203: Mysterious Young Master Yan Xingge

Feng Yutao scrutinized the handsome youth before him, unable to help but raise an eyebrow slightly.

The youth merely rubbed his nose and asked again: "Hello, may I ask if you have seen my wives? They got separated from me, and I was wondering where I might find them?"

Feng Yutao's expression darkened: "Who are your wives?"

"My wives? Let me think, it has been a long time since I last saw them." The youth feigned deep thought, then replied.

"I don't really know how to describe them, but in short, they are stunning beauties, the kind you can't forget after just one look."

"I'm sorry, I haven't seen your wives. Please leave quickly. There will be a great battle here soon, and I do not wish to involve any innocents."

Having said that, Feng Yutao closed his eyes once more, ignoring the strange youth.

Hearing this, the youth took the initiative to ask: "May I ask, Fellow Daoist, who are you waiting to duel?"

Feng Yutao opened his eyes: "What business is that of yours?"

The youth replied: "Fellow Daoist, please do not misunderstand. I am Yan Xingge, a twenty-eighth generation Disciple of the Maoshan Sect. I observe that your forehead is dark, suggesting you may soon face a bloody disaster. If you cancel this duel, you could turn this danger into safety. Otherwise, you might die young, leaving behind endless trouble."

"Hmm?" Feng Yutao mused. "Did Shen Lian send you?"

"Who is Shen Lian?" Yan Xingge looked completely bewildered.

Feng Yutao immediately released a powerful Aura Pressure. "Go back and tell Shen Lian that the hatred between him and me can only end in death!"

But the next moment, Feng Yutao felt a trace of surprise.

His Limit-Breaking Realm Aura Pressure had swept through, yet this Yan Xingge was completely unaffected, causing him to harbor some doubts about the youth's strength.

Yan Xingge lowered his head to think, then spread his hands with a look of regret: "I'm sorry, but in my list of friends, there really isn't anyone named Shen Lian. I think you must have made a mistake."

Feng Yutao turned his back: "Regardless of whether what you say is true or false, the duel will absolutely not be cancelled!"

Yan Xingge spread his hands: "That is truly a pity. How about you let me handle this business instead?"

"What business?"

"I have divined that after you die, there will be no one to collect your corpse. It just so happens that I provide a complete funeral service. As long as you are willing to pay me, I will arrange your affairs properly. Why don't you tell me about your family and descendants? If there is any inheritance or the like, I can also draw up a will on your behalf..."

"Insolent!" Feng Yutao was enraged and struck out with a backhand palm directly at Yan Xingge.

"Geez, what are you getting so angry for? I was just stating the facts!" Facing the ferocious palm strike, Yan Xingge stepped with his movement technique, dodging it without any danger.

"Shocking Palm: Azure Wave Vortex!" Seeing that one Move failed to subdue his opponent, Feng Yutao struck out with another palm.

"Sigh, what kind of person is this? Are young people these days always this confident?" Yan Xingge spoke lightly, taking the opponent's palm force head-on with his bare hands.

Boom~ A vortex of Qi exploded on Twin Peaks.

"Ah, fine, just count me as dead, okay? How inexplicable. It's hard to advise a ghost that is determined to die..." Yan Xingge used the momentum to leap into the Void Realm, falling rapidly down the cliff.

Feng Yutao immediately walked to the edge of the cliff and looked down. He saw only clouds and mist swirling, layer upon layer, but he could no longer see Yan Xingge's figure.

"A strange person. Who exactly is this Yan Xingge?" Feng Yutao felt it was all very inexplicable regarding this character who had suddenly appeared. After a moment of contemplation, he did not dwell on it further.

At the foot of Twin Peaks...

"Damn it, I finally climbed a mountain, and I get thrown off just like that?"

"Also, why did I hold back? Sigh, forget it..."

Yan Xingge, having fallen from a great height, landed steadily on the ground without a single injury. After rising with a kip-up, he rubbed his chin and looked around.

