Legend of Zhan Zhao

Chapter 89 You Have Extraordinary Talent
"Zhan Zhao, how old are you?"

Han Zhaoye went from being an arrogant mastermind to a clown whose true colors were exposed and who was then used, all in a matter of moments.

But after a period of turmoil and emotional turmoil, the first question he uttered was somewhat inexplicable.

Zhan Zhao was not yet ready, but he was happy to hear the other party say a few more words: "Fifteen."

"Fifteen...Fifteen..."

"You really don't look fifteen years old. You're too young, and it's terrifying!"

Han Zhaoye emphasized, "You are even more terrifying than Su Wuqing!"

Su Wuqing truly lived up to his reputation, but he and Zhao Wujiu were brothers. It was not surprising that he could see through the fact that Zhao Wujiu, who had returned from Liao, was an imposter.

The real challenge lies in the patience and planning that follows.

Han Zhaoye originally had a plan that would be exposed, but he later became very successful and was completely fooled by Su Wuqing. He thought he had acted flawlessly and abandoned that plan.

However, Han Zhaoye could barely accept that Su Wuqing had seen through his scheme and used him to orchestrate this grand plan.

What he couldn't accept was that a greenhorn, fresh out of school, had managed to see through his identity and everything in such a short time after joining the Six Doors.

In this regard.

Han Zhaoye said sincerely, "You remind me of someone!"

Zhan Zhao asked, "Who?"

Han Zhaoye's eyes revealed sincere respect and admiration: "My master—Venerable Wanjue!"

"Oh."

Zhan Zhao was not surprised and gave an objective evaluation: "The number one person in the world in the past."

"It's not what it used to be, but it still is!"

Han Zhaoye immediately corrected him: "Heavenly Heart Immortal, humph! Four mere Grandmasters dare to do anything to my master? My master is a Celestial Being! A supreme and unparalleled powerhouse who is one with Heaven and Man!"

Is the realm above Grandmaster the realm of "Celestial Being"?

Zhan Zhao blinked, which wasn't too surprising.

After all, I had heard Jiewen and Madam Gu talk about the war between the Song and Liao dynasties, and Wan Jue Zun Zhe was indeed incredibly strong.

The four leaders of Daxiangguo Temple, Laojun Temple, Qingcheng Sect, and Xiaoyao Sect were the four strongest masters in the righteous martial arts world at that time.

As a result, both of them died on the spot during this battle; one lost his martial arts skills, and the other lost his.

Facing them was Venerable Wan Jue, who only suffered serious injuries and was clearly still capable of fighting.

Not many years later, Venerable Wan Jue dared to challenge the four Grandmaster Swordsmen Tianxin Feixian to a duel on Broken Soul Cliff, where they all disappeared.

This disappearance could be due to mutual destruction, or it could be something else entirely.

But at least, the gap between the two sides is not large.

Having challenged eight grandmasters in succession, Venerable Wanjue's strength is indeed unprecedented, and he has entered a completely new realm, which is quite normal.

But even if the other party isn't dead, they're probably barely clinging to life.

At least Zhan Zhao believed that if someone who was once so radiant could truly maintain his status as the best in the world, he wouldn't have disappeared for twenty years, allowing the Wanjue Palace he founded to fall apart.

"You don't understand the power of the Celestials, let alone the power of my master. It's normal that you don't believe it."

Han Zhaoye saw through Zhan Zhao's thoughts and said calmly, "However, based on my interactions with you, I believe that you have the opportunity to reach the Celestial Realm in the future and become a true powerhouse standing at the pinnacle of the world!"

"you flatter me."

Zhan Zhao raised an eyebrow: "I am not even a martial arts grandmaster yet, let alone a celestial being above grandmaster. I have no such ambition."

"No flattery! No flattery!"

Han Zhaoye twisted his neck: "It's a pity. Just as you said in the General Headquarters, Su Wuqing couldn't have foreseen everything. For example, he couldn't have predicted that you would dare to face me alone in order to lure me out."

"You're just a newborn calf; you don't know how promising your future is, or how valuable it is for a martial artist like yourself!"

