Secrets of Tyranny

Chapter 337: Secret of Tyrant Body

"Dominant body?"

Imperial Master Yankang was also somewhat puzzled. After thinking about it carefully, he had indeed never heard of this kind of physique. He looked at the village chief in confusion. The name Tyrant Body was so resounding, and it sounded much more powerful than the four great spiritual bodies. Could it be that there really was a physique in the world that was superior to the four great spiritual bodies?

Why haven’t I heard of it?

Now it seems that there are two tyrants in this world!

The village chief's face trembled, and he felt that his old face was a little embarrassed. It felt like his face was loose and about to fall off. He thought to himself: "Another Tyrant! This little guy Mu'er is really restless..."

He couldn't help but sigh that he was getting old. Even telling a little white lie made him feel terrified for fear of being discovered. But who could discover him?

As the emperor of the previous generation, why should I suffer this torture when I was just telling a little white lie? Why should I always think about covering up the lie?

"Since I made up the physique of Tyrant Body, I have told more lies than I have in the past eight hundred years!"

The village chief cheered up and shook his head, saying, "Mu'er, there can't be another Tyrant Body! This Xu Shenghua is definitely not a Tyrant Body!"

Qin Mu was puzzled, and Imperial Master Yankang was also somewhat puzzled.

The cripple also clenched his fists in excitement: "As the only person who knows about the existence of Tyrant Body, the village chief has always been very secretive about it. Now he is finally going to reveal some of the secrets of Tyrant Body!"

The village chief had a calm expression and said slowly, "It seems that there is a will of heaven. There will only be one hegemon in every generation. The others who look like hegemons are all fake hegemons and cannot be real hegemons. It has been like this since ancient times. In an era, there can only be one real hegemon! You must remember this!"

Imperial Master Yankang could not hide his shock. The only tyrant body in the world? All others were fake tyrant bodies?

The water in this world is indeed deeper than he imagined!

The words of the village chief made him somewhat alert and terrified. The will of heaven, the only hegemon, the pseudo hegemon, it sounded as if there was an inexplicable force controlling all this!

The cripple didn't think much about it and said excitedly: "It's just as I guessed, there is only one true tyrant in this world!"

Qin Mu was a little excited, but then he asked doubtfully, “But Xu Shenghua’s cultivation is almost on par with mine. The only one who can keep pace with me at the same level is Tyrant Body.”

"There is only one reason for this."

The village chief looked solemn and shouted, "That means you are not working hard enough! As a tyrant, you were actually overtaken by the four great spirits or pseudo-tyrants. You should blame yourself and reflect on yourself."

Qin Mu nodded solemnly, "Don't worry, Village Chief, I will work even harder! I have indeed relaxed a little these days. I am making progress, and Xu Shenghua is also making progress. If I relax, I might be surpassed by him!"

The village chief also relaxed and thought, "Mu'er is really too naive. He was fooled by me and will practice harder. If this kid is defeated by Xu Shenghua, he will definitely think that he is not working hard enough. I will have an excuse next time."

Imperial Master Yankang's eyes flickered, and he humbly asked for advice: "Brother Dao, you just said there are hegemonic bodies and pseudo-hegemonic bodies. There seems to be some connection between them. Can you explain it in detail?"

The village chief is a big head, Qin Mu is easy to fool, the cripple only likes to steal things and doesn't know much about the history of the martial arts world, so he is also easy to fool, but National Master Yankang is not so easy to fool.

"Ahem, the battle between the Tyrant Body and the Pseudo-Tyrant Body is a battle of luck."

The village chief said solemnly: "There is only one Tyrant in this world, and there can only be one, but there are many Pseudo Tyrants. I once heard a legend that if a Pseudo Tyrant kills a Tyrant, it can seize its luck, and take the Tyrant's luck away, and then grow from a Pseudo Tyrant to a real Tyrant. I don't know if this is true or not."

Imperial Master Yankang fell into deep thought, and suddenly raised his head and asked, "The battle of destiny between the Tyrant and the Pseudo-Tyrant is indeed thrilling. But how does the Pseudo-Tyrant know that the other party is the real Tyrant? If you don't know that the other party is the Tyrant, how can you kill the Tyrant?"

The village chief was angry. This guy kept asking questions endlessly. How should he continue to make up a story?

"There is actually an incredible connection between the Tyrant Body and the Pseudo-Tyrant Body. When the two meet, they can sense each other."

The village chief calmed down and said, "The moment we met each other, we felt a sense of mutual respect, yet a feeling of hostility to each other..."

He could hardly continue his story when Qin Mu's eyes suddenly lit up and he clapped his hands, "I had the same feeling the moment I met Xu Sheng Hua! No wonder, no wonder! We met on the river, he was on a pleasure boat, and when he saw me he stopped the boat and invited me over! It turned out to be the induction between the Tyrant Body and the Pseudo-Tyrant Body that was causing the problem."

