Ocean Wave Conception Overwhelms Six Divine Strengths!

"It's Hero Zhuang!" "Hero Zhuang is finally here!" "Miaoshou Garden is saved!" Everyone from Miaoshou Garden was overwhelmed with joy. Zhuang Thirteen! Even though none of them had ever laid eyes on Zhuang Thirteen, they knew without a doubt that now that he had appeared, he would surely save them. A great name cast a long shadow. The instant Zhuang Thirteen arrived, hope reignited in everyone's hearts. Fierce against evil, righteous and bold to the core! Such was Zhuang Thirteen's current renown. In all of Nanyang Prefecture, no name rang louder than his. Lu Changsheng walked forward step by step. Right now, he was neither Dao Twelve nor Lu Changsheng—he was the righteous Hero Zhuang Thirteen. Seeing the corpses strewn across the grounds of Miaoshou Garden, his expression darkened. "Slaughtering so many physicians of Miaoshou Garden is hardly the conduct of an honorable man." "Give your name, lest you become an unnamed ghost under Zhuang's sword!" Anyone could see that "Zhuang Thirteen" was consumed by fury, radiating chilling murderous intent. "So you truly are Zhuang Thirteen." Guo Jiuling's eyes narrowed slightly, and he said in a low, heavy voice, "This master is Guo Jiuling, Master of Liyang Cave under the Dalong Heavenly Cult! Zhuang Thirteen, my purpose here is only to find the culprit who murdered my disciple, Li Ji. It has nothing to do with you. Do you truly intend to make an enemy of my Dalong Heavenly Cult for the sake of these ordinary people?" At first, Guo Jiuling had considered Zhuang Thirteen beneath his notice. How strong could a Divine Strength Realm martial artist from some backwater corner possibly be? Yet when Zhuang Thirteen's sword strike had flashed toward him earlier, Guo Jiuling had felt a flicker of genuine apprehension. That strike was far from weak! "You do not represent the Dalong Heavenly Cult. At most, you represent Liyang Cave," Lu Changsheng countered coldly. "Of the Blood Fiend Sect and the Myriad Poison Cult's Yancheng stronghold that Zhuang has wiped out, which one was inferior to your Liyang Cave?" "For slaughtering indiscriminately in Nanyang City, you deserve to die!" Lu Changsheng's gaze grew increasingly frigid. He knew of the Dalong Heavenly Cult; it was a formidable power in the martial world. However, it commanded far too many subordinate factions. The so-called Seven Islands and Thirty-Six Caves were merely subsidiary forces under its banner. A single Liyang Cave was not entitled to borrow the tiger's majesty of the Dalong Heavenly Cult. "You!" A sinister aura flared in Guo Jiuling's eyes. Ever since he had become the Master of Liyang Cave, who had dared speak to him with such insolence? Yet before Guo Jiuling could say another word, "Zhuang Thirteen" moved. *Boom!* Lu Changsheng threw a punch. A roar echoed within his body as he unleashed the First Transformation without hesitation. With a thirty percent boost to his physical body, the strike reached one hundred and four tripods of force, squarely placing him in the Hundred Tripods Realm! Guo Jiuling retaliated with a palm strike of his own. Fist and palm collided with violent force. *Hmm? As expected, the Hundred Tripods Realm!* Guo Jiuling's brow twitched slightly. He had already guessed Zhuang Thirteen was in the Hundred Tripods Realm, and testing the waters now confirmed it. Although he too was in the Hundred Tripods Realm, this realization put his mind at ease. Not all Hundred Tripods Realms were created equal. He hailed from the Dalong Heavenly Cult and possessed divine arts and secret methods; in terms of combat strength, he ranked among the finest in the Hundred Tripods Realm. What was a mere Zhuang Thirteen compared to that? "Rampaging through Nanyang Prefecture at the Hundred Tripods Realm is indeed respectable," Guo Jiuling sneered. "Unfortunately for you, you have crossed paths with me!" Lu Changsheng wasted no words. Having gauged his opponent's rough strength, he had no further need to hold back. *Rumble!* At that moment, thunder rumbled within Lu Changsheng's body. His qi and blood surged wildly. He instantly unleashed the Three Transformations of the Divine Dragon! His physical body was amplified twofold, reaching a terrifying two hundred and forty tripods of force! When his fist shot forth, it carried a vast, overwhelming momentum, crashing down upon Guo Jiuling like the weight of Mount Tai. In that split second, alarm bells shrieked in Guo Jiuling's mind. *How is this possible?!* Sensing the terrifying might behind Zhuang Thirteen's fist, Guo Jiuling could scarcely believe it. This definitely exceeded two hundred tripods! Did Zhuang Thirteen possess a secret method as well? Yet where could one find a secret method capable of granting such an absurd amplification? Let alone mastering it! It had taken Guo Jiuling several decades just to master a single secret method. "Blood Burning!" Guo Jiuling's qi and blood instantly boiled. He activated his secret method without hesitation, and his aura surged violently upward. *Bang!