Martial Arts Domination: Start with the Dragon Elephant Prajna Technique
Chapter 237 - 233: The Pride of a Thousand Years Ago! A Palm Strike Explodes! (Please Subscribe)

Chapter 237: Chapter 233: The Pride of a Thousand Years Ago! A Palm Strike Explodes! (Please Subscribe)

Taixu Mountain, Pingyang City.

A surging stream of people, the clamorous din of the crowd—if one wasn’t paying attention, one might simply think this was a bustling and prosperous mundane city.

Yet upon closer inspection, one would realize the peculiarity within.

This surging stream of people consisted entirely of Martial Cultivators with cultivation accompanying them!

And the goods being hawked within the city were all none other than Immortal Treasures!

As a treasured land left behind by a previous Immortal Dao Civilization, Martial Cultivators from various places would often gather here on Taixu Mountain.

After accumulating over tens of thousands of years, natural forces had derived various powers and established numerous cities upon this vast land!

This Pingyang City was one such medium-sized city among them.

Even on normal days, although there were many Martial Cultivators in the city, it was never as crowded as it was at that moment.

The reason for this, after all, was because of a Cultivator’s cave dwelling that had appeared in this area of Pingyang City several days before!

Furthermore, it was rumored that the owner of this cave dwelling wasn’t merely a Dharma Body Expert but was also a powerful practitioner of the Thunder Method and Rune Technique!

Thus, like cats smelling fish, many Martial Cultivators exploring for the Dharma Body Expert’s hidden treasures on Taixu Mountain had gathered here.

Unfortunately, luck wasn’t on their side; the cave dwelling opened for only half a day before closing again, leaving everyone empty-handed.

At the height of their disappointment, news swept through like a tornado, spreading rapidly.

It was said that Master Xuanwu from the Sky-reaching Pavilion inadvertently revealed that the Formation of the cave dwelling had weakened and it would reappear in half a month.

Such news stirred up waves of excitement!

The Sky-reaching Pavilion, among the Three Great Immortal Sects, was the power most proficient in Formations!

Master Xuanwu, a High-Rank Martial Saint, was only half a step away from achieving the Half-step Law Body!

Words from such a being were naturally extremely credible!

And even if it was a ruse, it wouldn’t affect people much.

If it were true, then even if Master Xuanwu, who deliberately leaked the news, had some ulterior motive,

But...

That’s a cave dwelling left behind by a Dharma Body Expert!

The items within could be opportunities to change their fates for life!

If they were fearful and hesitant, they wouldn’t have come to Taixu Mountain at all.

So, a crowd of Martial Cultivators chose not to leave in a hurry but rather settled down in Pingyang City to rest and wait for the upcoming changes.

Furthermore, as time passed, more and more Martial Cultivators were converging towards this place.

This also led to the bustling scene of deserted alleys within Pingyang City.

On this day.

Qingyang Inn.

As the largest and most luxurious inn within Pingyang City, this place never lacked guests.

The Martial Cultivators occupied the main hall, with hundreds of tables arranged properly; at the moment, they were all fully occupied.

People discussed the authenticity of the cave dwelling and boasted about their recent gains, filling the air with their noisy chatter and creating a lively atmosphere.

At that moment, a young man dressed in a Gold-Patterned Profound Robe slowly entered the inn.

However, his aura was not particularly strong or conspicuous, so people merely glanced at him briefly before looking away.

Given the vastness of Taixu Mountain and the influx of Human race and Demon race from everywhere, the appearance of new faces was not surprising.

The young man did not cause any disturbance and simply found a seat to sit down by himself.

The liveliness in the hall continued.

Bang!

Suddenly, a shadow was violently thrown into the inn, creating a loud noise.

Everyone was startled and turned their gazes toward the shadow.

They saw an old man, emaciated and frail, covered in tattered clothing.

His body was full of scabbed wounds, which appeared quite unnerving.

After being thrown into the inn, he immediately coughed up a mouthful of blood, his expression much more listless than before.

Yet as if he were unaware of his injuries, he continued to snicker foolishly.

"It’s that fool."

In the hall, people acknowledged the situation and returned to their seats, as if they were accustomed to the scene.

Still, there were those with sympathetic looks who whispered, "He was once a prodigy of the Human race, just a step away from achieving the Proving Dharmakaya; to end up like this is truly a pity."

"Indeed."

Someone took over the conversation and continued, "In the glorious past, Wang Daoyi fled to the ruins, Zhang Qiudao became a slave, and only he remained defiant, battling the ancestor of the Qingxiao Sect with his Half-step Law Body Realm."

"As a result, he was beaten into an idiot, his cultivation scattered, and he’s been exiled in Taixu Mountain; for thousands of years, he’s been humiliated by both Human race and Demon race alike."

"If you ask me, the old ancestor of the Qingxiao Sect should have killed him outright, so he wouldn’t have had to suffer so much humiliation. With his temperament back in the day, should he regain his senses, he would probably experience immense pain!"

"That’s exactly what the old ancestor of the Qingxiao Sect intended. Even the strongest three prodigies of the Human race couldn’t overcome him alone. He intended to use the fate of these three prodigies as a warning to the Human race not to harbor any improper ambitions!"

