Bitter Realm: My Feet Step Through the Flames of War

At the beginning of the sword journey, Luo Hou was not an opponent to be eliminated, but a tool to hone his skills. He was interested in experiencing the martial arts of the Four Qi, and he made his moves at a leisurely pace.

Punches and kicks flew back and forth. After a few moves, the sky seemed to press down like Mount Tai, crashing heavily onto the drain.

The two of them struck at the same time, sending Tianfu flying once again.

The drain was surrounded by ice on all sides. To prevent the force of their attacks from shattering the ice walls, both sides absorbed their palm strikes, ensuring that no residual force escaped.

Lady Xi exclaimed, "What a display of wit and strength! I am truly impressed!"

With a childlike heart, he asked, "Uncle, can you do it too?"

Qing Haichao remained silent, while Bai Chenzi, standing to the side, laughed and said, "My friend is only above these two."

On the Tiandu side, everyone was engrossed in watching.

Whether it was Wu Jun or Jian Zhi Chu, both of them could freely control their true energy and their power was superb.

With a foundation close to divinity and the realm of a grandmaster, he was indeed extraordinary.

After testing the waters, Luo Hou unleashed his first attack: "Erosion Palm!"

"The sandstorm sweeps ten thousand miles!"

The palm strikes unleashed boundless power, and the two clashed violently.

The icy sea trembled, and fierce winds tore it apart.

Extreme gravity caused the two to fall simultaneously into the drain, and from the sea surface, they were no longer visible.

The onlookers immediately split into several groups, shouting, "Martial Lord, attack him!"

"Go, Sword Beginner!"

"To challenge a Martial Lord is simply overestimating oneself!"

"How could a tyrant possibly defeat a master of swordsmanship!"

Yu Qinghuan asked worriedly, "Young Master Ya, who do you think will win?"

Nanfeng Bujing snorted coldly: "Wu Jun is just toying with him!"

"No, the Martial Lord wants us to watch the battle carefully, especially those wielding swords."

"I want to see the Martial Lord draw his sword!"

At the summit, Qing Haichao suddenly said, "The sword has been defeated."

Before the words were finished, two figures shot into the sky.

Suddenly, a brilliant light illuminated the night sky; it was the gleam of a blade, the brilliance of a sword, vast and boundless.

"The Evil Phoenix Breaks Through the Void!"

"The sword reflects the moon over a thousand rivers; all spirits converge!"

In an instant, thunder roared from the ground, the sky cracked open, the icy sea shattered layer by layer, and a raging torrent surged forth.

"Oh no, the ice is breaking! Get ashore quickly!"

"Wow, my ears are ringing!"

"To be a spectator here, you need a strong foundation; I'm doomed!"

Just as the swords clashed, Jian Zhichu's technique of absorbing internal energy was simultaneously unleashed.

The blade's energy shot straight up to the Big Dipper, its brilliance obscuring the stars and moon.

Two unparalleled forces exploded simultaneously, their immense power penetrating the icy sea and impacting the nearby mountain walls, instantly causing the mountains to collapse and be reduced to rubble.

The flat land below the mountain was squeezed and instantly turned into countless hills.

The surging tide paused, releasing its force into the earth's core, and the shaking mountain peaks gradually calmed down.

In the midst of the fierce battle, a startled exclamation was suddenly heard: "Huh?"

When the sword's initial attack, "All Qi Returns to One," landed on Luo Hou, it was met with a tremendous force that blocked it. The force then rebounded, neutralizing the attack.

"At the beginning of the sword, my true essence is too much for you to bear."

"Then let's end the battle."

The sword technique involves bringing two fingers together to absorb endless waves and transform them into a giant sword.

"One is the beginning of the ultimate; Zen ends with one; the ultimate Zen sword; the sword feather flies like a wild goose."

Chapter 106 Crimson Eyes, Off to War

The sky is endless, the sea is boundless, and the sword has no fixed form.

When the Heavenly Yi is lacking, the sword's movement is slow; when the Earthly Jia is obscure, the sword's light is fleeting. When the Yellow Path begins, Heaven does not defy it, and the sword is established at its inception; when Heaven ends, man does not end, only the heart of the sword remains.

