As still as a volcano that lies dormant, as explosive as thunder that cracks the sky!
The truly enraged Jiang Dali perfectly exemplified what it ant to be a human pile driver on land, soone who could kick over a horse cart and run away carrying the horse.
The thirteen Grand Protectors of the Inner Palace, though any one of them was a top-tier expert in the Martial World, and together in their combined attack and Array, even the common experts of the Heavenly Human Realm wouldn’t be their match.
But in front of the real muscle tyrant, Jiang Dali...
If one really had to find an appropriate adjective for them...
It couldn’t be said that they were all too weak to withstand a single blow, only that they were all trash!
The twelfth breath!
With a loud bang and a crack!
Jiang Dali’s fists shot straight out, striking with force at the chest of the eleventh man.
A powerful force surged, and the opponent’s body was sent flying high into the air uncontrollably, crashing and breaking the bead curtains before colliding towards the Emperor, who was dodging with a shocked expression, only to be intercepted by seven Shadow Eunuchs who arrived just in ti.
"Protect the Emperor!!"
The last two sturdy n roared and charged out.
One of them landed a punch on Jiang Dali’s body, yet it was like an ant shaking a tree, ineffectual, while the man was solidly hit by a palm in return, blood spurting wildly, his chest caving in, almost splitting his body in two.
The other had just charged out when Jiang Dali’s bowl-sized fist, carrying a thick wave of energy, struck him squarely.
With a trendous boom!
This man’s eyes bulged with pain as he was lifted into the air, blood spurting from all orifices, flying out limp as a rag doll.
"You dog Emperor! Your life is mine!!"
Jiang Dali pointed at the Emperor of Ming, his body charging forward with roiling waves of energy, his figure a blur as he rushed over.
Bai Yujing frowned, about to take action, but Ye Gucheng’s figure had already stepped forward, conveniently blocking his path, a faint, cold smile hanging at the corner of his mouth.
"Eunuch! Protect the Emperor!!"
All seven Shadow Eunuchs let out a simultaneous shout, their faces suddenly turning crimson as blood, their whole aura seeming to form so bizarre connection. With a collective cry, their pores burst forth blood fog as they pounced toward Jiang Dali.
In that mont of attack, the entire Fengtian Hall was filled with a pungent, filthy blood scent that blanketed the air.
The charging Jiang Dali felt a spiritual tremor, his abundant strength mysteriously weakened, his vision darkened, and all kinds of negative sensations such as nausea surged up, even the Vajra Invulnerability Divine Skill couldn’t completely exempt him from these effects.
"The Holy Dynasty’s Blood Transformation Divine Skill!?"
Ye Gucheng and Bai Yujing’s expressions changed simultaneously. They both unfolded their movents, stepping backward to avoid the bloody, filthy energy, while both feeling pity for Jiang Dali caught amidst it.
No one expected that the Emperor had so many formidable experts guarding him.
Not to ntion the old eunuch with the astonishing strength.
Even the Array ford by the thirteen Grand Protectors was comparable to the combat prowess of elite Heavenly Human Realm experts.
If it weren’t for a fierce person like Jiang Dali, ordinary Heavenly Human Realm experts wouldn’t have the skill to easily kill any of the thirteen solid Qi-Blood Grand Protectors.
Unable to kill with one strike would lead to being trapped within the Array, battling bitterly until eventually being worn down to death.
But the thirteen Grand Protectors weren’t even the most ruthless; there were also seven Dead Eunuchs who had learned the Blood Transformation Divine Skill.
The nefarious and insidious Blood Transformation Divine Skill, rumored to originate from the Blood Transformation Divine Venerable of the Holy Dynasty.
But apart from the Divine Venerable and his direct blood descendants, anyone else who learned this skill would drastically shorten their lifespan and would turn into a pool of highly poisonous blood water upon using the skill, inevitably leading to their own death.