"Shush! Be quiet! Do you have a death wish? This place is not inhabited solely by the Human race!"

"..."

At this time, the Shopkeeper called over a couple of attendants to throw the old man out of the inn.

Slap!

Just then, the sound of a folding fan snapping open echoed.

Following that, a young master with a noble demeanor slowly walked into the inn.

In an instant, the inn went silent.

"Young Master Qiu, what brings you to my humble inn!"

At this, the Shopkeeper hurried over, speaking with a respectful tone.

The young master chuckled softly, not paying any heed.

He disdainfully glanced over the people in the hall, observing the entire hall of Martial Cultivators falling silent, not daring to make a sound.

Only then did he turn his gaze with satisfaction towards the old man sitting on the ground, bloodied mouth yet still snickering foolishly.

"You old thing, you’ve irritated my eyes and spoiled my mood. You’ll have to face the consequences," said the young master with a sneer, waving his hand casually.

Immediately, two humanoid figures with the heads of tigers and robust tails swaggered into the inn.

Their auras were powerful—they were unmistakably two Supreme Saints!

"That old thing’s smile is too ugly! Beat him! Beat him until he can’t smile anymore!"

The young master spoke again.

So two hulking men stepped forward and walked up to the old man.

The frail old man, standing before two tiger demons nearly three meters tall, looked like a weak child.

"Hehe!"

The foolish old man looked up at the two tiger demons with a simple, hearty laugh.

Bang!

A fist seal came crashing down.

The old man was instantly smashed into the floor.

Immediately after, the two tiger demons kept swinging their fists, driving the old man deep into the ground.

Blood continuously streamed from the old man’s nose and mouth.

The smile on his face finally ceased.

"Stop."

Seeing the old man looking like he was about to be beaten to death, the young master casually called out.

The two tiger demons stopped, standing aside waiting for further instructions.

The young master walked up, standing arrogantly over the old man with a bloodied face.

"Heh... Heh..."

Struggling to maintain consciousness, the old man managed a feeble, foolish chuckle.

The young master’s face turned cold, and he suddenly placed his foot on the old man’s face, grinding it viciously!

"I told you not to laugh! It’s hideous! Don’t you dare smile!"

He twisted his foot, grinding it down while angrily speaking.

The scent of blood in the air grew stronger.

Among the martial cultivators present, most watched with indifference, but some showed unease on their faces. After a struggle, they turned their heads away, choosing not to watch any longer.

After several moments, the young master withdrew his foot.

The old man was still not dead.

He struggled tremendously to crawl out from the floor, his face almost breaking into that foolish smile again.

A chilling light flashed in the young master’s eyes, and he suddenly kicked out fiercely.

Bang!

Boom!!

The old man’s figure was instantly kicked into the area where the crowd was seated, knocking over tables and chairs.

A martial cultivator who was caught in the commotion roared, "Qiu Guangsheng! This is Pingyang City, not your Huxiao Mountain! Be careful, or you’ll provoke public outrage!"

Upon hearing this, the young master’s face grew even colder.

He looked up at the person who had raised his voice.

It was a mid-level Martial Saint who had been impacted, his face full of anger.

The young master sneered, "Human race?"

"A beast like you dares to speak to me like that?"

"Beat him to death!"

As soon as his order was given, the two tiger demons rapidly charged into the crowd, seizing the martial artist who had just shouted angrily.

Then, amidst a flurry of punches and kicks, a painful wail rang out.

The young master then withdrew his gaze and turned back to look at the old man whom he had kicked away.

In the middle of the wreckage, the old man’s figure was now seated on a stool, with no one knowing how he got there.

All the martial cultivators avoided that spot, creating an empty space around him.

Only a young man dressed in a Gold-Patterned Profound Robe was gently wiping the blood off the old man’s face.

"Hey!"

A trace of mockery emerged on the young master’s face.

He immediately spoke in a cold voice, "I was teaching someone a lesson. Where did you, this riff-raff, come from? How dare you interfere?!"

"Now! Drag that old lunatic here and kneel before me! I might spare your life!"

But as he spoke, the young man acted as if he hadn’t heard a word and gave no response.

The coldness on the young master’s face almost turned to frost, and the intent to kill surged wildly in his eyes.

The two tiger demons had also returned to his side, one holding a head full of terror, the other carrying a mangled torso.

The horrific and bloody scene made everyone in the inn feel a chill in their hearts.

"I’ll say this one last time."

The young master took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and slowly spoke.

"Now! Immediately! Drag..."

Whoosh!

A sudden gust of wind swept through.

He snapped his eyes open, only to see the young man standing right in front of him.

"You..."

His pupils dilated in shock.

The young man reached out with a palm as large as a fan, enveloped in an overwhelming force, and swung it down fiercely.

Bang!

A dull thud sounded.

Then a spray of red and white blood mist spread out.

Now the young master’s body still stood in its original place, but his head was nowhere to be seen.

His head had been blown to bits by a single slap!

For a moment, everyone in the inn seemed frozen in thought.

"Noisy."

Then, in the silence of the hall, came the young man’s voice—calm yet tinged with coldness.

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