bookbashuk Chapter 155 The Shifting Stars
Chapter 155 The Shifting Stars
The atmosphere suddenly became heavy.
Yaoyue and Lianxing exchanged a glance, both seeing shock in each other's eyes.
Although they had reached the pinnacle of the Mingyu Technique, they were still like naive children who had not yet entered the path in front of true cultivators.
Cultivators ride the air, inhaling and exhaling the essence of the sun and moon. When they chant incantations, supernatural powers arise spontaneously, and with every move they make, they can shake mountains and rivers and connect yin and yang.
That is an existence beyond the mortal body.
In contrast, even those at the pinnacle of martial arts, whose swordsmanship is unpredictable like Dugu Qiubai's and whose palm power is profound like Yaoyue's, still seem to be struggling in the face of absolute power levels.
The previous battle was proof of this—even when Yaoyue went all out, she was powerless to fight back under the suppression of the Nine Sword Immortals.
This is the most terrifying reality.
"So," Ling Tian said slowly, "if you want to live and become stronger, you have to let go of your past glory and start anew."
Meanwhile, thousands of miles away.
At the edge of the wilderness, a remote village lies quietly in the night.
Suddenly, a dark shadow moved.
The people from the Thunderbolt Hall have arrived.
Several figures leaped into the village entrance like ghosts, landing silently.
The leading expert waved his hand coldly, and in an instant, his subordinates moved in unison, weapons were drawn, torches were lit, and the slaughter officially began.
A scream shattered the silence, and blood stained the yellow earth.
A bloody storm was about to begin.
The moment this happened, the atmosphere became terrifyingly sinister—the people who came weren't there to discuss anything; they were there to wipe out the village.
The killing intent was palpable; before the blade even flashed, the stench of blood was already strong.
What deep-seated hatred did they have for the villagers? Without a word, a single move could mean certain death.
The village erupted into chaos instantly, with chickens flying and dogs barking, and cries and screams tearing through the air.
In the midst of the chaos, a figure suddenly leaped down from the rooftop, like an eagle swooping down on a rabbit, landing with a cloud of dust and an imposing presence.
It was Zhuang Juxian from Juxianzhuang.
The moment this person appeared, his eyes were like poison, fixed on Qiao Feng's direction—even though Qiao Feng wasn't there, the murderous aura around him didn't dissipate in the slightest.
His father and his uncle both died at the hands of Qiao Feng.
That battle became the deepest scar in his heart, burning with pain every night.
When he encountered Qiao Feng again, he was beaten to his knees and coughed up blood, his dignity shattered.
Not to mention that he was also severely tortured by that venomous beauty, A Zi: needles were used to pierce his meridians, and medicine was used to strengthen his muscles and bones, making him wish he were dead.
Strangely enough, it was that period of torment that led him to a blessing in disguise, allowing him to learn a bizarre and extraordinary skill—the Divine Foot Scripture.
This skill doesn't resemble Central Plains martial arts; it's more like a secret yoga technique from India, emphasizing twisting the limbs and reversing the flow of qi and blood.
The postures used in the practice are so bizarre that they are unsettling to most people.
But its power... is truly something else.
Some people initially guessed that he was practicing the Shaolin Temple's treasured Yi Jin Jing, but they were dumbfounded when they saw the moves—this was not orthodox Buddhism, but a heretical and strange skill!
Even worse, this guy had been poisoned by the Ice Silkworm, the coldness penetrating to his marrow. But by using the strange physique of the Divine Foot Scripture, he managed to refine the cold poison into his meridians and make it his own.
It possesses a potent poison that is chilling and corrosive to the bone; those who get close will suffer from paralysis or even internal organ freeze.
Last time, he joined forces with the three Shaolin brothers to besiege Qiao Feng, thinking he could get revenge, but what happened?
Qiao Feng struck with his palm, still with overwhelming force, forcing him to retreat ten steps, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.
Since then, he has secluded himself to cultivate diligently, refining the Divine Foot Sutra day and night.
Now that he has finally mastered the skills, his abilities have improved further. Although he still cannot reach the threshold of the Heavenly Ranking, he is already a top-tier figure among second-rate martial arts masters.
I was just looking forward to a breather, to go home and have a few days of peace and quiet. But before I could even take a couple of sips of tea, those lunatics from the Thunderbolt Gang showed up at my door!
