The Heavens: From Film and Mythology to Conquering Myriad Realms

"You are Han Xin?"

Yelü Pofeng looked at Han Xin, who had taken the initiative to walk out of the tent, and couldn't help but scrutinize him a few more times.

Although the Liao and Tibetan armies were smaller than the combined forces of the four kingdoms led by Han Xin, their living conditions were far inferior to those of the Central Plains, which resulted in the Liao and Tibetan people being fierce and ruthless.

This was also the source of Yelü Hongji's confidence, but unexpectedly, under Han Xin's command, his soldiers fought very frustratingly and were far inferior to Han Xin in military strategy.

"Who are you? How dare you trespass into my military camp alone!"

Han Xin looked solemn and said to Yelü Pofeng in a deep voice.

Lu Yao had warned Han Xin long ago that the enemy might send experts to assassinate their generals, but he didn't expect them to arrive so quickly.

"Hahaha, I am Yelü Pofeng, the number one expert of the Liao Dynasty and the son of the grasslands!"

Yelü Pofeng grinned, raised his hands, and looked extremely arrogant.

"Your surname is Yelü? You were sent by the Liao Kingdom!"

Han Xin's eyes narrowed, knowing that a master had arrived. Since he claimed to be the number one master, his strength was obviously not weak.

"Han Xin, I see you are a capable man. How about you come to my Great Liao?"

After witnessing Han Xin's military leadership skills, Yelü Pofeng also developed a fondness for his talent.

"Hmph! You think you can make me loyal to some barbarian from outside the region? You're dreaming."

Han Xin scoffed, completely disregarding the Liao Kingdom.

"If you won't listen to reason, you'll have to suffer the consequences! Since you refuse to submit, then die!"

Yelü Pofeng's wild laughter immediately turned gloomy as he stared fiercely at Han Xin, his pupils contracting instantly.

Yelü Pofeng swung his arm, sending several fist shadows flying towards Han Xin with lightning speed and exceptional ferocity.

Faced with the sudden attack, Han Xin showed no panic whatsoever, simply looking calmly at Yelü Pofeng.

"Pretend to be a ghost!"

Yelü Pofeng frowned slightly. He was very confident in his martial arts skills. With just that move, even a master of the innate realm could be killed, let alone Han Xin, who was only a master of the acquired realm.

Han Xin's martial arts talent is quite average. His current advanced level is due to the resources he has accumulated, which is for the purpose of longevity and health, rather than pursuing great strength.

Just as the fist was about to strike Han Xin, several sword energies suddenly appeared, easily dispersing Yelü Pofeng's fist force.

"who!"

Yelü Pofeng's expression hardened, his fists clenched instantly, and he looked around warily.

The fact that those sword energies were able to shatter his fist force in one strike clearly shows that the person who attacked was quite powerful.

"Are you the source of Liao's confidence in taking action this time?"

Lu Yao instantly appeared in front of Han Xin, looking at Yelü Pofeng with great interest.

"Who are you!"

Yelü Pofeng realized that he couldn't see through the person in front of him, and immediately became wary.

"The dead don't need to know their opponents' names."

Lu Yao chuckled lightly; he had no intention of letting Yelü Pofeng leave alive.

"Pfft! Utterly arrogant. Let me see what you're made of to dare to talk such big."

Yelü Pofeng chuckled. Although he was unsure of Lu Yao's background, it didn't mean he was afraid.

"Azure Wolf Divine Fist!"

Yelü Pofeng unleashed his true energy from both arms, and the pale green energy rose and condensed into two illusory wolf heads.

The ground instantly shattered, and Yelü Pofeng's fists roared like a pack of wolves, carrying a cold and bloodthirsty aura as he slammed towards Lu Yao.

"Great Demon-Subduing Fist!"

Lu Yao was not to be outdone, unleashing a burst of true energy far surpassing that of Yelü Pofeng, his powerful and unparalleled fist force erupting forth.

"Oh!"

The two sides exchanged blows, and the sound of air being blasted apart rang out continuously, sending gusts of energy whistling outwards.

Han Xin and the others had already retreated to a distance under Yang Guo's protection, and the surrounding soldiers also kept retreating, clearing a large area for the two to fight.

"What exquisite boxing skills!"

Lu Yao's expression shifted slightly. On the surface, their fist techniques were evenly matched, but in reality, Yelü Pofeng's Azure Wolf Fist was far more profound than Lu Yao's Great Subduing Demon Fist.

The reason they were evenly matched was that Lu Yao's true energy was extremely abundant, which smoothed out the difference between them.

"Damn it! Let's see how much internal energy you can afford to waste!"

Yelü Pofeng had clearly seen through it as well. He stared intently at Lu Yao, unleashing a flurry of punches as he relentlessly clashed with Lu Yao.

Lu Yao, however, was not in a hurry at all, and continued to exchange blows with Yelü Pofeng by relying on his advantage of true qi.

Three quarters of an hour later.

"Damn it! If you've got the guts, fight me head-on!"

Yelü Pofeng was panting heavily, his wolf eyes already bloodshot, staring intently at Lu Yao.

"Show me what other tricks you have up your sleeve."

Lu Yao smiled faintly, completely ignoring Yelü Pofeng's request.

Yelü Pofeng knew he would surely lose if things continued this way, so he decided to use his ultimate move.

"Domineering Kick!"

Yelü Pofeng roared, his true energy surging, and the true energy on his legs almost solidified.

The Overlord Leg is a unique skill from the Azure Wolf Overlord Technique cultivated by Yelü Pofeng. It is extremely powerful, a move that injures the enemy a thousand while also harming the user eight hundred. The true energy on Yelü Pofeng's legs even had a hint of blood color.

Lu Yao frowned, immediately realizing that Yelü Pofeng's move was not simple.

With a thought, countless sword energies began to condense around his body, forming a sword array that continuously swirled around him.

Yelü Pofeng vanished in an instant, only to reappear right in front of Lu Yao.

"So fast!"

Lu Yao's heart tightened, and he focused his mind highly, unleashing his true energy to form a light blue protective shield.

"boom!"

Yelü Pofeng kicked Lu Yao's protective shield, creating a deafening roar.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Yelü Pofeng's figure flashed continuously, appearing in various directions around Lu Yao. Each kick was filled with surging true energy, extremely fast and with tricky angles.

Unfortunately, apart from some slight ripples, Lu Yao's true qi shield remained firmly protecting him, but the sword qi gathered around him had already been shattered by Yelü Pofeng's kick.

Lu Yao simply stopped retaliating and instead frantically gathered his true energy to create a protective shield against Yelü Pofeng's attack.

"You bastard! Come out and fight me if you dare!"

Yelü Pofeng roared and unleashed his Tyrant Wind Kick repeatedly, but he still couldn't break through Lu Yao's protective barrier.

Feeling his internal energy gradually depleting and experiencing excruciating pain in his legs, Yelü Pofeng knew he couldn't continue fighting.

He then ignored Lu Yao and immediately tried to use his lightness skill to leave.

"Did I say you could leave? You've had enough of the beating, it's my turn!"

How could Lu Yao let Yelü Pofeng leave? The protective aura instantly disappeared, revealing Lu Yao's icy expression.

"Hmph! You've condensed that level of protective barrier, how much true energy do you have left? Do you want to suffer mutual destruction?"

Yelü Pofeng frowned, a bad feeling creeping into his heart.

"How much true energy do we have left? We'll find out by trying, won't we?"

Lu Yao grinned, and countless Six Meridian Sword Qi instantly condensed around his body.

"boom!"

Under Lu Yao's control, countless sword energies rushed towards Yelü Pofeng like meteors, seemingly endless.