Wuxia: Start with max-level Nine Yang Divine Skill

"roar!"

Just as Huang Qin was feeling triumphant and her howling was at its sharpest and most rampant, Li Fu suddenly took a deep breath and focused his energy into his dantian.

A clear, long howl, like metal and stone shattering, or a dragon's roar from the heavens, suddenly resounded!

This whistling sound contained all of his power.

Although it was not a sonic technique, it was propelled by an overwhelming and unstoppable internal force, yet the sound waves surged into the sky, instantly overwhelming the howling sandstorm and Huang Qin's ghostly wailing!

"Hmm!"

Those who were nearby, including Gong Xiaoshang, felt a bang in their ears and a tightness in their chest. It was as if a divine dragon was roaring beside them, shaking their internal organs and causing their blood and qi to surge violently.

The monk Zhitong of Famen Temple and the Taoist priest Chongling of Laoshan were shocked.

They could tell that Li Fu's long howl was not powered by any sonic techniques, but was simply sustained by his powerful internal energy, which was capable of shaking the heavens and shattering rocks.

"A long roar generated purely from internal force can actually have such power?"

If someone with low martial arts skills were to directly withstand this roar, they would likely be immediately deafened and suffer so much pain they would feel like vomiting blood.

Zhu Tongzhou's heart was filled with turbulent waves.

As the son of the renowned Land Dragon in the martial arts world, he always maintained a humble demeanor, but he also harbored a sense of pride.

Among the younger generation, he had never truly submitted to anyone. He had once easily knocked one of the Tiger Claw Four Tigers away with a flick of his wrist, and Li Fu had casually broken Wang Zheliu's disciple's broadsword and sliced ​​off one of his ears.

He was surprised by Li Fu's martial arts skills, and at the same time, he secretly wanted to compare them.

But now, feeling this unfathomable level of internal strength, he completely lost the will to compare and only had one thought left—he was far behind, truly far behind!

Everyone hurriedly covered their ears, trying to endure the nausea and turmoil caused by the dragon-like roar.

They all understood that Li Fu was trying to drive away the powerful enemy and save people.

"You want to kick me out?"

"Hmph! Your internal strength is impressive, but let's see how long you can hold out!"

Huang Qin was also shaken by the long, piercing roar that sounded like a dragon's cry, causing her blood to surge and her ears to ring.

She was surprised to find such a master among the people below, and the voice sounded very young, definitely no more than thirty years old. At the same time, she could tell that the other party did not understand the subtleties of sonic power at all.

She gritted her teeth, enduring the discomfort, and howled with all her might, refusing to believe that the other party's brute force could outlast her!

Although Huang Qin had the cover of the sandstorm, she did not dare to lower her altitude too much. She could not see that Li Fu looked to be at most around twenty years old, otherwise she would probably be even more incredulous.

"Alright, let's see who gives up first."

Li Fu showed no fear, raising his head and letting out a long roar, one after another, like the tide of the sea.

If it weren't in the desert, but in a beautiful mountain forest, someone else might think they had encountered a reclusive sage from a legend who used to express his feelings with long howls.

Li Fu's inner strength is as deep as the sea. Although he has the disadvantage of not knowing how to use sonic techniques, his most violent long roar is still quite powerful.

In order to keep gliding by controlling the wingsuit of the kite's huge wings, Huang Qin's hands were not free to cover her ears. She could only endure the continuous, howling impact that was like giant waves crashing against a reef!

Huang Qin used his evil sound waves to destroy souls and spirits, while Li Fujiu used his powerful true energy to roar and break through the air!

An invisible yet dangerous contest and clash collided amidst the swirling sandstorm!

The old man of Fiery Flame felt the vast and seemingly endless true energy emanating from Li Fu beside him, and his heart trembled violently.

"Good heavens... My internal energy, honed over decades, is probably still not as profound as this kid's. I even dared to test my skills earlier, only agreeing to join his ranks after surviving his next move!"

Time passes little by little.

After a final battle, Huang Qin couldn't hold on any longer.

Li Fu let out a long howl while channeling his inner energy to resist, ignoring the wailing of the ghosts in the underworld.

High in the sky, Huang Qin's face grew increasingly grim, veins bulging on her forehead. Her continuous, relentless roars caused her blood and qi to churn more violently.

My head felt like it was going to explode, my vision went black, my throat tasted sweet, and a metallic taste rose in my throat. Even controlling the wingsuit became extremely difficult and strenuous!

"Consider yourselves lucky, we'll let you live a little longer!"

"You want treasure and martial arts manuals, don't you? The Golden Tower and Sand Ruins are just ahead. I'll be waiting for you there. Come on if you dare, hahaha..."

Huang Qin couldn't bear it any longer; she was so angry she almost gritted her teeth, filled with resentment.

With a powerful jerk of her enormous wingsuit, she used the strong wind to glide and disappear like a wounded, strange bird into the deepest part of the desert!

As the chilling ghostly howl disappeared, the huge weight that had been pressing on everyone's hearts finally lifted!

Like suffocating people finally breathing fresh air, everyone breathed a long sigh of relief, collapsed to the ground, and all eyes turned to Li Fu, filled with surprise and gratitude.

Li Fu slowly fell silent, a clear trace of fatigue flashing across his face, indicating that he had clearly exerted himself greatly.

But within a few breaths, the Nine Yang Divine Skill circulated automatically throughout his body, and a warm and vast current flowed through his entire body.

Although his internal energy had not fully recovered, he no longer showed obvious signs of fatigue, and his eyes were bright and alert again.

The crowd struggled to their feet and rushed forward.

"Young Master Li, I will never forget your life-saving grace!" The leader of the Sichuan swordsmen knelt on one knee and clasped his hands in gratitude.

Under Huang Qin's sonic attack, the three remaining disciples of the Soul-Slaying Claw Sect followed suit, weeping uncontrollably.

"My benefactor, if it weren't for your repeated rescues...we...we fellow disciples...we would have...we would all be dead long ago."

Master's remains... are now unclaimed...

"Amitabha! If it weren't for Benefactor Li's keen insight and profound inner strength, we might all be perishing here today!"

The monk Zhitong put his hands together in prayer.

Master Chongling glanced at his junior disciple, who was at least still breathing, and breathed a sigh of relief. He then bowed solemnly, saying, "Young Master Li's great kindness will be forever remembered by the people of Laoshan!"

Gong Xiaoshang's face was still somewhat pale, due to the shock and excessive consumption of internal energy.

She looked at the tall and straight Li Fu, her bright eyes sparkling with gratitude, admiration, and a touch of indescribable excitement.

"Brother Fu... since we entered the desert, if it weren't for your repeated rescues, we would probably all be withered bones in this desert by now..."

She said softly.

The two ghosts, Qiaoshanke and Kongming, stood silently beside him, their unspoken understanding unspoken.

Li Fu quickly stepped forward to help the kneeling man to his feet: "Gentlemen, you are too kind. It is only right that we should help each other through thick and thin."

In this perilous place, this is even more true.

Everyone was grateful to Li Fu, but the old man with the fiery temper was not happy. He was dejected and stroked his beard, which seemed to have lost some of its luster.

Gong Xiaoshang, quick-witted, feigned ignorance and asked with a forced smile, "What's wrong, Senior Liehuo? Brother Fu repelled the powerful enemy, and everyone escaped danger. Shouldn't you be happy?"

"I used six or seven tenths of my strength in that palm strike at the inn, but you said you used ten tenths of your strength, kid Li."

"Old Man Liehuo said in a muffled voice."

"Now it seems you only contributed four or five tenths of the effort; you're just trying to fool this old man."