Chapter 412: Zen Master Qizhen

In a flash, Liang Yu arrived at the familiar back mountain.

He looked calm and determined, slowly raising his hand.

In an instant, the wind and clouds changed color, and the sky shone brightly as a dazzling golden light pillar descended with a roar.

Accompanied by earth-shattering roars, within the light, the Emperor Armor Beast—Light Emperor War Dragon—appeared majestically.

It was surrounded by sacred and majestic golden flames, its dragon scales shimmering with a metallic luster, each one seemingly containing endless power.

Its massive dragon head was raised towards the sky, and as its whiskers swayed, it seemed to control the order of heaven and earth.

In the Light Emperor War Dragon’s eyes, a wise and sharp light flickered, scanning everything around it. It spread its colossal dragon wings, which covered the sky and obscured the sun, and with a gentle flap, it stirred up a gust of wind, sweeping the sand and stones from the ground into the air.

The War Dragon’s tail was like a golden divine whip, waving golden phantoms in the air.

The powerful aura it emitted made the surrounding dark forces tremble.

At this moment, it descended from the sky along the light pillar, coming to hover beside Liang Yu.

After the Emperor War Dragon descended, it hovered around Liang Yu, encircling him.

And the celestial phenomenon above disappeared after the divine dragon descended; Liang Yu didn’t believe that this wouldn’t attract Zen Master Qizhen.

The back mountain was tranquil and deep, with a thin mist lingering all around, adding a touch of mystery to this already enigmatic place.

As expected, not long after the peculiar phenomenon vanished, Zen Master Qizhen, in a simple robe, appeared lightly before the Mountain Cave.

The Zen Master’s face was thin, his expression serene, but his eyes held a profound depth that seemed to see through everything.

When he arrived, his gaze instantly fell upon the awe-inspiring golden dragon. The golden dragon’s body was massive, emitting a faint glow, and its whiskers trembled slightly, as if alive. At this moment, the golden dragon was quietly coiled, its head held high, seemingly guarding something.

And Liang Yu was within the golden dragon’s massive body; he grinned when he saw Zen Master Qizhen, knowing that he would definitely come.

Liang Yu’s aura flowed around him, subtly resonating with the golden dragon.

Zen Master Qizhen frowned slightly, took a few steps forward, and clasped his hands together, showing great apprehension towards the dragon and the man before him.

Liang Yu waved his hand, and the Light Emperor War Dragon vanished from Zen Master Qizhen’s sight.

This sudden change made an alarm bell ring in Zen Master Qizhen’s heart; he was about to say something, but just as the words reached his lips, he saw Liang Yu move.

A breath later, Liang Yu, wearing the Ultimate Emperor Armor, appeared before him, his fist, as big as a casserole, smashing towards Zen Master Qizhen’s face.

Zen Master Qizhen sidestepped, easily avoiding the punch.

But Liang Yu, having gained momentum, pressed on relentlessly, his fist winds following like a shadow. Zen Master Qizhen, left with no choice, pushed out a gentle force with both palms to resist.

Zen Master Qizhen then perfectly blocked Liang Yu’s storm-like assault.

Liang Yu’s attack was fierce, his fist winds whistling, yet it felt as if he was striking a ball of cotton, unable to advance even an inch.

Zen Master Qizhen’s sleeves fluttered as he gracefully neutralized Liang Yu’s moves, then his figure flickered, disappearing from Liang Yu’s sight like a wisp of smoke.

Liang Yu was startled, recovering from the strange movement technique. Indeed, the opponent had some tricks; he had witnessed Zen Master Qizhen’s speed before.

Suddenly, he keenly sensed a powerful aura approaching from behind him.

He instantly realized it was Zen Master Qizhen behind him. Without time to think, Liang Yu spun around abruptly, and a powerful force surged towards him.

Zen Master Qizhen clapped his palms together, and a massive palm print, carrying the force of overturning mountains and seas, struck towards him.

Where the palm print passed, the air seemed to ignite, emitting a sizzling sound.

However, this was merely it; the current Liang Yu didn’t think much of the opponent, as for him now, it was simply a bit too weak.

After blocking the enormous palm print, he gathered strength in his right hand and unleashed a full-power strike forward; at this moment, the Emperor Fist reappeared.

The wind howled, and the fist wind, carrying immense power, created a massive fist shadow like a collapsing mountain, pressing directly towards Zen Master Qizhen, instantly shattering the palm print he had launched.

The fist shadow’s momentum remained undiminished, striking towards Zen Master Qizhen with an unstoppable force.

Zen Master Qizhen’s pupils sharply contracted, a rare look of solemnity appearing on his face; he knew well the astonishing power contained within this punch.

Feeling the powerful oppressive force bearing down on him, he faced it as if confronting a formidable enemy, not daring to show the slightest slack.

Zen Master Qizhen lightly tapped the ground with his toes, and his entire being, like a nimble swallow, executed that elusive movement technique.

His figure left behind illusory afterimages in his original spot, dodging with an unpredictable trajectory.

Liang Yu’s fist wind grazed his robe, tearing off tiny shreds of fabric.

However, Liang Yu’s punch was a continuous assault; wherever his fist wind reached, the surrounding air hummed.

Although Zen Master Qizhen skillfully dodged with his movement technique, he gradually felt the strain.

With each dodge, he had to precisely grasp the timing and direction; a slight misstep could lead to being struck by the fierce fist shadow.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, yet he remained fully focused, his gaze fixed on Liang Yu’s fist, constantly adjusting his posture in this critical moment, trying to find a moment to breathe and escape this relentless, deadly attack.

Seeing Zen Master Qizhen in this state, Liang Yu hadn’t used any of his abilities, not even the Emperor Magnetic Field to boost himself and suppress Zen Master Qizhen, nor had he brought out the Aurora Shield or Aurora Sword, let alone his ultimate moves.

It was no exaggeration to say that Liang Yu now felt he could take on at least ten Zen Master Qizhen.

Zen Master Qizhen, having barely dodged Liang Yu’s full-power strike, reached a safe position, and at this moment, he grew even more wary of the armored person before him.

It wasn’t that he had no backup plans, but Zen Master Qizhen’s intuition told him that even if he used them, it would be futile.

And luckily, the other party didn’t seem to have any killing intent towards him, which he couldn’t understand, because the other party went to such great lengths, seemingly just to lure him over for a beating.

He couldn’t fathom this at all; he had always been in the Zen Temple and hadn’t offended anyone.

Liang Yu, after giving Zen Master Qizhen a moment to breathe, attacked him again. He knew the other party was holding back, and this time, he wanted to force out Zen Master Qizhen’s full strength.

This time, Liang Yu placed his hands in front of him, and a Tai Chi Yin-Yang symbol appeared before him. Zen Master Qizhen, seeing it, dared not be negligent at all.

He had just thought Liang Yu had no killing intent towards him, but moments later, he was proven wrong.