Martial Sovereign of the Turbulent World

Chapter 179: Chapter 177: Pharmacist Master’s Great Aspiration Slash, The Last One

Fu Juemin had just taken a step when a flash of green shot before him.

The Divine Maiden Sword was passed down from the Wushan Divine Maiden Sect of a previous dynasty. Its swordsmanship was inspired by the clouds and rain of Wushan, emphasizing the three core principles of speed, unpredictability, and danger.

Seeking to seize the initiative, Qin Suyi began with the Chaoyun Form of the Divine Maiden Sword. Her dual swords moved in unison, the blades stirring up powerful currents that condensed into white vapor. They resembled two bolts of white silk, striking at Fu Juemin’s shoulders from the left and right.

Fu Juemin neither dodged nor evaded, his expression calm as he raised one hand and formed it into a Hand Blade.

Then, aiming straight ahead, he chopped down heavily with a motion that was deceptively fast.

VMMMM—!

In that instant, a brilliant, glazed halo erupted from the edge of his palm!

The surrounding air shrieked under the strain, as if violently pulled by an invisible force, collapsing inward toward the path of his Hand Blade!

The dust and loose stones on the steps were swept up by this violent suction, surging wildly toward his palm. In the blink of an eye, they condensed into a solid, murky gray, crescent-shaped blade of qi nearly a meter long, which blasted outward with a BOOM!

The qi blade compressed the air, letting out a terrifying, thunderous roar that completely drowned out the whistling of the opposing swords.

The Glazed Body reflects the glazed light; the Purifying Light Saber illuminates the Great Aspiration King!

Fu Juemin’s attack was the Pharmacist Master’s Great Aspiration Slash, the second of the three ultimate techniques of the Pharmacist Master Purifying Light Saber!

It had no set form and no fixed shape, making it best performed with a Hand Blade.

This technique required the user to harbor the great aspiration of the Pharmacist and execute it with Wish Power. Fu Juemin had not gathered any Wish Power; he hadn’t even grasped the basics of the technique.

This attack relied entirely on his Dual Soul Unity, a terrifying power born from the combination of Meat Mountain and Soft Bone. It was unleashed through sheer, unreasonable brute force.

When unleashed, the slash was devoid of Buddhist Teachings and lacked any great aspiration. It was a technique of pure slaughter, an act of karmic destruction!

Not only did it lack the slightest hint of the purity and clarity befitting the Pharmacist Master Glaze, but it instead took on a vast, malevolent momentum—the aura of a world-forging crucible in chaotic times, of filthy waves crashing against the heavens.

The murky gray qi blade collided with the two streams of sword light. With a thunderous BOOM, the Sword Momentum ahead vanished. The morning clouds had scattered.

A plain-featured woman in her forties, Qin Suyi stumbled out from the blast. She staggered back two steps, barely able to keep her grip on her Dual Swords. A flicker of horror flashed through her eyes as she looked at Fu Juemin.

Fu Juemin, however, remained expressionless. With his arms slightly spread, he swooped toward Qin Suyi like a great bird.

Five Beasts—Bird Form Crane Walk!

After reaching initial success with the Five Beasts Skill, and thanks to his progress in the Bird Form of the Five Forms of Dynamic Skills, Fu Juemin’s Body Technique had become much swifter and more agile.

He led with the Tiger Form, his fingertips tearing through the air as he aimed straight for Qin Suyi’s face.

Qin Suyi retreated rapidly, continuously striking at Fu Juemin with her swords as she fell back. Chilling glints of sword light fell like a torrential downpour on Fu Juemin’s arms, shoulders, and back, kicking up transparent, formless ripples...

Striking so quickly, Qin Suyi’s swords were completely unable to pierce Fu Juemin’s Protective Qi Membrane.

As the distance between them rapidly closed, Fu Juemin came to a sudden halt. The stone step beneath his foot exploded, and his speed instantly skyrocketed. He charged directly inside the circle of Qin Suyi’s swords.

The Five-Ring Black Moon rose at the base of his fingers. The cloying stench of the Five Aggregates Poison Technique scattered in the gale force of his movement. Fu Juemin’s eyes grew cold. He was about to rip open Qin Suyi’s Protective Qi Membrane and land his palm strike...

Just then, a mocking expression flashed across Qin Suyi’s face.

In the next instant, a violent pressure erupted behind Fu Juemin. An intense sense of crisis and a chilling dread washed over him, accompanied by an old, cold voice.

"It seems... you’ve forgotten about me."

Fu Juemin snapped his head around. His darkening pupils clearly reflected the figure of Zhou Feibai.

At that moment, Zhou Feibai had pushed his Vitality to the absolute limit. His gray robes billowed as if an invisible hurricane swirled around him, whipping his hair and beard into the air!

"Meridian Yin and Yang, Pole Flipping!"

With his left hand in a fist and his right hand a palm, Zhou Feibai gathered visible white streams of air, which swirled into a vortex between his hands.

Seeing Fu Juemin glance over, a sharp light glinted in Zhou Feibai’s eyes. He abruptly slammed the combined Fist Momentum and Palm Momentum, which he had charged to their very peak, into Fu Juemin’s back!

Zhou Feibai’s moniker, "Unrivaled Fist and Palm," wasn’t because he was unmatched in Fist Technique and Palm Technique separately. Rather, the Martial Arts he practiced emphasized both equally, integrating them into a single style. In the obscure discipline of Fist and Palm Technique, no one in all of Shenghai was his superior.

The instant Zhou Feibai struck, killing intent flared in Qin Suyi’s eyes, and she thrust her sword forward at the perfect moment.

