Swords emerge from Mount Hua, sweeping across the heavens from the world of Swordsman.

"Hehehe, are you saying that I, the general, am not the true Son of Heaven?"

"Of course! Cihang Jingzhai is tasked with selecting a ruler for the world. Only the person they choose is the true Son of Heaven."

"And you, as the Holy Lord of the Demonic Sect, are not qualified based on this one criterion alone."

"How ridiculous. The supreme emperor, who is the most powerful man in the land, is appointed by a group of nuns. It's the most laughable thing in the world."

Yue Zhuoqun scoffed, "The founder of Cihang Jingzhai, Di Ni, submitted herself to the first Holy Lord of the Demonic Sect. Offering oneself to the demon is a tradition of Cihang Jingzhai. Don't you feel ashamed to deny it as if you're in my position?"

Upon hearing this, Bu Chen and the other three felt their faces burn with embarrassment and were speechless with rebuttal.

Offering oneself to the demon is indeed an old tradition of Cihang Jingzhai. Even their signature martial art, Cihang Sword Manual, one of the four great books, was created based on the profound principles of the Heavenly Demon Strategy.

The patriarch Di Ni was in love with the first Holy King Xie Tiao, and thus gained insight into the Dao Heart Seed Demon, creating the Other Shore Sword Technique.

Later, another successor came into contact with the Demonic Sect, and was able to read the Record of Demonic Thoughts, eventually supplementing the Other Shore Sword Manual into the Compassionate Voyage Sword Manual.

The previous generation's Holy Maiden, Bi Xiuxin, even married the Evil King Shi Zhixuan and gave birth to his daughter, Shi Qingxuan.

"Hmph, in short, only Senior Sister Fan or Junior Sister Shi Feixuan can decide who owns the He Shi Bi. Commander Yue, don't force it, just leave!" Unable to argue, the four could only rebuke them forcefully.

"You Jingnian Chan sect are truly licking Cihang Jingzhai's boots to the bone. It used to be the celestial monks licking the earthly nuns, and now it's your turn to lick Fan Qinghui and Shi Feixuan?"

"You bastard!" The four of them immediately lost their composure, their minds filled with shame and indignation.

How could a dignified Holy Lord of the Demonic Sect and the leader of a major power utter such a vicious adjective as "lapdog"?

This not only mocked them and their patriarch, but also every generation of disciples in the Pure Mind Zen School.

After all, it is an indisputable fact that the Jingnian Chan School has been assisting Cihang Jingzhai since the day it was founded.

"Hehe, Holy Lord Brother, they're getting anxious." Wanwan laughed so hard she couldn't straighten up.

She was also incredibly puzzled. How could her Holy Lord brother have come up with such a disgusting term as 'simp'?

It would be better to call them Cihang Jingzhai's lackeys!

"Demon, witch! I didn't want to fight you, but you have insulted the Pure Mind Zen School too much and must pay the price."

Without a roar, he clapped both hands together.

The other three did not speak, but their actions were swift, launching attacks with fists, legs, and fingers.

Boom!

A powerful and domineering surge of true energy emanated from the four people's hands, transforming into rolling waves that pressed down on Yue Zhuoqun and Wanwan.

Their attacks differ, but their martial arts originate from the same source: the moves in the Jingnian Chan scripture created by the patriarch Tianseng, known for their domineering and fierce nature.

These moves are quite unique and far more profound than the Seventy-Two Shaolin Arts.

Yue Zhuoqun was delighted at the sight of the hunt and whispered in Wanwan's ear, "Step back first, let me see the mysteries of this Heavenly Monk's martial arts."

The hot wind blew into her ears, Wanwan's face turned a tempting pink, her bright eyes blinked twice, and she obediently stepped back.

The next moment, light and shadow flashed, and Yue Zhuoqun's body appeared in the attack field of the Four Vajras.

They used both hands simultaneously, unleashing various techniques to fight them.

At the same time, he activated the demonic seed in his dantian to detect the martial arts fluctuations of the four people.

Bang bang bang!

The sounds of fists and feet colliding were incessant, and the air exploded repeatedly.

As the four guardian Vajras of the Pure Mind Zen sect, their strength must be among the top in this world, at least on par with You Niaojuan and Pi Shouxuan, two of the eight great masters of the Demonic Sect.

Each of their strikes was powerful and heavy, containing immense force.

The attacks became faster and faster, with dozens of strikes delivered in just a few breaths.

