Chapter 117

The Taoist stood amidst the ruins, the sky seemingly silenced for a moment, the rolling thunder and rampant dragon roars all dimming down.

Where he stood, the remaining light in the world seemed to converge upon him.

Easily attracting everyone's attention.

"Wang Quan Taoist!"

On the viewing platform, Liu Yanchang's pupils shrank as he recognized the person.

He was stronger than before, able to withstand the might of a Celestial weapon, the Dragon King Armor.

"Wang Quan Taoist? It's him?"

"He really came?!"

"The number one in the world, Wang Quan Taoist!"

The Jinyi Wei, the Six Doors, and even some soldiers were in an uproar. Many of them had personally witnessed An Qisheng's slaying of Cao Tiangang and his display of power on the walls of Fengdu City.

They also knew that he had defeated Pang Wanyang and become the true number one in the world.

Now, seeing him withstand the power of a Celestial weapon, they were shocked but also felt it was only natural.

If anyone in the world could contend against a Celestial weapon, it could only be him.

"Wang Quan Taoist..."

Watching An Qisheng save Han Changgong, Feng Wang breathed a sigh of relief, but also felt a rising sense of dread.

This Wang Quan Taoist entered and exited the palace as if it were nothing. It was true that the royal city was in chaos at the moment, but even with his divine sense, he couldn't detect the Taoist's presence, which showed that his martial arts had reached a transcendent level.

Aowu~

Dragon roars echoed in the sky.

The crimson golden dragon swam amidst the dark clouds, dancing with electric serpents, staring menacingly at the Taoist on the ground, seemingly sensing a threat.

"Taoist Master... it really is you..."

Han Changgong looked at An Qisheng, a bitter smile appearing on his pale face.

An Qisheng's robes fluttered in the wind.

He took a deep look at the crimson golden dragon coiling amidst the thunder in the sky.

In his perception, this crimson golden dragon-shaped armor, seemed like gold and iron, yet not quite, seemed substantial and yet not, seemed illusory and yet real, like qi and like spirit.

It was a step further than the divine weapons of the divine veins, a truly wondrous existence that could transform between divine energy and matter.

One could call it illusory, or one could say it was real, saying it was made of gold and iron, flesh and blood, true qi, or divine will were all correct.

It was a divine weapon, a martial art, and even more like a manifestation of the Celestial Da Dao.

Even he couldn't help but be amazed by the wonder of this existence.

With a thought, his gaze fell, looking at Han Changgong's ashen face, his tone indifferent:

"Others dying is their own business, but someone like you who can drag millions of soldiers and civilians to their deaths, is unprecedented.

Han Changgong, you are indeed extraordinary..."

Han Changgong's face was pale, and he had nothing to say at this point.

Hearing this, he could only force a bitter smile:

"The sin is mine, what crime have the people committed? Taoist Master is chivalrous, please save these innocent people..."

He was not familiar with An Qisheng.

But as he stood here, his heart calmed down for some reason. It seemed that as long as this Taoist was here, everything would be alright.

"Since you are guilty, dying is not a great responsibility."

An Qisheng stepped forward and gently patted Han Changgong's shoulder:

"You must live, as for the rest,

Leave it to me!"

Boom!

As he moved, amidst the rampant thunderclouds, the crimson golden dragon moved at the same time, suddenly diving down from the long dragon cloud sea.

It descended with the terrifying power of ten thousand thunderbolts exploding!

Divine Dragon Grasps!

There were countless martial arts techniques that controlled the world in one's palm, eagle claws, tiger claws, dragon claws, and so on, were innumerable, however, no palm or claw technique had the terrifying power of this one grasp!

The air in mid-air was torn apart completely, with wind and thunder accompanying it for dozens of miles around. Countless heaven and earth spiritual qi was drawn in, turning into endless flames, and the light instantly illuminated the entire royal city.

The airflow exploded within it, and lightning serpents leaped between the dragon claws.

It was as if everything in the void was grasped in its claws!

The terror of its power caused everyone in the entire royal city to feel a sourness in their hearts, as if their hearts were being clenched by the dragon claws.

Many people, even though they knew it was not aimed at them, couldn't help but scatter and flee.

Only wanting to get as far away from the battle as possible.

"For a weapon to reach this level, it is indeed remarkable..."

Looking at it, An Qisheng couldn't help but sigh softly in admiration.

After sitting in meditation in Mozhou for many days, he had completely digested what he had gained from the battle with Pang Wanyang. Although his martial arts were not likely to undergo earth-shattering changes, it had deepened his understanding of martial arts.

He did not know how strong a Celestial was, nor did he know how strong a weapon master was.

But he knew how strong he was.

In this world, I am invincible!

If it was a true weapon master, that would be one thing, but this was just the Dragon King Armor influenced by the divine will of an old eunuch, only possessing instinct. What did he have to fear?

Even as his voice lingered.

He was already in mid-air, and his hunting robe fluttered wildly. His arm suddenly rose, facing the sky, meeting the diving claws of the divine dragon!

This was an absolutely disproportionate collision.

The dragon claws descended, accompanied by wind and thunder, and every scale on the dragon claws was surrounded by golden light that seemed to boil like magma, its size reaching over a mile.

