The difference in their absolute strength was two levels. If the group of martial artists had previously thought they could compete with Dao Cheng one-on-one, they would now be shushing each other in silence, showing no arrogance whatsoever.

He admired the person above him from the bottom of his heart. After all, if the other party had been immersed in martial arts for more than ten years, it might be possible, but the information clearly stated that he had only gone from a straw sandal seller to where he is now in a year, or even less than a year.

"Damn it, how could such a person come from a place like Qingmang City? Could it really be that the Dao Venerable has awakened his spirit and a star has descended to earth?"

The once arrogant man was now muttering to himself in despair, simply because the gap was too great. Inner Qi Martial Masters were a class absolutely above Martial Artists. But at this moment, even with the three Martial Masters attacking together, they couldn't injure a single Martial Artist.

Such a martial artist, such talent, such... unbelievable! To achieve the Dao, to achieve the Dao! What virtue or ability does the Mu family possess to obtain such a heaven-sent talent besides the Third Young Master?

Even if Dao Chengyi were to die at this moment, for a hundred years before and a hundred years after, no one would be able to surpass his astonishing achievements.

Some regard it as a myth, some as a legend, some find it hard to believe, and some deeply admire it. All these kinds of people are devoured by the humanistic Gu within the void of the Dao.

People's words are like tigers, and three words can become the truth. If people unanimously believe that something is true, then it is true in terms of humanistic definition. Humanistic Gu, at this time, is also amplifying the label belonging to Dao Chengyi.

Martial arts genius, world-shaking Qingmang, the legend of the Three Bulls, a fighter against adversity—all these things, though not immediately apparent, made Dao Chengyi feel a slight difference.

Good, good, so this is the correct way to use your basic human Gu worm, right? No wonder Gu Ding judged that you have the potential to rebel. If all Gu masters in the world were to say that you are rebellious in the future, I, the ancestor of Gu Dao, might even have my authority stripped away by the Spring and Autumn Annals.

But before that, the Humanistic Gu that was originally enjoying absorbing energy in the Void Aperture seemed to sense something, and then returned to the space between the Sorrowful Fan and the Cloud Soaring Qi Gu, shrinking back into itself.

Dao Chengyi turned his gaze back to the three martial artists. As before, the three of them had become delirious. They found it hard to believe that such a legend, which should not belong here, was created by their own hands.

That was a disgrace from this day forward, a monster that would almost negate their lives! And the absolute enemy of the Niu family!

They must die! They must die!!

The three exchanged a glance, then charged forward again, moving in three directions and employing a movement technique far superior to that of the Four-Body Sword Hall. While they couldn't quite achieve instantaneous movement, their agility was immeasurably greater.

Dao Chengyi's pupils contracted and expanded, finally settling on an angle from which he could clearly observe them. The precise control over flesh and blood granted by the Medicine Master Gu allowed him to take in a 360-degree view from multiple perspectives without any blind spots.

The ox-headed martial artist led the charge, enveloped in a deep blue water curtain. It was a more solid entity than Niu Tianzhang, resembling silk cloth, and was also more terrifying. It contained various different forces, and with the support of internal energy, even a thin and soft layer was enough to turn stone into powder.

This martial artist also knew the same power-increasing technique that Niu Tianzhang knew, and the effect was even more pronounced. At the same time as he threw a punch, the water curtain wrapped around his fist.

Behind them, Tiger Claw and Eagle Claw used different methods, but they were no less formidable. Eagle Claw exuded a chilling aura, its claws taut and powerfully opening and closing, its sharp nails leaving no doubt about their gripping sharpness. A phantom image of an eagle beast appeared, flapping its wings and grasping in unison.

The tiger claws were relatively simple, but when the claw blades were extended, they became small short swords. As the blades flashed, accompanied by a wailing noise, the blades instantly swept out a pale black, semi-transparent ghost face, viciously tearing at Dao Chengyi.

The existence of internal energy gives them a stronger internal drive for their martial arts, turning what was originally a fraction of their power into ten or even a hundred percent of their full potential. An ordinary wooden stick becomes a divine weapon under the enhancement of internal energy, capable of slaying thousands of people without breaking or chipping it.

At this moment, the attack from the triangle came, but Dao Chengyi still felt disappointed. They did not respect him and used a desperate technique like Niu Tianzhang.

That might have posed a threat to Dao Chengyi, but for now? Let's prove with our strength how ridiculous their wishful thinking is!

Subduing Mountain Bull Demon Fist - Treading the Roaring Mountain!

His body slowly hunched over, his hands and feet positioned on parallel lines at the four corners, and slowly, Dao Chengyi's breathing at this moment sounded like the snoring of an ox.

His entire body began to tremble slowly, so rapidly that, unless one looked closely, it would appear as if Dao Chengyi were standing motionless in place.

However, the martial arts masters could see it, but they were powerless to stop it, because when Dao Cheng first started shaking his whole body, a certain resonance also appeared from this arena.

Shaking, vibrating, everything began to tremble violently as if a mountain were collapsing. At this moment, the air formed rings of white waves, which merged to form a white line that was hard to get rid of.

The intense, resonant sounds were extremely unpleasant to hear, and if things weren't going well, some people's clothes would disintegrate first.

The merchant, Shang Xinci, touched the zither wrapped in white cloth behind her and sighed, but her eyes brightened as she looked at the figure on the stage.

The roars of the bulls came in waves, accompanied by layers of white waves that exploded in the air. The vibrations spread continuously, and the arena seemed to collapse as if the earth had caved in and mountains had crumbled. Dust swirled and mingled in the airwaves, making it difficult to see what was happening.

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