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Emperor Yan’s expression turned serious, his physical body had actually reached the level of superb rank during the long years.
This was mainly due to the precious treasures he consud.
Although he also practiced external martial arts, he had not reached the superb rank level.
He felt Qiao Mu’s hand was like an iron clamp just now, he couldn’t break free with his physical strength, so he had to rely on internal strength to escape.
"Physical strength is not so important, the solid internal strength I have accumulated over three hundred years is the foundation of my invincibility for three hundred years!" Emperor Yan quickly regained his composure from the brief astonishnt.
He had consud many precious treasures.
Among the many precious treasures, those that can completely transform a martial artist’s constitution are quite rare.
More commonly found treasures, like the Centennial Vermilion Fruit, can directly increase a martial artist’s internal strength after refining.
Therefore, Emperor Yan’s accumulation of internal strength is even more formidable than his superb rank physical body.
"I thought Qiao Shuanggui was the only immortal besides
in the world, but I didn’t expect to find you, Qiao Jin."
Founding Emperor Yan is not as physically strong, but he has an advantage in internal strength if he creates so distance.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The two people fought like lightning in the Golden Palace, exchanging punches and strikes, sotis clashing and sotis separating.
Their fast movents caused strong winds, and each ti their fists clashed, their internal strength exploded, creating fierce air currents.
The intense air flows crashed like waves, knocking over the surrounding Imperial Guards.
"Five hundred… six hundred? How old are you, you strange person?"
Yan Shenji estimated Qiao Mu’s age by their exchange of punches, using the Long Life Fist technique.
This conclusion shocked Yan Shenji deeply. He thought he was the oldest immortal at three hundred years, but now there are more than one Qiao Shuanggui, and even Qiao Jin?
Qiao Shuanggui could barely be considered soone from his era, whereas this Qiao Jin…
The earthly dynasty only lasted three hundred years, and this Qiao Jin before him, according to his estimation… could he be an ancient figure from the early days of the Great Zhou Dynasty?
"Don’t rush…" Yan Shenji quickly focused his mind during the intense battle, and said with authority:
"In martial arts, strength doesn’t just co with age."
This statent is actually quite true.
In the sa three hundred years, the difference between a martial arts prodigy and an ordinary martial artist is like night and day.
Yan Shenji had been accumulating internal strength for three hundred years, surpassing even the 675-year-old Qiao Mu.
"Four-Pole Mountain Palm!"
Yan Shenji moved as fast as lightning, his palms striking Qiao Mu’s chest and back with a force like a tidal wave.
This was his mastery of an advanced martial technique that allowed him to strike different areas of the opponent’s body with powerful force and then unleash it all at once.
The destructive power in that mont was more than four tis greater than his usual full-force strike.
Yan Shenji was skilled in internal strength and had practiced various profound martial arts like Qiao Mu during his three-hundred-year-long life.
The sound of continuous cracking and snapping filled the air.
Mysterious yellow energy burst out from various parts of Qiao Mu’s body, tearing his clothes and skin, blood spattering, yet he remained standing.
"My physical strength may be weaker than yours, but I surpass you in the amount of internal strength."
Yan Shenji took a deep breath, stood still, and slowly cald himself down before speaking slowly.
Due to the intense consumption of internal strength, a visible ring of heat steam emanated from the top of his head, indicating that the outburst just now was no small matter for him.
"You make sense," Qiao Mu nodded approvingly.
He tore off his tattered shirt, revealing his muscular upper body, and walked towards Yan Shenji.
"Martial arts is not about age or who is stronger or has more internal strength, it’s about sothing else entirely…"
"However."
"I have a slight doubt about whether your internal strength surpasses mine… Heavenly Demon Disintegration thod!"
With the perfected Heavenly Demon Disintegration thod, one could unleash a massive burst of internal strength five tis greater by sacrificing blood, body, and ridians.
Qiao Mu, who was 675 years old, had accumulated power for over six hundred years.