"Now I'll tell you how to use Master's ultimate technique—the Myriad Annihilation Palm!"

"You Central Plains people are used to calling it the 'Nine Dragons Divine Fire Prison'!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Han Zhaoye's nine major acupoints suddenly shone brightly, and nine pitch-black demonic dragons roared out.

With a double punch, the supreme power of this outward release of true energy actually blasted towards this place in a tangible form.

'Innate True Qi!'

Zhan Zhao's gaze was solemn.

Only by opening up the innate Qi Sea and transforming the body's true Qi from acquired to innate can one, like Jiewen before, release true Qi to manifest the form of a Buddha.

Just like Han Zhaoye now, the nine dragons manifested as a tangible form, as if these nine ferocious and monstrous dragons truly existed in the world.

Of course, not everyone is outwardly expressive. For example, Madam Gu also opened up her innate Qi Sea, and the path of the Heart Sword she took turned into a spiritual storm.

In any case, it is evident how useful innate vital energy is.

During their previous conversation, the two had already created some distance between them, but at this moment, Han Zhaoye transformed his true energy into a dragon and unleashed its power from afar, attacking them from a distance.

"laugh!"

A dark blue dragon shadow erupted from Han Zhaoye's fist, its scales opening and closing as it spewed out a ghostly blue acid mist.

Wherever it passed, honeycomb-like etched holes instantly appeared on the surface of everything around it.

Zhan Zhao felt a stinging pain, like being pricked by needles, in the web of his right hand holding the sword.

The martial artists of the Central Plains also refer to the Ten Thousand Absolute Palm as the Nine Dragons Divine Fire Prison.

They seemed to have decided that this set of fist and palm techniques was a fiery martial art capable of scorching the heavens and boiling the seas.

But when Han Zhaoye unleashed it, the fist wind not only lacked heat, but instead carried a chilling coldness like that of the underworld.

It turned out to be nine streams of strange true energy transformed into yin water, which seeped into his body.

The first punch was called—

Nether Dragon Devours Soul!
This dragon's transformation along the way is primarily corrupting.

It is precisely aimed at martial artists like them who fight with swords. Once their weapons are corroded, even if they are only slightly weakened, the difference in their combat skills can be vast, and a single move can determine victory or defeat, life or death.

Zhan Zhao made a decisive move, spinning around and flicking his wrist, his longsword drawing an arc in the air, while his left hand swept along the spine of the sword with two fingers.

As the green blade passed by, the attached true energy was forced into a twisted snake shape, which flew out with a whoosh and etched star-shaped indentations into the wall.

"Indeed sharp!"

Upon hearing Han Zhaoye's voice, Zhan Zhao frowned and immediately parried with his sword. A crisp clang rang out, the sword trembled as if struck by lightning, and instantly exploded into a ring of air.

It was as if someone had been punched out of nowhere.

But this was clearly not out of thin air; one of the nine dragon shadows suddenly disappeared.

The Mirage Dragon has no form!

The dragon underwent various transformations along its journey, primarily hiding its form.

The invisible dragon shadow only unleashed its power when it struck the chest.

If it weren't for the Six Lines Sword Qi anticipating the enemy's moves, this punch would have surely resulted in serious injury.

But in this lightning-fast exchange, the distance between the two had already shrunk rapidly.

Han Zhaoye's punches were still sharp, and his third punch followed immediately.

The chilling aura condensed from the fist traced frost marks in the air, and a blue ice dragon roared as it tore through the sky—

"Crack!"

Before the dragon even arrived, the bricks beneath Zhan Zhao's feet were already covered with spiderweb-like frost patterns.

The key point is that his right leg, which was pulling back, suddenly stopped, and a needle-like chill came from the ligament behind his knee.

Ice-cold and penetrating to the bone!

The dragon's transformations along this path primarily involved infiltration.

It doesn't harm the skin and flesh, but it erodes the tendons and bones.

Zhan Zhao's right hand's Shaochong and Liming acupoints shone brightly, and the magical light of the Yao was fully activated, this time wiping his knee.

