An Ultimate Martial Art

Beitang Jie stood firm, his face was the color of a pig's liver. He knew Su Ye, but he did not put him in his heart. In his opinion, suppressing Su Ye was just a matter of flipping his hands over. He did not even need to use fifty percent of his strength.    

    

However, the reality was that Su Ye had easily pushed him back with his palm. Although he did not use his full strength nor had he truly lost to Su Ye, he still felt an indescribable sense of humiliation. It was as if the Immortal Cloud was being beaten by an ordinary mortal.    

    

"A lowly person dares to brandish his fangs and brandish his claws in front of me? Su Ye, today, I will suppress you in front of Chu Yi!"    

    

Beitang Jie was the same as Lu Shaohuai, he had the superiority of being born in a large clan, being extremely arrogant in his bones. Other than people who were born in a big clan, no one else was worthy in his eyes.    

    

He could accept it when fighting against people like Lu Shaohuai, but he would never allow himself to be defeated by a lowly person like Su Ye. Even if it wasn't a real loss, it was just a small mistake, and that wouldn't do.    

    

What's more, this was in front of a woman.    

    

"Whiz!"    

    

Beitang Jie took a big stride forward, his figure forming many afterimages, his imposing aura like a dragon, a force of almost half a million jin exploded out from his body and the dense Spirit Qi surged, a glaring gold light was emitted from his body, the air was instantly pushed away by the gold light, forming many powerful undulations.    

    

A gale arose in the courtyard as the leaves swayed. Grass and trees were about to be destroyed, and the courtyard wall began to rumble as if it was about to collapse from the invisible force.    

    

"Metal-type spiritual power … this Beitang Jie should have at least cultivated a heaven-rank profound art of how to condense metal-type spiritual energy. His attacks should be as powerful as metal."    

    

Right now, Su Ye was no longer just an ignorant child. He had received Mo Xingtian's teachings in the Demon Blood Underworld Prison, and his horizons had been broadened. He was able to see through some of the mysteries with a single glance.    

    

He laughed wickedly, pushed out a gentle force from his left hand which sent Chu Yi's body flying ten metres before landing on the ground, he took a step forward, welcoming Beitang Jie, and without dodging or evading, he started to fight.    

    

The moment he took over, Su Ye became excited, the blood in his body was boiling and surging through his veins, the pores on his body opened up wide, revealing his excitement.    

    

This Beitang Jie was too powerful. Not only did he possess nearly half a million kilograms of strength, he also had an extremely tyrannical metal-type spiritual force. His body had already been tempered to the point that it was as hard as iron.    

    

At the same time, he also had a martial art of extremely high level. The alternating between his fists and palms was profound and profound, and it vaguely carried an invincible fist intent. This was clearly an expression that was close to the great perfection stage.    

    

Compared to Beitang Jie, Yan Dou and Zhou Baiyi were simply weak little birds.    

    

Fighting with such an expert, it was Su Ye's first time seeing it. The invisible pressure from the second level of Blood Demon Prison could be said to be much better than the pressure from the second level of Blood Demon Wolf. It was perfect for Su Ye to train himself, how could Su Ye not be excited?    

    

On the path of Immortal cultivation, the strong were respected. The true strongest, however, was to step over the strong one after another until they stood at the very peak.    

    

No wind, no waves, no traces of spring water!    

    

Su Ye raised her snow-white palm and held it horizontally between his palms, like an immortal god standing in the clouds and caressing the immortal hands of heaven and earth. The water in the river and the smoke of thousands of miles were all invisible, as if they were imprisoned by the heaven and earth, they were extremely subtle.    

    

This was a type of palm intent!    

    

With a single palm strike, Three Rivers and Three Rivers were gone.    

    

"Windless Palm!"    

    

He did not know when, but Su Ye's No.12 courtyard had already been attracted many inner disciples by the battle between Su Ye and Beitang Jie. When they saw that Su Ye's snow-white palm strike was so light and beautiful that it seemed as if it could seal the entire river, they could not help but turn pale with fright.    

    

"This is the Heaven grade martial art, Windless Palm. Su Ye actually managed to cultivate it to the Great Perfection Stage. How is this possible?! This is unbelievable!"    

