Chapter 143 Strolling leisurely amidst a sea of ​​soldiers, the insidious palm strike transforms into divine skill.

Power-Dissolving Technique!

This sinister, miraculous technique, originating from the Xiaoyao Sect, had reached a terrifying level in the hands of Great Grandmaster Emperor Liu Sheng.

He walked as if strolling in his own courtyard; wherever he passed, enemies were either dead or wounded.

Those black-clad warriors were like fallen leaves in an autumn wind, easily swept away in large swaths by him.

The once surging tide of people saw their offensive stall.

Everyone looked with fearful eyes—as if gazing at a monster—at that figure in green robes, moving calmly through the crowd.

They began to hesitate, began to retreat.

The color had long since drained from the face of Heir of Chu Zhao Qian.

Watching his subordinates, of whom he was so proud, fall row by row like wheat, the sliver of luck and madness in his heart was finally replaced by boundless fear.

"Trash! A bunch of trash!"

He retreated in a panic, screaming shrilly at the two "Great Gods" who had not yet made a move.

"Master Kumu! Master Maitreya! If you do not strike now, when will you?"

Following Heir of Chu Zhao Qian's shrill scream, the two figures that had been lying in wait finally moved.

"Amitabha, little benefactor, your murderous nature is too heavy."

A Buddhist chant, like a great bell, resounded through the valley.

The fat old man "Maitreya," who had been smiling all along, had appeared on Emperor Liu Sheng's left side before anyone knew it.

He still wore that smiling expression, but there was not a trace of laughter in his eyes, only gravity.

His fat body moved as fast as lightning.

A palm as large as a cattail fan, carrying an aura as heavy as a mountain, struck down toward Emperor Liu Sheng.

Before the palm wind even arrived, the heavy pressure had already caused the snow on the ground to ripple outwards.

At the same time, an aura as cold and sinister as a poisonous snake struck silently from behind and to the right of Emperor Liu Sheng.

The old man who looked like dead wood had also moved, without anyone noticing.

In his hand appeared a long sword, black as ink and thin as a willow leaf.

The sword blade bore no luster, yet it emitted a heart-stopping aura of death.

The tip of the sword pointed directly at Emperor Liu Sheng's vital heart; it was silent and utterly ruthless!

The two Great Grandmasters, one left and one right, one front and one back, one forceful and one sinister, coordinated seamlessly.

As soon as they struck, it was a thunderous, fatal blow, sealing off all of Emperor Liu Sheng's escape routes.

The scattered warriors nearby, seeing the two honored guests finally make a move, perked up; they stopped in their tracks and surrounded him again, preparing to watch the show.

In their view, no matter how powerful this eunuch was, it was impossible for him to simultaneously withstand the joint attack of two Great Grandmasters of the same level.

However, facing this lethal trap, a smile that was almost excited appeared on Emperor Liu Sheng's face.

"Well come!"

He let out a long whistle, and at this moment, he pushed the internal energy of the Sunflower Heart Manual and the Power-Dissolving Technique within him to their absolute limit!

His figure suddenly became erratic and elusive.

Facing "Maitreya's" heavy and powerful palm, he did not dodge or avoid it, but met it with a palm of his own.

But his palm was not meeting force with force; instead, at the moment of contact, it became soft and weak, like a ball of cotton, gently guiding it aside.

"Bang!"

The two palms collided.

Maitreya only felt that his palm power, capable of splitting stone monuments, was like striking into a vortex; most of the force was deflected aside by a strange power.

At the same time, an insidious aura that dissolved internal energy was frantically drilling into his meridians along his palm.

Maitreya was terrified and hurriedly mobilized all his internal energy, barely managing to force that sinister internal energy out of his body.

Even so, he felt his arm go numb and his blood surge.

On the other side, Emperor Liu Sheng used the counter-shock force from clashing palms with Maitreya to drift backward like a ghost.

He perfectly avoided the old man Kumu's fatal sword strike.

The tip of the sword grazed his hem, tearing away a piece of cloth.

In a single move, fighting two opponents, he was not at a disadvantage at all!

Kumu and Maitreya exchanged a glance, and both saw deep shock in the other's eyes.

The strength of this young eunuch far exceeded their estimates!

The technique he used was incredibly strange.

His movement technique was a top-tier Daoist light-foot skill, elegant, agile, and swift as lightning.

And that palm power was even more sinister and domineering; not only could it dissolve the opponent's force, but it also carried a strange effect that eroded the enemy's internal energy.

This was clearly a perfect mastery of two completely different, and even somewhat mutually restraining, top-tier techniques!

"This person must not be left alive!"

This thought flashed through both their minds simultaneously.

They no longer probed and brought out their full strength.

Maitreya's palm technique became open and grand; every palm strike carried the sound of wind and thunder, striving to crush Emperor Liu Sheng with absolute power.

Kumu's sword technique was even more insidious and vicious, like maggots on a bone, specifically attacking Emperor Liu Sheng's vital points and the openings he revealed while protecting Princess Zhao Linger.

For a time, the three of them fought in a melee.

Palm winds howled, and sword qi crisscrossed.

The entire valley was filled with the terrifying energy generated by their combat.

The surrounding warriors could not intervene at all and could only retreat again and again, fearing they would be affected by the scattered energy.

Although Emperor Liu Sheng appeared to be handling it with ease, he gradually felt the pressure in his heart.

These two Great Grandmasters were old monsters who had been famous for a long time and had extremely rich combat experience.

One attacked, one supported; their coordination was airtight.

More importantly, he still had to divide a portion of his focus to protect Princess Zhao Linger behind him, ensuring she would not be harmed by the aftermath of the battle.

This prevented him from fighting with full force.

If this continued, it would be extremely disadvantageous for him.

He had to finish the fight quickly!

A cold light flashed in Emperor Liu Sheng's eyes, and he already had a plan in mind.

He deliberately slowed his movement by half a beat, appearing to have a slight pause while blocking one of Maitreya's heavy palm strikes.

This opening was extremely small and fleeting.

But for a top-tier killer like Kumu, it was already enough!

"Die!"

A cruel joy burst forth in Kumu's eyes.

He seized this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and poured all his internal energy into the thin sword in his hand.

Following the sword, he turned into a black bolt of lightning, piercing straight toward Emperor Liu Sheng's heart!

He felt as if he could already see his sword piercing the eunuch's heart in the next second.

However, at the very moment his sword tip was about to touch the clothes on Emperor Liu Sheng's back.

Emperor Liu Sheng's body twisted around forcibly at an angle that completely defied common sense.

He did not bother with that fatal sword strike.

Instead, he extended his left hand, meeting Kumu's sword-wielding arm as fast as lightning.

In mid-air, that palm had already turned pitch black, emitting a heart-stopping aura that devoured everything.

The Power-Dissolving Technique was running at full power!

Kumu's internal alarm bells rang loudly; he realized he had fallen into a trap!

The eunuch had deliberately shown an opening to lure him into attacking with full force!

He wanted to withdraw his sword to defend, but it was already too late.

He could only watch helplessly as that pitch-black palm lightly touched his arm and withdrew.

There was no violent collision, and it didn't even make a sound.

However, the moment that palm touched his arm.

Kumu's expression changed drastically!

He only felt that the internal energy within his body was like a bursting river finding an outlet, completely uncontrollably rushing frantically toward the point on his arm that had been touched!

And then it disappeared without a trace!

In the blink of an eye, he felt his dantian empty, and waves of indescribable weakness and powerlessness spread through his limbs and bones.

"My... my internal energy..."

Unprecedented horror and despair appeared in Kumu's eyes.