King of Assassins

Gao Xuan on the high platform remained indifferent, he appreciatively glanced at the Celestial Spirit Sword, "I used to have this thing too, seems like we're relatives."

There are indeed similarities between the Celestial Spirit Sword Box and the Celestial Spirit Sword. However, the upper limit of the Celestial Spirit Sword is too low. It might also be because the power ceiling of this world is too low.

Luo Tiangang had no interest in chatting, he pointed the Celestial Spirit Sword at Gao Xuan, and the sword's edge transformed into a brilliant silver light like a tide, instantly engulfing Gao Xuan.

Gao Xuan neither dodged nor evaded, punching directly at the center of the countless silver sword lights.

The tide of silver sword light shattered explosively, revealing the continually trembling body of the Celestial Spirit Sword.

Luo Tiangang had to take a step back, his handsome, youthful face turning red and blue intermittently.

The surging blood energy proved difficult for him to control.

For a moment, he was somewhat embarrassed.

Opposite him, Gao Xuan's right fist bore a deep sword mark, his right hand nearly sliced in two by the sword.

Yet Gao Xuan stood firmly, an air of domineering arrogance between his brows. The injury on his hand healed rapidly, in the blink of an eye returning to its original state, as if it had never been hurt.

Zuo Bubei and Luo Tiangang both glanced at Gao Xuan's right hand, their eyes carrying complex meanings.

Previously, Gao Xuan took on the Five-Ring Saber head-on, and now the Celestial Spirit Sword, recovering in the blink of an eye each time. Even broken bones immediately healed, the Thirteen Grand Protectors' Cross Training was truly domineering.

It was clear that as long as he couldn't be killed in one blow, Gao Xuan could recover from any injury quickly. Perhaps if the battle dragged on, Gao Xuan would outlast them to death.

The reason was simple, Gao Xuan was protected by the Thirteen Grand Protectors' Cross Training, he wasn't afraid of mistakes. If they showed a flaw, they might die on the spot.

Luo Tiangang said to Liu Sheng Wu Jian, "If Gao Xuan doesn't die in this battle, you will certainly die first."

Zuo Bubei said in a deep voice, "The two of us can swear, as long as you fully cooperate to kill Gao Xuan, we will not harm you. Our two nations will not go to war for fifty years."

"Alright."

Liu Sheng Wu Jian didn't believe in oaths, but he had few options at this point.

The three reached an agreement and could temporarily put aside their apprehensions to cooperate fully.

This time, Zuo Bubei made the first move. He stepped forward to press Gao Xuan, his right palm hovering over Gao Xuan's chest.

Zuo Bubei's palm faintly glowed with a golden hue, his palm technique was simple, but his palm force was vast, covering all directions.

The Tathagata Divine Palm he personally displayed wasn't as imposing as the Golden Body Dharma Aspect, but its power was exceptionally pure.

Gao Xuan couldn't help but exclaim in approval, such a palm technique reducing complexity to simplicity truly demonstrated the pinnacle of Martial Dao in this world. Like his fist striking like a spear, it was a different path leading to the same destination.

In terms of martial arts realm, Zuo Bubei was not inferior to him.

It's worth knowing that Zuo Bubei was a native of this world and hadn't seen other worlds, his experience and knowledge far behind Gao Xuan's.

Even so, Zuo Bubei reached the same realm of Martial Dao as Gao Xuan, Gao Xuan naturally had to admire him.

Gao Xuan's fist struck like a spear, colliding directly with Zuo Bubei's right palm.

Their fist and palm met and paused for a moment, then Zuo Bubei's right arm slightly bent, and he stepped back. His old face also turned a shade of red.

Gao Xuan's punch was too overwhelmingly powerful, even the ten-directions-dominating force of the Tathagata Divine Palm was pierced by Gao Xuan's punch.

Despite Zuo Bubei's full effort, he couldn't withstand Gao Xuan's spear-like punch and had to step back.

"Monk, not bad, try again."

Gao Xuan didn't give Zuo Bubei time to adjust, swinging his fist again, his fist technique was extremely simple, both fists constantly stabbing like long spears.

Zuo Bubei, forced by the swift and fierce punches, had to use the Tathagata Divine Palm to defend while retreating.

His opponent's punches were too sharp and strong, Zuo Bubei needed to retreat and adjust.

In the blink of an eye, Gao Xuan threw dozens of punches, Zuo Bubei's old face turned purple-red. Although his breath remained long, he was clearly at a disadvantage.

This was evident even to the martial experts who had retreated far away.

Seeing Gao Xuan's momentum growing, Liu Sheng Wu Jian and Luo Tiangang didn't intervene.

Because Zuo Bubei could still control his strength, his steps were light as feathers as he retreated, the wooden high platform remained undamaged. It was clear that Zuo Bubei still had some energy left.

However, their roaring exchange of fists and palms grew stronger, and the high platform wouldn't hold for many more strikes.

Qi Donglai, Wang Qing, and Mother of Non-Birth, standing further back, kept retreating. Even the aftermath of the battle put immense pressure on them.

The three of them, also with keen eyes, could see that Zuo Bubei was about to lose.

They were all shocked, at how this young Gao Xuan could be so strong, defeating three Martial Gods with just his fists?

Suddenly, Gao Xuan let out a loud roar, and Zuo Bubei's palms met Gao Xuan's fists. Unmatched powerful force burst from their clash, the solid wooden high platform exploded into countless wood fragments, flying in all directions.

All the bystanders who had retreated far away felt a gust of wind sweeping over them, many were directly swept off by the wind, rolling down the mountain.

The entire Profound Yellow Mountain seemed to tremble violently along with it.

This ground-shaking momentum startled everyone. Most felt that Gao Xuan had the upper hand.

It was obvious, the enormous Ten Directions Buddha Golden Body floating in the air trembled, as if it might crumble.

Only Sun Shangdao frowned deeply, feeling that the situation was dire. Gao Xuan was dominating, but he feared Gao Xuan might not have much energy left.