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Chapter 349: Full Moon Night, Top of the Forbidden City!
Seven days later.

On the night of the full moon, Yan Wuju, the commander of the East Factory, and Ye Sudong, the chief of the Imperial Guards, were guarding outside the imperial city, waiting for the three men to arrive.

Looking at the nearby imperial city, Li Ruohai, who had just entered the imperial city from the Hongwu Gate in the south, suddenly said, "You guys go back!"

"Master!"

Feng Xinglie and the others who had been following him all the way couldn't help but stop when they heard this, but Feng Xinglie's eyes clearly showed reluctance.

Li Ruohai said calmly: "No matter whether we win or lose this battle, Xinglie, you should not stay in the capital any longer. If you enter the Xiantian realm in the future and feel that your future is over, you can study the booklet that your master left for you!"

"Disciple will follow Master's orders!"

Feng Xinglie bowed respectfully upon hearing this and watched Li Ruohai's figure gradually disappear into the distance.

As Li Ruohai walked slowly towards the gate of the imperial city, he should have been calm as the war was about to happen. However, a strong emotion surged in his heart, which rarely stirred. He thought of his younger brother, who had depended on him since childhood, but was beaten to death in front of him by a villain. He was exactly this age when he died in his arms.

He was born in a turbulent era and had a miserable life in his youth. His parents died when he was young and his only remaining relative was his younger brother.

The situation was turbulent at that time, and the two brothers, who had no one to rely on, barely survived by begging along the road. One day, they accidentally entered a county town.

Seeing the candied haws being sold in the market, my younger brother's mouth was watering. However, due to his limited money, he could only watch quietly from the side.

From that day on, he secretly swore in his heart that he would never let his younger brother experience such disappointment again.

But the situation was already turbulent at the time, and the two brothers, who were alone and helpless, were simply unable to resist the great force that was coming from the world.

One day, his most beloved younger brother was beaten to death in front of him by a group of thugs.

After his younger brother's tragic death, he knew that there was only power and no justice in this world. Three years later, he returned to the place where his younger brother died and killed all his enemies. But the grief in his heart never subsided.

Over the past thirty years, he has been extremely strict with himself and devoted himself to martial arts, because only through the pursuit of martial arts can he suppress his gnawing longing for his deceased brother.

To a certain extent, Feng Xinglie was not only his disciple, but also replaced the position of his deceased brother in his heart.

Perhaps the decisive battle is coming today, and he inadvertently recalled the memories of the past.

At the same time, at the other two entrances of the imperial city.

Pang Ban and Murong Fu have also officially stepped into the imperial city. As they watched, the Magician Palace Group headed by Fang Yeyu and the Four Sword Slaves all stayed outside the imperial city.

The moon is as bright as water.

The night is hazy, but the inner and outer palaces have a sense of tranquility.

Located in the south-central part of the inner city, it is the main building complex of the Ming Palace and also the location of the palace city. The buildings are majestic and imposing, with palaces, pavilions, temples, monasteries, palaces and towers standing in an orderly manner, connected by a criss-crossing rectangular road system. In addition, there are lakes, pools and gardens in the city to regulate the air, so people don't feel squeezed at all.

Murong Fu walked slowly in the imperial city. It had been about a month since the last time he came to the imperial city. At that time, he still needed to avoid the eyes and ears of the guards around him, but this time he did not need to do that.

My mind suddenly became clear and the entire imperial city came into view.

The buildings of the palace are arranged along the central axis. Its spatial organization extends from the Daming Gate to the back mountain. There are eight magnificent courtyard groups of different forms along the central axis.

Murong Fu's figure has passed through the large square square with four pavilions on each side, walked across the Outer Five Dragons Bridge across the City Lake, entered the Fengtian Gate, and came to a rectangular deep inner courtyard. At the end is the Duanmen with a closed high wall. This is the entrance to the inner palace city.

At this time, Murong Fu saw from afar a group of figures standing outside the hall. The one in the middle was thin and wore a yellow robe. It was none other than Zhu Yuanzhang, the founder of the Ming Dynasty.

There were two figures beside him who caught Murong Fu's attention. One of them was short, strong and sturdy, about fifty years old, with a full beard and wearing casual clothes.

Another tall and thin man, also in plain clothes, was also staring at Murong Fu closely.

The cultivation base of these two people is not simple. In fact, their cultivation base is far higher than that of Yang Ling, the Night Owl, and Du Mu, the Soul-Seeking Tai Sui, of the Tianming Sect.

"Are you Shuai Nianzu, the 'Hand of the Dead God', or Zhi Potian, the 'Illusion Spear'?"

Seeing these two figures, Murong Fu couldn't help but feel moved and immediately spoke.

"I've met Mr. Murong!"

When the two heard Murong Fu call out their origins, they were shocked and bowed slightly at the same time.

Zhu Yuanzhang, who was standing aside, was even more moved, surprised that the card he regarded as a trump card was recognized by Murong Fu at a glance.

