Comprehension Ability: I Come From the Great Emperor Family

As Chang Qing and Zhao Cheng shouted sharply in unison, a powerful aura belonging to a King realm suddenly erupted around them.

Both of them simultaneously formed seals with their hands, as surging silver light emerged on their fists.

Zhao Cheng burned himself, using the last of his life as the price, to guide Chang Qing to advance swiftly.

"Junior brother, pay close attention; this is all your senior brother can teach you."

Zhao Cheng's gentle voice echoed in Chang Qing's ears, his eyes filled with inextricable sorrow.

Yet at this moment, he was fully immersed in the martial arts he was performing, more focused than ever.

He didn't want to let down his senior brother's heartfelt intentions.

"Hahaha!"

Liu Qing laughed maniacally at this point, as the violent aura of a King realm permeated the world,

"Back then you were no match for me, much less now when you are neither human nor ghost!"

"I could break your bones back then, and I still can today!"

"Die!"

Boom!

Liu Qing roared angrily, flipped his hand out, and swung down a long blade with great force.

In an instant, a gigantic blade light hundreds of feet long fell with a roar, as if to cut through the sky.

"The teacher once said, when a martial artist throws his punch, the body may die, but the intent must not retreat!"

"The first form of the Holy Imperial Fist, Sacrifice!"

Zhao Cheng's vast voice echoed, as he slowly raised his fists.

Instantly, a resolute fist intent surged skyward, charging toward the heavens.

Underneath that resolute intent, even if the opponent was an Ancient Divine Mountain or an ancient Great Emperor, it must be shattered with a punch!

Zhao Cheng's movements were slow, as if intending to let Chang Qing see more clearly.

Carrying that surging intent, he slowly unleashed a punch.

Boom!

The sky suddenly filled with silver light, as an enormous fist that seemed capable of shattering heaven and earth violently collided with the gigantic blade light.

The collision only lasted for a moment before the hundreds of feet long blade light exploded violently, and the giant fist crashed down on Liu Qing.

"Putch!"

Liu Qing smashed down like a cannonball, his face full of disbelief,

"Impossible! You weren't my match back then; why is your dying self so strong!"

At the moment that punch came, he felt a fear rising in his heart, causing the blade light he wielded to shrink back.

"Junior brother, did you understand?"

Zhao Cheng ignored Liu Qing but instead asked with a smile.

"Martial technique is not important; what's important is... the fist intent!"

A flash of realization appeared in Chang Qing's eyes, deeply affected by the unyielding resolve of the punch that was destined to defeat the opponent just unleashed.

"A teachable child," Zhao Cheng praised with a smile.

"I'm asking you!"

"Ahh, cut for me!"

Liu Qing, hair disheveled, seemed deranged, swung his long blade repeatedly, creating hundreds of slashes, approaching Chang Qing like a heavenly net.

"Martial Extreme Sacred Imperial Fist, the intent comes first, the imperial follows later."

"The second form, Holy Emperor Universe..."

Like imparting knowledge, Zhao Cheng spoke out slowly, as his hand seals constantly changed, and countless silver lights followed the changes in martial arts, crashing down like a canopy of heaven.

As countless blade lights attacked, they splashed halos as they hit the silver light curtain.

No matter how many blade lights there were, they couldn't shake the light curtain in the slightest.

When the blade net fell, Chang Qing, holding a peculiar seal with both hands, instantaneously appeared in front of Liu Qing.

Boom!

He was like an ancient martial artist, his martial arts opened wide, as fist seals shot out in all directions, making the Liu Qing before him fly around like a sandbag.

Zhao Cheng's voice kept sounding, and it was evident that Chang Qing's expertise in martial arts was skyrocketing.

The world turned quiet, with everyone staring dazedly.

It was the first time they had witnessed the materialization of the word "inheritance."

The senior brother avenging through the junior brother's hand, and the junior brother understanding the truth with the senior brother's soul.

At this moment, Wu Jiuling stood in the sky, eyes filled with contentment and sorrow, with complex emotions hard to express.

Yet Zhao Cheng was merely a lingering obsession, and after just a moment, he found he couldn't hold on anymore.

"Junior brother, watch closely this final punch."

Zhao Cheng opened his fist stance, his fist intent surged skyward, as limitless silver light gathered on the fist peak,

"This punch, Extreme Martial Unity!"

The momentum of the punch was sky-shaking, with terrifying power wholly compressed into the fist peak.

Limitless silver light gathered like stars, their brilliant radiance and terrifying waves caused space to distort.

Boom!

With one punch, a dazzling beam of light shot out from Chang Qing's hand.

A deep chasm like an abyss was carved on the ground along the way, as the gale stormed, vanquishing all laws, exterminating all evil!

"No!"

Liu Qing shouted out with boundless fear and despair.

Screech!

The starlike beam of light, solid and tangible, cut mercilessly through his Dantian in an instant.

"Puff..."

Liu Qing spat out a mouthful of blood, falling backward, his face full of hopeless desolation.

Zhao Cheng didn't kill him, but he did ruin him.

Buzz!

At this moment, Chang Qing's eyes reached the peak of understanding, as a seal as splendid as starlight descended from the sky, merging into his brow.

The Celestial Tier ultimate Martial Extreme Sacred Imperial Fist finally condensed into his Lifebound Dao Seal!

"Very good."

Zhao Cheng's body was now incredibly ethereal, his eyes warmly and contentedly gazing at Chang Qing.

"Senior brother, why didn't you kill him!" Chang Qing asked coldly as he looked at Liu Qing.

"Qing'er is still watching..."

Zhao Cheng's body was slowly disappearing, as he drifted before Liu Qing, gently stroking her sullen cheeks.

His eyes carried reluctance and longing, fixedly looking at the woman's face.

The tears in the woman's eyes grew thicker; she reached out trying to touch Zhao Cheng before her.

But her hand passed right through the halo.

The woman's expression turned panic-stricken; whimpering with despair, she spoke out,

"Brother Cheng... don't go."

Zhao Cheng's body grew even more transparent, as specks of light slowly faded from his feet.

Yet he paid no heed, but instead gazed at the crazed woman before him, smiling tearfully,