Why do I have so many masters?

Xu Sixing felt as if he had collided head-on with a stampede of rhinoceroses, his left cheek taking a punch and being mercilessly slammed to the ground. His vast Qi mechanism, as grand as rivers and seas, was forcibly halted, his consciousness momentarily disoriented.

Drawing on his battle-hardened experience, he bit his tongue, and the sharp pain brought him back to his senses as blood oozed out.

Thunder entangled naturally around him, penetrating his body, causing his Qi mechanism to stagnate. His hands and muscles trembled involuntarily, and he immediately judged that he couldn't resist forcefully. He exhaled, opening his mouth, and spat a mouthful of blood infused with Qi towards Wang Anfeng.

Wang Anfeng's expression remained unchanged; he blocked with his right fist, smashing the blood, which was no less powerful than a strong crossbow, and taking advantage of this brief moment, Xu Sixing had already scrambled backward, losing the composure he previously held, his hair disheveled, slightly out of sorts.

Wang Anfeng's expression did not change, taking a step forward. The profound and exquisite aspects of the Divine Thieves Sect's Qinggong, difficult to manifest in the past, materialized seamlessly under his vast Qi support, instantly appearing beside the retreating Xu Sixing.

At this moment, his face had returned to its original state.

The hem of his clothes fluttered as his right palm opened with five fingers, striking down towards Xu Sixing, seemingly encompassing all of Xu Sixing's possible responses, yet exceedingly heavy.

"Thus I have heard!"

Holding Vajra Power, severing all three thousand ties of worry, attaining great purity and freedom.

The right palm flipped and crashed down.

The purity and freedom of Zen Buddhism, neither on this shore, the other, nor midway, grew ever stronger, but within this purity, Xu Sixing could not find freedom, only feeling the overwhelming pressure growing stronger, like Mount Tai collapsing upon him, forcing his eyes to narrow slightly.

In his mind were countless exquisite techniques, but at this moment, he did not know how to defend against this plain and unsophisticated palm technique. Time slipped away in an instant, and others could only see him, as before, crossing his arms defensively like a martial arts neophyte and forcibly receiving a palm strike.

His face changed, immediately flying back like a hurled stone, staggering back hundreds of steps before stabilizing, as Wang Anfeng stepped forward again, landing in front of him once more, his expression cold and calm, raising his hand for another palm strike.

This was a move from the Buddhism Prajna Palm Technique, but mixed with the Great Vajra Palm Force derived from the Diamond Sutra and the most domineering Stele-Felling Hand of Buddhism. Its ingenuity might be somewhat reduced, but in terms of domineering Palm Force, it belonged to the world's first-class martial arts.

The world's most superior martial arts do not lie in the intricacy of their techniques but in the practitioner. Wang Anfeng, though deeply angered in his heart, managed to control it with his consistent temperament, perfectly aligning with the core of this palm technique, making it all the more fluid.

Xu Sixing gritted his teeth to endure once more, withstanding the palm, his Qi mechanism surged, then fell, flying backward.

Eight consecutive times, Xu Sixing was already five thousand steps away from the city gate.

Upon crashing down again, his vast Qi mechanism was forcibly dissipated, relying solely on his physical constitution and self-cultivated inner strength to sustain the last palm. However, the residual Palm Force began intruding into his body, shaking his internal organs. Unable to restrain it, his face turned slightly pale, and a trace of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.

The bright moon had already reached the western sky.

And that half-collapsed city gate was already some distance away in his field of vision. The warning sounds were piercing, the commotion caused by the city gate couldn't be ignored by those around. Martial Soldiers raised torches in alarm, like a fiery serpent coiling over the light gray city walls, almost connecting the entire Liangzhou City in an instant.

Xu Sixing suddenly understood the true intention behind the young man's destruction of the city gate.

But before the fragmented thoughts in his mind could coalesce, the fire line was entirely obscured by a figure that wasn't particularly imposing, with the bright moon high on his left and endless wilderness on his right.

That person appeared calm, with the thunder on him gradually subsiding.

Xu Sixing wiped the corner of his mouth, swallowing a mouthful of blood. Inner strength surged through his meridians, connecting his vitality and Qi mechanism, arresting the collapse and even rising again. He slowly stood upright, the blood-colored Qi swirling around him.

The return of control over his power brought a hint of calmness back to Xu Sixing's face. He looked at Wang Anfeng, who had stopped inexplicably, and said:

"Who are you, really?"

Wang Anfeng's expression was calm, "You don't need to know."

Xu Sixing laughed once, the bright moon seemed to have dispelled the shadows in his heart. Throughout his life, he had faced even more dangerous situations, each time navigating through them, and this time was no different.

Even if he couldn't defeat the young man before him, now that he was away from the city gate, he no longer had to worry about attracting the hidden experts of various factions within the city and could use some forbidden techniques.

He might not win, but he could surely escape.

With this thought, he looked at Wang Anfeng, secretly manipulating his Qi mechanism to smooth out his injuries, "A very fierce palm technique. Chi Pengfei was not wrong; indeed, among the young Martial Artists I have met, you are top-notch. Jianghu ages with each generation, and even during my years wandering it, it was rare to see someone like you."

"But people like you all have a weakness; do you want to know?"