"This continent is truly rich in Spiritual Qi, but the air emits a strong, irritable aura. It seems that a bloody storm will surely occur on this land before long. I must find them before that happens."

Thinking of this, Yan Xingge closed his eyes and pondered for a moment.

"There seems to be something wrong in the southeast direction. I might as well go take a look there first." With his thoughts locked, Yan Xingge immediately headed toward the Sanctuary...

Meanwhile, inside the speeding netherworld chariot, Shen Lian sat quietly in deep thought, preparing to go to Twin Peaks for the appointment.

Being able to exchange Moves with such an expert naturally made Shen Lian's blood boil with excitement.

This was the battle he had been most looking forward to since coming to this world.

Fighting to the death, gambling with his life. That was the path of cultivation he pursued the most.

However, despite his boiling blood, he had not lost his reason.

The enemy was strong and he was weak; the huge gap in their cultivation Foundation could not be bridged in a short time. To win, he had to take extreme measures.

"Feng Yutao's palm force is incomparably thick and powerful; it is a rare existence within the Limit-Breaking Realm."

"Since the gap in cultivation Foundation cannot be bridged, I can only fight extreme with extreme."

Shen Lian recalled the palm strike he had received by the seaside in his mind.

"In the path of martial arts, extreme rigidity is easily broken; even if one primarily cultivates Daoist methods, it is the same."

"However, within that fierce palm force, there was a deep power of the ocean tide, which made up for this flaw."

"Seven Yangs and three Yins, softness within rigidity; the fierce palm technique exudes a trace of coldness, making it hard for people to easily detect."

Thinking of this, Shen Lian ordered the netherworld chariot to stop. He lifted the curtain, only to find himself in a desolate valley swamp.

Stepping onto the muddy swamp, Shen Lian's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Swamps belong to Earth, but also appropriately to Water. If a Mortal falls into one, it is difficult to take even a single step, hmm..."

With a murmur, Shen Lian suddenly raised his palm and waved. Instantly, the swamp stirred up a vortex of mud.

"Just as expected, but..."

The mud fell, splashing countless amounts of sludge, all of which slammed against the protective true energy seven feet in front of Shen Lian.

"Even if I can break Feng Yutao's palm force, how can I bridge the gap in Foundation?"

While thinking, Shen Lian gradually fell into his own consciousness and began to deduce.

In his consciousness, he was already on Twin Peaks, beginning to fight against Feng Yutao.

Between punches and palms, setting aside the comparison of Foundation, the Moves of both were evenly matched. After all, once cultivation reaches the Limit-Breaking Realm, the comparison of any ordinary Move depends entirely on the depth of one's own Foundation to determine the final outcome.

"Since I cannot win with punches and palms, the only way is to rely on strange Moves to turn the tide of battle."

Opening his eyes again, Shen Lian already had a decision in his heart.

"Rather than thinking blindly here, it's better to... wait..."

Suddenly, Shen Lian noticed that after the carriage wheels drove, they left trails of splashed filth in the mud, making the surrounding area a mess.

"I have it, hahaha!"

In an instant, Shen Lian curled his lips, having found a method for certain victory in his heart.

"Feng Yutao, let's see if you dare to gamble your life with me!"

The next moment, Shen Lian returned to the carriage and began to circulate his true energy to try the method to defeat Feng Yutao. The netherworld chariot sped forward, heading straight toward Twin Peaks.

...

Three days later, in front of Twin Peaks, after learning the news that Feng Yutao and Shen Lian were to duel here, Cultivators from all walks of life gathered within a ten-mile radius to observe this rare, arduous battle together.

One was the head of the Seven Sages of Penglai, the other was a Devil Head whose fierce reputation had spread far recently.

The extreme collision between the two naturally attracted the high attention of the entire Eastern Region's cultivation world.

In the crowd, the figures of Xu Feifei and Tang Jue appeared.

The two wanted to see with their own eyes the humble appearance of Shen Lian before his death.