Chapter 155

Seeing that all three top masters were hopeless, Wang Tianlong flung his sleeve and said in exasperation, “Suyin, you slutty nun, I always knew you were making eyes at Feng Liyao! You filthy whore, keep acting, why don’t you keep it up!”

The crowd murmured in disbelief, never expecting the domineering and majestic Emperor Gan to show such a side.

Master Suyin sneered and said, “Wang Tianlong, your time is up. I have nothing more to say to you.”

“You dare stab me in the back, you just wait!” Wang Tianlong pointed at her and roared, “Once I kill Feng Liyao, I’ll make sure you beg for death but can’t find it!”

Master Suyin looked up at the sky, too lazy to bother with him.

At that moment, Feng Liyao spoke again, “Wang Tianlong, stop dreaming. Since you refuse to acknowledge the outcome of the last match, fine. For this third round, who will you send? I want you to lose with no excuses!”

Wang Tianlong signaled to Wang Hongyu, who nodded, secretly swallowed a golden pill, and then leaped into the arena.

“Mother, let me take him on!” Qi Fei looked at Feng Liyao.

They could only rely on the thousand or so imperial guards who had no choice but to submit to the tyranny of Wang Tianlong, along with a few royal descendants like Bai Cuilan, Wang Hongyu, and Wang Hongfei.

Yet how could these people stand against the fierce troops of Qi Fei and his like? They were utterly outmatched, either slain or fleeing in disarray.

Feng Jianqing and Leng Shuxue quickly moved toward Wang Wanru, surrounding her with several beautiful young women. Feng Jianqing extended a jade-like hand toward this princess of the Gan Dynasty and said, “Sister, what are you waiting for?”

“I… I…” Wang Wanru hesitated, looking at the pretty faces before her, feeling both familiar and strange, yet immensely warm and close.

Feng Jianqing said nothing more, pulling her into an embrace and whispering softly in her ear. Before long, Wang Wanru’s ears were flushed crimson.

Bai Cuilan sensed something was wrong and retreated in panic, but as she turned her head, she saw a stunning beauty appear before her—a flawless visage, ethereal and aloof, noble and cold, untouched by mortal dust. Who else could it be but Qi Tingqin?

“Queen Bai, where are you off to?” Qi Tingqin said calmly.

“Sister, my dear sister, spare me, I don’t want to die…” Bai Cuilan’s legs went weak with terror. At this point, even a fool could see that the Gan Dynasty’s cause was lost, with no hope of turning the tide.

Qi Tingqin smiled faintly. “Don’t worry, I won’t kill you.”

Bai Cuilan was overjoyed. “Really? My dear sister, in my next life I’ll repay your great kindness as a beast of burden…” Qi Tingqin said, “I won’t kill you because I’m afraid of dirtying my hands. Someone else will do it.”

Bai Cuilan felt a chill run down her spine at those words. Turning around, she saw the three masters Fang Huaxian, Ji Qiujun, and Yu Youyang staring at her with cold smiles—especially Fang Huaxian, whose dark sleeves seemed to conceal venomous creatures slithering within.

“No, no…” Bai Cuilan screamed, and soon the screams turned into cries of agony, then fell silent.

Feng Liyao nodded, “Alright, but don’t be too rough—no need to break his dog legs.”

“Mother, don’t worry! I’ll make sure to break every bone in his body!” Qi Fei chuckled, his figure turning into a blur of afterimages as he appeared in the arena in an instant.

The people of the Gan Dynasty bristled with hatred at the words of Feng Liyao and Qi Fei, while the Kun Kingdom’s side burst into laughter, clearly no longer taking Wang Tianlong and his group seriously.

Wang Hongyu eyed his formidable opponent, knowing full well he was no match for Qi Fei. But at this point, he had no choice but to grit his teeth and face him.

Fortunately, Wang Tianlong had given him a “Mighty God Pill,” which could explosively boost his power for the duration of one incense stick’s burning. However, after using it, he would need a hundred days of rest to recover his vitality—it was a special drug that overdrew life potential.

This “Mighty God Pill” had been a tribute from foreign lands years ago, extremely rare. Wang Tianlong only had three: one given to Bai Xifeng, who used it to eliminate Ye Hongyi; back then, Qiu Haixuan, after taking it, could even exchange a few moves with the “Saber Lord” Ye Hongyi.

Of the remaining two, Wang Hongyu took one, and Wang Tianlong kept the last for himself, just in case.

“Brother Wang, please.” Qi Fei patted the Coiling Dragon Sword on his back. The divine weapon immediately hummed with a sword cry, unsheathing itself and landing in his hand. Under the midday sun, its cold gleam radiated in all directions, and faint dragon patterns seemed to emerge on the blade.

