As all the world bore witness, a spectacle unfolded before their eyes. The Qin Huai Emperor, Ying Zi Yu, now known as Zhao Ru Cheng, stood upon the grand stage. From the very spine of the great dragon, he drew forth the Emperor’s sword, and with a single, forceful stroke, shattered the Lei Yin Tower!

At that moment, gasps of shock rippled through the assembled crowd! This was the Lei Yin Tower, a defensive divine ability renowned for its ability to withstand even the Nine Tribulations Cave Immortal Finger, hailed as being “impervious to ten thousand evils, unharmed by ten thousand laws.” It was a first-rate defensive technique, yet now, it had been cleaved asunder by a single sword stroke. The power of this Emperor’s sword was truly “straight without peer”!

Amidst the scattered lightning and fading thunder, Zhao Ru Cheng pressed forward, the Emperor’s sword still held aloft. Heaven’s will is difficult to fathom, and Heaven’s might is boundless. This single sword, utterly unwavering, utterly resolute, was a decree commanding the world, an pronouncement determining the fate of all four directions. The Emperor’s sword *must* suppress the eight wastes!

“I must say,” Huang She Li’s voice rang out at this moment. She gazed upon the exquisitely beautiful face opposite her, upon the sword that sought to subdue the world. A smile still played upon her lips. “Do you perhaps underestimate me?”

This person was too beautiful. When he drew forth the divine ability of the Emperor’s sword, wielding it with the magnificent might of Heaven, he became even more dazzling, breathtakingly beautiful, so much so that it surprised her. Of course, her emotions would not sway her in battle. Even the most beautiful things could not block her path forward. One could pause to admire flowers, but would not linger and fall asleep beneath them. This was the awakening of Huang She Li!

She raised the Bodhi Subdue Demon Pestle high with a single hand, holding it horizontally to block. At this moment, on the martial arts stage, she stood with her back to the south and faced north, while Zhao Ru Cheng stood with his back to the north and faced south. The two faced each other. In front of her, raised high, was the Bodhi Subdue Demon Pestle, and before it, that shocking Emperor’s sword, the divine ability that had shaken the Qin Emperor.

And behind her, a hurricane suddenly erupted! It roared like a tornado, its upper reach connecting to the sky, its lower reach encompassing mountains and rivers – a terrifying hurricane! Although they were separated by ancient prohibitions on the martial arts stage, the sight of its sky-covering, sun-obscuring might was still visible, nearly engulfing every corner of the stage. This was the divine ability, Jing Feng, one of the greatly renowned Eight Winds divine abilities.

When this wind was slow, the four seasons were harmonious and prosperous. When it was urgent, it arrived with fierce momentum. It rose from the south and swept across the world. In auspicious times, it could bring peace and prosperity to the four seasons, soothe killing intent, and dispel conflicts. In fierce times, it roared to the heavens and howled to the earth, sweeping everything before it. Among the Eight Winds, this wind was known by the character “Rui,” meaning auspicious. However, fortune and misfortune were intertwined. In its auspicious moments, this wind brought peace; in times of disaster, it could connect with sparks. This wind brought red, and was said to be most beneficial to the fire element. But in the hands of the strong, its effects were not confined.

At the upper end of that tornado, which connected heaven and earth, flowing fire swirled and moved with the wind. At first glance, it was clear that Huang She Li’s Jing Feng divine ability had pierced the sky, drawing down heavenly fire! Wind and fire intertwined, mutually igniting and blazing. This wind was inescapable, being the broadest in range among the Eight Winds divine abilities, most suitable for group battles. It possessed the power to change heaven and earth!

Within this all-sweeping, terrifying might of the Jing Feng, Huang She Li’s voice was remarkably clear—

“Remember this old lady’s name, Huang She Li! Even if you are more beautiful, you cannot… underestimate me so!”

The terrifying hurricane covered the martial arts stage. Within that immense roaring sound, everything became invisible to the eye, and difficult to hear.

“How is it?” someone urgently asked their more discerning companion. “Has Zhao Ru Cheng been defeated?”

In the Qi Country observation seat, Xu Xiang Qian also looked towards Li Long Chuan and opened his mouth…

“Silence!” Li Long Chuan said.

But within this sky-covering, sun-obscuring hurricane, a sword light suddenly shone brightly! Dark gold, brilliant gold, silver-white, purple… The Que Qiao Xian Geng Jin Sword Qi, the Jia Lou Luo Break Array Sword Finger, the Xiao Wu Xiang Pinch Flower Sword Finger, even the Zi Qi Dong Lai Sword Canon… All the sword techniques Zhao Ru Cheng had learned throughout his life were present within it. All the sword lights shone together, and all bowed like subjects. Ten thousand swords paid homage, paying homage to the Emperor within this sword!

