Su Lai watched the fight below with great enjoyment, exclaiming, "Good heavens, they're using their signature moves right from the start! What an explosion of resources."
Although Yu Daochen didn't say anything, his heart was also burning with excitement. He wondered how his Tian Gan Palm would fare against the Heavenly Master Sect's Five Thunder Palm and the Great Strength Vajra Palm of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple. Young men were full of vigor, and Yu Daochen was no exception. When encountering masters of the same generation, the urge to exchange a few blows was inevitable.
Below, as Liang Jing stabilized himself, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a stack of talismans, tossing them into the air. He then formed a strange hand seal and shouted, "Myriad Swords Return to Origin!" The talismans in the air suddenly ignited, transforming into dozens of golden, sword-like beams of light that floated behind Liang Jing.
On the viewing platform, Su Lai couldn't help but exclaim as he looked at the dozens of golden light swords behind Liang Jing, "Holy cow, those characteristics alone look awesome. His strength must be considerable." Yu Daochen couldn't help but feel a bit envious. What boy didn't have a dream of sword attacks? Yu Daochen was no exception.
Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at Liang Jing below and clicked his tongue dismissively, "It's just Myriad Swords Return to Origin, as if I can't do it." As soon as Zhang Xiaoqiang said this, Su Lai, the others, and Yu Daochen all turned to look at him.
"Brother Qiangzi, you can also do this Myriad Swords Return to Origin? How come I've never seen you use it?" Su Lai couldn't help but ask. They had known Zhang Xiaoqiang for so long, yet they had never seen him use this other divine skill of the Heavenly Master Sect.
Zhang Xiaoqiang wore a proud expression, his nose pointed high. "Of course. I am, after all, a true disciple of the Daoist Ling Ze. Naturally, I know Myriad Swords Return to Origin." Yu Daochen was also somewhat surprised. He knew that Qiangzi knew the Five Thunder Palm, although it was worlds apart from Liang Jing's Five Thunder Palm. But he didn't know that Qiangzi knew Myriad Swords Return to Origin.
Yu Daochen looked at the proud Zhang Xiaoqiang and said, "Alright, you've been hiding this well, boy. Even I didn't know. But how many swords can you control at once?" Zhang Xiaoqiang proudly raised a finger. Seeing Zhang Xiaoqiang's expression, Su Lai said, "Ten?" Zhang Xiaoqiang shook his head, his face full of pride, "One!"
Su Lai: "..." Da Hu: "..." Zhou Fu and the others: "..." Yu Daochen was also speechless. "Just one, and you're still showing off like this." Looking closely, Liang Jing had over thirty golden light swords behind him. Zhang Xiaoqiang glared at them indignantly, "Do you think this Myriad Swords Return to Origin is easy to cultivate? Among the young disciples of the sect, besides Senior Brother Liang, only I can use it."
Below, Liang Jing looked at Wang Ming opposite him and grinned, "Brother Wang, you should be careful of this Myriad Swords Return to Origin." Wang Ming's lips curled into his characteristic wicked smile, "Benefactor Liang, feel free to unleash it upon this humble monk." Seeing Wang Ming's confidence, Liang Jing waved his hand, and dozens of golden light swords thrust towards Wang Ming.
Myriad Swords Return to Origin was the most powerful divine skill of the Heavenly Master Sect, its might even surpassing the Five Thunder Palm. Wang Ming was indeed strong among the younger generation, but it wouldn't be easy for him to block dozens of these golden light swords at once.
Seeing the dozens of golden light swords flying towards him, Wang Ming didn't dodge. He stomped his foot on the ground and roared, "Golden Bell Shield!" Suddenly, a stream of golden energy transformed into an ancient bell, completely enveloping Wang Ming. The dozens of golden light swords collided with the bell formed by energy, emitting a rumbling sound. The ancient bell, like an impregnable fortress, repelled all the incoming golden light swords.
"The Golden Bell Shield, one of the Five Buddhist Absolute Techniques! It is indeed as domineering as the legends say. However, there is no shield in this world that is truly indestructible!" As soon as Liang Jing finished speaking, he controlled the repelled golden light swords to return and stab towards Wang Ming again. The frequency of the golden light swords' attacks increased. The rumbling sound echoed throughout the arena. The golden swords in the air grew dimmer, on the verge of dissipating into the air. Just as the golden light swords became almost transparent.
*Crack!*
The ancient bell condensed by Wang Ming shattered like glass. "What!" Wang Ming's expression changed. He immediately retreated, simultaneously condensing the Great Strength Vajra Palm and unleashing it, shattering the already transparent golden light swords.
"Good opportunity!" Liang Jing seized the moment, his body shooting forward like an arrow released from a bow towards Wang Ming. He condensed the Five Thunder Palm and struck towards Wang Ming's chest. Liang Jing was incredibly fast. Wang Ming, having just used the Great Strength Vajra Palm to shatter his golden light swords, had no time to condense it again. With his speed, he couldn't possibly dodge this palm strike. This match, it seemed, was his to win.
Just as Liang Jing believed his strike was inevitable, Wang Ming's lips curved upwards, and a golden light suddenly flashed in his eyes. Liang Jing, seeing Wang Ming's eyes, inwardly cried out, "Not good!" A blinding light suddenly appeared around them, forcing Liang Jing to close his eyes. While his eyes were closed, Liang Jing felt as if he had struck something. When the blinding light disappeared and he opened his eyes, Wang Ming had already been sent flying backward and crashed heavily onto the ground.