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Chapter 1152 A Sudden Move Gives the Other a Handle
Inside the empty hall...

Their conversation was like mist floating on a lake, drifting back and forth on the dark, smooth ground.

After a long silence, Chongyang asked, "Where's the evidence? Can you prove that you were the Tongyou Martial Saint back then?"

"Of course not!"

Zhou Nanwang shook his head and said casually, "You ask, I answer. As for whether you believe the answer or not, I don't care!"

"You're not being sincere at all. You're just spouting empty words. Who can believe such a shocking truth!"

Duke Chongyang paused for a moment, then said, "Or are you fabricating these things that are neither true nor false in order to cover up a truth you don't want others to discover?"

"I knew you wouldn't believe me, but that's alright!"

Zhou Nanwang's gaze fell on the mountain of papers at his feet. "You were busy just now, what did you find out?"

“Zhou Daqian is an extremely important piece in your game. You brought him back from the north and renamed him Daqian.”

Chongyang Gong said confidently, "You have mentioned the Human Race Cult many times. The Human Race Cult involves the Myriad Martial Saints."

"And the secret of the Great Thousand Seal comes from the last moments before the Primordial Martial Saint passed away."

"You, 'Martial Saint of the Netherworld,' have any guidance for me, hmm, regarding the term 'Great Thousand Worlds'!"

His words were aggressive, clearly questioning Zhou Nanwang's identity.

Originally, without the power of a Martial Saint, even if all the Martial Saints in history were resurrected at once, they wouldn't cause much of a stir.

Moreover, Duke Chongyang was an audacious and cunning schemer who dared to plot against even a feudal lord. So what if the Martial Saint was right in front of him?

"The vast world, hehe, the vast world, my vast world!"

Zhou Nanwang smiled, then solemnly said to him, "I'm going to use you, old dog, to achieve great things for the world!"

After saying this, he grabbed at Duke Chongyang. This grab was like the sky covering the earth, leaving no gaps in any direction.

Chongyang Gong was cunning and his strength was unfathomable. He sneered and was about to give way.

He could tell that Zhou Nanwang's cultivation level was only Earth Sect, while he was Heaven Sect, so the difference in their cultivation levels was significant.

Moreover, Chongyang Gong was proficient in both seal script and boxing, and by combining the two, he possessed countless extraordinary skills and secret techniques.

He realized that Zhou Nanwang's move was not some extraordinary martial art, but merely a routine derived from the Zhou family boxing style.

"Uh!"

Chongyang Gong's expression suddenly froze. He actually walked into Zhou Nan's palm like a fool.

With a thud, Zhou Nanwang easily grabbed Chongyang Gong and threw him to the ground, where he fainted on the spot.

Before losing consciousness, Chongyang Gong, filled with doubt, heard Zhou Nanwang's last words: "Fools who are pioneers for the king. Throughout history, there have been more self-righteous fools like you than lice in a horse's tail."

A moment later, Mu Sigui, Wu Luoye, Lu Xiangxing, and a group of mixed-blood witches stormed into the sacrificial palace, only to find the unconscious Chongyang Gong, with not a single lamp or piece of paper in sight.

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Meanwhile, the fierce battle between the two great powers has reached a critical moment.

Dongfang Daqian possesses an unparalleled secret seal, granting him boundless power, and he is gradually approaching the level of a top-tier Heavenly Sect.

Although he cannot use sacred artifacts, he can still perform unparalleled martial arts techniques with ease, even when he is empty-handed.

The Human Race Cult originated from the Martial Saint of All Things and has been developing and passing down its traditions throughout history. It has collected the most descendants of the Martial Saint, as well as the Martial Saint's profound skills and other inherited secret techniques.

The mechanism of selecting the best among the best and focusing on key training ensures that only the most outstanding individuals are cultivated.

Dongfang Daqian, as a candidate for the title of emperor, is a top figure among this group of outstanding individuals.

Even without the sacred artifact and the Great Thousand Seal, he was still at the upper-middle level in the Heavenly Sect realm.

