Wuxia: Start with max-level Nine Yang Divine Skill

"You old bald monk, stop spouting your pessimistic nonsense!"

The old man with the raging fire bristled and roared, his inner strength suppressing the restless killing intent in his heart.

The scene was now in complete chaos.

Daoist Chongling's eyes were bloodshot as he suppressed his murderous intent, which was about to spiral out of control. When he saw his enemy Tuoba Que right in front of him, and thinking of his disciple who had died tragically, he raised his long sword, channeled his murderous intent, and took the lead in attacking Tuoba Que.

"You fiend, give me back my disciple's life!"

Although the Old Man of Fiery Flames, the Two Ghosts of Emptiness and Darkness, and the Woodcutter were troubled, they did not lose their way and were able to maintain their composure thanks to their profound inner strength.

With a formidable enemy at hand, the group attacked Tuoba Que, who was constantly emitting the howls of a demon.

"Shut the hell up, you're making my head explode!"

The old man roared like thunder and swung his palm.

The woodcutter's eyes flashed with murderous intent: "Pay for my junior sister's life!"

A pair of palm strikes cut through the air, the force of which was fierce.

The two ghosts, Kongming and Ming, spoke in a chilling tone: "Hand over the secret manual!"

Their clothes fluttered as they pounced like ghosts.

"Some want revenge, some want the secret manual, but you guys alone?"

Tuoba Que was originally watching Li Fu's direction with great interest, observing how he would deal with the siege of that group of foolish experts. He didn't care about Li Fu's scolding and just gave a faint sneer.

He used these foolish masters to test Li Fu's martial arts skills.

He was truly curious about a young man whose inner strength was so unfathomable.

However, Li Fu, surrounded by enemies, seemed to know that he was being spied on. He did not use his signature martial arts, but only used a set of seemingly ordinary fist techniques, which had reached the realm of returning to simplicity and were as smooth as flowing water.

With a left punch, he knocked one down; with a right palm strike, he knocked out another; with a backhand grappling move, he subdued the next one… In the blink of an eye, several mentally impaired experts lay on the ground, unable to get up.

They did not succeed.

Tuoba Que was annoyed as Chongling Daoist and the others shouted at him to rush over and block his view!

"Since you're in such a hurry to be reborn, then so be it!"

With a swift movement of his feet, his figure became like a ghost, truly embodying the swiftness of the Yaksha, a being described in Buddhist scriptures. In the blink of an eye, he traversed several meters, appearing before the fastest-killing Daoist Chongling as if shrinking the distance between the earth and the earth.

Such ghostly speed startled Daoist Chongling, causing him to freeze in shock and his mind to tremble violently.

In his shock, Daoist Chongling instinctively drew his sword and thrust.

Tuoba Que was even faster. His large hand shot out like lightning and grabbed Chong Ling's wrist, which was holding a sword, and exerted force!

Click!

A sickening cracking sound rang out, and Daoist Chongling let out a miserable groan as his arm was twisted and broken. His long sword clattered to the ground, and the terrifying strength was like that of a Yaksha, known as the Mighty Demon King!

"What kind of bullshit Yaksha Blood Feast Demon Art is this? Take this!"

At this moment, the Fiery Elder unleashed a blazing palm strike towards Tuoba Que, accompanied by a scorching palm wind.

Tuoba Que, like a ferocious vulture that has its prey firmly in its grasp, didn't even look at the scene. With one hand holding the screaming Daoist Chongling, he casually swung his right palm at the Old Man of Fiery Flame!

boom!

Clap your palms together!

An overwhelming force surged forth, and the Fiery Elder felt a sharp pain in his palm bones. He was unable to control himself and staggered back seven or eight steps before regaining his balance!

My blood and qi are churning, and my arms feel sore and numb!

Tuoba Que stood still, his body motionless, only shaking his palm with a slight surprise.

"Your skill... among all the martial arts masters I've killed, almost none can compare to you."

The old man with the raging fire trembled slightly, unable to believe that he had actually been at a disadvantage in a head-on confrontation!

"Prepare to die."

