He had also reached the peak of Tongxuan in spellcraft, capable of slaying martial arts grandmasters and suppressing Xu Mozhai of Hong Kong Island. But compared to Wang Chongyan, he was still far, far behind—which just showed how powerful Wang Chongyan truly was.
“Hmph, in this battle, Jiang Taichu is doomed to fall. After all, this is Wang Chongyan’s own domain!”
One after another, masters leaped out from the great hall, standing atop various buildings, craning their necks to watch. Most believed Jiang Tian was dead beyond any doubt.
“Grandpa, is that Jiang Taichu? How is he so young—and so handsome…”
The little Daoist nun in the apricot-yellow robe studied Jiang Tian curiously, her childish face full of amazement and admiration.
From the moment he broke through the mountain gate, Jiang Tian had used spellcraft to alter his appearance.
Now his eyes were like stars, his nose bridge high, his skin fair as jade, his long hair flowing like a waterfall. Dressed in white robes unstained by dust, he looked like an immortal descended to the mortal world, utterly free of worldly air—quite captivating to behold.
“Yes, that is Jiang Taichu…” Xu Mozhai let out a long sigh, a trace of envy in his eyes.
So young—looking no more than twenty-something—yet already qualified to fight Wang Chongyan. What an honor that was!
“Do you think Jiang Taichu will win? The people around say he seems likely to lose!”
The little Daoist nun was hoping Jiang Tian would win, so she felt a bit worried. Perhaps because they were close in age, she naturally felt some closeness toward him.
Moreover, Xu Mozhai himself had once been beaten grievously by Wei Shuofeng and had gone into seclusion for ten years.
And Wei Shuofeng had been eliminated by Jiang Tian—so in a way, Jiang Tian had indirectly avenged Xu Mozhai.
“Hmph, that’s not necessarily true. Wang Chongyan cultivates both spellcraft and martial arts—but so does Jiang Taichu, doesn’t he?”
Xu Mozhai snorted and shot a glare at Zhou Xingchen beside him, then looked up at the two figures on the battlefield.
…
Discussions like this rose throughout the headquarters of the Singapore Chinese Association.
Everyone held their breath, fists clenched, watching intently, not missing a single detail.
This battle concerned the fate of the Singapore Chinese Association—even the entire future of Southeast Asia.
Opinions varied, but the vast majority still believed that in this fight, Jiang Tian had no advantage whatsoever—whether in cultivation or in home-field advantage—and his chances of winning were extremely slim.
“Jiang Taichu, you really are strong—not just in cultivation, but in mindset. You have the bearing to swallow the sun and moon and embrace the world!”
Hearing Jiang Tian’s words, Wang Chongyan wasn’t angry—he laughed instead. Then his smile vanished, his eyes turned cold, and he said in a chilling voice:
“But this world ultimately speaks through strength. You—you’re still far, far too lacking!”
Before the words faded, he threw a punch toward Jiang Tian from afar.
This punch was plain and unadorned, as if an ancient immortal had descended to demonstrate boxing techniques—it carried a flavor of the Dao following nature.
Boom! A giant fist the size of a millstone burst through the air, like a cannon shell, crashing toward Jiang Tian.
This punch was immensely powerful, like a raging tsunami sweeping across, capable of destroying all ten directions!
A vast area erupted with howls like ghosts wailing and wolves shrieking. Sand and stones flew, a terrifying aura swept in all directions, and even inner-strength martial arts masters couldn’t withstand it—they stumbled and staggered backward.
“This is the Six Paths of Reincarnation Fist!” someone cried out in shock.
“Yes! Back in the day, Wang Chongyan relied on this set of boxing techniques—even though he couldn’t fully manifest them—to contend with Ye Tianren!” A martial arts grandmaster exclaimed, eyes filled with shock.
“What is the Six Paths of Reincarnation Fist?”
The little Daoist nun in the apricot-yellow robe asked in surprise.
Xu Mozhai’s eyes were filled with shock. He sweated for Jiang Tian and sighed, “It really is the Six Paths of Reincarnation Fist! This boxing technique is unfathomable—it can manifest the phenomena of the six paths. It’s a martial art that balances spellcraft and combat, and its power is tremendous!”
