournful scream as he stumbled backward. His right arm, raised high, had its muscles bursting, revealing the shattered white bones inside, and the dark green toxic blood splattered wildly. That enormous body, like a giant from ancient times, was like Mount Buzhou being destroyed by Gonggong, collapsing backward. "Boom!" A massive sound shook the air, dust flew everywhere, and the entire ground trembled as if it were a small earthquake.

  The situation changed in an instant, and in the blink of an eye, it was a 180-degree turn. Che's eyes were wide with astonishment, and he almost didn't dare to believe what his eyes saw. His eyes stared straight at Yang Zhao's soft fist, muttering: "This... how is this possible? How is this possible? Disciple brother, what kind of martial arts did you just use?"

  "The Four Images Xuan Gong, nothing but a ruthless thunderclap." Yang Zhao withdrew his fist, "Hmph!" He let out a breath and continued: "Just now when I was facing Yang Xuangan, didn't I already use it once?"

  "Yang Xuan Gan? No." Che Li shook his head repeatedly, saying: "When you dealt with Yang Xuan Gan, your punches were fast and fierce, it's only natural that they had such power. But just now, that move was slow and soft, how could it be the same move?"

  Yang Zhao smiled and said, "Slow and soft doesn't necessarily mean it's not powerful. As the saying goes, 'Nothing in the world is softer than water, yet nothing can be more resilient than its attack on strong opponents, which cannot be overcome.' This monster's modified battle body has tough skin and muscles, with an astonishing anti-impact force. If you use a strong and fast punch to attack it, the effect will be greatly reduced. Therefore, I changed my approach to using slow punches, which can deliver all my power into its body and then cause destruction from within, making it impossible for it to defend itself. This is what's meant by 'the ultimate hardness has no equal, yet it's also soft'."

  "With the same move, you can actually have such a vastly different change......" Che Li let out a long sigh, and in his heart, he couldn't help but feel a sense of awe. In an instant, he realized that perhaps for the rest of his life, his achievements would never be able to compare with this younger brother's. The disappointment in his heart was understandable. But at the same time, he also felt a faint sense of relief."

  As long as you hold on to this mountain, even if the great master Mahayana returns in the future, what is there to fear about the Orthodox Church of Bliss? Is not this great senior brother also a person under one and above ten thousand people?

  His mind flashed with all sorts of thoughts, and his expression changed accordingly, but he neglected the things outside. Suddenly, only Yang Zhao's soft voice was heard, "Huh", with a tone of great doubt: "Che Li Shixiong, look."

  The car heard the sound and raised its head, asking: "How..." Before it could finish speaking, it was already greatly shocked. It saw that the heavily injured and unconscious monster on the ground was actually making a series of "chirping" sounds, and its massive body was rapidly shrinking. Originally over 2.5 meters tall, in the blink of an eye it had shrunk to only about 1.8 meters. The dark purple toxic gas on its surface also dissipated by more than half, revealing pale skin that was almost translucent.

  Two fellow Taoist brothers of the Orthodox Sect exchanged a glance, both feeling shocked and amazed. Yang Zhao furrowed his brow and said, "The monster from Tang's sect, we can't let him stay." He took two steps forward, his right palm aimed at Tang Shengwen's head, with the golden light of the "Li" hexagram appearing on his palm. Just as he was about to strike, a sudden "whooshing" sound pierced the air. Che Li shouted by his ear, "Be careful, younger brother!" Before the words had even stopped, a flash of light appeared, and a cold, shimmering long sword flew rapidly through the air, inserting itself between Tang Shengwen and Yang Zhao with a "thud". Yang Zhao turned his head to look in the direction the sword came from, only to see a slender, delicate woman walking out from beside the Wang mansion's gate. Her face was beautiful, but her complexion was as pale as paper. Her right arm was severed at the elbow, leaving only one arm remaining. Yang Zhao looked clearly and involuntarily exclaimed, "Tang... Mingyue?"

  "It's... me. Your Highness, please... spare my subordinates." Tang Mianyue, the only survivor of the seven killings, leaned against the wall and panted hastily, saying: "We have important military information to report."

  "What major military information?" Yang Zhao coldly shouted: "What kind of trick is the Tang Sect trying to play?"

  Tang's mouth twitched with a hint of bitterness, and he struggled to say: "The Tang Sect... the Tang Sect is already finished. My sword hilt... inside my sword hilt..." Before he could finish speaking, his body swayed several times, then fell forward, crashing into the dust, never moving again.