The woodcutter shouted coldly, taking advantage of the opening, he rushed forward and with one palm like a mountain-splitting axe, with a tearing whistling sound, he slashed repeatedly at Tuoba Que!

A condensed and sharp invisible blade aura was unleashed from the edge of his palm!

Tuoba Que, holding onto Daoist Chongling, turned slightly and dodged the attack with ghostly speed. He then unleashed several flicking motions, effortlessly deflecting the attack.

Immediately afterwards, seizing an opening, he kicked out with his right leg like a whip.

Bang!

The woodcutter felt as if his wrist had been struck by a heavy hammer, and the force of his palm strike instantly dissipated. He was lifted into the air by a tremendous force.

Before he could even fly, Tuoba Que was as fast as lightning, and followed up with another kick, which landed solidly on the chest of the woodcutter!

puff!

The woodcutter was sent flying backwards like a kite with a broken string, coughing up blood, and crashed heavily onto the sand.

Tuoba Que looked at the fallen woodcutter, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes.

"Your palm strike technique is quite interesting. I remember a woman from a year ago whose martial arts were very similar to yours... Oh, I suppose she was your junior sister?"

His tone was contemptuous; it was a vicious attack that struck at the heart!

"But you're stronger than her; you survived one of my attacks."

"This Tuoba Que's demonic arts, which he mastered by absorbing the blood of countless masters, are indeed formidable."

In the blink of an eye, most of the dozen or so mentally challenged experts who had rushed over were lying on the ground!

Li Fu's gaze swept quickly across the entire room, and his heart sank.

While fighting, Tuoba Que also had the strength to use the Yaksha Soul-Seizing Roar, attacking everyone while talking and laughing.

Under the demonic howl of the Yaksha, the few remaining disciples of the Soul-Slaying Claw sect had already lost their minds and were frantically fighting each other with their iron claws, blood splattering everywhere!

Zhu Tongzhou and Gong Xiaoshang, the cousins, also had bloodshot eyes and were struggling to resist each other's attacks, teetering on the brink of collapse!

Monk Zhitong originally wanted to use his internal energy to resist, but he was disturbed by his chaotic junior brother. In addition, the terrifying legend of the Yaksha Blood Banquet Demon Art shook his defenses, and he lost his mind and joined the ranks of those killing each other!

In an instant, most of the people in the arena were caught up in a frenzied infighting, with blood and flesh flying everywhere!

"After overcoming numerous hardships to finally reach the depths of the desert, how can it be that you didn't die at the hands of the enemy, but instead died at the hands of your own people?"

Li Fu saw that the old man with the raging fire and the others were besieging Tuoba Que, and it seemed that they could hold him off for the time being.

"Life is full of suffering, why struggle? In the end, the outcome will not change anything. If you surrender now, you can avoid some suffering."

Huang Qin stood not far away with her arms crossed, smiling sweetly throughout.

However, she just smiled and didn't step forward, looking like she was watching a good show, clearly having absolute confidence in her husband who was showing off his power.

"Shut up, you vixen!"

Li Fu moved with lightning speed, suddenly lunging towards Gong Xiaoshang and the others, trying to separate them to prevent them from actually killing each other.

Gong Xiaoshang still retained a sliver of clarity.

Her pretty face was deathly pale, her brows were furrowed, and her expression was one of struggle and pain. Her movements were unsteady, sometimes light and sometimes heavy, clearly indicating that she was fighting against the demonic voice of the Yaksha.

This situation gave Li Fu a thought.

This female encyclopedia displayed a level of skill and composure that surpassed even that of her cousin, Zhu Tongzhou.

This is quite different from the previous rumor that the Fiery Elder said her martial arts skills were mediocre because she was obsessed with martial arts anecdotes.

But it was precisely this sliver of clarity that made her situation even more precarious.

Zhu Tongzhou and another high monk from Famen Temple, their eyes bloodshot and their minds completely shattered, were attacking Gong Xiaoshang's vital points with ruthless and vicious moves, fueled by their inner strength!

"Cousin...Cousin, Master?!"

Gong Xiaoshang struggled to hold on, facing numerous perilous situations.