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On the mountain path of Zhongnan Mountain, Ye Kai walked with his hands behind his back, each step covering ten meters. He moved gracefully and effortlessly, while behind him, a sweating Shota was gritting his teeth and sprinting.
Half an hour later, Ye Kai reached the summit, standing with his hands clasped behind him, looking down at the entire Zhongnan Mountain and the towns below.
It was strange; this was already the second Martial Arts Dimension he had encountered. Although the geographical names here were similar to those in the real dimension, the reality was vastly different.
For instance, at the peak of Zhongnan Mountain, he gazed at the vast Sea of Clouds rolling below, faintly seeing a massive city in the distance.
Of course, only he could see it clearly because Yang Guo was utterly exhausted at this point, his face pale as he stared down at the so-called Bottomless Abyss beneath him.
"Master, is the Ancient Tomb Sect's martial arts very powerful?" After catching his breath, Yang Guo cautiously glanced at the Sea of Clouds below and asked softly.
"Mm!"
Ye Kai replied casually, "Yes, it's quite powerful, but it only stops at being 'powerful.'"
"Then..."
Just as Yang Guo was about to ask something else, he suddenly noticed Qiu Chuji rushing towards them. He decided not to ask further; after all, he already knew about the matters between the Ancient Tomb and Chongyang Palace.
Qiu Chuji felt anxious. Ever since they resolved the crisis at Chongyang Palace last time, those Evil Cultivators had not shown up in the martial world again; instead, they had all been gathered into that enormous estate.
Of course, there were those who tried to escape, but no matter where they ran, they always ended up back here eventually.
After a few attempts, no one dared to run anymore because they were terrified out of their wits.
Even trips down to the town had decreased significantly; most people began to give up or focus on self-cultivation.
However, among these people were still Hodu and Dalba. After two months had passed, news finally reached the Mongolians, and the Golden Wheel Dharma King announced that he would come to meet the Martial Arts True Immortal.
Now, at least Three Thousand Troops had gathered at the foot of the mountain, causing great anxiety among those in Chongyang.
"Senior Ye, I am Qiu Chuji paying my respects!" Qiu Chuji called out as he was still over a hundred meters away. Before his words faded, he had already descended upon the summit like a gust of wind.
"Qiu, you seem so flustered; this isn't like you at all!" Ye Kai said lightly without turning his head.
Qiu Chuji rubbed his nose, feeling a helpless smile creep onto his face. At his age, being called 'Qiu' was quite embarrassing, especially after seeing Yang Guo's amused expression.
But none of that mattered now. He immediately bowed respectfully and said, "Senior, the Chongyang Catastrophe is upon us. The Mongolians have gathered Three Thousand Troops and are preparing to seal the mountains. There are also experts coming from behind."
Although he had observed this seemingly 'Broken Void' level senior up close several times over the past two months, even with martial skills beyond imagination, he still found himself startled from time to time.
This Martial Arts True Immortal stood at the edge of the abyss, looking down at the vast land below, an imposing aura emanating from him naturally.
Suddenly, he heard a light laugh and looked on in horror as that figure stepped forward, standing precariously at the edge of the Bottomless Abyss. The corners of his eyes twitched involuntarily.
His heart trembled even more; this was truly the Bottomless Abyss—falling down would mean certain death.
"Qiu, your mind is in disarray. Are you really frightened by just Three Thousand Troops?"
Ye Kai shifted his tone and continued, "However, since this matter concerns This Sect, I suppose I'll accompany you for a while. Three Thousand Troops? Ha! Can they withstand even one punch from This Sect?"
Three Thousand Troops—just one punch?
Though his words were casual, both Yang Guo and Qiu Chuji felt a shiver run through them, their minds ringing with a loud thrum that left them dizzy.
Suspended above the Bottomless Abyss, with its unfathomable depths below, Ye Kai turned back with a hint of calm amusement on his face. "Stop standing there foolishly; This Sect will take you along for a bit."
"Please no, Master!!!" Yang Guo's face turned pale again as he desperately shook his head and flew backward.
In just one second, he had already covered a distance of thirty meters. This made Qiu Chuji smile wryly once more; he had completely lost any desire to compare himself to others.
Originally, he was Yang Kang's master, and Yang Guo could be considered his disciple as well. But now, even if those thoughts lingered in his mind, he dared not voice them.
Faced with a senior who could crush Chongyang Palace with a single hand, he had entirely lost his temper; let them call him whatever they wished.
Before he could regain his senses, he found himself unexpectedly 'jumping off' a cliff, which made him feel an immediate surge of terror, nearly causing him to scream.
He couldn't remember the last time he had experienced such a heart-pounding moment; sweat poured from his body, and his legs felt weak.
"Wow, wow, wow... Master, your most clever disciple is about to be scared to death!"
"Master, I promise I won't bother you about learning sword flight anymore..."
"Ah!!!"
Qiu Chuji remained silent.
Listening to the heart-wrenching cries, Qiu Chuji suddenly felt unafraid. It seemed that even his heartbeat had become faint, and his expression returned to calmness and indifference.
He glanced at the lively figure beside him and then at the one rolling helplessly in mid-air. He felt a sense of relief, thinking how fortunate it was that he hadn't taken in Yang Guo; otherwise, he would have been driven to distraction.
"Who goes there?"
Bayanbatur had been sent to teach Chongyang Palace a lesson, but at this moment, he couldn't help but feel his pupils constrict. The figure slowly walking towards them from afar—could it really be an immortal?
He knew that there were martial artists capable of leaping across rivers dozens of meters wide, but this method of walking through the air was something he had never even heard of. It sent a chill racing up his spine.
"Fire arrows!!!"
"Shoot them down!!!"
"They're all monsters; kill them!"
For them, military orders were as solid as mountains—something ingrained deep within their bones. Coupled with the harsh living conditions of the grasslands that had fostered their fierce nature, they dared to fight even against immortals.
As they saw a rain of arrows approaching, Yang Guo and Qiu Chuji instinctively closed their eyes, trembling all over and clenching their fists tightly.
"Sin can be forgiven, but self-inflicted wounds are inexcusable!"
Ye Kai watched as the fierce Mongolian Soldiers dared to shoot arrows at him. With disdain, he extended a finger and lightly pointed forward, but in reality, he had already unleashed his Psychokinesis to its maximum potential.
"Boom!!!"
A violent gust of wind swirled up debris and dust, wrapping stones into a swirling earthen dragon that charged toward the Mongolian Soldiers.
Hundreds of archers were instantly blown away and shattered, turning into a mist of blood. Following the path of the rampaging earth dragon, everything was obliterated, leaving behind a chasm fifty meters long and over a meter deep.
"Bang!"
As the earth dragon finally collapsed, the entire formation was completely severed in two, with hundreds of soldiers exploding into blood mist, and countless others left injured.
Bayanbatur was left dumbfounded, his mind blank.
Three thousand troops had been crushed just like that...
With just a single finger.
A single finger!
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