Ruins Sea.
Nine Layers Land Ruins.
A new storm has already appeared, how can we stop moving forward.
"Luo Yan, Thunder God, Demon Cave Swordsman, Heart-Pulling Old Demon, Lady Sword, Eagle Claw King, Taixuzi, Demon Monk!"
"Yishan Daoist is already the ninth one!"
Yan Chuan looked at the task, long since numb.
He is now uninterested in any military merit or heavy treasure, more absorbed in the martial arts lecture.
As time flies by, and with the earth-shattering movements here at Nine Layers Land, more and more High Rank Divine Generals gather, already exceeding four hundred thousand. This is Yan Chuan's most precious wealth, his true benefit.
Therefore.
Yan Chuan rarely kills; facing the attacks of endless High Rank Divine Generals from all directions, he simply evades constantly, having "Wave Riding Micro Steps" at his disposal, Yan Chuan is at ease, his movement technique ever-changing.
He concentrates True Qi into the meridians of his legs, instantly bursting with powerful strength, moving swiftly like a phantom.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
Each move stirs a breeze, the hem of his garment fluttering, as if merging with Returning Ruins Chaos.
His silhouette instantly splits into several phantom shadows, these phantoms are not merely visual remnants, but temporarily condensed by True Qi, possessing a certain deception and intimidation.
This inspiration is derived from Yishan Daoist's "Douluo Hand," absorbed and turned into Yan Chuan's own.
In the eyes of High Rank Divine Generals from all directions, multiple Yan Chuans seem to appear simultaneously, each phantom's actions and posture so vivid, it's hard to distinguish real from fake.
During movement, Yan Chuan's figure is unpredictable, appearing and disappearing, as if shuttling in void.
His steps are as light as a feather falling, yet as swift as lightning.
High Rank Divine Generals from all directions try to keep their gaze fixed, but the numerous phantoms make their eyes dizzy, their eyes quickly rotate, attempting to capture Yan Chuan's real position, only to be distracted by the phantoms.
"Kill!"
"Kill kill kill kill!"
They attempt to attack any possible real figure, but end up just slashing through chaos, emitting futile howls.
Yan Chuan doesn't kill them.
They also can't touch Yan Chuan.
Hello!
I'm great!
Everyone's great!
Yan Chuan's figure, intertwining illusion and reality!
His footwork is extremely subtle, sometimes light as illusion, True Qi flowing beneath his feet like a trickling stream, his steps seem to merely graze the ground without raising a whisper of wind.
Seemingly casual and carefree, causing the High Rank Divine Generals from all directions to mistake it for a feigned attack, thus easing their vigilance and shifting the focus of their defense elsewhere.
Then, the next moment—
Boom!
True Qi suddenly bursts forth, like a roaring torrent, footsteps heavy as reality, the power instantly concentrated at the point of attack. This change comes unexpectedly, without forewarning.
High Rank Divine Generals from all directions find it hard to differentiate real attacks in an instant, often realizing Yan Chuan's true intent only after misjudging.
Fortunately, Yan Chuan doesn't kill, he merely repels the enemy, after being scared once, each one becomes more focused, more focused to listen to Yan Chuan's martial arts lecture!
"Mutual Teaching and Learning"!
Feedback surges!
Yan Chuan is delighted!
Yet his figure keeps shifting, left and right indistinctly, his movement to the left and right reaches an astonishing speed.
True Qi circulates within him like surging tides, instantly changing direction without hindrance.
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Appearing on the left side, a palm wind howls, carrying fierce True Qi impact.
Yan Chuan's palm is like burning flame, True Qi flows in his palm, forcing High Rank Divine Generals from all directions to hastily raise their arms in defense, muscles tightening, veins bulging.
Yet.
In an instant, Yan Chuan flashes to the right side, sword finger aimed at the throat, speed so fast, it leaves only a blurred light trail.
The True Qi at his fingertips gathers into a sharp edge, seemingly capable of penetrating anything.
High Rank Divine Generals from all directions quickly switch their focus from left to right, their eye movement hardly keeping up with Yan Chuan's figure changes.
Of course.
Yan Chuan rarely kills; his attacks are merely reminders, unless someone is stubbornly absent-minded, repeatedly zoning out, Yan Chuan might get angry enough to hurt or kill, otherwise, in most cases, it's just a friendly reminder, urging them to seriously listen to the lecture, that's all.
Yan Chuan advances and retreats with impermanence.
His True Qi flows freely in the leg meridians, switching between advancing and retreating without pattern.
Swish!
Crash!
Suddenly charging forward like a fierce leopard, imposing and aggressive. Body leaning forward, steps powerfully grounded, each step stirs chaos to rise.
True Qi surges within, yet at the moment of contact with a High Rank Divine General, Yan Chuan reverses the direction of his body movement with True Qi, retreating rapidly.
This change completes in an instant, like a fish in a rapid stream suddenly turning around.
High Rank Divine Generals from all directions find their attacks in vain.
Hey!
Just teasing you!
Yan Chuan is unpredictable, meticulously directing True Qi throughout his body, precisely controlling the rise and fall of his figure.
His figure shifts abruptly, possibly leaping into the air like a soaring bird.
True Qi erupts beneath his feet, elevating his body high, with graceful posture and smooth moves, the palm wind fierce, accompanied by the sound of whistling.
Immediately, he stoops down, adhering closely like a slippery loach.
True Qi swiftly transfers beneath, making his body lightly adhere to the bottom chaos.
Illusion and reality!
Left and right!
High and low!
Yan Chuan plays "Impermanence" with finesse, but it's not over, there's more!
But behold, Yan Chuan's speed is irregular, his control over True Qi reaches a divine realm, allowing him to change movement speed as he wishes.
Boom!
Instant acceleration like a storm, True Qi gallops through meridians, body akin to an arrow leaving the bowstring, granting High Rank Divine Generals no time to react.
Yan Chuan's figure becomes blurred in an instant, leaving only an afterimage.
Then, he suddenly moves slowly, seemingly leisurely, yet True Qi flows inside at a gentle pace, under the calm surface hides surging power.
"Quick one moment!"
"Slow the next!"
"What's going on?!"
This rhythm change keeps the nerves of High Rank Divine Generals from all directions perpetually tense; the more tense they are, the more intently they can listen, and the more they focus on listening, the more feedback Yan Chuan's "Mutual Teaching and Learning" can receive.
"Good!"
"Very good!"
Yan Chuan laughs heartily, yet others have no idea what he's laughing about.
Especially the Yishan Daoist—
"That Yan Chuan!"
He is breaking through, his first vigilance is against Yan Chuan, but Yan Chuan doesn't come to kill him, instead, he plays around with the High Rank Divine Generals, leaving Yishan Daoist bewildered.
He observes Yan Chuan—
At times phantom flickers.
At times illusion and reality intertwine.
At times left and right indistinct.
At times advance and retreat with impermanence.
At times high and low unpredictable.
At times quick and slow irregular.
Truly strong!
Truly wonderful!
"Movement technique!"
"How can it be like this!"
"That Yan Chuan! No wonder he's the Living Yama! Merely with his movement technique, he's already able to stand above the crowd, able to be unmatched below the War God Realm, naturally placed in an invincible position!"
Even though Yishan Daoist is breaking through, for a moment he watches with rapt attention!
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