Chapter 82

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The long sword in Murong Fu's hand was a divine weapon, extremely sharp. As he thrust it out, the white sword glow collided with Wang Yue's palm, and a powerful energy wave rippled out like water ripples.

"Retreat!" Xiao Feng led Ajoo, Azhi, and Yelü Hongji to step back.

"Repentance of the Dragon!" Xiao Feng unleashed a palm strike from the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms to counter the aftershock of Wang Yue and Murong Fu's battle.

Wang Yue and Murong Fu were both pushed back by the other's powerful force. This time, both used their full strength, and the battle was evenly matched.

Wang Yue looked at his slightly aching arm and saw a very fine sword mark on it, with blood beads seeping out from the wound.

Wang Yue circulated his qi and blood, sealing the blood vessels, and the wound immediately stopped bleeding. This was a wound inflicted by Murong Fu's sword glow.

Murong Fu also wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, looked at Wang Yue, and said with a smile, "Wang Yue, how about it? My sword skills are pretty good now, right? In the past, I never managed to hurt you, but now you've been injured by my sword glow. Seeing you bleed really excites me. Haha..."

Wang Yue shook his head and laughed, "Murong Fu, you're gloating. Wait until you defeat me before you laugh. But I think the one who will laugh last is definitely not you."

"Again!"

Wang Yue's aura changed, becoming even heavier, as if a war god had descended.

"Boom!" Wang Yue transformed into a blood-red streak of light and charged at Murong Fu.

This time, Wang Yue did not use the "Heaven-Turning Seal."

The "Heaven-Turning Seal" was Wang Yue's most powerful killing move, but if this move couldn't kill Murong Fu, he had to change his strategy.

Wang Yue's qi and blood were powerful, circulating in his body like a blood dragon, providing him with a continuous supply of combat energy.

The endurance of internal martial arts was quite formidable. With Wang Yue's cultivation, even if he fought for three days and three nights, he wouldn't feel tired.

Murong Fu's true essence was powerful, but it was consumed very quickly, and it was not easy to recover.

Wang Yue planned to fight a protracted battle.

Wang Yue was proficient in both Daoist and Buddhist martial arts, using the true essence of the Lesser Non-Form Technique as a foundation to simulate and execute advanced techniques, which were no less powerful than the original versions, and even more potent.

"Pranja Palm!"

"Mountains Breaking Plum Hand!"

"Six Yang Palms of Mount Tian Shan!"

"Non-Form Seizing Finger!"

"Shadowless Wind Leg!"

"Wang Yue, even if you can use the martial arts of a hundred schools, it's useless!" Murong Fu laughed loudly, "I also learned many martial arts in the past, but later I realized that these martial arts are all useless. To be invincible in the world, mastering one martial art is enough. You are now just walking down my old path, so you are destined to lose! No matter how your moves change, I will break them with one sword!"

"Hmph!" Wang Yue coldly snorted and did not speak, but attacked fiercely.

Warriors at Wang Yue's level of cultivation had very firm minds and would not be swayed by a few words from the enemy.

Wang Yue had his own intentions in using these martial arts against the enemy. He did not intend to defeat Murong Fu with these martial arts moves; he was just trying to consume Murong Fu's true essence.

"With a sword in hand, the world is mine!"

Murong Fu's sword glow suddenly intensified, "Wang Yue, how can you defeat me? You will die under my sword today!"

Murong Fu's sword technique became simpler and simpler, eventually condensing into one move.

Attack!

Fierce attack.

Murong Fu pushed his sword technique to the extreme, even surpassing Yelü Qiyun.

Murong Fu's sword technique was on par with Liu Qing, though slightly inferior, he could make up for it with strength.

Murong Fu's strength was greater than Liu Qing's.

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On the city wall of Yanmen Pass, Liu Qing watched the two battle and said, "These two are martial arts geniuses, their strength has already surpassed mine. If they could serve our Song Dynasty, it would be powerful indeed. Alas, alas."

Liu Qing had mental energy, so he could see the battle between Wang Yue and Murong Fu clearly. However, Li Qiushui and others, whose cultivation was a level lower, could only see the energy released from the battle and hear the loud sounds.

The heroes were all quite tense, but also somewhat relieved. As long as the battle continued, it meant Wang Yue had not been defeated. If the battle ended, they would truly worry, not knowing who would win.

Wang Yuyan was the most heartbroken. Murong Fu was her cousin, and Wang Yue was her husband. These two were her loved ones, but now they were fighting each other.

Li Qiushui patted Wang Yuyan's shoulder and comforted her, "Yuyan, don't worry, it's fine. Just wait here for news."

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"Heaven-Turning Seal!"

Wang Yue suddenly roared.

