Wuxia: Starting Off With 60 Years of Inner Strength

Before them, the members of Thunderbolt Hall fled in a mad rush. A single glance revealed a surging crowd of at least fifty or sixty people.

Others were running in different directions, but they were just small, insignificant groups.

With a wave of Jiang Ran’s hand, Tang Huayi, Ruan Yuqing, and Luo Qingyi immediately gave chase to hunt down the smaller, fleeing groups.

He himself slowly drew his saber. As the blade flashed, a ray of light shot out in a fan-like arc.

The ray of saber light from this strike was not particularly large at first, but it gradually elongated as it flew forward.

This was the third strike of the Nine Shocking God Sabers… Endlessness!

This technique was born from Jiang Ran combining the Nine Shocking God Sabers with the principle of ”seemingly commanding the infinite.”

With a single strike, the saber light fed upon itself, yin and yang in its wake, expanding infinitely layer by layer!

A disciple from Thunderbolt Hall sensed the ominous sound of wind behind him. He turned to look, and his blood ran cold.

He immediately swung his weapon, trying to block it.

But the moment his weapon made contact, it shattered. The saber light swept through, and his body was split in two.

The saber light, now moving even faster after the kill, caught up to the others in the blink of an eye.

Hearing the screams from behind, the leader of the Thunderbolt Hall group glanced back, his face sinking.

The saber light was right on his back; it was too late to dodge or escape.

With a furious roar, he could only thrust both of his palms forward.

The man’s palm force was immense. A single push from his hands was like a crack of thunder!

This was the ultimate technique of Thunderbolt Hall, the Thunderous Heaven-Shocking Palm!

This art, with the Thunderbolt Skill at its core, was incredibly powerful when cultivated to its peak. Its speed was like a rushing thunderbolt, its inner breath moved with the force of a storm, and splitting mountains or cracking stones with a palm strike was a trivial feat.

If this palm strike were to land on a person, it could even scorch their body black.

It was truly a divine technique of the purest, most potent yang!

As he pushed his palms forward, his palm force intercepted the ray of saber light, and the two forces clashed in the small space between them.

The leader of the Thunderbolt Hall men, however, found his expression growing increasingly grim.

It was just a single ray of saber light, yet for some reason, the Inner Strength it contained felt endless.

It was as if the ray of light could generate its own Inner Strength.

’My own Inner Strength, on the other hand, is constantly draining away as I resist it... If this keeps up, am I going to lose an exchange of Inner Strength to a simple ray of light? Will I actually be utterly defeated?’

At this thought, he roared furiously:

”Lend me your strength!!”

At his words, the surviving Thunderbolt Hall disciples exchanged uncertain glances. Then, one of them reached out and pressed a palm against their leader’s back.

The rest followed suit.

The Inner Strength of several dozen men was thus combined into a single stream, all of it flowing into the leader’s body.

Bolstered by this aid, the man was instantly invigorated. He let out another roar as Inner Strength surged through him, causing his hair to fly and his sleeves to billow.

What’s more, it was currently raining.

Faint crackles of lightning could be seen arcing through the rain that swirled around him.

The force of his palm was now so immense and fierce it was almost unbelievable!

He let out a furious roar:

”Break!!!”

The gale from his palm surged, and at the same time, the saber light flared with a blinding radiance.

Both had clearly reached their absolute limit.

But then a voice chuckled:

”The Sun and Moon Lords thought themselves so clever, but now it seems they weren’t even a match for the Third Hall Master.

”If it had been them, they would have been dead long ago.”

When the leader heard this voice, he felt as if his mind had been struck by lightning.

Slowly, he raised his head, only to see Jiang Ran walking calmly toward him, one hand resting on the very ray of saber light they were fighting.

”This... This is impossible...”

The leader of Thunderbolt Hall spoke through clenched teeth. He was pushing his Inner Energy to its absolute limit, his body flooded with the continuous stream of Inner Strength from his men.

Just speaking now put him under immense pressure. The slightest lapse in concentration would cause the Inner Strength within him to run wild. He would die from the backlash long before Jiang Ran even needed to strike.

Jiang Ran just shook his head gently.

”There’s nothing impossible in this world.”

He knew what the man meant by ’impossible.’

How could a mere ray of saber light, detached from Jiang Ran’s own energy, be so incredibly resilient?

A martial art like this was beyond anything he could have imagined.

What he didn’t know was that the technique stemmed from a principle of creation itself, making it one of the world’s foremost divine arts.

Furthermore, Jiang Ran possessed the Nine Shocking God Sabers, an unparalleled saber art whose malleability was second to none, past or present.

’If I couldn’t create something others found incomprehensible by combining the two, wouldn’t it mean I’d acquired these profound skills for nothing?’

After he finished speaking, he reached out and pulled off the man’s mask.

”Third Hall Master. It’s been a while.”

The man desperately resisting Jiang Ran’s ”Endlessness” strike was none other than Chi Lin.

Then he watched Jiang Ran slowly drawing his blade... His eyes widened in terror until it felt they might bleed. He stammered in a panic:

”Young Hero Jiang, we can talk about this... Spare me!!”

Jiang Ran shook his head.

”I’m not one to overlook things.

”If someone shows me respect, I’ll repay it tenfold.

”But if someone offends me in the slightest... I will repay it a hundred times over.”

With that, he said no more. He flicked the Shattered Gold Saber in his hand, and a brilliant golden light flashed across the sky!

Amid the gorgeous golden light, a head tumbled to the ground.

The face on the severed head still wore a look of disbelief. He had never imagined that Jiang Ran would kill him the moment he said he would, without a hint of hesitation.

He was the Third Hall Master of Thunderbolt Hall, after all.

He had just been groveling, ready to pay any price as long as Jiang Ran spared his life.

But Jiang Ran hadn’t asked for anything, hadn’t wanted anything. He only wanted his head.

With Chi Lin no longer standing before them, the men behind him naturally could not hold out any longer.

In an instant, they were all thrown back, spraying blood from their mouths.

Then, Jiang Ran’s ”Endlessness” strike flashed and swept through the crowd.