The majestic divine ability of the Emperor’s sword, held in Zhao Ru Cheng’s hands, was gripped by him with both hands. Steadfast and unwavering, he chopped down with a single stroke! One word, nine tripods; it seemed like the Way itself made law. The Emperor’s wrath, once ignited, would result in millions of corpses lying scattered and blood flowing like rivers, enough to float boats! This sword cleaved open the Jing Feng! It fell upon the Pu Du Subdue Demon Pestle.

Silence…

The Pu Du Subdue Demon Pestle also broke into two sections! What was meant by “case of no below”? “Case” meant to press down. As this sword pressed down, everything else ceased to exist!

And Huang She Li, lifting her head slightly, looked at the broken Pu Du Subdue Demon Pestle, looking at the upper half of the pestle body containing the Buddha head, which had just been severed and sent flying. Her eyes… From the moment Zhao Ru Cheng revealed his face, her gaze had never left it, staring intently, with eyes full of joy. She had been fighting very seriously, and also appreciating him very seriously.

Her eyes dimmed. That kind of joy dissolved away. She began to feel anger. This emotion, anger, rose from her heart. It burned her body and mind. Why was she named She Li? Because to Huang Fu, who had once truly entered orthodox Buddhism, truly been a monk, whose life had been turbulent, with several rises and falls, “She Li” was the most precious thing in the world! She, his daughter. She, his never-worrisome daughter. She, his willful, foul-mouthed, irritable, trouble-making daughter. She was the most treasured possession of Huang Fu in this life! This branch of the Pu Du Subdue Demon Pestle was personally forged by Huang Fu. The reliefs on the pestle body were carved by him knife by knife. This Subdue Demon Pestle had followed him for many years, regarded by him as a tool to protect the Way, not even allowing others to touch it. Only because Huang She Li, when she was ten years old, had said she liked it, did he immediately give it to her.

Now… Zhao Ru Cheng actually dared to cleave it in two! You damned person, no matter how beautiful you are, how dare you do this?!

Huang She Li’s pair of large, spirited eyes suddenly flashed with ten thousand streams of light, countless fragmented images flickering rapidly. Like waves surging back and forth, like floating light and fleeting shadows. And the onlookers watched in shock— That “case of no below,” which had already cleaved near Huang She Li’s face, about to also cleave her open, the divine ability of the Emperor’s sword, moved continuously upwards, upwards… withdrawing! That section of the Pu Du Subdue Demon Pestle that had already been severed and sent flying, flew back with the same speed, reconnecting to the other section in Huang She Li’s hand, even rejoining as one! That sky-covering, sun-obscuring Jing Feng that had been cleaved open, rejoined together once more. Within the Jing Feng, those earlier dazzling, brilliant, multicolored sword lights gradually dimmed again. The entire martial arts stage was re-covered by the Jing Feng, the sun obscured from view!

“What… what happened?” someone couldn’t help but ask. Their voice stuttered, and they themselves were unaware. They were unaware, and those who heard them were also unaware. All the spectators were plunged into unspeakable shock! What kind of power was this?!

Within the Jing Feng, Zhao Ru Cheng, oblivious to all this, still maintained the posture of holding the divine ability of the Emperor’s sword with both hands, still trying to end the battle. Only Huang She Li herself walked within the Jing Feng, and also walked within time. This was the absolute peak divine ability, Reverse Journey! “Life is like a reverse journey, only I am the traveler!” Its effect was very simple, summarizable in just four words— “Time flows in reverse.” The long river of time surged eternally, always resolute, most heartless, pausing for no one. Only… the person of Reverse Journey.

The confrontation that had already occurred was the most optimal choice made by both sides under the Ling Xi divine ability and the Bodhi divine ability. At this moment, everything redid, and Huang She Li had already gained new awareness. She had seen through the most optimal choice Zhao Ru Cheng would make! In the struggle between the strong, this was enough to decide life and death!

She leaped within the Jing Feng, relying on the power of the Jing Feng divine ability to press close to Zhao Ru Cheng. And at that moment, the Lei Yin Tower had just been extinguished, the Jing Feng had just appeared, Huang She Li’s mocking words had just fallen, Zhao Ru Cheng’s divine ability of the Emperor’s sword was still in the process of chopping… But it was already over.

She “predicted” Zhao Ru Cheng’s choice, holding the Pu Du Subdue Demon Pestle with one hand, and used the Buddha head to strike Zhao Ru Cheng’s neck, splitting it into two sections! Fresh blood rapidly dyed the brass-colored Subdue Demon Pestle… The clear light belonging to Yu Xi surged, and Zhao Ru Cheng fell with a boom!

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