Chapter 33: The Six Paths Divine Fist

  Standing with hands clasped behind his back, Lin Huang raised his head to gaze at the sky.

  Suddenly, the void rippled and flashed, in an instant a sword thrust forward, stirring up a hundred feet of sword light, blocking out the sun and moon, no human figure was seen, rushing towards Lin Huang's back with a fierce killing intent.

  Lin Huang's head didn't turn back, nor did he dodge or evade.

  Rumble!

  A flash of sword light, a fleeting glimpse, a figure stood with sword in hand, not deigning to smile, "Still thought there was some skill, but in the end, couldn't withstand a single blow."

  He shook his head, sheathed his sword and sprang away with a bound.

  But just as they walked together, he suddenly felt a gaze behind him, like a sharp sword, making it difficult for him to eat and sleep.

  "Still not dead?!" The man let out a low cry, without turning his head, his feet moved swiftly, and in an instant, three thousand figures split off from him, running, jumping.

  In an instant, the sky and earth, three thousand figures grasped swords and swung them in unison. Suddenly turning around, they struck fiercely, and in the blink of an eye, there were three thousand swords. One sword was faster than another, figures overlapping, until finally, all converged into one, simply a single sword.

  "Splitting Light Shadow, Sword Rises to Heaven's Origin! Give me death!"

  Clang!

  A faint cry, and his face turned pale in an instant, with cold sweat dripping down.

  "How is this possible?! I was actually blocked!"

  Three thousand converged into one sword, with the added confusion of scattered light and shadow, it should have been a strange peak bursting forth, unstoppable momentum. But just like that, simply and easily, Lin Huang stretched out his hand, five fingers grasping out, covering heaven and earth, no matter how you scattered light and shadow, the sword rose to the heavenly origin, one grasp brought it down, and the entire sword glow was caught in the palm of his hand.

  "Too strong. Can't match strength. Retreat!"

  That man was also decisive, if one strike didn't hit, he would immediately withdraw his sword and flee a thousand miles.

  Clang!

  Lin Huang's finger bent and snapped, his long sword shattered inch by inch. His gaze was calm as he watched the person who had suddenly escaped into thin air. He opened his mouth and said: "Separate light and shadow, sword rises to the heavenly origin. The ultimate skill of the killing path, I've learned it."

  He said calmly and quietly, Lin Huo spread his hands, clenched his fists, without a hint of anger, and punched the air, "You gave me a sword, I return you a punch."

  "This fist is called Wind!"

  A low voice, a silent fist, lightly floating without any hint of smoke or fire, suddenly a mournful cry echoes from a thousand feet away, the void shakes, a figure stumbles and falls to the ground, barely turning back, with an incredulous face.

  "What kind of fist is this."

  "Six Paths God Fist. Wind Fist."

  "Good. Good. A good Six Paths Divine Fist." The figure's shadow let out a mournful smile, gazing at Lin Huang with resentment and venom, "Don't be so smug. My senior brother, Avenging Blood, will avenge me!"

  As soon as he finished speaking, his body shook violently, and suddenly a gust of wind blew from nowhere, cutting through everything, dispersing, and transforming into a flash of light that vanished on the spot.

  Lin Huang's eyes were dull and he didn't pay attention to the man's shouting. He lowered his head, looked at his palm, and carefully savored the aftertaste of the sword's rise to the heavenly origin. As if he had gained some insight, he raised his head and saw a robust figure walking towards him from a hundred feet away.

  Every step felt like a mountain falling to the ground, heavy and oppressive, causing the earth to tremble. With a steady gaze, he looked at Lin Huang, then suddenly took off running.

  Knock knock knock!

  Every time a footstep falls, it's as if someone is wielding a massive hammer to strike the earth, shaking the ground, and all the rocks within a hundred feet jump up before exploding with a loud boom.

  Lin Huang's gaze was calm and steady as he looked at the approaching person, his mind wise and perceptive, instantly grasping the other's background.

  "Di Bajie. Disciple of the Eight Trigrams Fist Sage. Not bad."

  That sturdy big fellow was called out by Lin Huang's loud voice, but he didn't show any surprise or panic. He remained calm and composed like a mountain, clenched his fist, raised his hand, and struck down with a loud crash.

  Bajiquan was created by Wu Zhong, one of the legendary figures of Chinese martial arts.