Hence, for anyone, this was a suicidal Martial Arts skill, and aside from the insane disciples of Blood Transformation Divine Venerable, no one dared to learn it.
However, the prowess of this Divine Skill was very terrifying within the Martial World, and many top-notch experts had died under its power. Almost anyone who ca into contact with it was bound to die without exception.
But while Ye Gucheng and Bai Yujing were retreating in shock...
The billowing blood fog maintained its human form and did not collapse.
Suddenly, a blinding golden light accompanied by the deafening sound of an Ancient Bell’s resonance erupted.
Clang!—!
The blood fog suddenly "whooshed" open, bursting apart.
A majestic figure enshrouded within a gigantic Golden Bell stood proudly like a Demon God, his eyes like bottomless abysses, shimring with a cold black light, like a demon that had erged from Hell, standing silently, but the montum and killing intent he radiated could make one shudder without feeling cold.
"He was hit by the Blood Transformation Divine Skill and yet unhard?"
Ye Gucheng and Bai Yujing both changed their expressions slightly.
"Kill!!"
Jiang Dali roared fiercely, and as he stepped, the stone tiles turned to powder, his formidable montum charging straight at the Emperor of Ming who had hidden behind a folding screen.
He grasped fiercely!
A gray-black, Dragon-shaped Energy suddenly swept out carrying a destructive force.
In an instant, the folding screen violently shook and curled up, and the Emperor of Ming scread out in fear as he was lifted off the ground by the Absorption Force, frantically flying towards Jiang Dali’s robust palm.
Crack!!—
Jiang Dali’s sturdy palm directly split the folding screen open.
Like a Dragon Claw, he fiercely clutched toward the neck of the Emperor of Ming.
Before even making full contact, a formidable True Qi from inside the Emperor was sucked out, shooting straight into Jiang Dali’s palm.
"Huh!? The Emperor of Ming actually possesses Martial Arts!"
Jiang Dali looked surprised and about to lock onto the opponent’s throat, when his highly sensitive hearing detected the faint sound of sothing cutting through the air. He instantly beca alert and "ting-a-ling" sounds erupted along with sparks on his palm.
Three needles!
The force contained within these three tiny silver needles was nearly imnse as a thousand catties!
It made Jiang Dali’s palm shift slightly, grazing the head of the Emperor of Ming, instantly tearing a large swath of hair and scalp with a ripping sound, blood pouring forth.
"Ah!!"
The Emperor of Ming scread in agony, his head violently jerked backward under the enormous absorption force, and a strange, profound yellow aura accompanied by fresh blood was suddenly sucked into Jiang Dali’s palm.
"Hmm?!"
Jiang Dali felt a sudden warmth throughout his body, as if a divine and strange aura had entered him, but upon closer inspection, it seed like nothing at all.
"Stop!!"
A sharp cry accompanied by a fierce and unmatched gust abruptly attacked him.
"Hmph!"
Jiang Dali had long been ready for combat; a glint of near-madness sparkled in his pitch-black eyes as he raised his right hand, abruptly twisting his waist and leaning sideways, furiously striking out with his right arm.
All the montum gathered earlier, combined with the myriad destructive auras within him, as well as the Nine Mysterious Great thod and the Undying Seal Technique, exploded violently!
Nine-layered Furious Slap!
In a wild and resounding burst of sound, the power that had been building up inside, like a volcano that had never erupted for countless years, was ferociously vented.
The figure of the old eunuch—who emitted a masculine aura and had a shadow-like presence—let out a wild cry of alarm; his expression changed rapidly. Intuitively knowing he couldn’t withstand a direct confrontation and with the likelihood of dropping half a life even if he didn’t die, he didn’t say another word. His aura flickered for an instant, becoming yin and soft, and he suddenly arched back to avoid the attack.
His arching back brought forth a series of successive movent technique illusions, as if his body had no weight at all, seemingly even more fearso than Shi Zhixuan’s Illusion Demon Body Technique and even faster than Dongfang Bubai’s speed.
