Origin Paradise!

The leader of the demonic sect sized up the frivolous young man playing with a throwing knife opposite him and said, "Let's see how your skills are."

The Indian man bowed gracefully and said, "I concede."

"Both of you are virtuous and righteous people, why cause such unpleasantness?" The Taoist leader stood up to smooth things over. Apart from his pale face, he did not look like he was on his deathbed, but was only seriously injured.

"The Lord of Donghai City has passed Tongguan and will arrive in the capital by evening at the latest. The Lord of Daxue Mountain has agreed to take action after hearing that his homeland has been lost. This matter is inextricably linked to the new dynasty in the Central Plains."

Upon hearing this, the leader of the Demonic Sect frowned: "The City Lord of the East Sea seems to be a bit slow."

The Supreme Elder laughed and said, "The City Lord met Su Lang from Jingnan on the way. He is the young talent, the one who is rumored to be the hope of Confucianism and Taoism who can bring you the world. It is said that the two of them discussed the classics and historical texts, which gave the City Lord's sword-raising technique a more righteous spirit, which is why it took him a little longer."

The leader of the Demonic Cult nodded. Jingzhou was under his control. He had heard of this talented and fortunate man. He was currently just an ordinary scholar, but perhaps he would one day become a Grandmaster and accomplish an unprecedented feat.

The leader of the Daoist sect resolutely declared, "Killing the false emperor and restoring the Great Qian Dynasty is our inescapable duty. Life and death, victory and defeat, all depend on this day."

Ah San stood not far away, remaining silent. He dared not respond to those words, firstly because he was unwilling, and secondly because he dared not. He had given himself a false name when he left the border, and now he had infiltrated the core of the rebellion. These guys were about to die, yet they were completely unaware.

……

early morning.

The Mi sisters escorted someone out of Jingren Palace, while Consort Xian, the White Fox Girl, had long since forgotten about etiquette.

Jiang He led Zhuang Ya back to Qingdu Palace, where they rested for two hours before taking out the martial arts manual again to review it.

Books turned to ashes, the fragments imbued with the violent power of Dan Jin. Zhuang Ya used the ashes to smear the city wall.

This method of immersing the imperial city was quite inefficient, far less effective than Jiang He doing it himself, but he planned to find something for the little guy to do so that he wouldn't fall asleep while standing still.

Jiang He activated his divine consciousness, integrating the essence of martial arts into his mind. Martial runes completely covered his upper body and two thighs. With the accumulation of knowledge in the early stages, his comprehension speed was now getting faster and faster.

By sunset, he had mastered all 400,000 martial arts techniques, and his entire body was covered in patterns imbued with Daoist charm.

"A total of 770,000 copies."

"If we stop now, the level of the Martial Saint's Body and the extraordinary spear technique will most likely be at the pinnacle."

"But Jizhou is not yet settled, the martial arts of Yangzhou have not yet reached the capital, and there are still four other prefectures and the Ten Thousand Mountains. We still have half of our supplies."

Jiang He pondered, realizing that he had underestimated the extraordinary knowledge accumulated by an entire world. He had only considered the horizontal aspect and neglected the vertical aspect of historical inheritance, such as the various secret techniques of the Great Snow Mountain, which contained the martial arts wisdom that had been perfected generation after generation over tens of thousands of years.

"Having devoured the martial arts of this world for ten thousand years, can one avoid perishing?"

Jiang He didn't know the specific answer either, so the result was something to look forward to.

Not long after, an eagle landed and handed over a note—"The Lord of Donghai City has entered the capital."

Wuhe was still in the Ministry of Justice. He didn't think that a group of Silver-level beings, who might not even be at the peak of their strength, could pose a threat to the boss. Even if the number increased to several hundred, they would all die anyway, without any difference.

Jiang He calmly rose to her feet, her gold-embroidered dragon robe spotless.

"Aya, go find Old Black."

"Okay." Zhuang Ya jogged away.

In the current animal team, even the Black guy who eventually becomes a player still needs some protection from his teammates.

……

at the same time.

At the east gate of the capital, a carriage slowly came to a stop.

As agreed, the middle-aged man in plain clothes left a sword manual as a gift for the coachman, who was deeply grateful.

The appearance of the Lord of Donghai City caused the streets to be deserted as everyone, from commoners to kings and generals, was extremely curious about this legendary figure.

The sword, cultivated over the eastern sea, has never been defeated in sixty years.

"Where is the Emperor?!"

Chapter 357 The dust has settled

A loud shout swept out, and the whole city was in an uproar in an instant.