Wang Hongyu chuckled dryly, “Brother Qi, wielding a divine weapon—isn’t that a bit of an unfair advantage?”

Qi Fei laughed, “You have a point, but if I don’t use a weapon, you might die even faster.” With that, he sheathed the Coiling Dragon Sword.

“Who dies is still uncertain.” Wang Hongyu sneered, beginning to gather his inner power.

Qi Fei glanced at him, about to scoff, when suddenly a sense of alarm struck him—an inexplicable feeling of danger. He thought to himself, Could this kid be up to some trick again? I can’t fall for his schemes a second time.

“Take this—”

Wang Hongyu didn’t stand on ceremony. With a low shout, his figure flickered as he lunged at Qi Fei.

One hand clawed at the air, a golden dragon claw phantom materializing, carrying a fierce surge of energy as it aimed for Qi Fei’s vital points from a distance. That single move alone already rivaled the skill of those on the martial world’s expert rankings.

Though Qi Fei looked down on it somewhat, he didn’t dare be careless. He flicked a finger, sending a blast of finger wind that shattered the opponent’s “Dragon Claw Hand,” while his other hand swung out, conjuring a bright moon that rolled toward the foe like a wheel.

Wang Hongyu’s expression tightened at the sight. He used both hands, his “Dragon Claw Hand” tearing the moon apart, but from within it flew a phoenix phantom. With a bird’s cry, it slammed fiercely into him.

Under everyone’s watchful eyes, a golden protective aura appeared on Wang Hongyu’s body, taking the shape of an iron garment. The phoenix phantom crashed into it and dissipated, though the iron garment also vanished.

Using the Great Zen Temple’s two ultimate techniques—”Dragon Claw Hand” and “Iron Cloth Shirt”—he successfully blocked Qi Fei’s “Bright Moon Flying Phoenix” divine skill, boosting Wang Hongyu’s confidence for a moment.

The effect of his enhanced power was obvious: even against a more exquisite martial art, it wasn’t impossible to contend.

Qi Fei, however, was greatly surprised. He hadn’t expected Wang Hongyu’s power to grow so quickly—just half a day apart, and the opponent’s inner strength was now no less than his own. How had this happened?

Thoughts aside, Qi Fei didn’t halt his assault. He waved his left hand, and a red sun flew out from it, attacking Wang Hongyu once more.

Wang Hongyu clasped his hands together, and a golden dragon phantom, six feet long, emerged with a dragon’s roar, swiftly charging at Qi Fei.

Their divine skills collided midair, producing a thunderous explosion. The red sun ultimately proved superior, and the golden crow that flew from it left Wang Hongyu scrambling, forcing him to expend even more inner power and techniques to neutralize it.

The two fought for a while, exchanging over a dozen moves in short order. Dragons and phoenixes danced, sun and moon shone, and the fierce clash of true energy sent shockwaves rippling outward. The green bricks of the square’s ground cracked and shattered, nearly stripped away entirely.

By now, Qi Fei understood: though Wang Hongyu possessed sixty years’ worth of inner power, it was clearly unstable and impure, still lagging behind his own. He could still defeat the opponent.

Once he grasped the situation, Qi Fei stopped delaying and began to unleash his full strength.

“Sun and Moon Unite!”

Qi Fei clasped his hands together, and a sun and moon surged from his palms, instantly merging into a massive dual-ringed orb. The inner layer was a blue moon, wrapped in an outer layer of red sun, larger than a door panel, enveloping Qi Fei entirely as a surge of immense power erupted!

At that moment, Wang Hongyu was charging in with his “Dragon God Art.” The sun-moon halo around Qi Fei suddenly expanded and exploded, tearing Wang Hongyu’s golden dragon to shreds. From within flew the golden crow and phoenix, hurtling straight at Wang Hongyu!

Wang Hongyu was shocked and hastily deployed his “Iron Cloth Shirt” to defend. But the “Iron Cloth Shirt” held for only an instant before being shattered by the golden crow and phoenix!

“Damn, he was hiding his true strength!” Wang Hongyu’s back went cold with fear as he realized Qi Fei was now showing his real power. He didn’t dare hesitate, immediately resorting to his life-saving skill!

Before the crowd’s eyes, with a “whoosh,” Wang Hongyu’s form split into two—two Wang Hongyus appeared.

“Limitless Taiji!” Zhang Zhen’e of the Shaoyue Sect recognized it instantly: this was clearly the divine skill from his sect’s ultimate art, the *Wuwei Dao Scroll*.

