Chen Ping An went towards the corridor. As soon as he stepped onto the corridor, his head felt dizzy, and his vision became blurry.
Chen Ping An felt dizzy and lightheaded. In an instant, he crossed time and space, arriving at an extraordinary corridor without any transition.
He looked around in a daze.
He walked forward step by step, straight ahead, constantly moving forward.
Chen Ping An's footsteps echoed continuously on the corridor.
Suddenly, the corridor changed, the strange scenery of the corridor gradually appeared, leaving Chen Ping An astonished.
On both sides of the corridor were blue sky and white clouds floating, and the long corridor pillars were filled with the passage of time.
These white clouds exuded a faint Daoist aura and drifted with the wind.
The entire corridor was like a painting.
The distant end of the corridor went straight into the clouds, and ancient buildings appeared faintly in the light.
These buildings were majestic and imposing, exuding an ancient aura.
Below the corridor, a crystal-clear stream flowed, with shimmering, crystal-clear light in the rippling water.
In the stream, fish happily frolicked.
On this corridor, Chen Ping An felt a sense of transcending the mundane!
The scene before him shocked Chen Ping An.
Chen Ping An looked at the scene before him, gazed at the land depicted below, and looked into the distance!
He felt a surge of ambition in his heart and began to walk forward step by step!
He wanted to see what kind of scenery lay in the distance!
Just then, Chen Ping An saw a figure in white in the distance of the corridor!
Chen Ping An only glanced at it before withdrawing his gaze and looking at the scenery around the corridor!
So this is the scenery outside our town, this is what the martial arts manual describes, a punch that reaches heaven!
Chen Ping An walked along, recalling the martial arts moves from the manual!
We martial artists, a punch that reaches heaven, our hearts reach beyond the heavens, our will surpasses the heavens!
The black and white-clad young man's martial arts skills soared towards the heavens, like a stroke of ink flowing across the corridor!
Chen Ping An entered a state of wondrous understanding! His martial arts cultivation rose from the first realm continuously!
A wave of powerful martial intent emanated from Chen Ping An!
Second realm, third realm, all the way to the sixth realm.
Chen Ping An grinned, then fell back from the sixth realm to the first realm!
Brother and Senior Brother Lu Chen said that the foundation of martial arts must be laid well, not breaking through realms outside the town!
Chen Ping An's martial arts aura became even stronger, but his qi and blood were a bit weak!
But Chen Ping An felt that he could now knock out someone in the third realm with a single punch!
Chen Ping An simply climbed the bridge, striking martial arts stances, and punched his way up step by step!
As Chen Ping An climbed the stairs, a wave of pressure and a series of voices came from around him!
"Chen Ping An, just kneel down a little, and you'll have a good life!"
Chen Ping An inexplicably felt a wave of pressure on his body, and his martial arts stance trembled!
When the mysterious voice sounded again, "This opportunity won't come again!"
That formless power suddenly attacked him, like a thousand-pound weight, pressing heavily on his shoulders.
His body began to tremble, but Chen Ping An's heart remained firm.
Chen Ping An closed his eyes, held his breath!
The voice seemed to come from the celestial realm, deep and full of temptation.
Every syllable seemed to reverberate in the depths of his soul, making his heart seem to be stirred like a tumultuous ocean.
The voice was light and ethereal, carrying an irresistible force.
However, Chen Ping An did not waver. He took a deep breath, straightened his spine, raised his head, and took another step forward, his martial arts stance restored!
His eyes flashed with determination.
As the temptation of the mysterious voice lingered in Chen Ping An's heart, suddenly, a thunderous, majestic roar rang out in his ears like thunder.
"You lowly mortal, don't you dare kneel before me?"
The voice was sharp as a knife, like bone-chilling ice, striking directly at Chen Ping An's soul.
Each syllable seemed to carry an irresistible majesty and awe, making the air seem to solidify for a moment, time pausing for a brief moment.
Chen Ping An's body trembled. He felt the formless pressure attacking him again, even stronger than before, almost knocking him to the ground.
The atmosphere around him became solemn and tense. Chen Ping An felt as if the whole world was tilting, and now he was alone facing this powerful threat.
However, Chen Ping An did not waver. His knees were weak, and he kept wanting to kneel down!
He took deep breaths, trying to straighten his body, sweat running into his eyes.
His whole body seemed to tremble under the sound, but his heart remained as firm as rock, unmoved.
"Mortal, kneel down quickly!"
The voice seemed like a divine judgment, impossible to escape, impossible to resist.
Chen Ping An's martial intent continuously resisted the pressure!
