The Heavens: From Film and Mythology to Conquering Myriad Realms

A soft laugh echoed throughout the conference hall.

Everyone involuntarily turned to look at the source of the sound.

Lu Yao used his lightness skill to step down from the roof and slowly land in front of Darba.

"It's you!"

Darba immediately recognized Lu Yao, and his expression faltered slightly.

Back then, Lu Yao had exchanged a few blows with Darba at the entrance of the Tomb of the Living Dead and was already able to suppress Darba. Now, the gap between the two is even greater.

"Master! I can't beat him."

Darba glanced at Lu Yao, then turned back to Jinlun and said with a wronged expression.

"Hmph! How can you know you're no match before the fight even starts? You're just wasting your own face. Get out of here!"

Jinlun's face darkened, and he snorted coldly at Darba.

"Ah! Master is right, I will defeat you!"

Upon hearing Jinlun's words, Darba's expression hardened, and he roared at Lu Yao.

"You've got something wrong with your head!"

Lu Yao narrowed his eyes and looked at Darba with the kind of look one would give someone an idiot.

Darba was slow-witted but honest and straightforward, and had good martial arts talent, which was why Jinlun took him as his disciple.

But Darba hated being called an idiot the most, so after Lu Yao finished speaking, his expression instantly turned furious.

"what!"

Darba roared and charged at Lu Yao, brandishing his golden staff. With a powerful stride, his true energy surged, causing even the sturdy platform to tremble slightly.

"Go down, you are no match for me."

Lu Yao shook his head, and his Nine Yang True Qi erupted instantly.

Darba's charging figure was blasted away by the true energy as if struck by a boulder, flying towards the direction of the golden wheel.

"Ah!"

Seeing Darba flying towards him, Jinlun's expression changed. He smashed the armrest of the palanquin with a palm and caught Darba's heavy body.

"Master! I really can't beat him."

Darba, held in Jinlun's hand, looked at Jinlun and said with difficulty.

Jinlun's expression changed slightly. He put Darba down and looked at Lu Yao.

"Your martial arts are excellent, sir. My disciple is indeed no match for you."

Jinlong's expression changed, and he put on a smiling face, cupping his hands in a gesture of respect to Lu Yao.

"Jinlun, now that you've come to this gathering of heroes, whether you're a hero or a coward, come up and test your mettle."

Lu Yao remained calm as he looked at Jin Lun.

The Heroes' Gathering originally included a fighting segment, but Lu Yao was too lazy to watch them compete one by one, so he directly challenged the powerful Jinlun.

"If Huo Du has such martial arts skills, then his master Jinlun must also be quite skilled. Can Guo'er's master handle him?"

Looking at Lu Yao on the stage, Huang Rong asked Guo Jing with some concern.

"Rong'er, don't worry. This young hero Lu is no ordinary man. His martial arts are no less than mine. Let's take a look first."

Guo Jing had a general assessment of Lu Yao's martial arts skills, so he wasn't worried.

"Your martial arts skills are no less than Brother Jing's, then the position of martial arts alliance leader..."

Huang Rong's expression remained unchanged upon hearing Guo Jing's words, but she felt a surge of worry in her heart.

This martial arts tournament was actually held for Guo Jing. Given Guo Jing's martial arts skills and reputation, he would naturally be recommended as the leader of the martial arts alliance.

But with Lu Yao's involvement, Huang Rong was also unsure of herself, and she realized that Lu Yao was not someone who didn't care about fame and fortune.

"Hahaha, I am Jinlun, the Protector of the Nation of Mongolia. May I ask your name?"

Provoked by Lu Yao, Jin Lun stopped pretending and asked Lu Yao with a gloomy expression.

"Lu Yao of the Ancient Tomb Sect, I've heard you're the number one expert in Mongolia. Today I'd like to learn from you."

Lu Yao looked at Jinlun with great interest, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"Hmph! You have quite the nerve. Take this!"

Seeing Lu Yao's expression, Jin Lun felt a surge of anger and quickly attacked him.

Instead of using his usual Five-Blade Wheel to deal with Lu Yao, Jinlun directly unleashed his strongest martial art.

