Imperial henchmen? Never been struck by the sword of the Six Doors (a secret police agency).

Buzhou Mountain, battlefield

Prince An's move was directly transformed from a divine killing move.

The move "Yayu" is simple and direct, without any artistic conception.

It's simply about using the might of heaven to oppress people and the might of earth to quell enemies.

Simple, pure, and direct.

Outside the battlefield, Nuwa's snake tail curled up once more.

"Zhulong...this..."

Nuwa naturally noticed something was wrong.

"Jun Su has mastered the rhythm of Ya Yu."

"Although he didn't use it much on the battlefield."

"But just now, he adjusted the rhythm of that move, making it a sure-kill move that couldn't be dodged."

Zhulong looked at the battlefield, his eyes flashing.

The Way of Rhythm is very mysterious, involving both cause and effect and time.

Jun Su simply adjusted his killing move to make it a guaranteed hit; in essence, he was simply controlling cause and effect.

"Once Jun Su has fully mastered the Dao of Rhythm, his enemies will understand... what true despair is."

Zhulong rubbed his fingertips together, his eyes deep and profound.

Rhythm Path is a martial art unique to Yayu. It is a martial art that he mastered after helping the weak and oppressed, and after the weak tribes worshipped him with rites and music. He integrated the true meaning of heaven and earth into this martial art.

Each supreme being has a different experience, and their martial arts are also different.

Even if they experience exactly the same things, their different mindsets will lead them to completely different paths in martial arts.

Even if the Xuanyuan clan and the Lord of War had the exact same experiences from childhood to adulthood, their martial arts paths would be completely opposite.

This is the difference that comes from one's true nature.

The same applies to the rhythmic path of Yayu.

Only he can get out of this situation.

But... at this moment, he passed on this martial art completely to Prince An.

"Yayu...do you really not know...or are you also harboring evil intentions?"

Zhulong chuckled inwardly.

Since Yayu herself has mastered this martial art, it's naturally nothing special.

Because he was not fond of killing, was indifferent to worldly affairs, and disliked warfare.

But it's different when this martial art is passed down to Prince An.

For Prince An, whose every move is a guaranteed kill, this martial arts path is truly like adding wings to a tiger.

Logically speaking, given Yayu's character, even if she were to be given a legacy, she wouldn't pass it on to this particular person.

But Yayu gave up, knowing that the next enemy would be the Western Regions.

Even Zhulong suspected that Yayu might have given it to him on purpose.

If it was indeed given intentionally, then the image of that god would undoubtedly become more complete.

Even gods can be cunning at times.

However, it's impossible to get in touch with him now.

On the other side, some people were equally surprised.

"What kind of martial art is that?"

Xuanyuan glanced at the battlefield, a glint in his eyes.

He sensed the extraordinary nature of the Dao of Rhythm.

Because Yayu went into seclusion early, he never saw the gods.

His understanding of Yayu came from books from later generations.

When Jun Su was sparring with Ya Yu, he felt that Jun Su would not be in danger, so he did not go.

Upon suddenly seeing the Dao of Rhythm, Xuanyuan was astonished.

If he could comprehend this martial art, perhaps he could use the rhythm to disrupt the warrior's vital energy.

Just as each martial master has their own unique strengths.

The same applies to supreme beings; whether someone is powerful or not is often not determined solely by their strength.

Even if the current Xuanyuan clan were to merge with the military lord to capture the White Lotus Holy Mother, they would find it troublesome.

Even a loach can't run that fast.

The Jade Emperor is the same, as is the Lord of Lingxiao Dao?

Even when they see Dao Li, they still avoid him.

The same applies to the rhythmic path of Yayu.

If the Human Emperor were to control it, he could indeed disrupt the vital energy of the military leader.

But only the Xuanyuan clan could do it.

Those weaker than the Xuanyuan clan, even if they master this martial art, will be directly killed by the backlash of their qi and blood.

The warlord's eyes also flashed as he looked at the calm and composed figure of Prince An on the battlefield.

It might be a bit difficult for the Xuanyuan clan to use the Dao of Rhythm to interfere with the warrior's blood and qi.