“Zhou Daqian, you are merely a descendant of the Heavenly Sect, while I am a descendant of the Martial Saint.” “In terms of potential and lineage, how can you compare to me? Only I am worthy of being called Daqian.”

Dongfang Daqian flicked his five fingers, each conjuring up different weapons such as swords, spears, halberds, and hooks, like five masters attacking from different directions, forming a killing array that enveloped Zhou You.

The clanging and glint of metal created a striking sound as Zhou You calmly manipulated the blade, producing a continuous series of clattering noises.

The sparks from the violent collision were bluish-white flames, melting the stone slabs upon impact and emitting a pungent, burnt smell from friction with the air.

The onlookers avoided it like the plague, fearing that the sparks would burn their skin and bones.

However, for Zhou You, these were nothing more than a gentle spring breeze, blown away in a breath.

Dongfang Daqian's strength had risen to the level of a god in the world, majestic and awe-inspiring, causing everyone to retreat in all directions. The flame pattern on his left eye resembled an ancient and mysterious totem, adding to his aura.

However, impaired vision still inevitably has its effects.

Zhou You remained calm and collected, pointing his Half-Saint Yin Blade at his opponent's left side more and more often. The probing hidden in the seemingly ordinary exchanges had accumulated to a sufficient degree.

"almost!"

Zhou You's boxing skills in the mortal world are best at sorting out the plot and making good use of the environment to create momentum for himself. If you can grasp a single thread, he can dismantle your entire sweater.

He seized upon Dongfang Daqian's weakened left eye vision to pave the way for his impending victory.

"The Great Thousand Worlds of the East!"

He suddenly shouted, startling Dongfang Daqian, who instinctively asked, "What?"

"You should take a break!"

Zhou You's fingers swiftly traced the back of the knife, making a nimble and unexpected move.

He turned the hilt of the knife around, pinched the tip with two fingers, and scooped it up to Dongfang Daqian's chest.

Pointing the blade at me and the hilt at the enemy is a classic example of 'giving someone a handle,' a foolish move in a life-or-death situation.

As Dongfang Daqian looked around, he saw the hilt of the knife coming towards his left. He thought to himself, "What kind of strange move is this? I'll just take your knife away and see how you play next."
The airflow in my palm rotates like the ever-rotating sun and moon, then presses against the hilt of the knife with a gentle rub, holding it firmly and inseparable, like a magnet.

With a slight bend of his fingers, he grabbed the hilt of the knife more easily than he had expected, and snatched the Half-Saint Yin Blade directly into his hand.

This shocked not only Dongfang Daqian himself, but also all the onlookers. What happened?

Has Zhou Daqian lost his mind? He actually gave away his most powerful semi-saint weapon to the enemy. Is he courting death?

But the next moment...

Zhou You, bare-handed, with one hand outstretched and the other hooked, unleashed a weapon-like attack.

Dongfang Daqian sneered upon seeing this. "You can't even beat me with a knife, so wouldn't you be even more humiliated if you were empty-handed?"

What's more, now, the Half-Saint Yin Blade that you were so proud of is in my hands.

He raised the Half-Saint Yin Blade with his left hand, frowned slightly, his left eye twitched, and he suddenly realized that he had fallen into a trap.

My left eye was injured and my vision was weaker than usual. Now, I am holding the Yin knife, which has changed the weight-bearing and force exertion on my left side, disrupting my usual balance.

But it was too late.

"The Northern Guardian Spear, the Southern Divine Sword!"

Zhou You whirlwind rushed in front of him, hooking his hand into a spear and pointing his fingers into a sword, simultaneously unleashing the moves of the two most prestigious sects at the time.

Just as Dongfang Daqian unleashed his Yin Blade, he hooked it with his hand and then thrust his fingers into Dongfang's chest.

Mu Leizheng was right behind him when he saw a hole opened up in Dongfang Daqian's back, and blood gushed out.

(End of this chapter)