Murong Fu knew the power of the Heaven-Turning Seal. Even with his powerful sword technique, he had to be cautious when facing the Heaven-Turning Seal. After all, such a powerful attack could result in serious injury if not handled carefully.

The sword glow on Murong Fu's long sword surged wildly, trying to resist Wang Yue's palm seal.

"Hmm?" Murong Fu thought, "Wang Yue is tricking me. He's not using the Heaven-Turning Seal at all."

Wang Yue's lips curled into a sinister smile, "Crushing Fist!"

The fist was like a giant hammer of the thunder god smashing down.

This punch seemed to devour the surrounding light, turning everything within a ten-foot radius pitch black.

The Crushing Fist was like an arrow, the fastest, so fast that Murong Fu couldn't react in time.

"Such powerful hidden force!"

Murong Fu abandoned his sword defense and struck with a palm, colliding with Wang Yue's "Crushing Fist."

Murong Fu was very familiar with the hidden force of internal martial arts. He was also a practitioner of internal martial arts and had reached the peak of hidden force.

The hidden force in Wang Yue's Crushing Fist could destroy everything.

"Boom!"

Murong Fu was blasted away, crashing into a boulder with a loud thud.

Wang Yue floated down from the air, standing at the edge of the cliff, looking at Murong Fu without the slightest relaxation. Murong Fu's strength was no less than his own, and defeating him was very difficult. Wang Yue's Crushing Fist was powerful, and the hidden force explosion had injured Murong Fu's qi and blood, but it did not render Murong Fu unable to fight.

"Boom!"

The powerful true essence shattered the rocks, and Murong Fu emerged from a large cave.

Murong Fu looked somewhat disheveled, with torn clothes and disheveled hair.

"Murong Fu, how was that move? Not bad, right?" Wang Yue laughed.

Murong Fu coldly said, "Not bad, very powerful. The hidden force of a Dan Essence practitioner is truly formidable. My qi and blood and true essence were almost shattered by you. I won't let you trick me again."

Wang Yue laughed coldly, "Is that so? Murong Fu, from the energy fluctuations in your body, your true essence has been consumed quite a bit. I wonder how much true essence you have left to consume?"

"Die!"

Wang Yue stomped the ground, and the entire cliff edge collapsed, falling into the deep valley. Wang Yue shot towards Murong Fu like a cannonball.

Wang Yue decided to finish Murong Fu in one go, not giving him a chance to catch his breath. He wanted to make Murong Fu consume his true essence wildly.

"Shifting Stars and Moving Constellations!"

Murong Fu used the Murong family's ultimate technique, "Shifting Stars and Moving Constellations."

Wang Yue was now using the Lesser Non-Form Technique, and the true essence energy could naturally be returned to the attacker with "Shifting Stars and Moving Constellations"!

Just as Wang Yue was about to withdraw his palm, Murong Fu suddenly shouted, "Northern Mystic Art!"

"Boom!"

Murong Fu's palm met Wang Yue's palm, and Wang Yue immediately felt a huge suction force from Murong Fu's palm, making the true essence in his dantian stir uncontrollably.

"Wang Yue, you're dead!" Murong Fu laughed maniacally, "The true essence of a Dan Essence practitioner is even purer than the true essence of the Wolf God, and it's also the attributeless true essence of the Lesser Non-Form Technique. I will gladly accept your powerful true essence. Absorbing your true essence, my power will not only be fully restored but may even reach a new level!"

Wang Yue's face changed slightly. The Northern Mystic Art was truly strange. Once absorbed, it was hard to break free.

The light in Wang Yue's eyes flickered and disappeared, and he laughed, "Murong Fu, your internal martial arts are only at the peak of hidden force. Although your body strength is two to three times that of an ordinary warrior, you not only absorbed the Wolf God's power but also want my energy. Aren't you afraid of bursting? I, Wang Yue, will take a gamble today and see how much true essence energy your body can withstand. If you can fully accept my true essence energy and control it, then I will admit defeat."

"You want my true essence, I'll give it to you!" Wang Yue urged his true essence, and the energy in his dantian surged wildly into Murong Fu.

"Too strong!" Murong Fu's face changed, "This energy is too powerful."

Wang Yue's energy poured in, and Murong Fu's meridians and dantian felt a painful pressure, as if they were about to burst.

After absorbing only half of Wang Yue's true essence, Murong Fu could no longer bear it.

"I've reached my limit!" Murong Fu thought anxiously, "Withdraw the palm!"

Murong Fu circulated his true essence and forcibly withdrew his palm!

"Boom!"

A loud explosion echoed, and Murong Fu finally separated his palm from Wang Yue.

"Heaven-Turning Seal!"

Wang Yue roared and used his full strength to unleash the killing move!