The power of this strike far surpassed any she had made before.

A transparent, distorted, sword-shaped phantom several inches long erupted from the tip of her Longsword. This strike was clearly imbued with nearly all the Vitality she possessed at the Half-Step Gratitude Realm!

Caught completely off guard, Fu Juemin was attacked from both front and back.

With a deafening BOOM, the stone steps beneath Fu Juemin exploded. A cloud of dust and debris, like a miniature mushroom cloud, rapidly expanded, instantly swallowing all three figures.

Below the Xuanwu Platform, the sea of heads stirred. In the Woodcutter Gang’s section, Luo Chengying, who had been leaning back in his chair with a spyglass, shot to his feet.

Time passed, and the dust slowly began to settle.

And there—

On the platform, the three of them were frozen in their pincer attack formation, standing motionless inside a large, star-shaped crater.

Fu Juemin stood with his feet slightly apart, head bowed and body slightly bent. His hands were pressed to his chest as if clutching something tightly, his entire body locked in a strange posture.

On his powerful, bare torso, bulging veins, muscles, and surging Qi Blood formed a profound, tattoo-like pattern: the mystical image of Dragon Elephant Harmony.

Standing behind Fu Juemin, his fist and palm still pressed against his back, Zhou Feibai seemed to sense something was wrong. The savage look on his face froze. He abruptly pulled his hands away, only to see Fu Juemin’s back—smooth and unblemished, without the slightest mark...

He froze, then looked down at his own hands, his face a mask of utter disbelief.

Qin Suyi, facing Fu Juemin, reacted similarly. She stared blankly at the point where her longsword had struck, her eyes filled with dazed confusion.

"This... this is impossible."

"Nothing is impossible."

A low voice spoke. Fu Juemin slowly raised his head, revealing a handsome face that was as calm as it had been at the start.

’His [Defense] stat was a staggering 26 points. His Pharmacist Skill was at the Great Success stage, his Dragon Elephant Skill was at initial success, the toughness of his Tongxuan Body-Protecting Qi Membrane far surpassed that of a typical martial artist in the Late Stage of Tongxuan, and on top of that, he was in his Dual Soul Unity state...’

’If he could still be injured by a few Martial Artists who hadn’t even reached the Gratitude Sensing Realm, now *that* would be unreasonable.’

Fu Juemin had his palms pressed together, tightly clamping Qin Suyi’s sword tip between them, preventing it from advancing another inch.

Suddenly, he released his palms and slowly straightened up. The Dragon Elephant Harmony Rune on his body rapidly faded away.

Fu Juemin stretched slightly, and a sound like a massive machine being wound tight emanated from within his body.

"Now... it’s my turn."

As his voice fell, Fu Juemin raised his hand to form a seal. Instantly, countless streams of air seemed to converge in his palm.

He suddenly ignored Qin Suyi before him and, without warning, spun around and sent a palm strike straight at Zhou Feibai.

Covering Sea!

It was like a monstrous tidal wave rising from a calm sea. Zhou Feibai’s face fell, and he subconsciously met the attack with a palm of his own.

BANG!

Palm met palm, erupting in a dull boom.

It was followed by the sharp CRACK of breaking bone. Zhou Feibai let out a muffled grunt, his entire right arm twisting at an unnatural angle. He stumbled back three steps, his face instantly ashen.

But before he could even catch his breath, Fu Juemin pressed his attack with another palm seal.

"Bengshan!"

Zhou Feibai’s expression was one of pure horror. This time, he met the blow with his left fist.

"Shocking Dragon Sting!"

BANG!

A shockwave of qi erupted. Zhou Feibai was sent flying backward like a kite with a snapped string, spraying a ghastly arc of blood through the air.

He crashed heavily to the ground, but before he could get up, his vision was completely engulfed by a rapidly expanding shadow.

Within the shadow, Fu Juemin’s eyes flashed as he closed in like a phantom.

"Bound...less!"

BOOM—!

Stone shrapnel flew as dust and smoke billowed once more!

When the dust settled slightly, Fu Juemin could be seen slowly exhaling as he pulled his arm, bit by bit, from Zhou Feibai’s chest.

Casually flicking the blood from his fingers, Fu Juemin’s figure blurred, and he reappeared phantom-like before Qin Suyi.

The woman was only just now recovering from the shock of seeing Zhou Feibai killed by three consecutive strikes.

As she raised her eyes to Fu Juemin, her face was filled with nothing but an unspeakable, profound horror.

She instinctively tried to flee, but Fu Juemin reached out. For a moment, his arm seemed to inexplicably lengthen. His hand, like a vice, clamped onto the nape of Qin Suyi’s neck and yanked her back.

Fu Juemin clenched his fist. PUFF—CRACK! With two sharp sounds, he crushed her Protective Qi Membrane, then with a final SNAP, he casually broke her neck.

He plucked the Jade Token from her waist and casually tossed her body aside.

After all that, Fu Juemin calmly continued his ascent.

One step, two steps, three steps...

He finally set foot on the summit of the Xuanwu Platform.

On the platform, Zhao Jigang’s expression was grim, but he remained seated in the Taishi Chair.

Fu Juemin opened his hand. In his palm lay three freshly claimed purple Jade Tokens.

He slowly closed his fingers around them.

CRUNCH...

Fine jade dust, like sand, poured silently from between his fingers.

He raised his eyes slightly, looking at Zhao Jigang, who was slowly rising to his feet. His voice was so quiet that only the two of them could hear.

"Last... one."