    

"In the past ten years, there have been at least thirty experts training in our Qing-Yun Sect's Inner Court. Only Su Qingwu has reached the Great Perfection Stage, and other than that, no one else has mastered this palm technique. But this Su Ye is actually so talented?"    

    

"What terrifying strength, just what realm is your Su Ye at? Could he have already reached the ninth level of the Transcending Mortality Stage? Look at how his strength is actually not the slightest bit weaker than that of the Beitang Jie!"    

    

The crowd burst into an uproar of discussions and exclamations.    

    

A look of disbelief appeared on the faces of every inner disciple who had rushed to the twelfth courtyard.    

    

Beitang Jie was so angry that he was about to go mad. His eyes were already slightly red, revealing a sinister look.    

    

From the beginning, he had never put Su Ye in his eyes. Even if Su Ye had pushed him back unexpectedly, he had never put Su Ye in his heart. In his opinion, it was an accident.    

    

However, Su Ye's performance had once again ignited the fury in his heart. Su Ye was actually able to fight on par with him with just a palm technique, it did not seem like it was strenuous at all. Yet he had already used eighty percent of his strength, and this power was enough to easily kill Yan Dou and Zhou Baiyi.    

    

Beitang Jie's face was filled with hatred, "Don't tell me that I really have to use all of my power to suppress Su Ye. That damned Su Ye, he is only a lowly nobody, how can he be worthy of me using all of my strength?"    

    

This time when he came to participate in the great competition of the Qing-Yun Sect sects, he did not put any of the inner disciples of the Qing-Yun Sect s in his eyes at all.    

    

However, there were still two days before the great sect competition would begin, yet he was going to be forced to use his full strength against a lowly nobody that he had never looked up to. This was simply humiliation.    

    

However, if he did not use his full strength, he would not be able to suppress Su Ye.    

    

Thinking about that, Beitang Jie's expression became even more venomous, but his body suddenly erupted with an even stronger gold light, thousands of extremely sharp invisible gold Qi actually emitted from Beitang Jie's martial arts.    

    

Since it was a humiliation, why not use all of your strength to suppress Su Ye on the spot and use it as a form of deterrence before the Large Competition?    

    

"Wu, this golden aura …"    

    

In the battle, Su Ye's face also changed slightly. He was surprised to find that the Beitang Jie had suddenly exploded with an even more powerful strength, not because of the increase in absolute strength, but because the martial arts technique had become more powerful, to the point where there was an invisible golden qi shooting towards his body. When his body touched the golden qi, it immediately stiffened, as if it was going to be turned into stone.    

    

"Understood, this should be the gold transformation Qi that senior Mo mentioned!" Su Ye's eyes suddenly lit up, but his expression did not change. The spirit force in his body revolved, and at the place where his body was frozen, a touch of the five colors of light flashed past, and the stiff flesh and blood immediately returned to normal.    

    

At the same time, the rainbow colored brilliance directly seeped into his flesh and bones, forming a thin film that was as thin as a cicada's wing.    

    

"What's impossible!"    

    

His family passed down a martial art called Gold Forging Mysterious Technique that condensed metal-type spiritual energy, it was a king grade martial art. He had trained for three years in order to cultivate this martial art to the Mastery Stage, to cultivate the spiritual energy in his body to the extremely pure gold spiritual energy, only then did he get the Gold Forging Qi, it had always been one of his trump cards, but it actually failed to work against Su Ye. How was this possible?    

    

This was no small matter, the Beitang Jie was somewhat absent-minded.    

    

The battle between experts only lasted for a split-second.    

    

Sometimes, a short moment of absent-mindedness could be fatal.    

    

Su Ye was not someone with shallow combat experience, how could he not grasp this opportunity?    

    

He raised his snow-white palm and shot out gracefully.    

    

Instantly, all the air currents in the surroundings seemed to have been sealed by an invisible seal, and all the people in the surroundings started to have the illusion that the sky had turned dark and only Su Ye's snow-white palm was left, shining brilliantly for miles.    

    

, why don't you try this palm of mine? "    

    

"No wind, no waves. The will of the river has been sealed. No traces of water. Three rivers have been destroyed!"    

    

"Kacha!"    

    

When his palm struck down, Beitang Jie felt as though his consciousness was being sealed by an invisible will. His body couldn't move at all and he could only watch helplessly as the snow-white palm came smashing down.