Wang Yue's palm seal pressed against Murong Fu's dantian, and a powerful force attacked Murong Fu's dantian.

To make Murong Fu lose his combat ability, he had to destroy his dantian.

"Boom!"

Everyone heard a loud thud. Although Murong Fu had true essence protection, he was still severely injured by Wang Yue.

A large pit appeared on the ground, and Murong Fu was blasted into the pit.

Wang Yue looked at Murong Fu and said coldly, "Murong Fu, you lost. Your true essence is not cultivated by you, although it is powerful, you cannot perfectly control it. If you could perfectly control your true essence, with your sword technique cultivation, the outcome of our battle would be a fifty-fifty chance. What a pity. I've always said that the Northern Mystic Art is not invincible and has flaws. Otherwise, I would have cultivated it. Don't think that only you know the Northern Mystic Art. If you could become a grandmaster by absorbing true essence, wouldn't the world be full of grandmasters?"

Murong Fu's dantian was destroyed, and his true essence began to go wild. Even if Wang Yue did not attack, Murong Fu would die from the wild true essence, leaving no trace.

"Murong Fu, you have the power of a grandmaster but lack the realm of a grandmaster. It's like a child wielding a large hammer, only hurting himself. Accept your fate! Those who cultivate the Northern Mystic Art rarely have a good end. Xianzi and Wuyazi both died tragically. Do you think you, Murong Fu, will be an exception? Haha..."

Wang Yue had read the Northern Mystic Art and had a deep understanding of it, knowing its flaws. If the Northern Mystic Art were truly so powerful and invincible, Wang Yue would have cultivated it instead of the Lesser Non-Form Technique.

"Wang Yue!"

Murong Fu shouted in anger, "Why do you oppose me? The Murong family was destroyed by you. Today, even if I die, I will drag you to hell with me!"

Murong Fu charged at Wang Yue, trying to take him down with him.

Wang Yue stepped in the Yu step, evading Murong Fu, and laughed, "Self-destruct? Li Xuan's self-destruction caught me off guard and injured me. Do you think I will let self-destruction hurt me again? What a joke."

Murong Fu laughed maniacally, "Wang Yue, you must die with me. If you run away, I will go to Yanmen Pass, where your wife is. Will you die, or will they die? You choose!"

Wang Yue's face changed, and he said angrily, "You dare to harm them? You're asking for death! Watch me stop you!"

"Burn the qi and blood!"

Wang Yue's qi and blood emitted a fierce flame, as if burning the entire sky.

Burning the qi and blood would lead to qi and blood exhaustion. Burning one-third of the qi and blood would render one's martial arts useless, burning half would rapidly age one, and burning all would be fatal.

To prevent Wang Yuyan and Abi from being harmed, Wang Yue immediately burned all his qi and blood to block the energy from Murong Fu's self-destruction.

"Die, Wang Yue." Murong Fu roared and then his entire true essence exploded, causing a deafening explosion.

"Protective Shield!"

Wang Yue expanded a blood-red aura shield.

The aura shield was very large, with a diameter exceeding a hundred meters, and even those at Yanmen Pass could see a huge red sphere.

"Boom!"

The air within a three-kilometer radius was compressed towards the center and then exploded, the powerful energy tearing through Wang Yue's aura shield and blowing him away.

When the dust settled, a deep, bottomless pit appeared on the ground.

Wang Yue stood at the edge of the cliff, closed his eyes, and stopped breathing. His black hair quickly turned snow white.

"Wang Yue brother." Xiao Feng looked at Wang Yue in shock and shouted loudly.

Liu Qing sighed and said, "The battle is over, Murong Fu is dead. Wang Yue..."

Wang Yuyan asked anxiously, "How is Yue? Tell me quickly?"

Liu Qing sighed, "You should go and see for yourselves."

Li Qiushui led Wang Yuyan and Abi directly jumped off the city wall and rushed to the cliff edge. Xuzhu and Duan Yu did the same, jumping off the city wall.

"Whoosh..."

Just as Wang Yuyan and Abi reached the cliff edge, a gust of wind blew, and Wang Yue's body suddenly fell, dropping into the bottomless cliff.

"Yue!" Wang Yuyan cried out, tears streaming down her face.

"Wang Yue brother!" Abi stretched out her hand, trying to catch Wang Yue, but his figure quickly disappeared into the bottomless cliff.

Li Qiushui sighed, looking at the cliff, "Wang Yue... rest assured, I will teach all the internal martial arts to your son, making him as powerful as you, a Dan Essence practitioner, and a grandmaster!"

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The end of the Heavenly Dragon volume.

In the next volume, we will follow the protagonist into the world of "The Smiling, Proud Wanderer."

"The world's storms arise from our generation, once we enter the rivers and lakes, time will urge us on..."

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