The fivefold burst of the Heavenly Demon Disintegration thod could deliver a strike comparable to that of a master with three thousand years of experience in an instant.
Even the longest-living Founding Emperor Yan only lived to be three hundred years old.
Despite constantly consuming precious treasures, his internal strength didn’t correspond to his age, it still could not reach the remarkable figure of three thousand years.
In this mont.
The white strands of internal strength emanating from the surface turned into intense red, just the outward release of internal strength brought about a fierce red pressure.
The air suddenly compressed, the violent red energy cracked the ground of the hall underfoot, sending shattered stones and dust swirling into the air.
"The martial arts myth of three hundred years of immortality?" His body moved like a startled swan, his fist strength like a surging tide:
"The myth, it should co to an end."
Waves of red energy continued to hit Yan Shenji, layer upon layer, like waves rising higher and higher.
"Triple… Triple…. Fivefold Wave!"
The blood red energy giant waves, roaring like a mountain and a sea, completely engulfed Yan Shenji’s figure.
Although Yan Shenji desperately resisted and unleashed another kind of martial technique beyond limits in that mont, all his efforts, attempts, and shouts, like a lone boat in the huge waves, montarily resisted but were soon swallowed by the waves.
Boom!
Yan Shenji flew through the air, crashing into the pillars and walls of the palace, disappearing from view of the crowd.
Qiao Mu stood still, blood spraying out in all directions from his body, even bits of flesh scattering with the blood, looking very frightening.
Without hesitation, he stomped on the ground and followed Yan Shenji’s figure out of the palace.
As Yan Shenji landed heavily on the white jade dragon-carved steps outside the palace, Qiao Mu’s shadow followed closely.
"Fragnted Virtual Finger."
A pale three-foot aura shot out from his fingertip, resembling a long sword made of condensed energy, hovering above Yan Shenji’s throat.
The Fragnted Virtual Finger was originally a fleeting burst of energy from the fingertip, disappearing quickly like an arrow shot.
But Qiao Mu had a lot of internal strength, even without using the Heavenly Demon Disintegration thod, his accumulated internal strength from six hundred years allowed him to condense a three-foot invisible sword aura.
In the moonlight, they looked at each other in silence.
One person stood, one person lay down, both covered in blood.
At this mont.
The crowd in the Golden Palace hurried over to see the final outco of the battle between the two.
But this scene left the Imperial Guards frozen in place.
Yan Shenji was the founding emperor of the country, unbeatable three hundred years ago, already a martial arts legend.
They couldn’t even imagine that the founding emperor was still alive in the Great Yan Imperial Palace, surpassing their imagination.
Figures like the founding emperor were usually seen in portraits in the Imperial Study of the palace, revered by all generations of emperors, worshipped with incense during festivals.
Tonight’s turmoil was thought to be an assassination attempt on the emperor.
Unexpectedly, the 300-year-old founding emperor himself was disturbed.
Even more shocking is that the legendary warrior, once again appearing in the world, ultimately fell at the hands of a mysterious mber of the Qiao family who erged out of nowhere.
"Has the legend fallen?"
"Even the reincarnation of the founding emperor couldn’t stop that person…."
Amid cries of astonishnt.
The sword light at Qiao Mu’s fingertips disappeared, as he turned around and stepped away.
Yan Shenji’s eyes twitched, unable to hold back his hoarse question:
"Wait."
"Why not take action?"
He couldn’t withstand Qiao Mu’s powerful attack, the Heavenly Demon Disintegration thod combined with Stacking Wave Strength. If it weren’t for Qiao Mu showing rcy, he wouldn’t have just lost a life, he might not even have a complete body left.
Yan Shenji rembered when Qiao Mu first appeared sitting on the Dragon Throne, with a gaze that seed to look down upon the world. Suddenly, a thought crossed his mind.
"Could it be because… he values talent?"
Thinking of this possibility, he felt a strange bitterness and absurdity in his heart.