"I can cause trouble even while sitting at home?" Zhuang Juxian laughed angrily. "You all have a death wish!"
Before he finished speaking, his palm strike had already arrived.
With a single palm strike, black energy enveloped his arm, a chill swept over him, and the ground cracked open in a spiderweb-like pattern.
That imposing presence hardly resembles that of a defeated general.
It's clearly a beast that has been waiting for a long time to be unleashed!
Several Thunderbolt Hall disciples were instantly blasted away, crashing into the surrounding wall and spitting out blood. The force of that palm strike was enough to shatter stone tablets.
But the other party wasn't going to take it lying down either.
Those disciples may seem ordinary, but what's truly terrifying is the demonic energy planted within them by the Evil Sword Immortal.
Yin energy surged through his body, his muscles bulged, his eyes turned bloodshot like a ghost, and his hands twisted like withered branches as he roared and pounced.
This is not a human, it's a monster.
They were all acting like madmen, their speed increased dramatically, and their strength was comparable to that of a wild bull.
They had long lost their minds, leaving only the instinct to kill.
Zhuang Juxian retreated repeatedly, his palms flying, unleashing a barrage of icy poisonous palm strikes, barely managing to suppress the attack.
But these monsters became more and more frenzied the more they were attacked, and the more they were injured, the more vicious they became, it was a fight to the death.
Just as the battle was at a stalemate, a person suddenly swept through the air and landed lightly, like a fallen leaf brushing away dust.
He didn't rush towards Zhuang Juxian, nor did he make a move.
He simply stood in the center of the field, his breath deep and his body slightly turned to the side, seemingly neither defending nor attacking.
The next moment—
He moved.
With a circular motion of both hands, a mysterious and unpredictable force quietly flowed through the air.
The demonized disciples who were attacking suddenly veered to the side, and their originally swift and powerful attacks were completely reversed, crashing into each other!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The three collided, and the sound of bones breaking could be clearly heard.
Everyone turned around in shock—the man stood with his hands behind his back, his clothes fluttering slightly, his eyes indifferent.
It was actually the Murong family's ultimate technique—the Star Shift!
With his way, he also gave his body.
This is not martial arts, but the law of reversing Yin and Yang.
The more ruthless you are, the more ruthless I will be.
Whether it's a fist or a palm strike, no matter how powerful your demonic energy, you will ultimately reap what you sow under this pulling force.
The night breeze blew by, but the murderous intent lingered.
A fierce battle has only just begun.
Although he had not reached the profound level of Zhang Sanfeng, Nan Murong's cultivation was by no means ordinary.
He swept across the arena with the grace of a willow in the wind, his palms flashing and a chilling aura rising.
Almost simultaneously, the Starry Night Old Monster let out a strange laugh and leaped out of the shadows. His withered figure was like a ghost, and with a flick of his tattered feather fan, a foul wind arose.
All of the Shaolin brothers' opponents suddenly appeared, and the scene instantly froze like stone.
"You...you actually came?"
Zhuang Juxian's pupils contracted slightly, and his heart skipped a beat.
These people were all formidable figures who fought alongside him against Qiao Feng at the foot of Shaoshi Mountain back then!
At that time, the four of them joined forces and fought fiercely, causing the sky to darken and blood to splatter on the steps.
Now that they've met again, an inexplicable and eerie atmosphere permeates the air.
"Brother Zhuang!" Murong Fu spoke coldly, his robes fluttering, "Today, old friends gather again; let's first sweep these evil spirits out of the house!"
Zhuang Juxian nodded silently, his killing intent already evident.
Meanwhile, the Starry Night Old Monster chuckled sinisterly, waving his feather fan wildly. A gray-green poisonous mist spread out like miasma, instantly enveloping an area of several feet.
That was his trump card, "Dissolving Power and Scattering Soul Powder," which was deadly upon contact with blood and would cause immediate decay upon touching the skin; ordinary masters would avoid it at all costs.
But what's in front of me is no longer a person.
Those Thunderbolt Hall disciples were covered in festering sores, their bones and muscles exposed, and their eyes glowed with a scarlet bloodlust, like demons crawling out of hell.
There wasn't a trace of true energy flowing through their bodies.
It was clearly being propelled forward by some kind of sinister force.
The poison powder landed on them, but it disappeared without a trace, like a mud ox sinking into the sea.