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The air seemed to ignite, scorching currents raging everywhere, making it hard to breathe. Seeing this, Confucius frowned slightly. He had clearly not expected Fujin's palm power to be so formidable. However, he did not retreat. Instead, he continuously urged the power of the sky, hoping to break through Fujin's defenses in one fell swoop.

Fujin gritted his teeth, his entire body's internal energy flowing into his palms like surging waves. He exerted all his strength, unleashing the full power of the Vajra Palm.

Just as the two sides were deadlocked, with no clear winner, Confucius launched another fierce attack without warning! His face was solemn, his eyes fixed on Fujin, and his hands formed seals as fast as lightning.

As he moved, a tremendous force of the earth gushed out from the map of mountains and rivers like surging waves, like a volcano about to erupt, carrying endless pressure, and bombarded Fujin directly.

Instantly, the surrounding space vibrated violently from this overwhelming force, as if the entire earth were trembling. Countless earth elementals, as if summoned, surged in from all directions, like a surging torrent, sweeping towards Fujin with overwhelming momentum.

In the blink of an eye, Fujin was completely enveloped by the raging earth element, forming an enormous earth ball. This earth ball continuously squeezed and contracted, as if to crush Fujin completely.

However, Fujin, inside the earth ball, showed no fear. He took a deep breath, adjusted his posture, and his aura suddenly surged, like a bomb about to explode.

Then, Fujin's hands rapidly changed their fingering techniques, unleashing his unique skill—the Vajra Finger. His fingertips shone with dazzling light, glittering like the brightest stars in the night sky, and with the force of a thunderbolt, he fiercely stabbed a certain point on the earth ball.

This finger contained endless power and skill, as if the most powerful force in the universe was gathered here. In an extremely subtle way, it accurately hit a certain point on the earth ball. Although this point seemed insignificant, it was the key to the entire structure of the earth ball.

There was a deafening roar, as if the entire world trembled. The earth ball, unable to bear the weight of the finger attack, was forcibly punctured. This hole was like the core of a detonated bomb, and a powerful force erupted through it like a volcanic eruption.

The earth ball collapsed and disintegrated in an instant, and countless earth elements scattered like a swarm of disturbed bees. They danced in the air, creating a scene of flying dust, as if the entire space was stirred by this force.

Fujin's figure flashed through the mound, soaring into the sky like lightning. His movements were light and swift, as if completely unaffected by the overwhelming force. In the blink of an eye, he landed steadily in mid-air, like a god of war, overlooking the chaotic scene below.

His eyes were like torches, locked tightly on Confucius, and a confident arc appeared on the corner of his mouth. Despite having just experienced such a fierce battle, his aura was not diminished at all, but even more majestic.

"Lion's Roar!" Fujin's eyes suddenly widened in anger, and he roared. This roar was like the howling of a violent wind, carrying with it endless pressure and power. He gathered all the spiritual energy in his Dantian, concentrating all his strength into this roar.

As his roar rang out, a powerful sound wave like rolling thunder swept toward Confucius. Wherever the sound wave passed, space seemed to distort, leaves fell, and dust flew. The power was like an overwhelming force, terrifying.

Confucius stood there, his expression remarkably calm, without the slightest sign of panic. With a gentle wave of his hands, a vast expanse of mountains and rivers unfolded instantly, emitting a dazzling light.

Instantly, the mountains and rivers in the picture seemed to be imbued with life and began to tremble violently. Towering mountains rose from the ground, their majestic momentum surging out like a tidal wave; surging rivers flowed endlessly, their immense power converging into a torrent like a galloping horse.

This torrent, formed by the power of mountains and rivers, quickly condensed into an indestructible barrier in front of Confucius. This barrier was like a solid wall of steel, tightly protecting Confucius.

At this moment, the sound waves of the Lion's Roar, like a violent hurricane, fiercely slammed into the barrier formed by the power of the mountains and rivers. In an instant, there was a deafening roar as the sound waves and the power of the mountains and rivers collided violently in mid-air, emitting bursts of deafening noises.

The sound was like thunder from the heavens, like an earthquake, as if the entire world were trembling. For a moment, it felt as if a grand symphony was playing between heaven and earth. The sound waves and the power of the mountains and rivers intertwined and countered each other, and neither could break through the other's defense.

Fujin stood not far away, his brows furrowed tightly, a solemn expression on his face. He had obviously not expected that Confucius could withstand his Lion's Roar so easily and even counterattack with such a powerful force.

Unwilling to give up, Fujin took a deep breath and let out an even more shrill roar. This roar was like the roar of a demon, deafening, and the power of the sound waves was several times stronger than before.

However, Confucius remained unmoved. The Wanli Mountains and Rivers Map in his hand shone with endless light, continuously releasing the power of mountains and rivers. This power was like an endless ocean, and no matter how much Fujin increased the power of the Lion's Roar, he could not break through it.

The two sides were deadlocked, and the air around them became extremely hot due to the violent collision of sound waves and the power of mountains and rivers, as if it was ignited.

This fierce clash lasted for a long time, with both sides displaying astonishing strength. Fu Jin secretly marveled at Kong Fuzi's methods, while Kong Fuzi was secretly wary of Fu Jin's Lion's Roar. The two sides exchanged blows, each unable to overcome the other, and the situation reached a stalemate. Everything around them trembled in fear at this clash of power.

Elsewhere, Li Xingyun's carriage vanished as if from thin air, disappearing in the blink of an eye. Only Kong Fuzi and Fujin remained, their figures intertwined like lightning, each clash accompanied by a fierce collision and sparks flying!

"Hehehe...Interesting! This is truly interesting!" Suddenly, a hoarse, sinister laugh echoed through the sky, like a demon from hell. In an instant, the sky and the earth changed color, and dark clouds rolled in overhead, as if the entire world were enveloped by this dark force.

As the laughter faded, three figures in black cloaks suddenly appeared in the sky. They hovered in the air like ghosts, blocking the carriage's path. These three figures exuded an eerie aura that made people shudder.

"The Dusk Society? Haha... you finally can't help it?" Li Xingyun's lips curled up slightly, revealing a faint smile. He seemed to have anticipated the Dusk Society's appearance and was not surprised at all.

"Your Highness! I'll take care of them!" Seeing this, Ye Xian frowned and immediately spoke. His voice revealed a sense of determination and confidence, and he was clearly quite confident in his own strength.

However, Li Xingyun shook his head gently, rejecting Ye Xian's proposal. "No, keep going, someone will take care of them." His tone was calm and firm.