Uncle?
To be called "Uncle" by Lin Xian’s Yin Wuji, one must not be an ordinary person.
Firstly, he must be soone from the Reincarnation Realm.
Secondly, he must be a living person in the present world.
Only then could he make Yin Wuji’s expression change dramatically.
But seeing that slender and domineering figure standing in front of him, Yin Wuji could no longer care about anything else.
With even more violent force surrounding him, as the intent of his fist swept out, he beca like an arrow drawn on a bowstring.
He shot up fiercely along the grand outside wall of the Kan Transformation Gate.
"Even if you are my uncle, you still cannot stand in my way!"
Yin Wuji’s eyes blazed with fire, staring intently at that illusory figure, and he growled:
"Even if you are the elder I respect the most, I absolutely cannot stop beneath you!"
That was not all.
What Yin Wuji was thinking most in his mind at that mont was — he absolutely could not remain in fourth place, which would make him inferior to Yun Ze.
At least, at the very least — he had to stand in third place in the Fist Dao!
However, facing that incredibly powerful punch, the tall and straight phantom rely extended a single finger.
"The Tyrannical Fist is not just about the punch itself, but also about your own heart and spirit."
"If you don’t understand even this much, I don’t know which descendant of the Reincarnation Realm you are."
Sighing as he spoke, the figure gently pointed with that finger, pointing at the strongest point of Yin Wuji’s Fist Dao.
"Where you exert the most force is also the weakest point. Just break this spot, and your punch becos as fragile as glass."
The voice was consistently calm, yet effortlessly shattered Yin Wuji’s punch, stopping him at the fourth position in the Fist Dao.
Even though there was only a grim ravine left below him, he still had to reside beneath the three in front.
My fist can break the heavens — Yin Wuji!
Yin Wuji watched the abrupt appearance of that line, his eyes widening, and an involuntary hint of ferocity on his face.
This was completely different from what he had initially thought.
"I thought, after cultivating for so long, that I had completely comprehended the Fist Dao. No one in this world, past or present, would be stronger than , yet Uncle, why... why..."
"Why did you never reveal such a domineering stance in the Reincarnation Realm?"
The figure upon hearing this did not imdiately respond, instead gazing at the na beside the fourth line.
"Yin Wuji? You are my elder brother’s progeny."
"No wonder."
The figure shook his head with a smile and then looked at the sowhat disheartened Yin Wuji, saying:
"Though I do not know what happened to in the Reincarnation Realm, what I can tell you is, whether it’s Fist Dao, Confucianism, or Buddhism, concealnt cos first."
"All roads of Martial Arts are not about contention, but about ’concealnt’. Even if you throw countless punches, as long as I don’t throw a single punch, I would stand undefeated."
As soon as the words were spoken, two figures manifested above the two rows of words.
One wore an open-chest robe, his face rough and heroic, with a full beard, and carried a wine gourd, looking like a martial wanderer.
The second figure was a lady in a simple long gown, with a beautiful appearance and flowing long hair.
One above and one below, they looked down at the people below, their gaze naturally falling on Yin Wuji.
The lady glanced coldly once and then disappeared on her own, as if dismissive of speaking.
But the rugged man at the top laughed: "Yin Bai, your young one is sowhat reckless."
The tall figure cupped his hands and smiled in return: "Brother Han Yu, please forgive him. The youngster’s recklessness has tarnished the reputation of us martial artists."
"Tarnish? Not quite, it’s just that there are only four fist intents left on the Kan Transformation Gate, which makes feel it’s a pity."
The man nad Han Yu said this casually, patting below him, and asked with a smile: "What do you say?"
Hmm?
At this mont, Chen Yi, who had been using the [Deceiving Mask], felt a stir in his Heart Spirit, and saw a golden character passing before him:
[Forty-six years of age, you who have already reached Heavenly Human Realm Perfection gazed directly at the Kan Transformation Gate of the Ancient Daoist Court’s Great Water Travel God Marshal of the Heavenly Canopy’s Grotto Heaven with the [Deceiving Mask]. Reward: Counterattack points 10.]
[As your counterattack mission is not yet completed, the earned counterattack points are converted into cultivation.]
Chen Yi ignored the prompt, his gaze fell on the left side of the Kan Transformation Gate — the seemingly unchanging wall made of mysterious golden iron, where an ethereal shadow flickered by.
And that shadow was exceedingly faint, like mist and smoke, very small, like a child.
Perhaps sensing Chen Yi’s gaze, the shadow seed to glance over, then vanished again.
But with its disappearance, so too vanished the previously damaged wall by Yin Wuji, along with the inscriptions of cultivation Fist Dao left by the predecessors that had been erased.
It was as if Yin Wuji had never acted at all.
Yet the word "Break the Heavens" that he left remained glaringly in the fourth position.
"Hiss!"
Many of the Great Powers who understood what had happened could not help but gaze in astonishnt at the figure at the top of the Fist Dao.
"Han Yu? Who is this senior?"
"He is clearly just a remaining fist intent, how could he possibly change what happens in the present world? That wall was obviously destroyed by ’Lin Xian’!"
"Indeed, this is the strangest part."
"How could such a miraculous transformation occur? Could it be that the Han Yu is the spirit of this Kan Transformation Gate?"
Most were baffled, though a few saw the true manifestation of the Kan Transformation Gate’s spirit.
Yet this part seldom spoke out, rely treating it as a secret hidden in their hearts, thinking of finding treasures that might exist in the Kan Transformation Gate.
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