"Dragon Elephant Prajna Palm!"

Jinlun's palms were like phantoms, the solid palms formed from condensed true energy carrying the force of a thousand pounds, and slammed fiercely towards Lu Yao.

"This Golden Wheel possesses incredible internal energy!"

Guo Jing, who was watching the battle, noticed the extraordinary nature of Jinlun's move.

"Kid, you dare take my palm strike?"

Jinlun sneered, trying to provoke Lu Yao into accepting the internal energy of his newly cultivated Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill, which had just reached the ninth level.

Jinlun was very familiar with his palm strikes. When he used his full strength, few martial arts masters could withstand his massive palm strike.

"Nothing!"

Lu Yao smiled as he watched the giant golden hand hurtling towards him.

"Hmph! What a shame!"

Seeing Lu Yao's stubbornness, Jinlun snorted coldly.

"Breaking Palm Stance!"

Just as the Dragon Elephant Prajna Palm was about to strike Lu Yao, Lu Yao's figure instantly turned into a blur and disappeared from the spot.

The sword energy of the Nine Swords of Dugu surged, almost tangible, and fiercely pierced towards the golden giant palm.

"Look, Senior Brother! It's that strange sword technique again!"

Hao Datong, who was watching from the sidelines, saw Lu Yao use the Dugu Nine Swords again and couldn't help but say to Ma Yu beside him.

"Lu Yao's extraordinary encounter is truly remarkable."

Ma Yu shook his head. He was certain that the Ancient Tomb Sect did not possess such a powerful sword technique; it must have been obtained by Lu Yao through a fortuitous encounter.

In the arena, the sword energy of Dugu Nine Swords was only blocked by the Dragon Elephant Prajna Palm for a few seconds before it was pierced and shot towards the Golden Wheel.

"How is that possible! A sword technique specifically designed to counter palm techniques?"

Jinlun was utterly shocked by what he saw and quickly used his lightness skill to dodge the sword energy.

"What kind of swordsmanship did you use that actually broke my Dragon Elephant Prajna Palm!"

Jinlun's face was extremely ugly, and his eyes were filled with shock as he looked at Lu Yao.

"Dugu Nine Swords!"

Lu Yao twirled the Longquan sword in his hand and coldly pointed it at Jinlun.

"Hmph! You only broke my palm technique. Let me show you the true secret methods of my sect!"

Jinlun narrowed his eyes, knowing that his palm technique, which relied on true qi, was no match for Lu Yao.

"Ah!"

With a loud shout, Jinlun's clothes burst open, revealing his powerful muscles as he unleashed his profound Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill.

The Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill is the supreme protective skill of Tantric Buddhism, consisting of thirteen levels. Each palm strike of the external martial arts technique carries the power of a dragon and an elephant, making it extremely fierce.

However, this technique is also an internal cultivation method. Practicing it can grant one the power of a dragon and an elephant, making one infinitely strong.

"drink!"

With a loud shout, Jinlun circulated his true energy throughout his body, took one step, and swiftly attacked Lu Yao.

"Some tricks."

Lu Yao smiled slightly as he watched Jinlun unleash the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill.

"You haven't mastered the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill, and I haven't mastered the Nine Yang Manual either. Let's see who's stronger!"

Lu Yao laughed loudly, put away the Longquan Sword, and activated the Nine Yang True Scripture. His body erupted with light red true energy, which was even more powerful than Jin Lun's aura.

"What kind of technique is this? It doesn't look simple."

"Young Master Lu, your martial arts are truly formidable. I think that Golden Wheel is in danger."

The martial arts practitioners watching Lu Yao's strange phenomena were constantly discussing it.

"I didn't expect him to hold back back then."

Looking at the aura emanating from Lu Yao, Jinlong couldn't help but mutter to himself.

"My Dragon Elephant Prajna Technique is the strongest!"

Jinlun's eyes turned bloodshot, and he roared.

Jinlun also felt the pressure from the Nine Yang Manual, but he still firmly believed that the technique he cultivated was the strongest.

The victor has been determined!

Lu Yao, surrounded by true energy, looked at the approaching golden wheel and spoke calmly.