* The two clashed head-on once more. However, Guo Jiuling immediately felt a staggering disparity in power. It was not a slight gap—it was an insurmountable chasm. Even after activating his Blood Burning Secret Method, he barely approached two hundred tripods of force. Yet the power behind Zhuang Thirteen's fist visibly far surpassed two hundred tripods! *How can he be this strong?!* Even as the thought flashed through his mind, Guo Jiuling felt his arm snap instantly. If that terrifying force tore through his arm and landed on his chest, he would die! *I won't die! How could I die here?!* A supreme terror gripped him on the brink of death. Almost without thinking, Guo Jiuling unleashed a piercing screech. Yet as that screech reached Lu Changsheng's ears, it reverberated through his mind like the tolling of a great bronze bell. "Lin!" A single word—*Lin*—burst from Guo Jiuling's lips. That very syllable caused Lu Changsheng's body to freeze, his mind going utterly blank. During that momentary pause, Guo Jiuling retreated frantically. Even though his arm was broken and throbbed with excruciating pain, Guo Jiuling did not care in the slightest; his only thought was to get as far away from "Zhuang Thirteen" as possible. Moments later, Lu Changsheng regained his senses. He fixed his gaze on Guo Jiuling and said coldly, "The Nine-Word Thunder Sound Secret Method?" Lu Changsheng possessed the Nine-Word Thunder Sound Secret Method himself, but it was merely used to vibrate bones and internal organs—a supplementary training method meant for below the Divine Strength Realm. How could Guo Jiuling's version be employed in actual combat? It had even jolted him into temporary paralysis. Otherwise, that earlier punch would have certainly killed Guo Jiuling. Still shaken, Guo Jiuling was momentarily stunned by the question. "This is the Nine-Word Mantra Secret Method!" "Wait, how do you know of the Nine-Word Thunder Sound Secret Method?" "Back then, I sent Li Ji to seize the Nine-Word Thunder Sound Secret Method, but he ended up dead and the method was taken... Could it be that you were the one who killed Li Ji?!" Snapping back to reality, Guo Jiuling glared venomously at "Zhuang Thirteen." Lu Changsheng nodded. "Indeed. Li Ji was slain by Zhuang!" At once, Guo Jiuling's face turned even uglier. Meanwhile, Zheng Renxin and the others were left in a daze. "It was Hero Zhuang who saved us back then?" Zheng Renxin felt a strange sense of discrepancy. The build of the person who had killed Li Ji back then did not seem quite the same as Zhuang Thirteen's. However, disguises existed in this world. Moreover, that mysterious figure had used a short sword, and Zhuang Thirteen also wielded a short sword, which aligned perfectly. *Crack.* Guo Jiuling snapped his broken arm back into place. Taking a deep breath, he gradually reined in his fury. Only now did he begin to take Zhuang Thirteen truly seriously. Clearly, he had underestimated Zhuang Thirteen, and he had underestimated the martial artists of the world. In a true one-on-one duel, he was very likely no match for Zhuang Thirteen. With that in mind, Guo Jiuling sneered, "How much longer does your Myriad Poison Cult intend to wait?" "Are you waiting for Zhuang Thirteen to beat me to death?" "If so, I'll leave Zhuang Thirteen to your Myriad Poison Cult. I won't be accompanying you any longer!" Lu Changsheng did not seem surprised in the least. He raised his head, his gaze looking past Guo Jiuling toward the space behind him. Five shadowy figures stood there. *Tap, tap, tap.* Clear footsteps rang out as the five figures moved, stepping forth from the darkness of the night. "Cave Master Guo, I warned you long ago that Zhuang Thirteen was not one to be provoked, yet Cave Master Guo believed Liyang Cave's martial arts to be invincible under heaven and thought nothing of him." "Now Cave Master Guo knows how formidable Zhuang Thirteen truly is?" An unfamiliar voice sounded from among the five figures. "Hmph, Wang Jiudu, with a formidable enemy before us, what is the point of your cynical remarks?" Guo Jiuling snorted coldly. Soon, the five figures arrived beside Guo Jiuling. One of them, a middle-aged man carrying an air of refined grace, cupped his hands toward Lu Changsheng. "Wang Jiudu, Cult Master of the Myriad Poison Cult, greets Hero Zhuang!" Lu Changsheng's eyes narrowed slightly. "The Myriad Poison Cult, Liyang Cave..." "Good, you're all here." "Beating you all to death will resolve the trouble once and for all!" Lu Changsheng naturally knew why the Myriad