It should be noted that the origins of these two people are not simple. Among them, Shuai Nianzu is known as the "Hand of the God of Death" and is able to control both the black and white worlds with his "Eighteen Palms of the God of Death".

In his early years, he followed Zhu Yuanzhang in conquering the world. He was one of Zhu Yuanzhang's outstanding masters and a partner with "Phantom Spear" Zhi Potian.

Although he assisted Zhu Yuanzhang in conquering the world, he always maintained a detached status as a guest official and did not receive any official position.

He was once ordered by Zhu Yuanzhang to join forces with twelve other masters to ambush the "magic master" Pang Ban. After the failure, he was the only one who managed to escape with his life.

Later, under the order of Zhu Yuanzhang, he retired for thirty years, and trained a group of assassins with Zhi Potian to deal with Lang Fanyun and Pang Ban, the "Chang Yu Jian". However, he did not expect that the assassins he painstakingly trained did not wait to fight Lang and Pang...

As for the 'Phantom Spear' Zhi Potian, his family has an extraordinary tradition. His great uncle was Zhi Lixing, the 'Spear Sect', who was one of the seven great masters who bravely broke into the 'Jingyan Palace' with the hero Fu Ying. Later, he had a decisive battle with the master Bi Yejing of the evil sect 'Yingui Sect' in a high tower, and both died, leaving behind an immortal reputation.

His spear skills are inherited from his family and have reached a superb level. He is regarded as an outstanding figure in the white world whose spear skills are comparable to those of "Poison Hand" Qian Luo.

The ultimate battle will be staged in the imperial city tonight. Not only will Zhu Yuanzhang be surrounded by the shadow eunuchs of the Jingnian Zen sect, but even the two brothers who have always been in hiding will be forced to show up to protect him.

Murong Fu glanced over and suddenly looked up at the top of the Fengtian Palace.

Under the watery moonlight, a figure was standing quietly at the top of the hall.

Pang Ban's majestic body appeared at the edge of the Fengtian Hall and said happily, "In front of this beautiful scenery and on this full-moon night, Brother Murong, please move your carriage and come here for a gathering."

Before Murong Fu could answer, Li Ruohai's cold voice could be heard not far away: "At this time when the moon is shining brightly, it is a great honor to be able to compete with Brother Murong and Master Pang. Please wait for a moment."

Soon, under the moonlight, a straight figure like a spear floated to a corner of the hall, and this person was Li Ruohai.

"Okay, you're all here!"

Murong Fu couldn't help but smile when he saw this scene. Under the gaze of the two men, a figure in white clothes floated in the moonlight, as if riding the wind, and landed in the center of the hall very gracefully.

When the three of them exchanged glances, the world changed instantly.

Zhu Yuanzhang couldn't help but look up at the clear night sky and frowned, "Why did the sky suddenly change?"

Everyone looked up at the sky.

In the east, a thick and heavy dark cloud, with flashes of lightning, was moving rapidly towards the imperial city. Its overwhelming momentum made people feel cold. The bright moon was still reigning over the imperial city, but how long could her light last?
Pang Ban put his hands behind his back, his eyes were like lightning, with a satisfied smile on his face. He looked happily at Murong Fu, who was standing proudly in front of him with a calm demeanor, and Li Ruohai, who was tall and strong and looked like a gun, but he did not speak for a long time.

The three men's eyes were sharp, like divine weapons, clashing in the void.

Dark clouds were moving rapidly across the sky, and in an instant the sky and the ground became dark.

The strong wind before the coming storm raised a cloud of dust in the imperial city, but the three men's clothes remained motionless, like stone gods.

Pang Ban had never met such an opponent in his life. The eyes of both of them were extremely tenacious without exception. What was even more amazing was that their eyes were as real as substance and could actually resist his supreme spiritual power.

There was a sudden thunder in the sky, echoing across the distant horizon.

The magician Pang Ban, whose clothes were fluttering in the night wind, suddenly stopped moving. He lightly stepped on the ground with his right foot, and a sound like muffled thunder was emitted, which boomed throughout the palaces and pavilions crisscrossing each other in the imperial city, echoing endlessly and with awe-inspiring power.

The entire imperial city seemed to shake, covering up the sound of the waves and wind.

Suddenly, a ray of fire flashed in Li Ruohai's eyes, and he, dressed in white, seemed to have turned into a dazzling fire at this moment.

Murong Fu still stood leisurely on the top of the Forbidden City, with a long sword hanging from his waist, as if he was not affected by Pang Ban's mental pull at all.

Pang Ban shook his head and sighed, "You are worthy of being my opponent. You are not affected by the inner demon. Otherwise, under the guidance of the Qi, I will go all out and this battle will not have to be fought."

Murong Fu looked up at the sky, his eyes seemed to be able to see through the clouds and mist, and he had a clear understanding of the outside world. He said calmly: "Man follows the earth, the earth follows the sky, and the sky follows nature. Heaven and man are in harmony, the four seasons change, and people's hearts are disillusioned. This thunderstorm comes at the right time."

