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nChapter 181: Chapter 181: All Things in Three Lives

n“You dare to clash with my spear using just your bare hands?”

n“How laughably absurd, Wang Xiuye was defeated, what makes you think you have the courage?!”

n“So overconfident!!”

nLi Wuwang saw Zhou Heng coming at him with just a palm and immediately sneered. His spear in hand was like a dragon, unstoppable, and he had no intention of dodging Zhou Heng’s attack.

nWhat does it matter if your demeanor is awe-inspiring?

nBefore one’s spirit can directly affect another’s will, the crux of martial arts still lies in the hard clash of raw power!

nAs long as I crush you completely, what use is the profundity or skill within your palm strike?

nIt will all come to naught!

nThe spectators beneath the arena also held their breath, watching the scene unfold without blinking.

nEspecially Chu Qingchuan and Wang Xiuye.

nOne had crossed hands with Zhou Heng, and the other had faced off against Li Wuwang. They knew all too well how powerful and terrifying both men on stage were.

nBut between these two, who is the stronger one?

nZhou Heng takes him head-on with bare hands, not even wearing gloves; isn’t he afraid of being at a disadvantage?

nHe’s only at the Eighth Rank of the martial path!

nHe surely hasn’t reached the point where Inner Qi solidifies into substance, serving as both weapon and armor.

n—— Upon initially reaching the Seventh Rank, a warrior’s body undergoes a metamorphosis, and their Inner Qi qualitatively changes. It can be projected outward, solidifying from intangible to tangible, forming weapons or armor. This is the greatest advantage of a Seventh Rank Warrior before stepping into the Peak of the Seventh Rank, where the Inner Scenery manifests externally.

nZhou Heng remained indifferent to all this.

nHis palm strike continued towards Li Wuwang, his momentum soaring even higher. In an instant, it felt as if all the elements of heaven and earth were encompassed within his palm.

nLi Wuwang’s expression changed; he suddenly felt that no matter what, his thrust could not escape the enveloping range of Zhou Heng’s palm.

nHe had intended to pierce Zhou Heng’s head directly, but under the cover of this palm, the tip of his spear could only meet the palm, incapable of targeting anything else.

n“Damn it, what kind of palm technique is this?” Li Wuwang’s eyes darkened, and he simply changed targets, directing the spear dancing like a dragon straight towards Zhou Heng’s palm.

nBut this thrust made him witness an even more terrifying aspect of Zhou Heng’s palm.

nIt was deep and mysterious within the palm, its layers upon layers, and between the shifting of his fingers, it seemed to encompass dozens of Martial Arts techniques, as if dozens of masters were striking at him simultaneously.

nThere were palms, fists, swords, sabers, thunder, and the Five Elements… it appeared to have it all!

n“How is this possible, what kind of martial arts is this?”

nLi Wuwang was shocked, his face full of disbelief.

nBefore his spear could truly hit its target, his mindset was completely changed; in the face of this palm, his Yu Long Divine Spear Technique seemed to lose its luster.

nZhou Heng’s expression was detached. His palm harbored divine intent and encompassed everything, naturally including all that he had learned—not just martial arts, but also Taoist formulas!

nThat is to say.

nThe palm he was now striking with contained Purple Thunder Seven Strikes, Six-Direction Plum Folding Hand, Solitary Nine Swords, Hundred Steps Flying Sword, Golden Light Three Forms… and many other techniques he had learned. They were all fused into one, consolidated into this single palm strike!

nClang!!

nWhen Zhou Heng’s palm collided with Li Wuwang’s spear, there was a clang as if metal struck metal, like a golden bell being rung, deafening to the ear.

nUnder the impact of Zhou Heng’s palm, Li Wuwang’s Yu Long spear was bent out of shape, and the terrifying force traveled down the shaft into his palm.

nWith a crack.

nLi Wuwang, a formidable Peak of the Seventh Rank warrior, had his palm and fingers twisted violently, bones broken, and the Yu Long Large Spear in his grip was slapped out of his hand by Zhou Heng’s palm, embedding into a wall dozens of feet away.

nMoreover, Zhou Heng’s palm continued with undiminished ferocity, striking fiercely upon Li Wuwang’s chest as if heaven and earth themselves were toppling over him!

nBoom!

nThe force of this palm strike caused an explosive sound.

nLi Wuwang’s Inner Qi attempted to resist against this all-encompassing palm, but was brutally suppressed, causing turmoil inside his body as his blood and Inner Qi flowed in reverse.

nImmediately after, he was sent flying backwards, like a straw dummy thrown through the air, flung straight from the stage and crashing into the same wall where his spear was embedded.

nLike Wang Xiuye before him, he was imprinted onto the wall.

nInstantly, the whole place fell silent, with everyone in the audience looking incredulously at Zhou Heng on the stage, their faces full of shock.

nJust one palm!

nJust one palm??

nHad Zhou Heng really ended the battle against Li Wuwang with a single palm strike?

nAll of this happened in the blink of an eye.

nMany had not even grasped what had happened.

nIt seemed as though the battle had ended just as it began.