Poison Cult had come. He had killed Zhao Wuji, a Guardian Elder of the Myriad Poison Cult and a Divine Strength Realm martial artist. Given the Myriad Poison Cult's reputation for seeking vengeance for the slightest grievance, how could they possibly let it slide? And now, their retaliation had arrived! "Kill!" Wang Jiudu, known as "Nine Poisons," naturally specialized in poison arts. The four Divine Strength Realm elders behind him pounced toward "Zhuang Thirteen" without hesitation, each unleashing the full force of their Divine Strength Realm qi, blood, and auras simultaneously. At the same time, Wang Jiudu released his own qi and blood outside his body. Strangely, it was not purely blood-red, but laced with threads of black. Poisonous! Even Wang Jiudu's qi and blood carried venom! Five Divine Strength Realm experts launched an attack against Lu Changsheng at once, their terrifying might crashing down like an overwhelming tidal wave. "Bring it on!" Lu Changsheng drew a deep breath. "Three Transformations of the Divine Dragon!" The next instant, Lu Changsheng threw a punch, directly unleashing the Three Transformations of the Divine Dragon within his body. A colossal force of two hundred and forty tripods slammed directly toward Wang Jiudu. Yet before Lu Changsheng could even reach him, the shroud of Wang Jiudu's externalized qi and blood enveloped him. Immediately, Lu Changsheng felt the circulation of his own qi and blood hitch slightly. Consequently, the power behind his punch was sharply diminished. Such was the nature of poison arts! To cultivate poison directly into one's qi and blood meant that even if he did not possess the Myriad Poison Physique, he was not far from it. Even so, though Lu Changsheng's qi and blood did not circulate as smoothly, his strike still carried nearly two hundred tripods of force. A terrifying gale blasted forward. None of the four Divine Strength Realm elders had reached the Hundred Tripods Realm, yet they managed to encircle Lu Changsheng from all sides. Lu Changsheng directed his fist at the closest elder, while the other three attacked him simultaneously from every direction, seemingly unconcerned whether Lu Changsheng killed that first elder or not. Lu Changsheng's brow furrowed slightly. He was certain that this punch would kill the Myriad Poison Cult elder before him. However, the attacks of the other three elders would also land squarely on his body. He was merely in the Divine Strength Realm; his power was overwhelmingly mighty, but his defenses were not invulnerable. If struck by three Divine Strength Realm elders at once, even if he did not die, he would certainly be wounded. At that point, wouldn't Wang Jiudu's bloodborne poison find an even easier opening to invade his system? *As long as I am faster than you, you won't be able to harm me!* A cold glint flashed through Lu Changsheng's eyes. Without the slightest hesitation, his fist plowed forward into the nearest elder. The outcome of this punch was never in doubt. Two hundred tripods of force erupted, snapping the elder's arm in an instant. Without losing any momentum, the fist smashed squarely into the Myriad Poison Cult elder's head. *Bang!* The skull burst apart instantly, red and white splattering across the ground. "Fourth Elder! How dare you!" Wang Jiudu's eyes went wide, looking as though they might spit fire. The Fourth Elder was dead! That was a Divine Strength Realm elder! How many Divine Strength Realm martial artists did the entire Myriad Poison Cult even have? Counting Zhao Wuji, "Zhuang Thirteen" had now killed two of their Divine Strength Realm experts—a loss that shook the very foundations of the cult! The other three elders had not expected "Zhuang Thirteen" to be so ferocious either, actually choosing to strike the Fourth Elder dead. Did Zhuang Thirteen truly intend to drag them down with him? "Die!" The three elders showed no hesitation. Since Zhuang Thirteen wanted mutual destruction, they naturally would not hold back. They would never let the Fourth Elder die in vain! The three Divine Strength Realm elders erupted with everything they had. Each possessed over fifty tripods of strength, and by activating their secret methods, every one of them approached nearly one hundred tripods of force. Wang Jiudu also unleashed his qi and blood maniacally, driving his bloodborne poison to corrode "Zhuang Thirteen" relentlessly. "Zhuang Thirteen is dead for sure!" Watching from a slight distance, Guo Jiuling saw the situation with absolute clarity. "Zhuang Thirteen" was undeniably ferocious, blowing apart a Divine Strength Realm martial artist with a single punch. Yet doing so had plunged him into a mortal trap. However, Lu Changsheng remained completely calm inside. Even as he felt the attacks of the three Divine Strength Realm elders close in at point-blank range, not a flicker of panic touched him. *Buzz.