Pang Dian nodded and said, "When Master Meng and Chuan Ying had their final battle on Chang Street, there was also thunder and rain. It is a coincidence that this dark cloud came by chance."

Li Ruohai said: "Because the hero Chuan Ying and Meng Chixing back then had already touched the threshold of the Heavenly Dao, just like you and me now!"

Pang Ban couldn't help but laugh when he heard this: "Not bad!"

The three of them all looked relaxed, as if they had never tried to test each other's strength. They looked more like close friends who got together to talk without any hostility.

Seeing this scene, His Highness Zhu Yuanzhang couldn't help but frown slightly. As he was not a martial artist, it was naturally difficult for him to understand why the three men were about to meet in battle. However, they still smiled as before, as if they were not enemies but good friends who had known each other for many years.

Li Ruohai was concentrating.

In his eyes, every movement of Pang Ban, including his laughter, eyes, and the coordination of his waist, legs, and elbows, was not missed.

His movements were so seamless and natural that no one could exploit them.

Li Ruohai gathered all his strength, like an arrow on a bow, ready to be fired, but Pang Ban had no flaws at all, and the attack he had built up could not be launched. He immediately felt upset and extremely sad.

But he is Li Ruohai after all, a man who could master the Wedding Dress Skill to perfection in just a few months and successfully combine it with his Liaoyuan Heart Method.

The wind in the imperial city grew stronger and stronger, raging wildly across the sky.

Lightning flashed across the sky from time to time.

The sky and earth flickered.

Suddenly, it seemed that one person disappeared from the endless imperial city, and it seemed that only three people were left.

At the same time, Pang Ban suddenly laughed loudly, and his clothes suddenly fluttered in the air, making a rustling sound. The clouds and mist above the imperial city began to swirl around him rapidly. The scene was extremely strange.

Li Ruohai smiled slightly and put his hand back, as if he had been looking forward to this battle for a long time.

Murong Fu's beard fluttered, his white clothes fluttered, and he looked like an immortal.

Compared to the two people who were confronting each other, his situation was even more unique, and he had even attracted the attention of the two people invisibly.

Suddenly Pang Ban felt waves of heat, just like the waves hitting the rocky beach from behind, one after another, never ending, rushing towards him one after another, constantly consuming his energy. If he was not careful, he would be drowned. Only he, who had experienced it himself, could understand how terrible it was.

If he had not successfully cultivated the demon seed, transcended death, and reached the state of yin and yang integration, he would certainly not be able to withstand this move!
"Is this the magical skill of wedding dress?"

There was a strange light in Pang Ban's eyes, and he spoke with surprise.

Li Ruohai said calmly: "Not bad!"

Since yesterday, his mind has gradually entered a mysterious realm that he has never entered before.

His mind was completely opened up, and the emotions that had been suppressed for many years surged into his heart without reservation. He was immersed in the soul-stirring memories of the past, not letting go of any fragment or any detail.

The voices and appearances of his younger brother, Gu Ningqing, Feng Xinglie, Lang Fanyun, Pang Ban, Murong Fu and others came alive in his heart and shared with him this unparalleled journey before the decisive battle.

The past, present and future are all one, which includes all love and pain, as well as all human and heavenly things.

Trauma that is usually hidden surfaces, and all kinds of disorienting emotions rush through the soul like a flood.

These emotions, so strong that they could not be restrained and had no end, washed over his body and mind like a flood.

When he appeared in the imperial city, at that moment, he and the world surrounding him no longer had any distinction between inside and outside, or between you and me.

At that moment, he was reborn from the fire of the world like a phoenix.

Just like the martial arts he practiced, there would be no regrets, no surplus, only the continued progress as always.

The faint rumble of thunder in the sky added to the tense atmosphere before the two men's head-on confrontation.

Pang Ban stood tall in the swirling thick fog, constantly using his magic power.

If the opponents were not Li Ruohai and Murong Fu, even someone as skilled as Wuxiang Monk would have to immediately switch from defense to offense under the pressure of his full strength and strong momentum, so as to avoid being crushed to pieces when he pushed his magic power to the limit.

With Li Ruohai's ability, he must also attack with strength and not give Pang Ban this opportunity.

In the sixty years since his magic power reached perfection, no one has ever been able to confront him head-on for as long as Lang Fanyun did, let alone allow him to gather his power.

The essence of the entire world was constantly absorbed into his body through his pores and transformed into true energy. His spirit continued to strengthen and condense, and he tried his best to restrain the opponent's mind and find a gap to sneak in.

This mysterious skill of seizing the fortune of heaven and earth and grabbing the essence of the universe can only be achieved by his demon body that has become a Taoist fetus.

But this process is also extremely dangerous. The human body is always limited, but the universe is infinite. If they just gather together and do not disperse, they may go astray at best, or be shattered to pieces on the spot at worst. Even Pang Ban is no exception.

What he needs is an object to vent to, an evenly matched confrontation, to achieve balance.

The two figures in front of him were exactly the opponents he had been waiting for for sixty years.

(End of this chapter)