The Path of the Martial Arts BOSS

Trigram formations flew out from the Ten Directions Destruction, weaving around the surrounding space, intertwining to create an intricate mystery, conveying truths that pierced the human heart.

Great Wisdom Space.

Qing Yu naturally hadn't reached the level of truly opening up the Great Wisdom Space, but inducing mysteries to form a domain similar to space within the surrounding area was still possible.

Within the Great Wisdom Space, Qing Yu's spiritual acuity could be said to have multiplied. In his wise eyes, divine light shone brilliantly, surveying the Three Talents Qi of heaven, earth, and humanity.

"The Ji Family, descended from ancient times, are under the Human Emperor's domain. There are those in the world with the surname Ji, but only this family possesses the Emperor Martial Art. Ji Muqing once transformed the Confucian Divine Skill Peaceful World into Emperor Martial Art Peaceful World. What an incomprehensible origin... "

At this moment, even Qing Yu dared not claim he could alter the Confucian Martial Arts without losing its meaning. Ji Muqing could merge Peaceful World with Emperor Martial Art; his origins could indeed, as Qing Yu guessed, be descended from the Human Emperor.

The Ten Directions Destruction spun rapidly, a mysterious Qi Mechanism appeared above it, transforming into a hazy image.

Seeing this, Qing Yu hastily infused True Qi, his eyes radiating divine light, filling his entire gaze.

The image gradually became clear, slowly revealing its true form. A jade-white gateway, lush greenery, and the bustling sight of diligent students coming and going.

"Mountain River Academy?"

"It makes sense; within the Confucian realm, holding numerous classics, having records about the Ji Family is also normal."

As Qing Yu was muttering to himself, the image abruptly diffused with white mist, seemingly gathering towards the center, transforming into something. Qing Yu smiled slightly, grabbing the rapidly spinning Ten Directions Destruction, halting his calculation, making the image instantly collapse and disappear without a trace.

"Meng Shanhe noticed quickly enough, but I've already gained what I wanted."

With Feng Jiwu in Northern Zhou, borrowing some books to investigate the Ji Family's origin should be no problem.

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In the Western Regions, tensions continued to escalate, with the Peacock Remnants and the Cangsheng Sect incessantly clashing, but both sides exercised restraint.

Gradually, it seemed both parties confirmed each other's sincerity, their conflicts subsiding, and they began to tacitly eliminate other forces within the Western Regions.

Kartim, as a major gathering point, naturally became the largest hub of other forces. Here, there were smugglers trading with Daqian, ferocious villains from various places, and even spies coming from Daqian.

The Peacock Remnants and Cangsheng Sect followers went completely berserk, shouting the names of their deities, slaughtering everyone not from either side. Blood and wails spread throughout Kartim.

Slaughter and counter-killings played out in this desert city. Among those preyed upon were none without sharp claws and teeth; they could become hunters at any moment, counter-killing Cangsheng Sect followers and Peacock Remnants.

However, with the fall of a blade's brilliance, the city momentarily stilled.

The bright blade light, like a waterfall, descended from the sky, reflecting people's hearts like a mirror, and every figure illuminated by the blade light exploded Blade Energy within them, shredding them to pieces.

"Nangong Jue!"

Someone unknowingly shouted out the name of the figure in the sky; all the resisting people ceased fighting, fled wildly, attempting to escape this certain death.

"'Holy Decision Blade Lord' Nangong Jue, the sharpest blade in the Cangsheng Sect Master's hand, I never thought even he would come to Kartim."

In the shadows, Feng He suppressed his Qi Mechanism, witnessing Nangong Jue's might, he transmitted a message to Qing Yu.

Not far behind him, a shadow, seemingly existent or illusory, floated in the air, transmitting a reply: "A few days ago, two Divinity Realm warriors appeared in Kartim opposing auspicious days; it's natural for Nangong Jue to come here."

"Maybe, there's another Divinity Realm from the Nalanda Temple waiting in the shadows."

After all, it's a collaboration between both forces; it can't be only the Cangsheng Sect exerting effort with no one from Nalanda Temple involved.

"The chaos in the Western Regions is already a foregone conclusion. With the Shadow King's order, I must leave now," Feng He said.

This journey to the Western Regions, he could say he was merely going through the motions, and now that the Shadow King had decided to act, his Divine Communication Battle Power naturally couldn't stay in the Western Regions any longer.

"A foregone conclusion? I think there will still be variables; I've decided to stay and observe a little longer," came a deep, heavy voice from the shadow, resembling a flat image.

"Then I shall leave first."

Feng He's figure seemed to transform into a breeze, wafting away and disappearing.

The shadow remained, slightly fluctuating, and then suddenly muttered in a low voice: "Isn't that, one of the variables has already arrived."

"Woo······"

Amidst ghostly cries, two figures adorned with black emperor's robes appeared. Simultaneously, outside Kartim, dense ghostly fog surged in, accompanied by the orderly footsteps of Yin Soldiers clad in dark green armor.

The people of the Netherworld Palace had arrived.

As the nearest and largest gathering place to Heavenly Gate Pass, Luo Feng would not allow it to fall into local hands, becoming a springboard for attacking Heavenly Gate Pass.

"Netherworld Palace, are you here to die?"

Nangong Jue looked towards those two Kings of Netherworld Palace, his blade edge reflecting their figures.

The intangible Sword Intent approached their figures but was dispelled by the surrounding Ghostly Energy.

"Nangong Jue, retreat now and there's still a glimmer of life," spoke Equal King, with a tone brimming with the clamor of war, the very Duke Shenwu Luo Feng of Daqian.

Clad in an emperor's robe, yet his War Halberd was firmly gripped, the halberd gleaming with ghostly light, seething with deathly and murderous intent.

"Equal King, and another, it seems the Blood Pool Hell on your emperor's robe belongs to the Five Senses King of the Fourth Palace. Two Kings of Netherworld Palace; just perfect for a fierce battle."

Nangong Jue's gaze shifted sideways, saying, "Right, Asura?"

In the night sky, a clanging sound emerged, as a figure clad in fearsome War Armor appeared. The Asura of the Eight Tribes swung the dark red war blade, the crimson pupils under his faceplate gazing at the King of Netherworld Palace, igniting intense battle intent.

Asura, the second strongest among the Eight Tribes, second only to Indra.

As both sides faced off, a heavy murderous intent and aura clashed against each other.

"Attack!"

A loud shout came from below. Two tall figures clad in bull-headed and horse-faced helmets emerged from the fog, issuing the command to commence battle.

Yin Soldiers charged, forming an invincible military formation that pierced through Kartim's city gate in an instant.

At the same time, the four in the sky simultaneously sprang into action. Asura's war blade met the Equal King Luo Feng's Big Spear, and Nangong Jue faced off against the Five Senses King.

Qi Force tore through the air as the four of them, with tacit understanding, fought while ascending, preventing the battle's shock waves from affecting the subordinates below.

'An opportunity indeed.'

Seeing the four fighting further away, gradually losing sight in the night sky, only the echoes of Qi Force frequencies proved their ongoing battle.

Qing Yu's silhouette dissipated, the Seven Absolute Desolate unleashed, transforming into a wisp of ghostly green Demon Energy, stealthily approaching the battling Bull Head and Horse Face.

PS: It's the end of the month, feel free to toss any votes you have at the old man. The old man is not afraid of pain.