* Suddenly, a wondrous, mystical aura seemed to emanate from Lu Changsheng's body. Accompanied by this miraculous aura, everyone faintly heard the sound of crashing ocean waves. *Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!* They seemed to see colossal waves manifest in the sky, surging forward with tempestuous fury. In that instant, everyone was stunned by the sight of those towering waves. Their movements froze for a fraction of a second. Even the three elders were no exception. Only Lu Changsheng remained unaffected, for this was the Ocean Wave Conception! At the crucial juncture, Lu Changsheng had unleashed his Ocean Wave Conception. The surging, torrential waves immediately subdued the minds of the three elders on a spiritual level. Naturally, it could not hold them for long. Yet that single instant of hesitation was more than enough for Lu Changsheng. The Three Transformations of the Divine Dragon erupted within him once more as he threw three punches in rapid succession. *Boom! Boom! Boom!* All three punches shook heaven and earth. For these three punches were executed with Triple Waves! Each punch was aimed at a different elder. Even though the strikes were launched across distance, with the enhancement of the Ocean Wave Conception, Lu Changsheng's power could strike every elder across the empty air. Once these three punches landed, the three Myriad Poison Cult elders would surely die! "Fall back!" Wang Jiudu was the first to recover, instantly realizing the mortal danger the three elders were in. Yet no matter how fast they were, could they outrun Lu Changsheng's fists? "Lin!" Suddenly, that familiar sound rang in Lu Changsheng's ears once more. Lu Changsheng's entire body shuddered, and the three punches he was about to unleash vanished without a trace. *Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!* The three Myriad Poison Cult elders retreated frantically, putting distance between themselves and "Zhuang Thirteen." Only when they came to a halt did they stare at him, shaken to the core. They had been a hair's breadth from death! Just moments ago, five Divine Strength Realm martial artists had been besieging "Zhuang Thirteen" together. Not only had one of them been killed, but the remaining three had nearly been struck dead as well! Who could have imagined Zhuang Thirteen was strong to such a degree? It was simply terrifying! "A martial conception... Zhuang Thirteen has actually comprehended a martial conception!" Wang Jiudu spoke each word heavily. A martial conception! Among Divine Strength Realm martial artists, not one in a hundred could comprehend a martial conception! Even though Wang Jiudu sat upon the Myriad Poison Cult's centuries of heritage and countless divine arts and secret methods, he had still failed to comprehend one. Who would have thought that a mere Divine Strength Realm martial artist from Nanyang Prefecture had actually achieved it? "Guo Jiuling!" Lu Changsheng's gaze locked onto Guo Jiuling in an instant. Even from a distance, that man had been able to affect him using the Nine-Word Mantra. The Nine-Word Mantra was truly miraculous, capable of making him lose focus for a brief instant. Yet in that single instant, many of Lu Changsheng's techniques were rendered unusable. And between top experts, a single instant could decide life or death. Wang Jiudu glanced at "Zhuang Thirteen," then back at Guo Jiuling, before saying in a grave voice, "Cave Master Guo, if we don't join forces, I fear we truly won't be able to do anything to Zhuang Thirteen tonight." Guo Jiuling's expression was equally solemn; he no longer dared to underestimate Zhuang Thirteen in the slightest. A martial conception—even across all Thirty-Six Caves, not a single martial artist had managed to comprehend one. Anyone who could was without exception a monstrous talent blessed with astonishing comprehension! "My Nine-Word Mantra can stun Zhuang Thirteen for an instant. Whether we can slay him depends on whether you can seize that opening," Guo Jiuling took a deep breath and began advancing toward Zhuang Thirteen step by step. The closer he was, the more potent the Nine-Word Mantra became. For a time, Guo Jiuling, Wang Jiudu, and the three Divine Strength Realm elders all glared at "Zhuang Thirteen" with predatory intent. Numerous thoughts raced through Lu Changsheng's mind. He knew very well that his Ocean Wave Conception could suppress all of them. However, Guo Jiuling's Nine-Word Mantra could interrupt his martial conception. To some extent, Lu Changsheng's Ocean Wave Conception was countered. Only by slaying Guo Jiuling could Lu Changsheng secure victory in this battle! Yet how could he slay Guo Jiuling without being hindered by the Nine-Word Mantra?