He was a 300-year-old founding emperor.
In terms of age, everyone in the world was younger than him.
In terms of status, even the emperors of past generations in the Imperial Capital had to address him as an ancestor.
In terms of martial arts, he had been unrivaled among mortals three hundred years ago.
Such a figure naturally viewed martial artists of the mortal world with the condescending perspective of an elder towards newcors.
Personally pointed out the superb martial artist General Chu Tianming of the Imperial Guards, who was the leader of the "Cow Cleaver Knife" forty years ago.
Because he valued talent, he let escape the top three in the world, Eight-ard Heavenly Dragon…
Such a character, one day unexpectedly spared his life for the reason of "valuing talent"?
And with Qiao Mu’s current age and strength, he indeed had the qualifications…. This made Yan Shenji’s heart surge, almost spitting out old blood.
"Valuing talent? That’s a limited perspective," Qiao Mu glanced at him.
Yan Shenji never used the Human Emperor Sword until the end.
Although he lost in this battle, he still had a chance to win.
"To oppose the Nine Immortal Gates, the martial arts world needs more strong individuals. That’s also a reason."
Qiao Mu looked down at Yan Shenji, seeing his own journey of bloodshed reflected in his eyes.
Yan Shenji is a martial artist like Qiao Mu.
They are both immortal beings in the world, highly skilled in Long Life Fist, and both hexagonal warriors.
Qiao Mu has always been selective.
If he chooses to live immortally in the world rather than going through a cycle of constant danger, dreams, and exams, his life could be smoother.
He could beco the second Founding Emperor Yan.
These are two different paths, living in the world or reincarnating in the sea of blood.
In the three seconds just now when he looked at Yan Shenji, Qiao Mu was indeed considering whether to kill Founding Emperor Yan.
By killing Founding Emperor Yan, Qiao Mu could beco a more powerful Qiao Ancestor.
With his strength, he could establish a new dynasty in the chaotic world today, living immortally in the world, becoming the Ancestor of the imperial dynasty, practicing martial arts while walking birds and playing with cats in the palace. It would not be a bad thing.
As long as one ignores the existence of the Nine Immortal Gates, pays tribute like Emperor Yonghe of the Great Yan Imperial Court, and Qiao Mu bides his ti for thousands or tens of thousands of years, then he can smash the Nine Immortal Gates with a single punch.
This is also a choice.
Furthermore, a mber of the Qiao family goes through hell and high water.
One step back, Emperor Yan Shenji of the dynasty’s founder.
"You are my mirror." Qiao Mu gazed at his own reflection in the pupil of Founding Emperor Yan, and said slowly:
"Looking at others can help you see your own faults."
After speaking, he ignored Founding Emperor Yan, his body slowly wriggled, his cracked skin began to heal, and he turned and walked away.
Leaving Founding Emperor Yan still lying there, looking slightly puzzled.
He was not foolish, and after a brief mont of confusion, he understood the aning behind Qiao Mu’s words.
Look at others as a mirror, like seeing your reflection, to remind and warn yourself:
Don’t beco a reflection in the mirror.
The silent Founding Emperor Yan slowly sat up and took out a small bottle from his sleeve, swallowing a healing pill.
He sat in ditation and soon his complexion improved, no longer on the brink of death as before.
In fact, he was not without a chance of winning just now… not just because of the Human Emperor Sword.
As a dicine Spirit Body, Founding Emperor Yan always carried various high-quality pills on him.
Qiao Mu has the ability to change shape for healing, he uses healing pills for recovery.
Qiao Mu has the Heavenly Demon Disintegration thod, while Yan Shenji also has a pill called the "Three Elents Creation Pill," which can significantly boost his power for a short ti.
A big spender can do whatever they want.
Only, Qiao Mu used his Heavenly Demon Disintegration thod too decisively, not caring about his own life.
The chance slipped away quickly, and by the ti Yan Shenji wanted to swallow the "Three Elents Creation Pill
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