However, if the soldiers mastered this martial art and directly interfered with the Xuanyuan clan's Taoist arts through rhythm, it would truly cause an explosion.

Xuanyuan, who was performing a Daoist technique, could release ten thousand Daoist techniques in a single breath, but if even one of them was disturbed, the other Daoist techniques would also become disordered.

The thought of seeing Xuanyuan blow himself up made the corners of his mouth under the mask of the War Lord curl up slightly.

"When we get back, I must ask Junsu to teach me."

"When we get back, I'll have to ask Jun Su for some advice."

The two arch-enemies, the Human Emperor and the War Lord, were surprisingly in agreement at this moment.

On the battlefield atop Mount Buzhou, the gods of water and fire, these two old rivals, were now united in purpose.

The two collided at the edge of the domain, gaining a new understanding of the formidable physique of the Prince of An.

However... they were not afraid.

Because their injuries were not serious.

This move is powerful, but they are not weak.

"The vastness of the world."

Gonggong nodded to Zhurong, holding a long spear. After his figure disappeared, he turned around and thrust the spear at King An.

This time, the floodwaters in mid-air submerged the sky and earth.

Beyond the realm's boundaries, the flood completely enveloped the heavens and earth.

This imposing force gave Gonggong's spear a world-shattering power.

Li Junsu's eyes narrowed; the two were indeed very strong once they reached their peak.

"The sky falls."

Li Junsu shielded Zhao Han with his sword, using the blade to block the spear.

This time, Gonggong gripped the spear shaft tightly with both hands and exerted force forward once more.

Li Junsu gripped the hilt of the knife tightly with one hand, while the other hand blocked the blade, and the two men wrestled with each other.

"Fire engulfs the nine fields."

Zhu Rong seized this opportunity, his figure transforming into a wisp of fire, swirling amidst the floodwaters, and launched a direct attack.

Flames appeared behind Prince An, and a sword pierced straight for his heart.

"Dingning".

Prince An sensed the killing move behind him and suddenly pulled his long sword, the blade scraping against the spear tip with a piercing sound.

Then, the blade left, and the spear pierced directly towards Prince An's throat.

Long spears attacked from the front, while long swords thrust straight at them from behind.

Prince An spun around and swung his blade in a wide arc.

The intent to destroy Dingning, combined with the killing intent of Heaven, directly collided with the weapon of the God of Water and Fire.

The flood and the flames exploded at the same time.

The next instant, two astonishing aftershocks were suppressed under the influence of Mie Dingning's intent.

Even so, the aftershocks still spread.

The dragon robe on Prince An's shoulder was burned by the fire spirit.

Her fair skin, like jade, was enveloped in deathly aura once more in the next instant, and her dragon robe was restored in the blink of an eye.

The hem of her clothes was also scorched, with sparks spreading upwards.

The next instant, it was swallowed by deathly energy, the sparks stopped spreading, and blackish-red smoke rose slightly.

On the other side, just as Prince An's hair was about to be stained by water droplets, an aura of death appeared.

The death energy surged into the water spirit, turning into jet-black water droplets.

Water droplets danced in mid-air, like black gemstones.

Prince An slashed down the two supreme beings with a single blow, his expression calm.

The expressions of the two supreme beings on either side simultaneously turned solemn.

Ordinary killing moves could not break through Prince An's defenses.

Or rather... the Prince An, who was in complete control, didn't take their usual killing moves seriously.

"Don't be polite with him."

Gonggong looked at Zhurong and spoke telepathically.

"understood."

Zhu Rong replied.

In the next instant, the two figures transformed into a flood and flames respectively and departed.

Zhao Han's blade slashed through the air, and Prince An stood still.

"Water God".

On the ground, the figure of the water god appeared.

As he spoke, the water spirit from the direction of the Immortal Sea rushed over.

From the vast ocean, water spirits, imbued with the lingering power of the gods, flew in at the same time.

"Vulcan."

As soon as the God of Fire spoke, the spirit of the sun surged forth from within the sun.

The sun burst forth with dazzling light.