My Martial Dao Has No Bottlenecks

As the Right Envoy finally unleashed his full power, he landed a palm strike on Liang Cheng's left shoulder.

CRACK!

Despite his Golden Armor Realm Perfection, the sound of bone cracking was still clearly audible.

Liang Cheng let out a muffled grunt. Seizing the opportunity, he slashed at his opponent's right arm. The blade sliced through the man's protective True Essence, sending a shower of blood into the air.

An injury for an injury!

Shock and anger flashed in the Right Envoy's eyes. 'I can't believe this True Qi Realm brat is so hard to deal with! And his Hard Skills... to think he could take a direct hit from my palm and not collapse!'

Twenty moves.

Thirty moves.

Liang Cheng's left shoulder was crushed, and a gash on his right side was deep enough to expose the bone. Blood soaked his black robes, but the hand gripping his saber was still steady.

With his battered body, he was actually managing to hold down the Right Envoy, a True Essence Realm master!

Below the altar, the aura around Shen Jun's body erupted. As the effects of the Source Replenishing Pill kicked in, his sallow complexion visibly returned to a healthy red, and his flagging True Essence began to surge once more.

'This is a pleasant surprise,' he thought. 'I didn't expect the Source Replenishing Pill to be this potent. I'm still far from my peak, but I've already recovered seventy percent of my strength.'

"Dean Bai, your turn!"

Shen Jun rose to his feet, the Black Flood Dragon Flag appearing in his hand. He swept it outward, and a sudden gale erupted, killing several of the charging Fire Worship Sect disciples.

Bai Hong did not stand on ceremony, immediately swallowing the second Source Replenishing Pill.

Watching this unfold from the side, a trace of panic finally flickered in Situ Lang's eyes.

At that moment, he made the same choice as the Right Envoy. Ignoring the hidden danger of his True Essence becoming impure, he unleashed his full power. He forced Lü Bingchen and the others back with three fierce palm strikes, then his figure shot like lightning toward Bai Hong.

"Stop him!"

Liang Cheng roared. He ignored the Right Envoy's palm striking for his back and spun around, lunging directly at Situ Lang to intercept him!

"You're courting death!"

The Right Envoy's Palm Force struck Liang Cheng squarely in the back.

"SPURT—!"

Liang Cheng sprayed a mouthful of blood, but he used the force of the blow to accelerate, becoming even faster. His Zhenxian Saber shot out like a meteor chasing the moon, stabbing straight for the nape of Situ Lang's neck!

Situ Lang was forced to spin around. He flicked the saber away with a single finger and thrust a backhanded palm at Liang Cheng's face.

"Liang Cheng!"

Situ Lang had launched this palm strike in a fury. His True Essence condensed until it was almost tangible, and the very air seemed to warp in its path!

For that instant, Liang Cheng had no way to evade.

A vicious glint flashed in his eyes. Pushing his Golden Armor Realm to its absolute limit, he didn't even try to block. Instead, he poured all the True Qi in his body into his saber, twisted the blade, and slashed at Situ Lang's midsection!

It was the same suicidal tactic again!

Situ Lang's pupils shrank. He had already seen what Liang Cheng was capable of and didn't dare take the blow head-on. 'If I get injured, I'll just be giving Bai Hong and his people an opening.'

Situ Lang retracted thirty percent of the force from his palm and sidestepped to dodge. Liang Cheng's blade grazed his waist, slicing off a strip of his robes along with a layer of skin and blood.

Because he had pulled back and redirected his strike, the palm that landed on Liang Cheng's right chest was greatly diminished in power.

BOOM!

Even so, Liang Cheng was sent flying like a kite with a snapped string. He smashed into a reef, collapsing half of it. As he struggled to get back up, his right chest was caved in, and blood poured from his mouth and nose.

A nearby Fire Worship Sect disciple's eyes lit up, and he charged forward with a slash, only to be cut down by a wave of Sword Qi. Yun Jinghong had arrived.

"Thank you!"

Though he had coughed up blood, Liang Cheng had used the action to dissipate the Palm Force, avoiding any major internal damage.

At that same moment, Bai Hong opened his eyes.

The bloodstains on his plain robes vanished, falling away as if brushed by an unseen force. He took a single step, helped Liang Cheng up, and gave him a nod. "You can rest now. It's time for us to settle this account."

Liang Cheng let himself be guided back against the reef. "Then I'll rest for a bit, Dean."

Situ Lang's face was as dark as a thundercloud. He glanced at Shen Jun and Bai Hong, whose auras had returned to their peak, before his gaze finally settled on Liang Cheng, who was bathed in blood but still standing with his saber at the ready.

"A fine Liang Zhenchuan indeed."

Situ Lang hissed through clenched teeth, "I will remember the 'gift' you've given me today."

He suddenly took a step back, returning to the half-collapsed altar. Then, he abruptly struck the giant bronze cauldron at its center. The next moment, the cauldron exploded violently!

The viscous, bloody soup transformed into a rain of blood that filled the sky. Every single drop was highly corrosive, forcing everyone to circulate their internal energy to resist it.

Under the cover of the bloody rain, Situ Lang retreated rapidly, grabbing the Right Envoy. To his surprise, Liang Cheng was back on his feet, his fingers held together like a sword.

Profound Yin Sword Technique.

Sinister, unpredictable, and utterly silent. By the time Situ Lang reacted, he could only throw up a hasty block. That single moment of delay was enough for Bai Hong and Shen Jun to surround them.

"Situ Lang, I told you. You cannot bear the consequences for the blood of our comrades."

Shen Jun struck with his saber, the blade less than three feet from Situ Lang's back. Horrified, Situ Lang twisted away and slapped back with his right palm, hastily gathering a dark red True Essence in its center.

CLANG—!!

As blade and palm met, Situ Lang grunted amid the ear-piercing clang. The saber's edge had sliced open his palm, leaving a gash deep enough to reveal bone. A strange, chilling saber energy immediately invaded his body through the wound!

"The Shen Family's Hidden Blade Technique..."

Situ Lang gritted his teeth and forcibly scattered the invading saber energy, but his movements faltered for a critical moment.

And in that instant, Bai Hong was there.

He strode forward and sent out a palm. His movements were clean and clear, as if he were instructing a disciple. But in his palm, a pale golden True Essence condensed into a tangible Gang Seal, majestic and righteous, imbued with a terrifying might capable of suppressing all creation!

"The Mount Zhenyue Seal!"

Situ Lang's pupils shrank. He thrust out both palms, his dark red True Essence surging like a reverse tide of blood to meet the golden Gang Seal.

BOOM—!!!

The True Essence collision created a massive explosion of crimson light and golden radiance. The resulting shockwave sent all the rubble within a hundred-foot radius flying!

Situ Lang was forced back three consecutive steps, each one carving a deep crater into the black stone ground. A trickle of dark red blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

Bai Hong retreated seven steps. He had, after all, only just recovered from his grievous injuries. Forcing himself to use the Mount Zhenyue Seal had already caused his Meridians to ache with strain.

But it was enough.

Shen Jun and Bai Hong, one in front and one behind, had now completely trapped Situ Lang between them.