166: The sect relocated with great fanfare.

Unbeknownst to them, Ying Ziliang and the Buddhist Martial Saint had already fought for three hundred rounds.

With the Imperial Dynasty Luck bestowed upon him, he was like a golden War God; every move he made resonated with heaven and earth.

Between his punches and kicks, Dragon roars echoed, and his Aura was overwhelming.

In contrast, the Buddhist Martial Saint's expression grew increasingly grim.

The situation did not look good.

No, it looked terrible.

The energy within this kid seemed endless, showing no signs of depletion.

Instead, he seemed to grow more spirited with each blow, his punches landing heavier and heavier.

If this continued, he would be the first to collapse.

He had lived for two thousand years and had never seen such a bizarre Cultivation Technique.

"Junior Brothers, let's attack together and take down this scoundrel!"

The Martial Venerable, unable to secure a victory, grew anxious and finally cast aside his pride as a strong cultivator, letting out an angry roar.

The other Buddhist Martial Venerables, upon hearing him, all perked up and prepared to encircle him, each displaying their martial arts.

Ying Ziliang, seeing this, did not panic but instead smiled, a hint of arrogance on his face.

"Good, come!"

He stomped his foot, and an invisible Imperial Dynasty might swept out.

"Horse Tramples Rivers and Mountains!"

In an instant, the golden giant Dragon behind him let out an earth-shshattering roar, as if it had come alive, transforming into a thousand-man army, their iron hooves clanking, their Aura devouring everything like a tiger!

...

In the sky not far away, Lu Yuchen watched with great interest.

This kid indeed had quite an Aura when fighting.

"System, do you think I can also borrow the Tai Xuan Dynasty's Luck?" He asked in his mind, as he had nothing else to do.

"Ding! Yes."

"The Tai Xuan Dynasty is, in theory, the mortal branch of the Tai Xuan Immortal Sect.

As the Sect Master, the host naturally has the right to mobilize its Luck for battle."

"However, the host cannot Cultivate directly with the Imperial Dynasty Luck like Ying Ziliang."

"Alright, as long as I can fight, it's fine."

Lu Yuchen pouted; having it was better than not having it.

Time passed by second by second.

The battle's situation was no longer a stalemate.

Under Ying Ziliang's 'infinite mana' mode, the Buddhist side was steadily retreating.

Those weaker Martial Emperors were crushed one after another by the iron-hoofed torrent, turning into a sky full of blood mist.

In just the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

On the field, only a few Martial Venerables were still struggling to hold on.

But looking at their gasping, pale faces, they were clearly at their limits.

Those few Buddhist Martial Venerables were completely terrified.

One old monk, who seemed to be their leader, forcefully pushed back the Luck soldiers in front of him and shouted to Ying Ziliang:

"Benefactor! This matter might be a misunderstanding! We are willing to cease hostilities and turn hostility into friendship, how about it?"

Ying Ziliang ignored him completely, his offensive growing even fiercer.

Misunderstanding?

Now they want to say it's a misunderstanding? Too late!

Fierce attack!

"You brat! Do you truly wish to be irreconcilable with my Buddhist Sect?!"

Seeing that peace was hopeless, the Martial Venerables' eyes filled with extreme madness and venom.

They no longer held back, each burning their essence blood and unleashing their trump card, life-risking secret techniques.

Unfortunately, in the face of absolute Luck suppression, everything was futile.

Half an hour later.

The sounds of battle gradually subsided.

Of the five Buddhist Martial Venerables, only the old monk who first spoke, Du'e, was still barely clinging to life.

He was covered in blood, one arm broken, and his Aura was weak.

"You little beast..."

The old monk stared at Ying Ziliang, his eyes filled with unwillingness.

"You wait! My Buddhist Sect will never let you go! Little Thunderclap Temple will definitely avenge us!"

He suddenly closed his eyes tightly and quickly tapped the twelve acupoints around his body.

His remaining Internal Energy raged within him; Lu Yuchen immediately saw that he intended to self-destruct and perish with Ying Ziliang.

Just a second before he detonated his Internal Energy.

Lu Yuchen made his move.

His violent Internal Energy was instantly restrained as if it had been firmly gripped by an invisible giant hand from the heavens.

"What?!"

The old monk turned his head.

He saw Lu Yuchen standing in the Void Realm in the sky not far away, his raised hand still in a clenched posture.

He just stood there quietly, a harmless smile on his face.

The old monk felt as if he had sunk into a black hole.

He finally understood.

Within this Imperial City, such a terrifying existence was hidden!

"Pfft!"

Before he could think further, a sharp sword light flashed across his brow.

Ying Ziliang's Yujian Technique took his last shred of life.

At this point, all the Buddhist experts were annihilated!

A few seconds after the battle ended.

The entire Imperial City erupted in cheers like a mountain roaring and a sea raging.

"Your Majesty is mighty!"

"Tai Xuan is invincible!"

Countless streams of Power Of Faith converged into the golden Luck Dragon hovering above the Imperial City.

The golden Dragon let out an earth-shattering roar and solidified further.

Boom!

Within Ying Ziliang's body, a golden magical power imbued with the Imperial Dao circulated throughout his body.

His Realm began to soar.

By the time the magical power settled down.

Purple Mansion Fifth Layer!

He had actually stepped into the Middle Stage of the Purple Mansion in one go.

Not far away, Lu Yuchen watched this scene, filled with envy, jealousy, and hatred.

This was what a life with cheats was like.

"System! This isn't fair! Why does he, an Outer Sect Disciple, get to upgrade, while I, the Sect Master, don't even get a hair's worth of return?!"

"Ding! As previously stated, the rules are such.

Only Personal Disciples can trigger returns."

"Damn it!"

Lu Yuchen cursed under his breath, and then a brilliant idea instantly formed in his mind.

...

Ying Ziliang slowly reined in his Aura, forcefully suppressing the ecstasy in his heart, and came before Lu Yuchen and Pavilion Master Ling Yixue.

He had expected to receive praise from the Sect Master.

Who would have thought that he would be greeted by Lu Yuchen's face, which was filled with "seriousness"?

"Ying Ziliang."

"This Disciple is here!"

"From today onwards, you shall be my Tai Xuan Immortal Sect's... seventh Personal Disciple."

What?!

Ying Ziliang's mind buzzed.

He stared blankly at Lu Yuchen, his eyes instantly filled with boundless ecstasy and disbelief.

Personal Disciple!

He... he had actually become the Sect Master's Personal Disciple?!

"Thud!"

With a dull thud, this Tai Xuan Xuan Emperor, who had just now shaken all directions and slain several Martial Venerables, actually went weak at the knees and knelt on the ground!

A majestic seven-foot man, at this moment, was crying like a three-hundred-pound child.

"This Disciple... This Disciple Ying Ziliang, kowtows to Revered Master!"

He kowtowed three resounding times to Lu Yuchen.

And Lu Yuchen, at this moment, had long since cast aside Ying Ziliang's touching "Disciple initiation scene."

His eyes shone, and in his heart, only one thought echoed frantically—

Return!

Quick!

Give me the return!