Luo Xiu walked up to Luo Qingxian, gently placing his hand on her snow-white shoulder.
But Luo Qingxian caught his wrist and shook her head, speaking gently, "Your Majesty, now you need it more than Xian'er."
Luo Xiu stopped transferring the Fortune-Forming Power to her, gently brushing away a few strands of hair stuck with blood at the corner of her mouth.
Luo Qingxian looked at Luo Xiu, her eyes filled with sweetness as if they were about to overflow with syrup, and gently rubbed her face against his palm.
Luo Xiu suddenly said, "There's a troublesome figure ahead."
He glanced over Xu Qianqing and the other women, "You all wait here for me."
Just now, his Divine Sense detected a strong, mysterious aura ahead, far beyond what these three gatekeepers could compare to, so he wanted to go alone.
It seems that the mysterious and powerful aura is what the gatekeepers referred to as "that person."
And then.
Under the watchful eyes of the six women, Luo Xiu walked toward the staircase that seemed to lead to the Jiuxiao.
The three gatekeepers struggled to their feet, gathering together to watch Luo Xiu's retreating figure with a hint of pity in their eyes.
One of the elders said, "If he encounters that person, he's doomed!"
"Heh, a truly ignorant mortal realm commoner who thinks he can do as he pleases just because he has some skill."
"..."
The three gatekeepers weren't even sure who "that person" was.
They only knew that the cultivators in this "Shanxia City" habitually referred to that person as the "Wandering Fist King."
No one knew when the Wandering Fist King arrived in Shanxia City or when he would leave.
He would sit idly in front of the Inverted Gate all day, braving wind, rain, and sun.
If someone threw a bun on the ground, he would pick it up and eat it without minding the dirt, but if someone dared to get close to the Inverted Gate beyond him, they would be punched away.
His fists were very hard; it only took one punch, no matter who he hit.
Thus, he became the "Fist King."
...
Luo Xiu stepped onto the staircase, climbing one step at a time.
At some point, he felt his body becoming heavy as if weighed down by a mountain, each step harder than the last.
This was due to an invisible force pressing him down!
It wasn't the oppressive force released by a powerful cultivator but an incomparably pure fist pressure!
"Go any further, and I'll kill you."
Suddenly, a lazy, seemingly insubstantial voice echoed from The Void.
The voice belonged to a young man, slightly hoarse as though he hadn't had water for a long time, conveying an indescribable sense of vicissitude.
Yet, Luo Xiu seemed not to hear this warning, driven by a defiant spirit, stepping forward as the voice faded.
As he was about to take his second step, it seemed as if the entire sky had collapsed.
With a thunderous boom!
The steps beneath his feet shattered, his legs driving straight into the solid rock like steel being hammered into the ground.
Fist pressure intensified from above, pressing him down, as if to push him into the Nine Netherworld Hell!
It was fist pressure that seemed capable of crushing anything in the world.
But even in the face of such intense pressure, his body remained as straight as a javelin, with neither bent waist nor bowed back.
His body gradually sank until his legs were completely "nailed" into the hard rock.
"Interesting."
Suddenly, Luo Xiu's lips curled up, a glint of excitement in his eyes.
He suddenly lifted his leg, causing the hard rock to fracture and crumble like foam as he moved.
Emerging from the rock as if walking out of water, effortlessly and freely, with some resistance but entirely ignorable.
Then, he took another step forward.
The hard stone left with a clear footprint.
"Quite interesting."
That seemingly lazy voice echoed from The Void once more.
In the next instant, a figure descended from the sky like a cannonball launching down, accompanied by a terrifying boom.
Luo Xiu looked up, his gaze slightly focused, then punched skyward.
His punch, carrying the momentum of rolling mountains and seas, surged skyward like an erupting volcano.
The figure descending from the sky hadn't landed yet but was thrust upward again by the impact, soaring like a reverse flying meteor.
On the ground, Luo Xiu's feet pushed hard against the earth. Unable to bear the tremendous force, the ground cracked and collapsed, launching his body straight into the sky.
At this moment.
That disheveled, foul-smelling young man in ragged clothes found footing in the sky a thousand meters high.
Luo Xiu, ghost-like, appeared before the young man, feet seemingly on solid ground, coolly saying, "Not bad, you're the first one."
The Wandering Fist King wiped his nose, saying, "You're not bad either."
In the next second, both threw punches in perfect sync.
No techniques or powers were used, just the simplest clash of fists.
"Boom——!"
As the two fists met, the space around them trembled.
The dispersing force of the punch whipped up a fierce wind, sending rocks and sand flying on the ground a thousand meters below!
The two exchanged punches, neither retreating nor advancing an inch, as if time itself had been frozen.
At this moment.
On the ground.
The three gatekeepers were utterly astonished, trembling in disbelief.
"How is this possible... This kid is actually holding his own against that person in a fistfight!"
"It feels like... this isn't just an exchange of punches, but a collision of two worlds."
"..."
For a moment, cold sweat drenched the three men, their hearts filled with fear, as if awakening from a nightmare.
To battle the Wandering Fist King without falling behind, such an existence, if truly intent on killing the three gatekeepers, would need only one punch.
At most, two punches.
...
In the skies.
Luo Xiu stared intently at the disheveled face before him, a sense of awe stirring in his heart.
Since refining myself to honor, few could rival his Thunder Path Physique; subsequently, he further refined his body with the Holy Blood Yin Yuan of the Plateau Saintess and then with the Divine Husk of the Demon God.
With his current physique, he had the confidence to stand undefeated even against a Heavenly Emperor!
Yet the vastness of this world had exceeded his imagination.
Beyond mountains, there are more mountains; beyond the skies, there are more skies.
The physique of the person before him was no less than his own.
That punch earlier felt like hitting an unshakable wall, utterly immovable.
But what he didn't know was that the Wandering Fist King was equally shocked.
The Wandering Fist King was supremely confident—none of his generation could match him in physique!
Even against a Heavenly Emperor, he held absolute confidence!
Yet today, he encountered someone he couldn't budge at all.
In the silence.
The two withdrew their fists with mutual understanding.
Their eyes met, each reflecting a confident madness.
It was a kind of madness saying, "Today, I've got to take you down!"
The Wandering Fist King shouted.
"Impressive. Let's go again!"
"Bring it on!"
"..."
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