This retreat didn’t look like fleeing from the sharp edge, but rather it appeared as accumulating power; the more he retreated, the stronger the sensation of Yin Yang Balance beca.
But the life and death state power that Jiang Dali had entered was like a raging sea, with an unstoppable force.
The old eunuch retreated as lightly as the wind passes clouds.
But he pressed forward fiercely as if plunging into the dragon’s lair.
One retreated, one advanced.
The entire Fengtian Hall shook violently under the steps of Jiang Dali, like a giant elephant stomping, the ground trembling and bursting, creating deep pits with flying dust and stones filling the air.
The old eunuch retreated, gathering his force.
Jiang Dali advanced, also gathering his force.
Whether it was the Undying Seal Technique, the Outer Lion Seal, or the Nine Mysterious Great thod and the Dragon Subduing Twenty-Eight Palm, Jiang Dali had an overwhelming array of thods to bolster his montum and power.
His fists followed like shadows, and his montum swelled even more.
Both of them were nearly pushing their abilities to the limit, each feeling the clash of spirits.
Ti seed to freeze at that mont.
The old eunuch’s eyes revealed an inconceivable brilliance, compared to the last ti he had fought with Jiang Dali.
Jiang Dali now gave him a feeling far more dangerous and terrifying than before.
Even if this feeling was just a montary surge and might not last long.
But he knew very well that, however long Jiang Dali could withstand, he could surely land a punch on him before that endurance expired.
So now he could no longer afford to give his opponent the chance to gather power—he had to strike!
"Ah!!"
He suddenly opened his mouth, and from within, a short needle red as blood shot out, aiming directly for Jiang Dali’s right eye.
Almost at the sa ti, his face, which had previously looked middle-aged, strangely began to transition towards youth, his skin instantly turning tender and flushed with a youthful glow.
An aura of masculinity, identical to the one before, burst forth from his body, blending with the soft aura enveloping him.
His hands unleashed a series of afterimages!
A fierce and a soft energy burst forth with nearly six Zhang’s worth of Heaven and Earth Power amidst the palm forces, shaking the air as if creating dual Qi Walls that, along with the blood needle, bore down on Jiang Dali.
All this seed slow, yet it was actually as swift as a startling thunderbolt streaking across the sky from east to west.
Jiang Dali only had ti to close his right eye, staring hard at the old eunuch with his left eye like a searchlight, and released the pent-up power of his right palm with the montum of the Double Monunt Breaking, followed swiftly by the montum of the third palm.
Boom!!
A terrifying whirl of energy erupted, engulfing clouds and fog!
A wild and trendous True Qi suddenly boiled within Jiang Dali’s blood.
At that mont, he felt a piercing pain in his right eye as blood splattered across his face.
But the pain did not affect him in his ruthless state; his disheveled black hair stood on end like spikes, his right palm colliding instantly with the old eunuch’s incoming Iron Palm.
Bang!
The collision exploded with a resonance as if it reverberated through the clouds.
A circular shockwave burst forth at the instant of contact between their palms.
The ground beneath their feet seed to be torn apart by two invisible hands at both ends, cracking open a huge chasm.
"Uh ah!—Power!!"
Jiang Dali roared, absorbing all the two Zhang’s worth of Heaven and Earth Power and rging it into himself, feeling as though his Dantian was about to burst open, his sole eye shooting out a rciless and unrestrained brilliance— the third palm slamd onto the old eunuch’s slowly approaching soft palm, whose face was filled with shock!!
An intense spiritual impact.
In the eyes of the baffled and disbelieving old eunuch, it seed as if the world had vanished, leaving only Jiang Dali’s deathly palm.
The power of this palm was no longer just a physical strength but had escalated to a spiritual level, capable of completely destroying a person’s spirit and crushing their will!
The two palms collided in an instant!!!
Who was stronger?
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