Where the internal energy passed, a pervasive true energy transformed into frost patterns, condensing between the five fingers, still faintly twisting.

'Innate true energy is indeed extraordinary!'

After a moment of reflection, he sincerely praised the move and casually twirled his sword.

A stream of ice crystals poured down like a galaxy, creating an invisible barrier in front of him.

"Is this some kind of miraculous acupoint?"

Han Zhaoye, with his keen insight, quickly grasped the situation and exclaimed, "No wonder your martial arts have improved so much in just one month, I see..."

"Truly remarkable! I am over forty years old and have never even realized a divine phenomenon, yet you have accomplished it at such a young age. You truly possess extraordinary talent!"

While he was speaking, his movements were not slow at all, and he threw out his fourth punch.

The night fog suddenly thickened.

Suddenly, a long, green-scaled dragon darted out, its whiskers swaying as it released a mist carrying a sweet, decaying fragrance.

Passing by a courtyard, the raccoon dog that had been hibernating under the eaves let out a half-whimper before collapsing limply, its amber pupils instantly clouded with gray.

Miasma Dragon Cloud Dream!

The dragon's breath transformed into miasma that rotted grass and sank into the swamp, accompanied by thunder and rain.

This dragon's true energy is primarily poisonous mist.

And this is Han Zhaoye's most lethal move.

Blackwater Palace and Five Immortals Sect were originally located in the south and north, respectively, and were known as the two major sects in the world most skilled in using poison.

Han Zhaoye then incorporated the Blackwater Palace's deadly poison into the Myriad Absolute Palm, using the Miasma Dragon Cloud Dream to activate it.

At this time, various strange phenomena occurred.

Zhan Zhao felt that the sound of swords ringing in his ears was faintly turning into the sound of viscous water.

The cold moon in the sky casts its light, which twists and turns into flowing lead and mercury.

My tongue inexplicably tasted the bitterness of the herbal soup...

'not good! '

This is not a psychological shock.

It was a hallucination caused by the deadly poison.

Despite having the foresight to predict the changing energy of the hexagrams and maintaining a safe distance, Zhan Zhao still fell into the trap.

It is evident how impossible it is to defend against when the Blackwater Palace Master personally uses his deadly poison!

However, before Zhan Zhao could activate his detoxification technique, a surge of heat began to flow through his body on its own.

The toxins that have seeped into the skin are gathered and forced to be delivered to the Shaochong and Liming acupoints on the little finger.

The Ten-Complete Return to Origin Pill has taken effect.

When poisoned, it condenses into beads and is forced out from the fingertips. If this fails, it can also suppress all poisons and prevent the heart from weakening.

"A precious medicine from the Song Dynasty imperial family?"

Han Zhaoye sneered: "Even if you take two pills in a row, the effects will be limited. Let's see how many punches you can take!"

Having said that, he unleashed another move, the Miasma Dragon Cloud Dream.

When the fists and feet struck again, it was still the miasma-ridden Yunmeng.

One trick can be eaten all over the world.

Seeing that the poisonous trick was working and that his opponent could only rely on the effects of the medicine to endure it, he disregarded his dignity and unleashed a flurry of poisonous winds, punching relentlessly.

Zhan Zhao's sword flashed, and he fought and retreated, looking for an opportunity to counterattack.

"Useless! Useless!"

Han Zhaoye shook his head repeatedly, his voice like a gale from the depths of hell, yet clear and distinct: "Su Wuqing has made a grave mistake!"

"His discarded pawns were able to draw out all the experts of our Great Liao. Even if they all died, we can still be proud of it!"

"But he shouldn't have put someone like you in such a dangerous situation!"

"My other plans for this trip south have all failed, and all those inside agents have been exposed, but it doesn't matter!"

At this point, a smile returned to Han Zhaoye's brow, and his fists suddenly glowed with a mysterious light, unleashing an unprecedented killing intent: "As long as I kill you, the future celestial being of the Song Kingdom—"

"It was all worth it!!"

(End of this chapter)