When the giant fist came at him, Jiang Tian smiled calmly and sent out a beam of finger energy.
With a loud bang! that made everyone’s eardrums ache and left them swaying, the entire headquarters shook as if struck by an earthquake.
Everywhere people looked, the giant fist shattered, streams of energy carrying stone fragments blasting outward.
Like a heavy artillery strike, it blasted a crater over a meter deep and five meters wide in the rocky ground.
The shockwave swept in all directions, and many spellcraft and martial arts masters were shaken, stumbling backward. Some masters with iron-body cultivation even felt their throats tighten and spat out blood.
“Hmm?”
Wang Chongyan’s expression shifted slightly, shock in his eyes. He hadn’t expected Jiang Tian to break his “Human Path” punch with a single beam of finger energy.
That punch was entirely condensed from true qi, yet it was incredibly dense and powerful.
Frankly speaking, it could blow up an armored vehicle—could pound a Huajing grandmaster into bloody paste!
“Jiang Taichu actually broke that punch!”
“Whether it’s the National Master’s qi fist or Jiang Taichu’s finger beam, both are extremely powerful! This is a battle between peak grandmasters!”
The many masters present also looked incredulous, their hearts pounding.
“I told you—Jiang Taichu killed Wei Shuofeng and Lin Zhenyu. He’s definitely not simple!”
Xu Mozhai nodded repeatedly, his gaze toward Jiang Tian full of appreciation and reverence.
Jiang Tian’s expression was calm and composed. He said disdainfully, “Wang Chongyan, is this all you’ve got? And you dare to sit in Southeast Asia calling yourself master and founder? Too weak! Why don’t you show some real skill?”
“Jiang Taichu, if you think this is all I have, you’re gravely mistaken!”
Wang Chongyan flew into a rage at these words. His hands moved continuously, as if grasping mysterious forces from the void. Then he pushed both palms forward and roared, “Six Paths of Reincarnation Fist—Animal Path!”
Instantly, light flashed and phenomena abounded. A colorful fierce tiger leaped out from between his fingers, followed by a vicious wolf, a divine eagle, a vulture, a giant shark… manifesting in succession, pouncing toward Jiang Tian.
In an instant, tigers roared through the mountains, eagles struck across the sky, vicious wolves swallowed the moon, fish swam in the shallows—all lifelike, as if substantial, treading the void and roaming the heavens as they launched their attack on Jiang Tian.
“This is qi condensation into form—the mark of a peak Huajing master!”
A martial artist exclaimed in admiration.
Upon entering the Huajing realm, one could condense qi into weapons, control objects with qi, and form attacks—earning the title of grandmaster.
But qi condensation into form was a step further—condensing lions and tigers with a semblance of intelligence, launching attacks at targets.
Controlling objects with qi and condensing qi into weapons was already so difficult—let alone condensing beasts with intelligence that could launch attacks on their own!
The most terrifying part was that Wang Chongyan had condensed so many phenomena at once—this was truly the pinnacle of mastery.
“I never imagined Master Wang’s strength was this great—condensing eight phenomena at once, nearly half a step into the Divine Realm. He truly far surpasses us!”
“Yes, although the phenomena are still condensed from true qi, it’s almost equivalent to the Divine Realm’s ‘words become law’!”
“To hear the Dao in the morning and die in the evening is enough—today I’ve witnessed Master Wang’s heaven-reaching martial arts. My life is not wasted.”
Many martial artists and spellcasters watched with their hearts swaying, heads spinning. Some even shed tears of excitement.
“That’s it? Looks good but useless. I’m not looking down on you—it doesn’t even match Lin Zhenyu’s Kunpeng Six Transformations!”
Jiang Tian sneered disdainfully.
Whoosh! The small black flying sword instantly transformed into a world-shaking black beam, shooting out from his hand like a meteor.
Bang bang bang bang—dense sounds rang out endlessly. With one sword, he pierced the divine eagle, cut down the vulture, shattered the giant shark, swept away the vicious wolf, and cleaved the fierce tiger!
In an instant, all the phenomena crumbled, turning into scattered golden lights like sparks, slowly dissipating.
