The Immortal Seeker: Legend of Bronze Mirror

Unfortunately, the Eastern Barbarian Martial Saint clearly saw through King Lin's situation.

He was like a cat playing with a mouse, already at the point of being bored with the game.

The Eastern Barbarian Martial Saint did not draw his sword, but merely waved his hand.

At this moment, King Lin inexplicably recalled an ancient poem his teacher had mentioned,

"With a wave of the hand, as if hearing the sound of ten thousand pines."

The palm power of the Eastern Barbarian Martial Saint was more terrifying than a sword strike.

For a moment, it was as if the sound of pines from countless hills and valleys echoed, ethereal and melodious.

The Annihilation Qi Net shattered like decayed cotton, and King Lin's strength force dissipated under the palm power of the Eastern Barbarian Martial Saint.

King Lin was filled with regret, finally experiencing the kind of despair that Xu Gongming felt when facing the Black Mountain Demon. Even more frightening, the Black Mountain Demon was surely much stronger than the Eastern Barbarian Martial Saint before him.

The Martial Saint was already a formidable peak that cultivators of the world couldn't reach, and the creator-like Black Mountain Demon was the pinnacle among pinnacles. When it regained its peak, it would naturally be the ultimate limit of martial prowess in this realm.

Throughout history, there had been countless extraordinary seekers, but the battle strength of the Black Mountain Demon surely belonged to the very top echelon of them all.

"Sister-in-law, you should go," King Lin resolutely took another step forward.

His figure was as solid as a rock, his will unshakeable.

Feng Wu did not respond, her gaze as lofty and detached as the firmament, as if nothing in the mortal world could stir her heartstrings anymore.

However, the Supreme Forget Love is truly unburdened by emotion.

Thus, Feng Wu's indifference was not heartlessness, but simply that "emotion" no longer existed.

She waved her hand.

Different from the wave of the Eastern Barbarian Martial Saint.

Feng Wu's wave was like clouds drifting aimlessly through a valley, birds weary of flight knowing to return. Naturally gentle yet resolutely swift.

Two very different styles, perfectly harmonized in her wave, like the unity of Yin and Yang, like creating Tai Chi!

This wave no longer had a Qi Net, but a pure aura, with two different attributes of strength force flowing.

Still waters run deep, hiding surging currents!

In an instant, King Lin felt a sensation of being repelled.

He could no longer join this battlefield.

King Lin, being truly sharp, deeply realized that his sister-in-law was in a state similar to "Unity of Heaven and Man". Pressuring from the side was the best form of help.

Realizing this, King Lin did not force it, handing over the initiative of the battlefield to his sister-in-law.

This also forced him to realize that if he couldn't successfully break through to the Martial Saint, he would probably not be a match for his sister-in-law.

At this moment, King Lin's emotions were exceptionally complex.

These two are truly devils.

Of course, thinking of Xu Qing's current state, King Lin had to admit, Gongming was the demon among demons.

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"Supreme Scattering Hand!" The Eastern Barbarian Martial Saint slowly spoke.

This was the Strange Skill matched to the Annihilation Scripture's "Supreme Forget Love" realm.

At the end of the previous dynasty, the Annihilation Scripture and Monk Peng's Mysterious Skills Secret were renowned in the world, both extraordinary skills of the Taoist and Buddhist sects.

And the Eastern Barbarian Martial Saint happened to receive the inheritance of the Mysterious Skills Secret.

Of course, having cultivated to this point, his martial arts were no longer confined by the Mysterious Skills Secret.

He continued: "It's a pity you are too young, although you've comprehended the 'Supreme Forget Love' realm, you haven't achieved complete self-forgetfulness, haven't grasped the Daoist essentials of keeping emptiness and tranquility, otherwise our battle today would certainly be a splendid saga recorded in the annals of cultivation history."

Forget love, the "self" still exists. Forgetting oneself, there's only the "Dao".

"A realm is not determined by height, but by human action. If you truly transcended to sainthood, why would you wade into the world's corruption. You are not that wise, and I am not that wise, we're all the same. Ultimately, it still comes down to speaking with fists." Feng Wu finally spoke.

The Eastern Barbarian Martial Saint was surprised at her words, then said: "This seems like something Xu Gongming would say, alas, fate forbids us from meeting."

Feng Wu did not reply.

The Eastern Barbarian Martial Saint then lightly sighed: "Watch the sword."

He said "watch the sword," yet did not draw his sword.

Though he did not draw his sword, he pointed his finger, transforming into countless sword strikes.

Behind these countless sword strikes, like the myriad stars in the sky, amidst constant transformation, there was a hidden eternal law.

Swordsmanship to this extent is nearly akin to the Dao.

This "sword" clearly shattered the aura crafted by Feng Wu's Supreme Scattering Hand, plunging the world into an atmosphere of ashen tones.

King Lin couldn't help but throw a punch, yet inexplicably found that the distance between him and the Eastern Barbarian Martial Saint was increasing.

This was a complete sensory error.

Causing King Lin to be unable to strike the Eastern Barbarian Martial Saint at all.

A higher realm means that even if the strength is close, there would be a moment where one cannot find the leverage, thus unable to truly harm the enemy.

King Lin was immensely stifled.

Yet he couldn't unleash his strength force indiscriminately.

Because doing so would also affect his sister-in-law.

"Gongming, what other solution do you have?" Even though King Lin was as righteous as the clouds in the sky, at this moment, he could find no way to help his sister-in-law, having to hope for Xu Qing, who could traverse dreams.

He could see, though Feng Wu's realm was nearing the Martial Saint level, her actual power might not yet surpass his, let alone that Feng Wu was still a woman, with an inherent weakness in martial strength.

This is also the law of nature.

King Lin could only watch as the Eastern Barbarian Martial Saint's sword finger, encompassing the heavens, sealed all of Feng Wu's retreat paths.

With his abilities, he could only think of going all out, without any flaws to exploit.

Such was the fact.

Feng Wu did not retreat or evade, but instead faced the sword finger.

But not limited to this, her hands like eagles swooping, grasping towards the Eastern Barbarian Martial Saint's temples on both sides.