Chapter 273 – Discussing the Dao at Wuji Three Elders Peak (Three)

“My first palm strike embodies Heavenly Qian, the second Earthly Kun, and the third represents the Human Realm. As for this final strike… you are not yet worthy to witness it,” the black-robed man spoke indifferently.

Yet upon hearing these words, Ye Kuang violently coughed up a mouthful of blood.

What exactly had transpired to cause this scene?

Ye Kuang couldn’t help but recall the previous exchange of three palm strikes.

When the first palm, “Heavenly Qian,” descended, it carried the vastness of heaven and earth, severing the paths of wanderers while sparing those upon the river. Though appearing to leave lives hanging by a thread, it actually concealed lethal intent beneath the surface.

In response, Ye Kuang merged his two Ultimate Techniques—the Horizontal Refinement Secret Method and the Eight-Nine Fist Strength—erupting with “Myriad Tribulations Undying, Earth-Shattering Shock!”

The tremendous counterforce generated by this collision indiscriminately attacked everything around them, instantly causing the ground beneath his feet to crumble and fissures to spread.

Even the bones in his arms ached sharply from the impact, as if they might fracture at any moment.

Just as Ye Kuang gradually entered his frenzied state, the elusive second palm strike, “Earthly Kun,” arrived without warning.

At that moment, the chaotic clamor around them abruptly ceased, and the surrounding crowd fell into an inexplicable silence.

Their exchanged glances conveyed identical thoughts.

They wished to express their shock, yet found no words. They wanted to manifest their terror through the tense atmosphere, but couldn’t summon any emotion.

The mere concept of “Sole Supremacy” perfectly encapsulated the Black-Robed Venerable’s supreme mastery, subtly influencing the emotional fluctuations of everyone present.

It demonstrated both the loneliness of standing at the pinnacle and the declaration that should heaven and earth be overturned, he alone could reverse the tides.

Facing the incoming attack, Ye Kuang exhaustively deployed his lifelong mastery “Fish Leaps from Abyss” to counter!

Unexpectedly, the area within several dozen zhang erupted once more. The explosive shockwaves stirred up clouds of dust that obscured everyone’s vision.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Ye Kuang could only roar in fury, dispersing the dust dragons flying before him. He spat three zhang of blood, his entire person appearing on the verge of bursting with rage.

At that moment, he was sent flying dozens of zhang through the air, nearly crashing into the sea of spectators.

Shockingly, the Black-Robed Venerable’s third palm strike, “Human Realm,” quietly followed close behind, clearly unwilling to give Ye Kuang any breathing room. Employing speed to counter speed, there was no room for idle talk.

Within this strike lay the unspoken question: who in the human realm could claim to be the strongest? His “Human Realm” palm embodied singular will.

It was a matter of life or death!

And all of this rested entirely on the black-robed man’s whim.

If the sovereign wills your survival, even death cannot claim you!

If the sovereign decrees your death, not even the King of Hell may refuse!

As for whether one would be severely wounded, Ye Kuang’s current condition served as proof.

Feeling this overwhelming pressure, he couldn’t help but tremble as he suddenly declared: “What exhilaration! This is the opponent I’ve dreamed of. The stronger the enemy, the more they can awaken my potential…”

One could say that only at this moment did he truly understand the meaning of “There are always greater masters beyond your master, and higher heavens above the heavens.”

Black-Robed Venerable: “I must admit, your tempered physical body is unlike any I’ve encountered in my lifetime.”

Then shifting his tone, the Guardian Venerable inevitably mocked: “But if you believe such skill alone can withstand my fourth palm strike, you’re nothing but a frog at the bottom of a well, blinded by your own arrogance.”Ye Kuang, upon hearing this, couldn’t help but let his wild hair dance and burst into mad laughter: “This junior has withstood your first three palm strikes—what’s one more?”

“Hahaha! Excellent! Truly a remarkable youth—so audacious! So untamed!”

“If one isn’t arrogant in youth, when else can they burn with fervor?” As he spoke, Ye Kuang’s entire body surged like coiling dragons, the erupting power sending him into a frenzied state.

The four centuries of cultivated energy surged forth, filling the air with roars of tigers and dragons.

It could be said that the moment he circulated his energy through his meridians, it resonated with heaven and earth.

The power of longevity, harmonizing with his movements, suddenly roared through his limbs and bones before pouring out without hesitation.

Roar! Roar! Roar!

The black-robed man: “Your strength is somewhat intriguing, but in the face of absolute power, all resistance is futile. Since you insist on seeking death… very well, this Venerable shall grant your wish.”

As his words faded, a thunderclap abruptly tore through the sky: “This fourth palm is called Life-Death!!!”

At the critical moment, Ye Kuang’s entire body radiated boundless golden light like a sacred Buddha, as though all his martial studies awakened with vitality, ready to challenge this formidable foe.

Fifth Layer: Universe Within Qi Gathering Art!

Jade Void Creation Art.

Eleventh Palm: Fish Leaps from Abyss.

Eight-Nine Fist Strength, Third Form.

Stone… Shatters… Heaven… Startles!

Little did anyone know, in the blink of an eye,

He merely threw a single explosive punch, and the rampant energy shockwave violently tore through the surrounding leaves and willow branches.

Before their eyes, only two streams of brilliant light collided silently in the world.

Hiss—BOOM!!!

But immediately after, ear-splitting thunder drowned all sounds as sweeping forces like raging dragons swept across the land.

In an instant, the ground between them seemed planted with countless explosives, detonating repeatedly.

With each surge of energy, endless muffled thunderclaps deafened the surroundings, Shocking Hundred Li.

Only then did the crowd belatedly realize the earth beneath their feet trembling violently.

A single glance revealed countless stunned gazes.

“Damnation! Is this the Tianshan North Sea Mental Cultivation Method?”

Just then, a furious roar pierced the sky.

As the echoes faded, the Guardian Venerable materialized soundlessly beyond the dust, bellowing angrily as he unleashed countless Cannon Blast fist strikes toward the sandstorm ahead.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The situation had escalated beyond everyone’s expectations.

The raging sand and stones swirled chaotically before being violently torn apart, revealing what lay within.

But where was Ye Kuang’s figure?

Only a scene of utter devastation remained—innumerable pits and craters, crisscrossed with dense fissures.

Meng Jiang: “Guards! Pursue him!”

Qin Zhuo: “Find him alive or dead.”

“No need to pursue,” the black-robed man interrupted coldly, barely concealing his weariness. “This Venerable already laid an inescapable net beforehand. That boy cannot escape.”

Lu Xiao: “The Guardian Venerable One’s divine skill dominates the world, peerless under heaven!”

As these words rang out, the morale soared, inevitably followed by howls and clamors filling the air.

“The Guardian Venerable One’s divine skill dominates the world, peerless under heaven!”

“The Guardian Venerable One’s divine skill dominates the world, peerless under heaven!”

“The Guardian Venerable One’s divine skill dominates the world, peerless under heaven!”