The Sarvastivada Vinaya records: “A kshana is one thought; twenty thoughts are one instant; twenty instants are one snap of the fingers; twenty snaps are one luoyu; twenty luoyu are one moment; one day and night is thirty moments.”
A kshana is the shortest unit of time in the world—far shorter than a snap of the fingers.
To everyone present, it was just a blink of an eye. They hadn’t even seen the small black flying sword fly out—hadn’t even seen Jiang Tian move—and yet all the phenomena had been wretchedly destroyed.
In that instant, the entire scene fell deathly silent.
“What happened? How did the phenomena suddenly shatter!”
Someone cried out in confusion.
“It seems Jiang Taichu sent out his flying sword…”
Someone stroked their chin, pondered for a moment, and then managed to speak, their voice dry and hoarse.
“Is this the power of a flying sword? Too terrifying…” Someone muttered in a daze, unable to believe it.
“If that sword were to strike us…”
A spellcraft master at the Rudao level felt his heart pound, unwilling to finish the sentence.
The flying sword was too fast—it could break the sound barrier, surpassing the limits of what the human eye could perceive. No spellcaster’s magic was of any use, because before you could even cast your spell, form your hand seals, chant your incantation, or deploy your talismans and magical tools, the flying sword would already have taken your head.
“Ha! Now Wang Chongyan has really hit a tough nut!”
Xu Mozhai, meanwhile, sneered repeatedly, gloating.
Because the Singapore Chinese Association had Blue Shirt Society backing, it was unacceptable to the Chinese government and had difficulty returning to mainland China. So they preferred to operate in Hong Kong Island, where they often suppressed Xu Mozhai, and friction between the two sides was constant.
Seeing Wang Chongyan get humiliated now was like eating iced watermelon on a hot summer day for Xu Mozhai.
One word!
Refreshing!
“This—!”
Wang Chongyan’s heart pounded with shock, and a grave expression once again covered his entire face.
Just now, when Jiang Tian broke his Human Path giant fist with a finger beam, the cultivation displayed was actually evenly matched—neither had the upper hand.
The “Animal Path” was far more powerful than the “Human Path” punch. He had believed this single phenomenon would easily kill Jiang Tian.
But unexpectedly, Jiang Tian’s flying sword was so formidable that it destroyed all the phenomena in an instant.
“Hungry Ghost Path!”
Wang Chongyan’s eyes nearly split with fury. He roared, unleashing hand seals, boxing techniques, talismans, and countless other methods in succession.
In an instant, sinister winds howled, ghosts wailed and wolves shrieked, a tragedy that shook heaven and earth. Streams of gloomy ghost qi enveloped the surroundings.
The ghost qi was pitch-black as ink, incredibly viscous, almost substantial—like rolling balls of black glue. Countless evil spirits struggled and screamed within the ghost qi, hideous and tragic, making one’s hair stand on end.
This aura was bitterly cold and yin-sha to the extreme, containing deadly poison. Wherever it passed, the ground froze, flowers withered, and green plants wilted or even turned to ash and drifted away. A spellcraft master at the Rudao level who accidentally touched a bit of it would die on the spot.
“Kill!”
Immediately, from the streams of yin-sha ghost qi, ghost soldiers and ghost generals condensed one after another. Amid earth-shaking battle cries, they pounced toward Jiang Tian.
These fierce ghosts wore grim armor, held long spears and shields, and carried longbows at their waists. Some had intestines spilling from their bellies, dragging slick entrails; some were missing arms or legs, dripping with blood; some were headless; some had rotting faces, revealing white cheekbones and teeth.
A one-armed ghost general threw its head back and howled, emitting a sharp, ghostly shriek like a wailing wolf, and thrust a spear toward Jiang Tian. The spear tip flashed with cold light, vibrating the void. Instantly, sand and stones flew, everyone nearby found it hard to breathe, and a terrifying aura surged skyward between heaven and earth.
“This is too terrifying! This malevolent energy simply pierces the heavens!”
The little apricot-robed Daoist nun trembled with fear, her pretty face drained of color. She stumbled backward and shrank behind Xu Mozhai.