As Wang Hongyu’s form divided, the golden crow and phoenix missed their mark. But extraordinary skills were not like ordinary martial arts—the golden crow and phoenix seemed to have eyes, turning to pursue Wang Hongyu again, each chasing one of his forms.

“Two Principles Give Rise to Four Images!”

In this critical moment, Wang Hongyu abandoned all pretense, fully unleashing his mastered “Limitless Taiji” divine skill. His two forms divided again, two becoming four.

The four forms combined their strength, launching a stunning strike at the golden crow and phoenix simultaneously!

Under the clash of energies, the golden crow and phoenix shattered, and Wang Hongyu finally neutralized the “Sun and Moon Unite” move.

But Qi Fei’s assault didn’t stop. He channeled his true energy, unleashing another “Sun and Moon Unite,” charging at Wang Hongyu once more!

“You forced me into this!” Wang Hongyu bellowed. His four forms merged back into one, and at the same time, a golden light blazed. Under everyone’s gaze, a golden Buddha phantom, six feet tall, rose behind him. The dazzling golden light enveloped him entirely, carrying immense power and an awe-inspiring presence!

“This… this is our Great Zen Temple’s ‘Buddha’s Light Illuminates All’ divine skill!” Dongfang Jingang of the Great Zen Temple cried out in shock, and the other monks’ expressions shifted dramatically.

Wang Hongyu had not only learned the Shaoyue Sect’s “Limitless Taiji” but also the Great Zen Temple’s “Buddha’s Light Illuminates All”—it was utterly shocking.

As the golden Buddha phantom emerged, Qi Fei’s “Sun and Moon Unite” had already struck, swiftly landing on Wang Hongyu. But it was blocked by the Buddha phantom. A series of explosions rang out: the sun and moon shattered, the golden crow and phoenix dissipated, and the Buddha phantom on Wang Hongyu dimmed.

Even so, he had once again blocked one of Qi Fei’s killer moves.

Qi Fei, however, stopped attacking and stood in place, watching Wang Hongyu with leisurely interest.

He could see it now: Wang Hongyu had long abandoned the “Dragon God Art,” replacing his inner power entirely with “Buddha’s Light Illuminates All.” The “Dragon God Art” he used was merely driven by the “Buddha’s Light Illuminates All” mental method, appearing golden but fundamentally different in nature—no wonder its power had surpassed before.

Still, Qi Fei couldn’t figure out why Wang Hongyu’s power had suddenly surged.

Wang Hongyu was also acting out of desperation. This duel with Qi Fei was a life-or-death battle.

He knew Qi Fei’s martial prowess well. Even after taking the “Mighty God Pill,” he was still no match. Facing death, he had no choice but to use the “Limitless Taiji” and “Buddha’s Light Illuminates All” divine skills he had hidden for so long.

Even if it meant exposure, drawing问责 from the Great Zen Temple and Shaoyue Sect, and leading to total defeat, if he didn’t reveal his true strength, the Gan Dynasty would still be defeated by the Kun Kingdom. There was simply no other option.

“Brother Wang, impressive skills!” Qi Fei chuckled, unable to resist clapping in approval.

He knew the real show was about to begin.

“Hmph!” Wang Hongyu glared angrily, his face full of pride.

“Emperor Gan!” Zhang Zhen’e, the foremost of the Shaoyue Seven Truths, finally couldn’t hold back. “May I ask, Your Majesty, why does the Crown Prince of Gan possess our Shaoyue Sect’s divine skill? And I’ve also seen Your Majesty use ‘Limitless Taiji’—is that true or not?”

The other experts of the Shaoyue Sect also glared furiously at Wang Tianlong.

“Amitabha!” Dongfang Jingang added, “And our Great Zen Temple’s ‘Buddha’s Light Illuminates All’ divine skill—how did it fall into the hands of the Gan court? We hope Emperor Gan can provide a reasonable explanation.”

Wang Tianlong remained silent.

At this, Fang Huaxian laughed crisply and said, “Isn’t it obvious enough? We’ve said it before: the martial arts manuals of the Shaoyue Sect and Great Zen Temple were stolen by the Gan court. It has nothing to do with our Kun Kingdom!”

“And!” Bai Liangang’s voice boomed, echoing across the field, “The deaths of Xuantian the Ox-Nose and Kongming the Old Bald Donkey were also the work of the Gan court—completely unrelated to our Kun Kingdom’s Empress!”

“Indeed, Master Kongming died at the hands of Bai Xifeng and Wang Tianlong. I saw it with my own eyes!” Miaoyu’s voice was equally captivating.

