Martial Cultivator

The burly man had been cultivating for many years, and his mastery of the Buddhist Great Vajra Technique had reached an extraordinary level. Radiating with brilliant Buddhist light, when he struck with his fist, not only did it repel the wind and snow, but it also trapped the person under the umbrella in place, preventing him from leaving.

If it were an ordinary Nepenthe cultivator, even if they did not have strong feelings towards the burly man before them, facing this fist that descended, they would likely choose to temporarily avoid its edge. After all, among cultivators, there was probably no one who could rival the strength of Buddhism's Vajras in terms of physique.

The emperor under the umbrella remained motionless. He merely supported the oiled-paper umbrella, forcefully withstanding the boundless fist of this Buddhist Vajra.

The pressure from the powerful force caused ripples on the umbrella's surface, instantly turning it into what resembled a startled lake. Ripples continually spread out, and the entire umbrella surface began to press downward rapidly. However, no matter what, the umbrella surface did not shatter like an ordinary oiled-paper umbrella, and the umbrella frame did not break.

A mere oiled-paper umbrella should not have been able to withstand the fist of this Buddhist Vajra. The only one capable of enduring it was the Great Liang Emperor beneath the umbrella.

His expression remained unchanged, devoid of any noticeable emotions on his face. Even though he seemed exceedingly small in front of this Buddhist Vajra, he did not care either.

Strength had never been dependent on the size of the body.

As the burly man's fist failed to overpower, he naturally understood the reason behind it. Without hesitation, his other large hand swiftly swept towards the Great Liang Emperor under the umbrella, dispelling the snow and instantly clearing the street and nearby rooftops of accumulated snow.

This was an incomparably domineering punch, bathed in the radiance of Buddhist light, as if a burst of golden light erupted between heaven and earth, competing with the falling white snow.

The powerful gust from the fist shook the buildings on both sides of the street. Sudden cries of exclamations echoed from both sides, accompanied by countless sounds of tiles falling onto the snowy ground. Fortunately, the snow was thick enough to prevent too many tiles from shattering.

However, on the side facing the street, because the snow had already been cleared, the tiles fell, creating a continuous breaking sound.

The Great Liang Emperor who had remained expressionless this entire time finally showed a change in his countenance upon hearing these sounds. Under the umbrella, he suddenly extended a hand, striking the enormous arm that was coming toward him.

Under that shimmering golden fist, the Great Liang Emperor's hand seemed small, but it was unimaginably powerful. As he struck out, countless streams of qi converged from all directions, sweeping up numerous snowflakes. It appeared as if countless air billows were crashing onto the golden arm before him.

The Buddhist Vajra radiating with golden light all over should not fear most attacks in the world, especially since the Great Liang Emperor in front of him was not executing magic spells like a typical cultivator but only attacking with qi. Hence, he made no attempt to evade.

However, he soon realized his folly.

Those white air billows were akin to the most terrifying things between heaven and earth. When they fell onto his arm, they were like colossal sledgehammers, smashing down relentlessly. Each strike carried the force of a thunderbolt.

On the burly man's face, countless emotions were surfacing at this moment. Right now, he looked terrifying, much like the wrath-eyed Vajra described in Buddhist scriptures.

He desperately wanted to retract his two large hands, but found himself unable to move. The Great Liang Emperor who had been holding the umbrella all along, casually looked into the distance. Then, with a wave of his sleeve, a terrifying aura instantly struck the colossal dharma idol of the Buddhist Vajra, causing him to fly backward and crash heavily at the end of the long street.

Puuh--

A mouthful of blood, mixed with scattered golden threads, was vomited by the Buddhist Vajra, and his dharma idol rapidly shrank back to its original form in an instant.

The burly man stared at the Great Liang Emperor with a look of disbelief. He knew that the Great Liang Emperor was the number one martial artist in this world, which was completely true. He did not doubt in the slightest that he would be able to kill him with a wave of his hand if he was at his prime. But right now, the emperor was clearly severely injured and not even one-tenth as formidable as in his prime, why could he still defeat him in an instant?

Considering that he had fully manifested his Buddhist Vajra dharma idol, prepared himself for a fierce battle, and exerted full force with every strike, he had never underestimated the Great Liang Emperor in the slightest. Yet, even so, he still could not last one exchange against him?

The burly man's face turned unpleasant. After wiping away the blood at the corner of his mouth, he glanced into the distance. However, it was just one glance and he quickly withdrew his gaze. Exhaling a turbid breath, he said softly, "Your Majesty is indeed amazing."

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Before leaving the Divine Capital for the Northern Frontier, this Great Liang Emperor had probably not displayed his martial prowess for many years. Relying solely on his governance and control over the Great Liang Dynasty, he had long been regarded as an excellent Emperor by the majority of the people. However, regarding his martial prowess, not many had a clear understanding prior to that battle in the Northern Frontier.