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n“How could this happen, I actually lost with a single palm strike, just one palm strike, and I couldn’t even withstand Zhou Heng’s palm strike?

n“I didn’t even have a chance to utilize more powerful spear techniques, I haven’t deployed my unique secret technique, how, how did I end up defeated like this?

n“How is this possible, how is this possible, this can’t be?!

n“What kind of palm technique was that, what kind of martial arts, was that, was that really still considered martial arts??”

nLi Wuwang’s mind swirled with chaotic thoughts, a complete mess, entirely occupied by Zhou Heng’s palm strike earlier that seemed to encompass everything, as if it contained the changes of all things in the world.

nHow could there be such a palm technique in the world, what level of palm technique is this?

n“You, what palm technique is that?!” Li Wuwang clenched his teeth as he incredulously stared at Zhou Heng.

nAt this moment, Zhou Heng was still immersed in the state of mind from that palm strike, his thoughts reaching the high heavens above and the great earth below, with himself at the center, evolving all phenomena and laws.

nHis body was interwoven with peculiar rhythms of mana, making his surroundings grow dim, as if even the light was twisting around him, causing many changes.

nUp to this point, he had finally validated his own learning, confirmed his martial path will, clarified the way forward on the martial path, and the vision of the small world within became distinct, with the bottleneck of the Seventh Rank crumbling away before him.

nNext, all he needed was to integrate everything within himself with his martial path will, and truly build out the nascent small world within, and he would be able to break through the realm.

nAt most three days!

nZhou Heng would truly step into the Seventh Rank, undergoing a transfiguration!

n“You, what palm technique is that?!”

nLi Wuwang’s voice came through, which was also the question in the minds of everyone present, what kind of palm technique had Zhou Heng just performed?

nIt was unbelievably strong.

nLi Wuwang, being as powerful as he was, had his weapon knocked away with a single palm, and even he himself was sent flying backwards.

nIt was astoundingly powerful!

n“Palm technique?” Zhou Heng gave a light shake of his head and smiled, “That wasn’t a palm technique, I just used the form of a palm technique to perform it, this move, I call it—

n“Three Lives All Things!”

n…

nHuangtong Mansion City remained tranquil and peaceful.

nPeople here continued to live as usual, the Longxing Martial Arts Hall had been set on the right track, and an even larger and newer training ground was under construction, predicting a future of prosperity.

nYu He was busily running around, effectively taking on the roles of financial officer, public relations, and marketing for the hall, but he found joy amidst the work.

nLei Xiuyan and Lin Cang were seizing every moment to cultivate the techniques Zhou Heng taught them, like “Pure Yang Three Forms Fist,” “Ta Hua Qi Nurturing Stance,” and “Pure Yang Cloud Peak Sword,” to prepare for future teaching.

nWang Xiuye, the lord of Huangtong Mansion, was hosting a banquet in the mansion, entertaining Pei Luoshu, Pei Luoling, and an important guest who had come from Pingzhou County City.

nAll was exceedingly harmonious, exceedingly peaceful.

nHowever, eight hundred miles away from Huangtong Mansion City, the sky suddenly darkened, not with clouds obscuring the sunlight, but as if the heavenly phenomena themselves were altered for some reason.

nThis was a mountain road where a caravan was passing through. Over the years, they had traveled far and wide and witnessed many strange events, recognizing such changes in the sky usually meant someone of great power had made a move, someone they couldn’t afford to provoke.

n— Altered phenomena, daylight turning dark, snow in June, rivers evaporating, and other peculiarities often occurred when warriors of the Middle Third Rank battled or used their martial arts, and many people, even if they hadn’t seen such occurrences, had heard about them.

nJust when the caravan decided to speed up to leave the area, they suddenly saw a mysterious figure in a black cloak walking slowly toward them.

nThe experienced leader of the caravan knew better than to provoke such mysterious figures, as doing so could bring lethal trouble upon themselves.

nLuckily, the mysterious figure seemed to take no notice of them and continued walking forward with his head lowered, appearing to be just a regular passerby.

nThe caravan leader, with his people, quickly distanced themselves from the mysterious figure and finally let out a sigh of relief, thinking he had been overcautious… but when he turned to look at the others in his group, his face instantly turned deathly white.

nThe twenty-some people accompanying him had, unbeknownst to them, all turned into skin-and-bones cadavers, still maintaining the poses they had in life, frozen on the carts.

nThe leader was filled with terror and sought to flee, but he suddenly found his movements incredibly sluggish. He struggled to look at his arms and legs and saw that, like the corpses around him, he had turned into a skeletal cadaver without flesh.

nImmediately after, his consciousness sank into darkness.

nHe was dead.

nThe mysterious figure in the black cloak continued walking, now holding a blood-red “cherry” that was emitting a faint light in his hand.

n“The despair of humans before death, mixed with their blood and flesh, is truly too delicious.”

nThis mysterious person swallowed the “cherry” in one gulp, paused in his step, released his divine sense, and smiled, “Ahead should be the Huangtong Mansion City that Lord Cang Hua mentioned, at this distance, I can start chanting.”

nSimultaneously, within Huangtong Mansion City, at the Wu Family Mansion.

nA man with square features and a stern demeanor suddenly put down his chopsticks and gazed toward the northwest.

nHe then addressed Wang Xiuye and both Pei Luoling and Pei Luoshu sitting at the table, “Brother Wang, I sense something. I will be back shortly. Luoling, Luoshu, stay here and do not go out.”

n…

nInside Wujiang Prefectural City, an exceptionally handsome man had arrived.

nThis man had a nearly flawless visage, leaving every person who saw his face utterly amazed, regardless of their gender.

nAs he walked down the street with a smile on his lips and a glint of joy in his eyes, he said, “Found you, Ziwei!”

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