Countless onlookers held high expectations for this ultimate duel between martial arts masters. In this extraordinary environment, strength equals status, power, and the right to speak.

The Lord of Donghai City was dressed in plain clothes, but when he revealed his prowess, the indomitable spirit he had cultivated for decades arose spontaneously.

hum!

The iron sword at his waist rang out as it was drawn, and a sword aura as thick as a millstone flew out, sweeping past the five-story restaurant by the roadside and splitting it in two, like a giant sword cleaving a mountain.

"Run!"

"Everyone, get away from here."

"Make way for the street."

On Vermilion Bird Avenue, the crowd that had been packed earlier scattered in an instant. While watching was important, one's own life was clearly more important. In a duel between top martial artists, even spectators needed strength.

Once the sword was drawn, all was silent.

Silver beings possess the destructive power to destroy tall buildings. Once they become normal gold, they can easily destroy entire neighborhoods. If no one restrains or obstructs them, the destruction of a city is only a matter of time.

Outside the street, an old monk in black had begged for half a bowl of vegetarian food from a wealthy family. When he turned around, he saw Zhan Lou Yi Jian.

"The city lord's skills have improved again. In the past hundred years, he has become the most powerful figure in the martial arts world."

"But the emperor is no ordinary man either. Although I did not witness it firsthand, he could rout a vast army in just a few breaths. He definitely has the strength to fight, and his chances of winning are quite high."

Faced with the old monk's rambling, the man in the noble python robe next to him scoffed and said disdainfully, "When the Great Qian Dynasty was about to collapse, how much willpower did the Imperial Guard and the state army have left? They were defeated after a few attempts to kill generals and seize flags. What need is there for any peerless martial prowess?"

The old monk in black was unwilling to engage in pointless arguments. This dragon king was only one step away from the peak, and with his innate thick skin and flesh, he had a great advantage in fighting against human grandmasters.

"It's just a pity about my good disciple."

For the first time ever, the man in the python robe didn't refute, but nodded and said, "Dragon City truly possesses unparalleled talent..."

In a moment of carelessness, the two of them simultaneously turned their gaze toward the imperial city.

The heavy city gates opened, and a young figure wearing a gold-embroidered dragon robe slowly walked out. From the emperor's perspective, the current emperor did not have any conspicuous nobility, but the intense killing intent and bloodlust were enough to be described as overwhelming.

"Something's not right," the black-robed monk frowned.

"Scared?" The Dragon King glanced sideways and mocked.

The black-robed monk remained silent this time, caught in a great struggle. His Zen instincts urged him to leave quickly, but given the current situation, such an opportunity was rare. This retreat would solidify the fate of the new dynasty and bring about its great success.

On Suzaku Avenue.

The Lord of Donghai City looked at the emperor in dragon robes at the end of the road, his eyes gleaming.

This time, I am entering the world only to test my skills against all odds. Naturally, I will go all out in my first move and unleash the spirit I have accumulated over the decades.

No!

The iron sword that had been with him until now shattered.

The Lord of Donghai City slowly pushed out the broken sword in his hand, releasing his own raging sword intent to the fullest. He fused his will into his swordsmanship and sword energy, refining a sword intent with soul-killing power. He was waiting for the day when it would solidify into a core, so that he could glimpse the supreme realm that had been vaguely speculated about in the annals of history.

True Sword - Raging Waves.

In an instant, the sound of towering waves seemed to echo in everyone's ears.

A dazzling sword light flew across the Vermilion Bird Avenue, leaving behind a long trail of sword intent afterimages.

The Dragon King stared intently at this peak sword strike. The killing power of a swordsman should not be underestimated; if he were to receive it, he would likely be either killed or seriously injured.

But in the next instant, an indescribable thunderous roar resounded throughout the capital, completely silencing the movement of the sword light.

The emperor took a step, and the area within tens of meters around him sank, with billowing dust rising incessantly.

Its body transformed into a streak of light, directly shattering the sword light. A violent and ferocious aura suddenly rose and roared out.

In this vast capital city, with its million inhabitants and countless hidden talents from across the land, not a single person could see the scene before them clearly; it was all like looking at flowers through a fog.

Even before someone rose to the ranks of the great powers, their speed had already rendered even the Silver Peak helpless. Now, with the combined power of the Supreme God Hunter and God Hunting, their speed has climbed to the pinnacle of hegemony, surpassing the entire era.

In the blink of an eye, a long, slender, pale hand blade appeared before him.

The Lord of Donghai City couldn't see clearly what was in front of him, but he truly felt death approaching.

boom!