"Kneel down for a path to the heavens, it's not a loss!"
"This kneel, you will live forever! Become a god!"
"Chen Ping An, don't move, accept divine blessing here, from this moment on..." Is that Grandpa Yang's voice?
"Chen Ping An, you're a jinx, you killed your parents, you bastard! Do you deserve to climb up?"
"Kneel down! One more step forward, and you'll go see your dead parents."
"You're just a pile of shit, you should have died long ago, why are you still shamelessly climbing up? You little bastard!"
Chen Ping An listened to everything around him expressionlessly!
Since Chen Ping An was a child, the most he heard was insults, and the most he received was scornful looks!
He was truly fed up!
His name is Chen Ping An, not "little bastard" or "bastard"!
They want him to kneel, do they even deserve it?
Martial artists without courage, evil arises from the heart!
Chen Ping An threw a punch towards his surroundings,
"What I do, Chen Ping An, what I want to do, you have no right to interfere!"
"Do you dare to control me?"
"This punch is called 'Breaking Fate'!"
At this moment, Chen Ping An's martial intent was higher than heaven, heavier than fate!
Chen Ping An threw a punch, his martial intent surging like a mighty river, his martial will blooming like a scorching sun!
Chen Ping An threw another punch, "This punch is called 'Shattering Fortune'!"
I, Chen Ping An, don't believe in fate, I don't submit to fortune!
As this punch was thrown, the entire corridor and heavens were filled with strange omens!
Chen Ping An continued to punch, continuously releasing martial intent!
Each punch was like Chen Ping An's silent resistance against the hardships of fate, his unwillingness and defiance!
Chen Ping An's eyes shone brightly!
Each punch was like hitting everyone in the face!
The owner of the voice was furious, "Do you dare call yourself a god? Get lost!"
"What are you? A nobody?"
"You dare, mortal!"
A wave of pressure directly pressed down, crushing Chen Ping An's seven orifices until they bled, and he fell directly to the ground!
Like a pile of mud!
A disdainful smile curled at the corner of Chen Ping An's mouth, then he used his hands to support himself, struggling to climb to the corridor railing, sitting up!
Then he grabbed the railing, using all his strength to climb up. Chen Ping An's feet and legs were already broken!
Chen Ping An felt the wave of pressure pressing down on him, as if Mount Tai was crushing him, causing his seven orifices to split open, his blood flowing wildly, his entire body nearly shattered.
However, his eyes were filled with mockery!
"Ah!" Chen Ping An let out a muffled groan, but a disdainful smile still remained at the corner of his mouth.
He propped up his trembling body and struggled to stand up.
Chen Ping An's face was as pale as paper, his forehead covered in sweat!
The bones in his feet were shattered, every inch of his skin was burning.
That voice looked at Chen Ping An's unyielding body, his mocking, disdainful gaze, and the rebelliousness in his brow!
The pressure was released again and again, Chen Ping An was pressed down again and again, and he struggled to get up again and again.
The wounds on Chen Ping An's body grew more numerous, the pain intensified, but his qi and blood burned like fire, his martial intent and will like scorching magma!
"Chen Ping An, aren't you going to leave? You're just a homeless bastard, why don't you kneel!"
"Just a mortal youngster, how dare you defy a god!"
"Get lost!"
"Kneel down!"
Chen Ping An listened to the roars coming from all around, he was still smiling!
But he was unable to speak anymore. His qi and blood, his martial intent, had been burned out!
With the last bit of strength he had, he stood up once more, mockingly looking at the owner of those voices.
"Kneel your mother!"
Old Man Yang looked at Chen Ping An, feeling incredibly unfamiliar, but while he felt incredibly unfamiliar, his heart was filled with relief!
Perhaps this was the true form of the boy from Mud Jar Alley, the one called "Dog Leg," the one who was cursed and looked down upon, the one who was far more pathetic than his peers!
How unlike that honest and simple boy?
At this moment, Chen Ping An was wearing a black and white Taoist robe, his eyes full of disdain, rebellion in his brow, a mocking smile at the corner of his mouth, as if taunting the gods' furious impotence!
At this moment, Chen Ping An was truly a spirited young man!
He wouldn't accept fate, he wouldn't submit to fortune, he dared to punch against any injustice! I will ascend to the heavens alone!
Just as the last wave of pressure fell, just as Old Man Yang was about to save Chen Ping An!
A voice suddenly boomed!
"Bullying a youngster, what kind of skill is that? Come on, come on, if you have the ability, come debate with me, Li Er!"
"If I lose a single word, I'll take your surname!"
"A bunch of trash!"
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