  Transforming the immense power of the earth into a subtle and extreme state. Therefore, it is called "Earth Eight Extremes", known as the most powerful and agile fist method.

  A fist fell, but there was no change. As soon as Lin Huang's hand moved, the punch seemed to anticipate its opponent's move, drawing an arc, twisting and turning, with a more violent speed, blasting into Lin Huang's chest.

  One punch hit the mark, and the robust big man's expression instantly became sacred and solemn. His heavy body moved like a spiritual monkey within three feet of Lin Huang, launching a fierce attack like a stormy rain.

  Fists, kicks, shoulders, and head-butts; every part of the body becomes a lethal weapon.

  Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!

  Zhuang Suo Da Han threw ten punches, swung out 897 fists, and thought to himself that even a Vajra Mountain would be shattered under his fierce attack, but the feeling transmitted through his hands told him that the opponent was still alive.

  So the robust and powerful Han people took a deep breath, dared not stop, and continued to launch fierce attacks.

  Lin Huang's face was expressionless, allowing the robust and majestic man to wildly bombard him, not retreating a single step, carefully comprehending the subtleties of this earthly extremity, as if he had gained some insight.

  "Enough!" The sturdy big man suddenly pushed open, panting, and was actually a bit weak. Tiandi's most powerful fist method, even with the sturdy big man's strength, after punching 3780 punches, his hands were still powerless, almost fainting.

  "You're actually a Great Completion God Body. My god, who can beat you?" The robust big man's face turned deathly pale, his eyes filled with shock and disbelief.

  Lin Huang nodded his head, this sturdy big man was indeed open and honest, with some heroic spirit.

  "You've shown me the depths of hell, now I'll show you a punch."

  As he spoke, Lin Huang spread his hands out, grasping and clutching, under the robust big man's astonished gaze, he swung his fist, as if he had grabbed the entire earth with one hand, holding it in his palm, striking towards the robust big man.

  "What a terrifying punch."

  "Zhuang Shuo Da Han shouted in surprise, 'What kind of fist is this?! The tyranny has reached such an extent!'"

  "This fist is called Ground." Lin Huang faintly opened his mouth.

  Boom!

  The majestic Da Han was instantly blown up, leaving behind only one sentence: "Refreshing! I remember you. Wait for me to cultivate Tian Ba Ji, and then come find you again."

  Lin Huang turned his head around, and the seven people who came with him swallowed their saliva, looking at Lin Huang in shock.

  "That guy who just got punched out is someone I know. He's a disciple of the Eight Extremes Fist Saint."

  "I also know. Met in the first preliminary round, very fierce, didn't expect to be knocked out with one punch."

  "This guy is too formidable. It's better if we don't provoke him."

  "What nonsense is this? This time we're lucky, our seven martial brothers are together, if we don't take the opportunity to wipe out some strong enemies, won't we be looking for death later?"

  "Not bad. This guy is strong enough to take on the seven of us together. Hmph, as long as we work together, no one can beat us. Everyone, get into formation."

  Seven people whispered for a moment, made a decision, and their figures flashed as they took up positions to surround Lin Huang in the center.

  "Battle formation." Lin Huang nodded, his interest piqued.

  "Seven Stars Lighting! Northern Dipper God Kui." Seven people surrounded Lin Huang, calling out in low voices, each coordinating with the others to set up a formation.

  Lin Huang immediately knew the origin of these seven people, "True Martial Arts Arena. Big Dipper Seven Star Formation."

  The Zhenwu Arena is also a famous sacred place, but after the death of the Great Sage Zhenwu, it fell from the top ten sacred places. However, its strength should not be underestimated, especially the battle formation of the Zhenwu Arena. The Taiji Sword Formation, the Sancan Sword Formation, the Wuxing Sword Formation, and the Beidou Qixing Formation are all world-renowned, peerless battle formations.

  Even if they are only cultivators of the lowest rank, as long as they form a true martial formation, two people can defeat a marquis and seven people can defeat a king.

  So Lin Huang immediately became interested in this Big Dipper Seven Star Formation.

  "Shine!"

  One loud shout, seven people launched their formation, one sword came out, seven swords shook with light, in an instant it was like a starry river falling, the swords were shining brightly, each wave of light was a sword.

  This light is boundless, this sword is also boundless.

  "As expected, there's a way." Lin Huang saw the hunting heart happy, unobstructed, and stepped into the starlight, sword light.