The King of Mechanical Force unleashed his immense power, releasing the maximum strength provided by his Overlord Body and the internal energy together. The pure and violent thrust ignited a thunderous explosion, his palm strikes like thunder, accompanied by gusts of wind.

Before he could leave any last words, all the methods the East Sea City Lord had planned were useless in the face of extreme speed. His body and soul exploded together, leaving no trace of his remains.

Until the death of the Lord of Donghai City, the bricks and stones on a straight line from the Imperial City Gate to the starting point of Zhuque Avenue suddenly cracked. Each lightning-fast step caused the ground to be unable to bear the weight, leaving a shocking and deep crack.

In the capital, you could hear a pin drop.

Countless onlookers looked completely bewildered.

The highly anticipated showdown seems to have come to an end, and everyone has lost their sense of the emperor's strength.

Not far from Suzaku Avenue.

The black-robed monk's expression changed drastically, and he shouted, "Run!"

While the Dragon King was still reeling from the sudden death of the city lord, a figure in a dragon robe suddenly appeared in front of him.

"The emperor..."

A hand descended, seemingly containing the power of thunder.

The Dragon King desperately activated his innate talent, Dragon Soul, and his body suddenly released solidified demonic power with a tough texture. For demons who often engage in melee combat, defensive talents are among the most common and durable.

But it was still to no avail.

boom!

The blow shattered the dragon king's head.

Jiang He stopped, letting the headless body of the dragon appear before her. This spoils of war could be given to Zhuang Ya for refinement. Blood hunting among dragon species was the best way to improve strength.

In an instant, the domain expanded.

The old monk in black was running wildly. He had a strong suspicion that the emperor had already reached the legendary realm of supreme martial arts. The premonition of death swirled in his mind. In his haste, he decisively destroyed his internal circulation and used a secret initiation technique of Tantric Buddhism to wear down his own cultivation level. He plummeted from the peak of Silver to the elite level of Silver.

There are gains and losses. When he was no longer a peak being, the Three Bodies Secret Technique was activated. The black-robed old monk suddenly split into a young man's body and a middle-aged man's body, greatly increasing his chances of escape.

Unfortunately, the domain suddenly appeared.

In an instant, the Zen master clearly failed to run two hundred meters.

A massive black sun unleashed unparalleled devouring power, sending all three figures flying backward. The old monk in black was terrified; this was definitely not the power of a peak grandmaster.

"A desperate fight!"

Faced with imminent death, the black-clad old monk unleashed a ruthless attack, turning around to unleash the supreme esoteric martial art, Heavenly Fire Ten Thousand Staffs. The flames were almost at the pinnacle of perfection, with tens of thousands of fire staffs streaking across the sky.

Jiang He didn't even look at it, and reached out to collect the dragon corpse in front of him.

The raging heavenly fire was as if it had encountered a black hole siphon, and was completely swallowed up. All three figures flew into the black sun, powerless to resist. The devouring force of the five energy properties combined and transformed crushed the prey, and the radius of the domain increased slightly.

The hunt is over.

Countless birds took flight in the sky above the capital.

Jiang He looked towards the direction of the Dao Palace, took another step, and disappeared from the spot.

In the Sandalwood Pavilion of the Dao Palace, the Daoist Master and the Lord of the Great Snow Mountain looked at each other in silence. Their eyesight was extraordinary, and they could clearly see the Black Sun Domain in the distance.

Suddenly, the Lord of the Great Snow Mountain resolutely and deliberately charged into the incoming stream of light.

The leader of the sect suddenly turned around and attacked the demonic sect leader and Ah San.

Compared to the helplessness of the Demonic Sect Leader, Ah San was clearly more cunning. He grinned and took out a certificate of merit given to him by Grand Tutor Wu. This thing was not very useful; it could only prove his identity.

The leader of the Demonic Cult was ambushed, and the Daoist Palace's Thunder Technique destroyed his Great Circulation within his body. He was furious: "Daoist Leader, have you gone mad?!"

The Daoist leader sighed deeply, not blaming the other party. It was quite normal that this sect leader, who had only been a Grandmaster for less than ten years, couldn't see what was happening on the battlefield.

"There's no point anymore."

"This conspiracy to rebel is a joke."

"With Your Majesty's speed, none of us here can escape the capital."

"Your Excellency, await your fate. My end will be no better than yours. I only beg Your Majesty to show mercy and preserve the lineage of the Dao Palace."

The Supreme Elder, who was observing the battle from a distance, was ashen-faced. His death was not important; the inheritance of the Dao Palace was the most important thing.

In a short while, the figure in the dragon robe carried the Snow Mountain Lord, who looked like a dead dog, up to the Sandalwood Pavilion.