One person: I, Daoist Master, am a cultivator of immortality!

"I was prepared for this move. An ordinary person would have thought that your seemingly dangerous palm strike was the real threat, but unfortunately, your restrained palm strike was the real venomous snake lurking in the shadows."

As Sun Yao spoke, he turned around and flipped over Sun Yao's wrist.

"That's a really vicious move of yours, you even used the Bone-Melting Palm technique. But if someone really gets hit by your move, they will indeed lose their fighting ability. If it were anyone else, they would probably be at your mercy."

As Sun Yao spoke, he tightened his grip on the Heavenly Dragon Claw Hand technique, intending to break the old man Wu Ming's wrist.

Wu Ming naturally wouldn't tolerate him breaking his wrist like that. He immediately unleashed the power of the Hunyuan Qi Gong, attempting to break free from Sun Yao's tight grip on his Heavenly Dragon Claw Hand through the surge of his own power.

However, as his aura surged, Sun Yao's Heavenly Dragon Claw Hand firmly gripped him without the slightest loosening.

Seeing the Heavenly Dragon Claw Hand tightening its grip, Wu Ming didn't have time to think of any other methods. He pointed his right finger and slashed out, directly aiming at Sun Yao's left hand, which was using the Heavenly Dragon Claw Hand.

Seeing this, Sun Yao kicked his left leg instead, but he had to let go of Wu Ming's Heavenly Dragon Claw Hand, which caused Wu Ming to spin and fly backward.

However, this also relieved Wu Ming's immediate crisis. He unleashed the internal energy of the Hunyuan Qi Gong, accelerating his descent. He had given up hope of escaping Sun Yao's pursuit and only hoped to find terrain that was relatively advantageous for him.

In this vast expanse of sky, his desire to defeat the ever-evolving Sun Yao was nothing short of a pipe dream. But if he were to enter the dense forest and launch a sneak attack under its cover, he, as an assassin, might have a sliver of a chance to escape alive.

If he could think of something, Sun Yao could too. Although Sun Yao didn't mind him going into the forest, he would naturally choose the easier option of catching rats in the forest rather than on an open concrete surface.

Sun Yao gently raised his hand, and a phantom image of the Tai Chi Bagua appeared in his right palm. He rarely used the Fuxi Bagua.

Since arriving in this world, he has rarely used any extraordinary techniques. In battle, he has increasingly emulated the heroes of this world of intermediate and even advanced martial arts, and has even comprehended many sword techniques, fist techniques, and other skills.

Because Sun Yao knew from the beginning that the tallest tree in the forest will be felled by the wind, and the biggest problem in this world has never been scarcity but inequality.

He used too many divine methods, which would inevitably lead people to suspect that he was using those methods. Even if there are terrestrial immortals and celestial beings in this world, they are ultimately martial artists or people from the three religions.

Unlike Sun Yao, who cultivates immortality, they are not immortals in essence; they are ultimately just martial artists. But what about Sun Yao? As his strength grows, he is getting closer and closer to the concept of an immortal.

Putting everything else aside, let's just talk about flying on a sword. Even if a land-based sword immortal used the Peerless Sword Box from Peerless City, his sword-flying ability wouldn't be even a fraction of Sun Yao's.

Sun Yao had considered establishing a cultivation sect here, but the problem remained: his influence as an individual was too small.

The existence of cultivation techniques for immortality would surely be known to the emperors, and those emperors who yearned for longevity would certainly not let this opportunity pass.

If Sun Yao were a demon cultivator, it wouldn't matter. He could even kill one or two of them if they came, without much impact on him. In fact, it would greatly help his cultivation.

But he is a cultivator, and killing too many people will generate malevolent energy, which will make his future progress extremely difficult. It may not be an obstacle at the Nascent Soul stage, but when I reach the Deity Transformation stage and understand myself, I will have to find a way to dispel this malevolent energy.

Not only would it waste time, but how easy is it to ward off evil spirits? A slight mistake could wipe out years of hard work in a single day.

However, there was no one else around now, and in Sun Yao's eyes Wu Ming was already a dead man, so there was no need to hold back and he could use any means at will.

"The Eight Trigrams of Fuxi, combining Qian and Kun, opened the heavens with a single stroke!"

This was the first time Sun Yao had used this technique. With a single stroke, he opened up the heavens and separated a section of the world. At this moment, Sun Yao could control everything in this separated world.

Wu Ming was in mid-air in a freefall motion, or rather, free flight.

Just as he was about to land, only a few feet away from the lush treetops, an unimaginable feeling enveloped him, as if he were in a thunderous inferno, every pore of his body throbbing with pain.

This is what he had previously told Sun Yao: the cicada senses the spring breeze before it stirs. This ability to perceive crisis has allowed him to avoid many crises, and it was even because of this ability that Sun Yao waited for three days in vain.

Previously, he had only had a slight feeling, but now, this feeling had seeped into his body and mind, and he was immediately terrified.

Let alone after entering the realm of terrestrial immortals, he had never had this feeling since he entered the martial world.

"No, we can't stay any longer, we have to leave quickly!"

He muttered to himself, his body speed increasing involuntarily. Before he even hit the ground, he used the treetop to propel himself forward, accelerating into the distance.

He had originally planned to use geography to his advantage and deal with Sun Yao, but now all he could do was run for his life.

"I've already used this move, do you think you can escape? A sheer cliff, towering ten thousand feet to the sky, the character 'Gen'—ten thousand feet high!"

Sun Yao pointed his sword, and countless stone spikes suddenly shot from the forest floor into the sky. These stone spikes were incredibly smooth, like stone swords that had been carefully polished and carved.

Moreover, the sharpness of these stone spikes should not be underestimated; even a finely forged steel sword might not be as strong as these constantly emerging stone spikes.

With each of these stone spikes piercing the ground, Wu Ming would feel a sharp pain beforehand, and would quickly twist his body in another direction.

Despite his ability to sense the spring breeze before it even begins, he still suffered injuries under the weight of the towering Gen character, Wanren, and quite a few of them.

Although the "Gen" character "Wanren" did not pierce him directly, he eventually couldn't dodge in time. Before long, his luxurious clothes were tattered, and blood seeped from his entire body, almost turning him into a blood-soaked figure.

"Very well, then take my next move. Disaster arises from the wind, bringing calamity to the world. The character Xun: Wind Calamity!"

After the words "wind disaster" were uttered, a fierce wind rose between heaven and earth, blowing countless things from the ground into the sky, including flowers, plants, animals, trees, and rocks.

Of course, Wu Ming, who was flying in mid-air, was not spared either, and was also swept up into the sky by the gale.