This is the profound meaning of the Zen Sword of Ultimate Mind.

Rahu stood tall as always, while Ketu continued to extend, traversing heaven and earth, reaching the ends of the earth.

"I will grant your wish, the Heaven-Shattering Star-Slaying Technique!"

The sword, the king of all weapons, embodies virtue.

The sword, the commander of all weapons, represents courage.

The beginning of the sword and the ultimate of the saber are like a contest that has lasted for thousands of years, and the result is finally proven at this moment.

Neither of them could control their strength anymore, nor could they control the immense power capable of destroying the heavens and the earth. They poured all their cultivation into the final move.

The explosive gas cloud obscured the light of the stars and moon, the shattered ice sea stirred up raging waves, the world was turned upside down, and everything was transformed.

"Uh~"

At the beginning of his swordplay, he was defeated and fell like a kite with a broken string into the icy sea.

The giant sword then crumbled inch by inch, and in the blink of an eye, the blue sky was filled with nothing but a deep blade mark.

"The Beginning of the Sword!"

Murong Qing instantly sprouted wings and flew to the ground above the drain, catching Jian Zhichu before the sky covered him.

"Murong Qing, I'm sorry, I've lost."

"Don't speak, let's go."

The duel between swords and knives came to an end, leaving the onlookers wanting more.

"I didn't expect it to end so quickly."

“It’s wonderful!”

"That's because you haven't seen Wu Jun fight the Twin Buddhas on the Road of No Return. The Sword of Beginning is far inferior to the Twin Buddhas."

"I want to abandon the sword and learn the saber!"

"Do you want to buy the same Jidu knife?"

"can."

"Dream on you!"

As the crowd dispersed, the icy sea, shattered by the power of swords and blades, slowly began to solidify. Perhaps in three to five days, it would once again be a complete world of ice and snow.

Back at the Heartless Pavilion, Jian Zhichu vomited another mouthful of crimson blood.

"Friend!"

"It's alright, I'll recover in a few days by adjusting my breathing."

"The blade energy entered his body and damaged his meridians. I never imagined Luo Hou was so ferocious!"

"A fight is inevitable and injuries are unavoidable."

Murong Qing was both anxious and furious. Seeing that Jian Zhichu's face was pale and he was still unable to expel the sword energy, she finally couldn't wait until dawn and went out to seek medical help that very night.

"I'm going to find Chou Weiyang, so don't wander off."

Jumang Red City.

After listening to Jialing's story, Ningyuan had another good night's sleep.

For hundreds of years, he was imprisoned in a stone cocoon, yet he remained conscious.

That ridiculous sealing technique, despite combining the power of the Lord of Curses, the Duke of Sighs, the Marquis of Triumph, and the Four Evil Truths, failed to completely seal him, leaving him unable to move or fall into a coma.

A person who hasn't slept for hundreds of years will naturally be very sleepy.

Ningyuan's room is long gone; it was taken by the Lord of Curses and converted into a warehouse.

Han Yancui's room was still there, maintaining the appearance he remembered, still as exquisite and warm as ever.

Ningyuan snuggled into the fragrant bedding and fell into a deep sleep.

There is no sun in the Fire Prison, nor is there a change of day and night. Ningyuan woke up on his own.

Chi Jing and Jia Ling sat on either side of the doorway, lost in thought.

Ningyuan took a satisfied breath.

"Red Eyes, the expedition has begun."

"Where to go?"

"Of course, it's to avenge the late king."

"A realm of suffering? Why not a land of death?"

"The Kingdom of Death did not kill my father."

"The Kingdom of the Dead has occupied the capital of the Fire House Buddha Hell."

Ningyuan looked around, then suddenly snapped his fingers, sending out a cluster of blazing flames.

“Then burn it all down, leave it as ruins, and no one will ever call it the capital again.”

Jialing jumped up: "Demon Prince, this is our capital!"

Thick smoke billowed into the air.

The flames from Gao Teng quickly ignited this ancient capital city, and everything, from the old flame totems to the black and white statues repainted by the Dead Kingdom, vanished in the inferno.