And An Qisheng, his figure was neither tall nor short, not particularly thin nor particularly large, his entire body was less than a thousandth the size of the dragon claws.

The palm he lightly pushed out seemed to lack even the strength to slap someone's face.

But as he raised his hand, his divine will surged and soared, stirring the omnipresent heaven and earth spiritual qi.

A Taiji diagram with crisscrossing lines was born, and as black and white flowed, it was actually much larger than the dragon claws.

The gap between reality and illusion made everyone who saw this scene feel sick to their stomachs.

The movements of the one man and one dragon seemed extremely slow, but in reality, they were extremely fast.

An Qisheng's soft sigh was still echoing in the sky when an earth-shattering collision exploded in mid-air!

Rumble!

It was as if the most dazzling fireworks suddenly erupted in the sky, and even the dark Fengdu City was lit up!!

Ripples spread through the void, and the tangible force was like thousands of ferocious beasts stomping forward, and the surging air waves spread hundreds of feet and then thousands of feet!

The rising clouds and air waves almost obscured the omnipresent sea of thunderclouds above the dome of the sky.

The terrifying sound waves swept through the royal city.

Within hundreds of feet, the most violent hurricane in the world was stirred up.

In an instant, Han Changgong staggered, and the fleeing soldiers were blown over like scarecrows, rolling continuously.

The soldiers who could guard the royal city were all elites, small experts who could be generals in the army.

Each of them possessed extraordinary martial arts skills, and they were usually enemies of ten or dozens of people, but at this time, they couldn't even withstand the aftermath of this collision.

Catastrophe!

Catastrophe!

This collision far exceeded the previous one, like the sky collapsing!

Bang!

In one collision, An Qisheng's bones and muscles crackled all over his body, and the force he unloaded caused constant ripples in the hundred-zhang sky behind him, all the way to the ground.

The earth rolled, soil and rocks splashed, the hard stone slabs shattered into powder almost instantly, and the terrifying force continued to spread, and the earth rolled like waves wherever it passed.

"Good!"

With a breath of turbid air, An Qisheng's spinal cord shook, and the large tendons all over his body tightened, bursting out with majestic power.

Accompanied by the bursting of strong light, his figure leaped up, pulling out the afterimage left after the violent burning in the surging gang wind, and rushed straight to the crimson golden dragon winding hundreds of feet above the clouds!

Boom!

Boom!

Under the rolling thunderclouds, An Qisheng's figure was like a dragon, and between his fists and palms, all the essence of various San Shou flowed out, colliding with the crimson golden dragon that was swimming in the thunderclouds, sometimes diving, sometimes soaring, sometimes probing with its claws, and sometimes wagging its tail.

In one collision, An Qisheng knew that he was wrong.

Celestial weapons were the Da Dao left by the Celestials, and they also contained the wisdom, martial arts, and combat experience of past weapon masters.

Even if it was currently without a master, and the divine will of the old eunuch could not affect the overall situation, its combat instinct was still extremely terrifying. Each claw and tail, each impact and lift, was all exquisitely perfect!

Even if An Qisheng cultivated day and night in his dreams, accumulating extremely rich combat experience, he could not gain the slightest advantage in a simple collision.

What's more, this Dragon King Armor was a divine weapon in itself, and its toughness far exceeded all materials in the world.

Even if An Qisheng's physique was unparalleled, it was impossible for him to suppress it with strength alone!

Therefore, the one man and one dragon fell into a brief entanglement.

For a time, the world was full of scattered streamers, air currents and thunder and fire danced together, and the originally cold world seemed to have waves of heat spreading.

The royal city was even more chaotic.

The aftermath of the battle spread hundreds of feet, affecting the earth.

I don't know how many buildings were collapsed and shattered by the sound waves and air currents, rockeries, pavilions, and even artificial lakes, were all affected by the force, and turned upside down!

The power was indescribable for a time.

This was a collision between man and divine weapon, a collision between the number one master in the world and a Celestial weapon!

Liu Yanchang, Han Changgong, Yu Tian, Zhu Zhengqing, Gan Cang and other masters were all attracted by this battle, and they forgot themselves for a moment.

Except for Feng Wang.

Feng Wang's face was extremely ugly.

Looking at the dazzling fireworks, the Taoist who collided with the Dragon King Armor like a god and a demon in the rolling thunderclouds, his scalp exploded as if it were being electrocuted.

Under nearly two hundred years of refinement, the Dragon King Armor had recovered most of its power. Under the blood sacrifice of Granny Gui, a Supreme Grandmaster of the Taiyin who had lived for two hundred years, it was certainly impossible to exert the power in the hands of a peak weapon master.

But it had far exceeded the limit of the divine veins. This Wang Quan Taoist was actually so powerful?

Under the state of blood sacrifice, Granny Gui's divine will could only barely control the Dragon King Armor. Only by truly experiencing the refinement of the Da Feng national fortune, could his divine will completely replace the divine weapon's will and recognize himself as its master.

Before that, he could only watch this battle, unable to intervene at all.

Unless he himself...

He looked at Fengdu City, which was looming under the thunderclouds, and a deep struggle appeared on his face.

But as he watched the battle in the sky intensify, and the dragon's roar became more and more urgent.

The struggle on his face slowly disappeared, and finally, it turned into a deep indifference and coldness:

"Why do you force me..."