Chapter 1201: From the Sky Descends Palm Technique

Zhang Jiuxiao cried.He was truly crying.

As a descendant of a prominent family, he had encountered countless geniuses and understood their formidable nature. While setbacks from such individuals were something he could quickly recover from, being beaten by his own refined weapon—which then threatened to hit him again if he dared to speak—was a different matter.

It left him utterly devastated, with a pain so intense he found it hard to breathe.

Is this even my weapon anymore?Just by listening to one lecture, it decided to betray me?

Filled with frustration, he couldn't help but listen in. After only a short while, the true qi in his body spontaneously began to circulate according to the method described by the speaker.

"This... this cultivation method is incredibly powerful, among the most top-tier even in our family... and he's just teaching it directly like this?"

Zhang Jiuxiao was shaken.

As a family descendant, he naturally possessed keen discernment.

The content of the lecture was completely unembellished, yet it directly targeted the core principles of the Great Dao, allowing for easier and more efficient cultivation. This alone made it superior to countless other cultivation techniques.

"No, I can't keep listening, or I'll definitely be influenced and become his student..."

Feeling his vision blurring, Zhang Jiuxiao gritted his teeth.

While his mental state was not comparable to Zhang Xuan's, it was far stronger than that of an ordinary seven-star master teacher. Moreover, his distance from the speaker, despite the powerful Master Teacher's Impartation, allowed him to remain clear-headed.

Forcing himself to resist the urge to continue listening, he struggled to peel himself off the wall. Just as he was contemplating how to disrupt the lecture, he saw a large figure waddling towards him.

"Come help me up..."

He struggled but couldn't get up. He let out a sigh and called out to her.

He knew this woman was a loyal fan, infatuated with him to the point of madness. Just a glance from him would excite her for days, let alone asking her to help him up.

He extended his hand, expecting her to excitedly jump around, but instead felt a sharp pain in his chest as the large figure charged directly at his face.

He was sent flying backward again, crashing into the wall and spitting out large mouthfuls of blood.

"Shut up! If I see you disturb Master Teacher Zhang's lecture again, I'll beat you every time!"

With a cold snort, the large figure slowly waddled away again.

"..." Zhang Jiuxiao was speechless.

His weapon had betrayed him, and now even his most loyal fan had turned. What kind of magical power did Zhang Xuan possess?

So frustrated he felt like spitting blood, he listened for a bit longer. This time, he could no longer resist, and the true qi in his body immediately began to circulate according to the speaker's words.

His strength and aura, diminished by his injuries, also recovered rapidly...

The more he cultivated, the more profound it felt, and his eyes gradually became hazy...

"Alright, that concludes today's lecture! If you have any questions, you can ask me individually after class!"

After an unknown period, Zhang Xuan waved his hand, and his voice ceased.

"Yes, Teacher!"

All ten thousand master teachers of the Combat Master Hall bowed in unison, each one sincerely convinced.

Although Master Teacher Zhang's lecture was not long, it had greatly benefited them, ensuring a significant increase in their cultivation in the future.

Zhang Jiuxiao also bowed behind the crowd, without the slightest hesitation.

"It's over..."

Seeing the crowd's appearance, Hall Master Gou knew it would be impossible to make them stop Zhang Xuan now. He suddenly seemed to age by hundreds of years.

The ten thousand combat masters of the Qingyuan Empire Combat Master Hall had initially thought they could successfully stop him and prevent his success. But in the end... after just a short lecture, they all became his students...

If only he had known how extraordinary this man was... he wouldn't have spoken up for Tian Qing.

"It's your turn now..."

Just as he was feeling utterly dejected, the young man's voice continued. He looked up to see Zhang Xuan looking at him and Deputy Hall Master Tian Qing.

The first stage of challenging the hall was to defeat all the master teachers. Now that all the master teachers had become Zhang Xuan's students, only he and the two deputy hall masters remained.

Master Teacher Wu was on good terms with Zhang Xuan and definitely wouldn't act... which meant only he and Tian Qing were left.

"Since it's come to this, I'll fight you..."

Hall Master Gou cast aside the depression in his heart and let out a deep breath.

He figured he had already lost face to such an extent that losing a bit more wouldn't matter.

Regardless, he was a Dimension Sundering realm expert. Although he hadn't undergone the lightning tribulation and thus wasn't a true Dimension Sundering cultivator, his strength was certainly not comparable to that of deputy hall masters like Tian Qing or Master Teacher Wu.

"Tian Qing, just observe from the side, don't intervene. Even if our Master Teacher Hall loses, we must maintain our dignity!"

Seeing Deputy Hall Master Tian also eager to act, Hall Master Gou snorted.

For a dignified seven-star peak master teacher to attack a six-star master teacher was already shameful enough. If two of them ganged up, they would truly have no face left.

"Yes!" A cold glint flashed in Tian Qing's eyes, and though his thoughts were unclear, he said no more.

"Master Teacher Zhang, although Hall Master Gou hasn't undergone the lightning tribulation and isn't a true Dimension Sundering realm expert, his strength is beyond my ability to contend with. You must be careful during the fight..."

Approaching within ten meters of Hall Master Gou, Master Teacher Wu's voice quietly sounded in Zhang Xuan's ear.

He had witnessed everything today. Regardless of right or wrong, no matter what happened, Master Teacher Zhang absolutely could not suffer any harm.

"Understood!" Zhang Xuan nodded.

Dimension Sundering realm experts are divided into pseudo-Dimension Sundering and true Dimension Sundering. The former refers to those whose primordial spirit can separate from their physical body but haven't undergone the lightning tribulation.

