My Martial Dao Has No Bottlenecks

"Situ Lang."

Shen Jun's voice was calm. "I told you. The blood of your comrades is a weight you cannot bear."

Situ Lang wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and scanned his surroundings. The Right Envoy was tied down by Liang Cheng, Lü Bingchen, and the others. The elite forces of the Fire Worship Sect were mostly scattered, and the Crossbow Array was broken.

And while the two before him had not yet recovered to their Peak, they were more than enough to keep him here.

A hopeless situation.

But then he laughed, his smile twisting like a demon's. "Cannot bear? On the Martial Dao to the heavens, who doesn't climb upon the bones of others?!"

The aura around him suddenly surged. "You're just luckier than me! When it comes to schemes, when it comes to talent, which of you is my superior?!"

"Under your rule, Lin Wu City was at the bottom for thirty years! What right do you have to criticize me?"

But before his words could fade, Shen Jun and Bai Hong's expressions darkened. With no intention of replying, they attacked simultaneously, lunging at him.

Shen Jun's blade flashed like Netherworld's Demise, silently streaking toward Situ Lang's neck. Bai Hong's Palm Seal descended like a collapsing mountain, sealing off all his escape routes.

The blade cut half an inch into his flesh.

The Palm Seal struck his chest.

But in that instant, Situ Lang's eyes turned completely blood-red, and a far more savage aura erupted from him!

"If I'm going to die, you're all coming with me!"

Situ Lang laughed madly and threw his arms wide, trying to embrace Shen Jun and Bai Hong.

Unexpectedly, as if sharing a single mind, Shen Jun and Bai Hong altered their attacks. Instead of striking Situ Lang, they struck each other.

Both men spat out a mouthful of blood, but they used the force of the impact to fly backward, leaving Situ Lang's arms to close on empty air.

"No!"

Then, with a deafening explosion, Situ Lang's body burst apart. The blast from the Qi Force sent everyone nearby flying.

The Sect Leader of the Fire Worship Sect, Situ Lang, was dead!

「Meanwhile—」

"Sect Leader!!"

Seeing Situ Lang's death, the Red-robed Right Envoy let out a mournful roar. He completely ignored a palm strike from Lü Bingchen aimed at his back and forcibly turned around.

The True Essence around his body boiled like fire as he charged straight for Liang Cheng!

He was going to drag Liang Cheng into death with Situ Lang!

'If it weren't for this kid rescuing Bai Hong and Shen Jun, how could Situ Lang possibly have died?'

"Stop him!"

Lü Bingchen's eyes nearly split with fury. He and the other Masters attacked with all their might, their True Qi slamming into the Right Envoy's back. The Right Envoy coughed up blood, but his forward momentum only increased.

Liang Cheng watched the blood-red figure charge at him, unable to dodge.

At the juncture of life and death, inspiration struck Liang Cheng. He held his saber in his left hand and formed a sword with the fingers of his right. A combined saber and sword attack, all in a single strike.

In that moment, he combined the ferocity of the Wind and Thunder Slash, the insidious craft of the Profound Yin Sword Technique, and the relentlessness of the Broken Wave Technique.

"Slash!"

The instant the flash of his saber met the bloody palm, there was no loud BANG, only a faint HISS.

The bloody Palm Seal split down the middle.

The saber's flash passed through the Palm Seal, swept across the Right Envoy's neck, and continued on with unabated force, carving a thirty-foot-long gash into the black stone ground behind him.

The Right Envoy's forward momentum froze. A thin line of blood appeared on his neck, his eyes filled with disbelief. His lips trembled.

"True Qi... cutting through True Essence... How is that possible..."

Leaning on his saber, Liang Cheng gasped for breath as blood dripped down the blade.

That single strike, at the moment of life and death, had held the ferocity of Wind and Thunder—like a clap of thunder exploding over the furious waves of a deep sea, with the shadow of a netherworld sword flickering within the lightning's flash.

But he knew that strike had consumed all his True Qi and mental energy. His Meridians were now empty and wracked with pain. He couldn't execute a second one.

And yet, his eyes were frighteningly bright. He felt as if he had just touched the edge of a new threshold, but he couldn't take another step forward.

The sounds of battle fell silent for a moment. Everyone stared at the scene, finding it so incredible they felt as if they were dreaming.

A trace of resignation flashed in Yun Jinghong's eyes.

'I broke through to the True Qi Realm on the battlefield today, yet the gap between us is still this wide!'

At that moment, only six words filled Lü Bingchen's mind.

"A prodigy of our Martial Arts Academy!"