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

hum!

His robes billowed, a powerful inner force emanated from him, the surrounding temperature plummeted, and a layer of frost formed on the ground.

The experts in the arena were all astonished by Zuo Lengchan's terrifying strength. Not only was his skill profound, but it also possessed an extremely cold attribute, sending chills down their spines.

No wonder they dared to forcibly merge the sects; even without Shaolin's support, they probably had the strength to do so on their own.

"Fine, I'll show you just how narrow-minded you are."

Yue Zhuoqun smiled lightly, and without using his lightness skill, he walked steadily to a few meters in front of Zuo Lengchan and stood still.

He stretched out his right hand and beckoned: "Come on, show me the martial arts you've painstakingly mastered over the past ten years."

This attitude not only showed utter contempt but also carried a condescending disdain.

"court death!"

Zuo Lengchan roared, stomped his feet on the ground and lunged forward, striking Yue Zhuoqun's chest with a palm strike.

When he unleashed this palm strike, his expression was cold and fierce, his sleeves billowed violently, and the extremely cold palm force was like an avalanche, possessing overwhelming power.

The Frost True Qi not only transforms internal energy into extreme cold, but when activated by palm techniques, it becomes an incomparably powerful Frost Palm martial art.

When striking the enemy, it first inflicts severe physical damage, then the palm force penetrates the enemy's body, freezing their meridians.

If one cannot dispel the invasion of cold air, even if one's own skill is deeper than Zuo Lengchan's, one will be completely suppressed.

Yue Zhuoqun, however, seemed oblivious to the cold. He immediately unleashed a palm strike, the force exploding like waves, its surging momentum resembling layers of clouds, completely enveloping the icy palm power.

Boom!

The ground shook, and large pieces of the smooth, hard floor tiles shattered, completely dispersing the icy palm force.

Dengdengdeng.

Zuo Lengchan retreated three or four steps, his chest heaving, his heart filled with horror.

"Is this the Purple Cloud Divine Skill? No, besides the continuous flow of Purple Cloud internal energy, there's also a pulling force. What kind of skill is this?"

"The secrets of Mount Hua are unfathomable; how could you possibly know them all?" Yue Zhuoqun chuckled, his eyes flashing with light, his demeanor instantly transforming from otherworldly to chillingly sinister: "I took one of your Frost Palm strikes; now you take one of my Chilling Palm strikes!"

laugh!

The air trembled slightly, and a chilling, eerie atmosphere surged forth.

Mysterious Dark Divine Palm!

The palm strike produced no extraordinary phenomena; it was as if a gentle breeze had stirred.

However, Zuo Lengchan sensed a great crisis and subconsciously activated his internal energy, striking out with both palms at the same time.

But the power seemed to land in empty space, which was extremely strange.

Surprised, he thought Yue Zhuoqun's palm strike was a feint and that he hadn't used his internal energy.

However, the next moment, he felt an icy chill envelop his body, spreading like a maggot in his flesh, and he couldn't force it out of his body with his internal energy.

"What a strange cold palm technique."

Yue Zhuoqun's palm strike didn't actually land on his body, but the invisible force had already invaded his body, and his skin was faintly turning black.

He couldn't imagine how powerful the damage would be if that palm strike landed.

If the palm force of the Frost True Qi was like an avalanche, overwhelming and devastating, then the palm force of the Profound Netherworld Divine Palm was like rolling cold air, penetrating to the bone and marrow, freezing his jaw so badly that it kept chattering.

Although the people around could not sense the strangeness of the Xuanming Divine Palm, they could tell that Zuo Lengchan had suffered a considerable loss.

Ding Mian immediately stood up and threw the longsword in his hand into the arena: "Senior brother, catch the sword."

Fortunately, Zuo Lengchan's icy internal force has some similarities to the Xuanming Palm Force. Although he could not force it out of his body, he could still endure it and not lose his fighting ability on the spot.

Upon hearing Ding Mian's reminder, he leaped up, grabbed the sword hilt with his right hand, and kicked the scabbard with his left foot, sending the scabbard flying.

Sonorous!

High in the air, looking down from above, he slashed out with his sword.

A chilling aura emanated from the sword, its moves powerful and sweeping, exuding an aura of dominance that could traverse thousands of miles.

Yue Zhuoqun took a light step forward, and from the depths of his right hand, a mystery invisible to the human eye appeared at the tip of the sword.

Ding!