Without the tempering of the lightning tribulation, even a powerful primordial spirit has its limitations. It's like how Zhang Xuan's combat power wouldn't have reached its current level if he hadn't experienced the Conferred Saint Tribulation.

Hall Master Xing was a pseudo-Dimension Sundering expert, stronger than a Half-Dimension Sundering expert, but still some distance from a true early-stage Dimension Sundering expert.

Even so, they were formidable, capable of manipulating the surrounding environment and space, making them incredibly difficult to guard against.

"Make your move!"

Knowing that this person was likely his most powerful opponent aside from Luo Chenxin, Zhang Xuan's gaze became serious.

Whoosh!

Without a word, Hall Master Gou narrowed his eyes, flipped his hands, and pressed down from the air.

His palm strength wasn't robust, nor did his true qi appear abundant. However, combined with the power of his primordial spirit, the surrounding space seemed to solidify, becoming incredibly viscous.

"Dimension Sundering realm experts can manipulate space, making movement difficult. If I hadn't studied the Sky of Expansive Void from Ancient Sage Qiu Wu, I might have been trapped and unable to move before even making a move myself..."

Feeling the changes in his surroundings, Zhang Xuan sighed inwardly.

Dimension Sundering realm experts were indeed the pinnacle of existence in the Qingyuan Empire. Even without undergoing the lightning tribulation, they were not someone of his current strength could contend with.

"Retreat!"

Without joy or sorrow, showing no emotional fluctuation, he scraped his foot across the ground and retreated straight backward.

Without reaching true Dimension Sundering, the range of control was limited. As long as he could escape it, he wouldn't be affected in the slightest.

"Can you escape?"

With a cold sneer, Hall Master Gou grabbed at the air. Everyone felt as if the entire hall's space had collapsed, and Zhang Xuan's retreat speed immediately slowed.

Martial art, Tiger Roar Grasping Hand!

Although it was merely an ordinary Saint 1-dan martial art, in Hall Master Gou's hands, it displayed power exceeding that of a mid-Saint realm technique.

Zzzz!

The true qi formed a vortex, descending like a cage.

Feeling his body become sluggish, Zhang Xuan's retreat speed slowed once more.

Previously, he could retreat over ten meters in a single breath; now, he might not even be able to retreat half a meter.

"As expected of a master teacher..."

With an inward sigh, Zhang Xuan suddenly stopped retreating. His body flickered, and he vanished from his original spot.

"Oh no!"

Seeing his attack hit nothing, Hall Master Gou's pupils contracted. Just as he was about to speak, a figure abruptly appeared before him, and a palm lightly pressed down.

The opponent had actually used the force of his Great Grasping Hand to close the distance.

However, Hall Master Gou's strength was not limited to that.

"A Dimension Sundering expert getting caught in close quarters is practically a death sentence! But with your strength, can you even get close?"

Hall Master Gou sneered repeatedly. A ray of light flashed between his brows, and his colossal primordial spirit appeared in mid-air. In the blink of an eye, Zhang Xuan felt as if his entire body was restrained. Although his palm was less than half a meter from his opponent, he could no longer advance.

"Is this the power of the Dimension Sundering realm?"

His knuckles turning white, Zhang Xuan finally understood the gap between himself and his opponent.

Although he had studied the Sky of Expansive Void and gained some understanding of space, a direct confrontation with an expert of this caliber was still beyond him.

"It seems... this is my limit!"

Knowing his limits, Zhang Xuan no longer probed. In an instant, all the acupoints in his body seemed to explode open.

Potent true qi surged from his acupoints, and in the blink of an eye, his hands seemed to multiply into thousands, overlapping as he fiercely slammed them forward.

"Thousand-Hand Buddha Palm? How can this move be so powerful?"

"It seems this move has been modified, otherwise it wouldn't have such power..."

The master teachers in the room, recognizing the palm technique, were all stunned.

The Thousand-Hand Buddha Palm was a Saint 2-dan martial art. Although it allowed one to strike a hundred palms, appearing as if a thousand hands were moving, the power of each palm was not very strong due to the dispersed force. Against a stronger opponent, it would at most serve to confuse, without significant effect.

However, what Master Teacher Zhang was demonstrating was entirely different. Every single palm strike was full of power, as if carrying an aura of world-destroying might. Let alone opponents of the same rank, even a peak Primordial Spirit realm expert might be instantly shattered if they encountered it!

"Suddenly unleashing so many palm strikes... how much true qi does that require?"

A master teacher couldn't help but exclaim.

Everyone fell silent simultaneously, each feeling their throat dry.

Indeed, to unleash hundreds of palm strikes in an instant, with each maintaining peak power... even if one learned this move, they wouldn't have enough true qi to sustain it.

Because all the true qi in their bodies combined wouldn't be enough to unleash even half of the move.

Rip!

Under the impact of the ferocious power, the surrounding confined space was instantly torn apart like a piece of silk. Zhang Xuan lightly leaped, breaking free from the primordial spirit's control and rising into the air.

His thumb and middle finger pressed together, then he lightly flipped his hand. Zhang Xuan, with a sudden motion, pressed downward with his foot and hand.

Boom!

A massive palm print materialized from the air, descending directly towards Hall Master Gou's primordial spirit.

"This, this..."

Seeing this scene, Zhang Jiuxiao, standing behind the crowd, turned pale. He looked at a master teacher beside him: "Do you remember a palm technique that descends from the sky?"

"No, I don't!" The master teacher shook his head.

"..." Zhang Jiuxiao was speechless.