Wang Hongyu’s sharp gaze swept over at these words. So the one hiding behind the big tree that day, who took the “Great Arhat Hand,” was this alluring young nun!

“Emperor Gan, is this true?” Dongfang Jingang’s voice trembled. He never imagined the堂堂 Emperor of Gan would stoop to such despicable acts, while he had foolishly served him for so long.

Qi Tingqin said, “Fellow Daoists and Masters, back when my daughter Wanru held the martial contest for marriage at Shaoyue Sect, it was entirely a scheme and trap designed by Wang Tianlong and Bai Xifeng to steal your sects’ martial arts manuals. I only learned the truth later, and in my fury, I severed ties with Wang Tianlong and left the Gan court.”

The Kun Kingdom’s side continued to expose Wang Tianlong’s crimes, but he remained silent, his eyes fixed intently on Feng Liyao. In his eyes, everyone else was mere ants—only a Heaven-tier expert could threaten him and shake his position.

Thus, even if it meant burning bridges with the Great Zen Temple and Shaoyue Sect, it didn’t matter anymore. He just regretted not exploiting them to the very end.

Wang Wanru closed her eyes in some pain. At this point, she had to admit that her father and brother were no good. She began to waver on whether she should keep standing by their side.

“Ha ha…” Facing the accusations, Wang Tianlong suddenly burst into laughter.

When his laughter ceased, his face twisted into a ferocious, contorted expression as he scanned the crowd. “I, Wang Tianlong, descendant of the peerless Great Emperor Wang Aotian, tenth-generation emperor of the Great Gan Dynasty! You rebellious traitors, how dare you act insolently before me!”

His voice was deep and deafening. For a moment, the surrounding crowd was cowed by his aura, unable to speak.

As his words fell, Wang Tianlong’s hair and beard bristled, and his dragon robe billowed. He clawed at the air, and a powerful force surged from his palm. Dongfang Jingang, not far away, felt a chill in his chest as he was irresistibly pulled toward him!

With a “bang,” Wang Tianlong struck Dongfang Jingang’s bald head with his palm. A “crack” sounded as bones shattered, and Dongfang Jingang’s skull burst like a watermelon, blood and brain matter splattering everywhere. His body slumped to the ground like mud, dead on the spot!

Wang Tianlong stood proudly, his dragon eyes glaring with vigor, and bellowed, “Those who submit to me thrive; those who oppose me perish! Whoever dares defy me—this is their fate!”

“Senior brother…” The monks of the Great Zen Temple rushed forward to examine Dongfang Jingang’s corpse, their grief overwhelming.

Seeing Wang Tianlong’s brutality, fury surged through the crowd. Zhang Zhen’e shouted, “Everyone, Emperor Gan is evil and cruel, fallen into the demonic path! Though I am unworthy, even at the cost of my life, I will slay this demon and uphold justice!”

“Clowns, utterly insignificant!” Wang Tianlong unleashed his divine skill, his form splitting as a golden dragon phantom flew from him, attacking the crowd.

The members of the Great Zen Temple and Shaoyue Sect were no match—they couldn’t even withstand a single move and were sent flying. It was only because of their numbers, sharing the force, that they weren’t killed outright.

“Wang Tianlong, your crimes are countless—your time to die has come!” As Feng Liyao’s voice rang out, a purple-gold figure swiftly darted forward, attacking Wang Tianlong.

“Feng Liyao, I’ll fight you to the death!” Wang Tianlong didn’t dare be careless. Among everyone present, only Feng Liyao was his true rival, and he immediately focused all his strength on her.

“Wang Tianlong, best of five rounds—you’ve already lost. Get out of here now!”

“Kill you, and I’ll still be the winner!”

“Then try it!”

The two Heaven-tier experts clashed instantly, their true energy surging, sand and stones flying. Their speed was too fast to follow, and their immense power destroyed everything in its path.

The moment Emperor Gan and Empress Kun began fighting, the other experts from both camps also sprang into action, launching into a brutal slaughter—though in truth, it was a one-sided massacre.

Now, the Kun Kingdom was teeming with experts and formidable strength. In contrast, on the Gan Dynasty’s side, Wei Dongxiang had left without a word, one of the three top masters Wang Hongyu had invited had departed, another had defected, and the remaining one, Granny Honglian, stood watching from the sidelines. Whether she had learned of the Gan court’s schemes or seen through Wang Tianlong’s true nature, she no longer wished to meddle in the conflict between the two nations.

Add to that the defection of the Great Zen Temple and Shaoyue Sect, and the Gan court was now completely without external aid or capable support.