The sword, which could traverse thousands of miles, was easily caught by him, ignoring the chilling aura.

Zuo Lengchan, sword in hand, was frozen in mid-air.

wow~

The surrounding heroes instinctively stood up.

"What amazing finger technique."

They couldn't see the mystery behind the trap, but they felt it conformed to the laws of nature.

Even though it's just two fingers pinching together, it's as if a cage of heaven and earth is hidden between the fingers, and nothing can escape it, casting a shadow over one's heart.

"I think I've heard Brother Bitter Gourd from the dining hall mention this amazing finger technique before." In the Shaolin camp, Liaoyin looked at his two senior brothers.

“It’s Lu Xiaofeng’s Lingxi Finger, but how come Yue Buqun knows it too?” Liao Kong and Liao Jie frowned, their eyes filled with doubt.

Master Bitter Gourd is the head chef in the Shaolin vegetarian restaurant, and his cooking skills are superb.

Despite being confined to the dining hall, his martial arts skills were by no means weak. He had praised Lu Xiaofeng highly, often mentioning the latter's "Lingxi Finger".

While everyone was still wondering, the battle on the field changed again.

Yue Zhuoqun gently turned and pulled the two fingers that were holding the sword tip, generating a strange pulling force.

The longsword drew a circle in the air and changed direction.

puff~

"Ah! My arm."

Zuo Lengchan screamed as he fell from the sky, his left arm also landing on the ground.

Yue Zhuoqun actually controlled his sword and severed his left arm at the shoulder. Blood spurted from the severed arm, staining the ground red.

To outsiders, this scene looked like he was harming himself.

"Now, do I have the right to reclaim the Alliance Leader's Command Flag?"

Ignoring his screams, Yue Zhuoqun asked indifferently.

Chapter 66 One Man Against a Group of Heroes

"you you……"

Zuo Lengchan was filled with panic, and his confidence was shattered.

He spent over ten years meticulously creating the Frost True Qi, thinking he could easily crush Yue Zhuoqun, but unexpectedly he was easily crushed by the other party.

Just as the other party had said, he was indeed a frog in a well with a limited view of the world. Yue Zhuoqun's strength was far beyond his imagination.

"Senior Brother Head!"

Ding Mian and the others were also thrown into disarray, and drew their swords, wanting to rush forward.

"Hey!"

The sword flashed, and a long gash was cleaved in the ground, blocking their way.

"Hmph! Do you think our Huashan Sect has no one to rely on?!"

Feng Ping and the others stood up, pointing their swords at the Songshan Sect members.

Dingxian and the others stepped forward, forming a pincer movement to completely surround the Songshan Sect.

"Zuo Lengchan, it's time to hand over the alliance leader's flag to Junior Brother Yue, since the victor is king and the loser is villain."

Zuo Lengchan tapped his left shoulder repeatedly with his right hand, stopping the gushing blood. Only then did he suppress the fear and anger in his heart, and looked unwillingly at the Shaolin camp diagonally behind him:

"Three masters, are you going to just watch the show forever?"

"Amitabha!"

Liao Kong and the other two chanted a Buddhist prayer in unison before rising and stepping into the arena: "Sect Leader Yue, the position of leader of the Five Mountains Alliance cannot be returned to your Mount Hua."

"Ha! No matter who sits on the throne as the leader, it's an internal matter for our Five Mountains Sword Sect. When did it become your Shaolin's place to interfere!"

"It's not that Shaolin wants to interfere, but your Huashan sect acts too ruthlessly and domineeringly, causing widespread resentment in the martial arts world. In order to maintain the stability of the martial arts world, we have no choice but to intervene," Liaokong said, shaking his head.

As soon as Liao Kong spoke, Jian Jingfeng, Qilinzi, and others also stepped forward:

"Master is right! Yue Buqun, the things your Huashan Sect has done have strayed from the right path."

"You routinely wipe out martial arts sects and wreak havoc in several provinces, which is exactly the same as the actions of the Sun Moon Cult."

"We have gathered here today at Mount Song, ostensibly to witness the Five Sacred Mountains Alliance, but in reality, we are here to punish you."

"Bullshit! Which of the sects that Senior Brother Yue wiped out didn't collude with Japanese pirates?"

Whether it brought chaos or stability to several provinces, the people of the coastal provinces know best.

Even the current emperor admires Yue Shixiong's actions and has appointed him as Jin Zi Guang Lu Da Fu, in charge of all matters of the Taoist sect.