A Nepenthe martial artist – that was the only understanding everyone had of the Great Liang Emperor before the battle in the Northern Frontier<

Even before this, not many believed he could be the world's top martial artist; a peerless powerhouse who could rival the likes of the Temple Master.

But now, everything has changed.

Even the burly man who came to kill him, a Buddhist Vajra who wanted to compete with him in physique, had sincere admiration when facing the Great Liang Emperor.

The Great Liang Emperor raised his head, he was naturally extraordinary.

Throughout his life, anything he did made it clear to the world that he was truly amazing.

"Have you guys discussed it beforehand, to let you come and die first? So as to see how much strength We have left?"

The Great Liang Emperor's voice pierced through the wind and snow, it was incomparably cold.

The burly man laughed, "If I can really join Your Majesty in heading to the underworld, it would indeed be a fortunate thing."

The Great Liang Emperor said indifferently, "Where does your confidence come from?"

The burly man sighed and said, "Your Majesty is too strong, this poor monk can only use words to bolster courage."

After saying these words, the burly man slowly stood up. The arm that had been previously struck by the Great Liang Emperor's surging qi was currently covered in numerous scars. Without looking at the pitiful condition of his arm, the burly man extended his fingers, put two fingers together, and from the center of his forehead, drew a line downwards. Blood slowly flowed from the line, quickly dripping onto the upper half of the burly man's body. As the blood fell, golden veins began to appear beneath the man's chest, like a spider web continuously expanding on the surface of his body.

The Great Liang Emperor watched this scene. Without hesitation, his entire figure suddenly swept forward, arriving in front of the Buddhist Vajra before he could make a move.

The burly man was taken aback. Before he could react, he met the gaze of the Great Liang Emperor.

Those were a pair of eyes that beheld the vast expanse of the world.

He raised his hand, accompanied by a boundless aura falling.

The burly man's hands were placed horizontally in front of him.

There was a loud bang!

The long street shattered, and the burly man who had just stood up now had to kneel on one knee. On his face, both shock and fear were evident.

The Great Liang Emperor looked at him and said calmly, "If We were to let you unleash it for real, it would be somewhat troublesome."

His insight was not inferior to anyone in the world. Naturally, he could tell that if he allowed this Buddhist Vajra to unleash what he intended, things would become somewhat troublesome. If it were just this one person, it would be manageable, but the reality proved that those who wanted to kill him were never just one person.

Although the golden veins on the burly man's body were still present, they appeared somewhat dim in the moment he could not stand up, as if they came to a standstill.

The Great Liang Emperor kept one hand on the hands of the burly man from start to end, then smiled and said, "Sword immortals in the world are all distinguished and admirable characters. Why hide and be secretive? It's not interesting that way."

As he said this, suddenly, the sound of sword cries resonated between heaven and earth.

That blind old sword immortal who had been waiting on a distant rooftop did not hesitate anymore when he heard these words. He instantly soared into the sky. At the same time, the strips of cloth wrapped around his sword sheath behind him suddenly broke. Upon closer inspection, at the places where the cloth broke, they were extremely neat; definitely cut by a sharp object.

Among the myriad of magic artifacts in the world, in terms of sharpness, only flying swords could be considered supreme!

The sword had yet to leave its sheath, yet the sword qi had already blotted out the skies and covered the earth.

The blind old sword immortal soared into the air, his robes fluttering. He said calmly, "There are four flying swords in this old man's sheath, which have not been unsheathed for thirty years. Now, encountering a talent like Your Majesty, I request Your Majesty to see if my swordsmanship of these thirty years is any different from the past, and whether it can make Your Majesty exert full force!"

The Great Liang Emperor did not turn around. He just said calmly, "Four flying swords may not be enough to take Our head."

The blind old sword immortal remained silent. He just silently recited a segment of sword incantation in his heart before slowly saying, "When I first went up the mountain to train in the sword, it was only a few years old; still a child. I met my master on the mountain, and my master bestowed upon me a flying sword named New Mirror. The sword is clear and bright like a mirror, serving as this old man's closest companion."

As his words fell, a bright and clear flying sword shot out of the sheath. Sure enough, it was just as he had described, that sword's body was indeed as clear and bright as a mirror.

The Great Liang Emperor glanced at the burly man and shook his head, saying, "This sword immortal is much stronger than you."

As he spoke, he waved his sleeve, directly driving the burly man back several thousand yards before slowly turning around.

The Great Liang Emperor lifted his head. Except, he still did not throw away the oiled-paper umbrella in his hand.

"Your Majesty, this sword of mine is a move that this old man gained enlightenment on when I reached a higher level in Sword Dao. The name of the sword technique is Sword Name! Please give guidance, Your Majesty!"

With these words from the blind old sword immortal, the flying sword named New Mirror swept through the air, cutting through the wind and snow. Sword qi surged as it swept toward the Great Liang Emperor.

At this moment, the sword radiance seemed to illuminate heaven and earth.

The Great Liang Emperor watched the myriad sword lights and smiled, "A fine sword technique."