However, Yue Zhuoqun stood in the middle of the field, and his movements were always able to keep up, with each strike having just the right amount of force, perfectly offsetting the opponent's movements.

The more the four fought, the more alarmed they became.

The attacks cancel each other out, seemingly evenly matched, but in reality, it takes several times the strength to achieve such perfection.

What's even more terrifying is that Yue Zhuoqun used his own martial arts in the first few dozen moves, but then he started to mimic their movements.

The moves in the Jingnian Zen book were executed one moment and then replicated by Yue Zhuoqun the next.

The methods may differ, but the underlying meaning remains exactly the same.

One can't help but suspect that Yue Zhuoqun may have secretly read Jingnian's Zen books.

After exchanging 150 moves, they had used all their martial arts skills. Before they could even make their next move, Yue Zhuoqun attacked with the same attack first.

Yue Zhuoqun was able to achieve this entirely thanks to the Demon Seed's ability to capture the fluctuations of all things.

This is simply the ultimate tool for learning by stealing techniques.

He moved his hands, instantly unleashing a palm strike, a punch, a finger strike, and a kick.

Bang bang bang!

Four muffled thuds followed as the four Vajra warriors slammed their backs against the bronze palace wall, only to be thrown back to the ground by the impact.

His face was pale, blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, and he was extremely weak.

"Your strength is far from matching your tough attitude. How can you possibly stop me from taking the He Shi Bi jade?"

Yue Zhuoqun curled his lips. He had already mastered ninety percent of the moves in the Jingnian Zen book, leaving only the more essential techniques of the Silent Zen and No-Thought Zen.

With his eyes slightly narrowed, a deep, melodious voice echoed throughout every corner of the Jingnian Zen sect: "Master Liaokong, are you not going to show yourself?"

The air rippled, and then an old monk flew in.

He moved so fast that he left a trail of afterimages in the air, which slowly coalesced onto his body once he stood in the arena.

Liao Kong, the contemporary Zen master of the Jingnian Zen School.

With a kind face and bright, spirited eyes, he exuded the air of a highly accomplished monk.

He didn't say anything, but gave Yue Zhuoqun a Buddhist salute, and then spread his palms in a gesture of invitation.

"I heard you've practiced silent meditation for decades, and you've truly never uttered a sound?"

Liao Kong nodded with a smile.

"The old monk is dishonest. I believe he didn't speak, but he wouldn't drink water or eat with his nostrils!"

Liao Kong's smile froze.

Who interprets the silent meditation like that?!

However, in that moment of speechlessness, Yue Zhuoqun moved, appearing in front of him as if in a flash, and threw a punch.

Boom!

The sonic boom was deafening; the force contained in the fist caused the air to explode, creating a vacuum.

Not only the air, but even the power of heaven and earth was blasted away, and the void was suppressed.

This was a punch delivered with sheer physical power, a punch so overwhelming it instilled despair.

Being inside the force of a punch gives one a feeling of insignificance, like an ant.

Liao Kong's eyelids twitched wildly as he frantically channeled his inner energy.

At this moment, who cares about keeping quiet?

With a loud shout, he gathered his energy and struck out with his palm to meet the attack:

"Ah!"

Bang!

Fists and palms clashed, and a fierce wind raged.

Chapter 191 Destined Enemy

Yue Zhuoqun's long robe and Liaokong's monk's robe were fluttering in the strong wind.

At the point where fists and palms clashed, a dazzling light flashed and a cracking sound rang out.

Two breaths, three breaths... five breaths.

A red glow appeared on Liao Kong's face. He staggered back five steps with a series of thuds, stomping his feet hard on the ground to steady himself.

He raised and pressed his palms down in front of his chest, and slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air from his dantian. His complexion finally returned to normal.

His eyes were filled with shock: "Amitabha, this old monk has practiced silent meditation for decades, yet it was broken by a single punch. Benefactor Yue's physique is truly unparalleled in the world."

Liao Kong hadn't fought anyone for thirty years. Although he didn't dare to claim that he could compare to the three grandmasters, he also didn't believe that just anyone could defeat him in one move.

But Yue Zhuoqun actually did it.

Not only did they break his silent meditation, but they also used only physical strength.

This level of strength is truly astonishing.

"Your flattery cannot deter my determination to take the He Shi Bi jade." Yue Zhuoqun smiled coldly, his tone full of confidence and dominance.

The exchange of fists and palms clearly revealed Kong's true strength.

She is below the three Grandmasters, the Evil King, and the Heavenly Blade, and belongs to the level of Empress Zhu Yuyan.