State Master Yankang no longer doubted, looked up at the sky, and said in a daze: "The Xusheng Flower came from Heaven. The god who caused the natural disaster I met also came from Heaven. What is Heaven? There are gods and tyrants? Brother Dao, you should know this place too, right?"

"Just a false god."

The village chief also looked up at the blue sky. To the west of them was an extremely tragic battlefield, but neither of them looked towards the battlefield and did not care about the situation on the battlefield.

"The gods are just a bunch of lackeys, the spies used by the gods to monitor the world."

The village chief said softly, "The snowstorm in your Yankang country has caused great suffering to the people, and it has not recovered yet. In fact, it is just a disaster sent by heaven, using ordinary celestial phenomena to attack. If it was a disaster sent by a real god, hehe..."

He retracted his gaze and said, "The East China Sea is a thousand feet deep, but it also sank to the bottom of the water overnight. The east of Daxu was originally an ocean, but it also turned into land and mountains overnight."

Imperial Master Yankang was horrified.

"I have been against God all my life. God is not easy to deal with, but the existence behind God is even more difficult to deal with."

The village chief stared at his broken arms and legs, lost in thought, and whispered, "You will encounter it, and Mu'er will encounter it too..."

Master Yankang looked at his severed limbs. The sword marks on the wounds might seem normal to other people, but in the eyes of this contemporary sword god, he could see endless mysteries.

He knew very well how terrible the man who cut off the village chief's hands and feet was!

"God will once again bring disaster to prolong health."

The village chief exhaled a foul breath and said, "But the primary enemy of Heaven is the Human Emperor. I have fought with them for hundreds of years. In the past, I had two or three years of life left. Now I have you. You have comprehended the way of the sword and can now fight with them. In the future, there will be Mu'er. When I leave Daxu, visitors from Heaven will come to look for me in the next few days. I can buy you some time."

He spoke neither lightly nor softly, but the three of them could sense a resolute tone in his voice.

"The Emperor cannot die on his sickbed."

The village chief smiled and said softly, "The sickbed is not my home."

Imperial Preceptor Yankang raised his head again and whispered, "God... one day, my Yankang cavalry will flatten that place! But now, we should flatten Helan Pass first!"

He stood up and said, "Everyone, please move to Helan Pass."

A precious chariot came and arrived at the top of the city. The chariot was round in the sky and square in the earth. Qin Mu picked up the village chief and put him on the chariot. Imperial Master Yankang drove and said with a smile: "Let's go to Helan Pass and talk again."

The lame man picked up the golden book on the tea table, threw it to Qin Mu, and said, "I wonder what evil methods that harm people are recorded in the book of the Great Master."

Qin Mu took the golden book and shook his head, saying, "This is not the Great Master's. It is my Qin family's book, and he stole it."

The cripple snorted and said, "Mu'er, you really haven't worked hard enough. You learned my trick of stealing things, but that little bastard still stole them. You'd better just be the second best thief in the world."

"I was willing to be second, but you forced it on me."

Qin Mu opened the golden book and said in surprise, "Pangongcuo actually opened this book! This book was originally sealed. Oh, by the way, village chief, I saw my father!"

The village chief's mind buzzed, and he said in a lost voice: "Have you seen the visitors from Wuyou Township?"

Qin Mu put the golden book down, feeling somewhat sad. "I met him on the treasure ship in the Dark Valley. He had already performed a forbidden technique and merged with the treasure ship, turning into a tree man... He signed a Tubo agreement with the Star-Suppressing Lord and could not open his eyes to see me. He taught me many things, but unfortunately we still have to part..."

Qin Mu was stunned, shook his head, put aside his messy thoughts, and recounted his experiences in the Dark Valley and the Netherworld. The three were dumbfounded. This bizarre experience was fascinating and thrilling, but the secrets hidden in it were so numerous and terrifying that they made people ponder.

Imperial Master Yankang was also shocked. Qin Mu was a tyrant, and he even had a godly father!

"How did the people of Wuyou Village become gods?"

National Master Yankang suddenly remembered something: People from Wuyou Village, the divine bridge is connected to the heaven!

The people of Xiaoyujing told him that the divine bridges of all people in this world are broken, except for the divine bridges of the people of Wuyou Township, which are connected to the heaven!

Doesn’t this mean that Qin Mu’s divine bridge is also connected to heaven?

He turned around and looked at Qin Mu, but Qin Mu didn't know what he was thinking. He picked up the golden book again, opened it and took a look.

Ahead, the tower ship fleet has been crushing its way forward and is about to arrive at Helan Pass. In the duck tongue area, corpses are everywhere, with the bodies of barbarian supernatural masters killed by the Zhenyuan cannon!

The master of the Sword Hall, Jian Sansheng, and the General Guide, Yu Yuan Chuyun, used the tower ships as swords. The two masters of swordsmanship manipulated the tower ships to massacre the opposing grassland army. After an incense stick of time of the encounter, the grassland barbarian army collapsed. They lost their fighting spirit after being bombarded by 14,000 true energy cannons and fled to the Helan Pass like a tide.

Then there was a one-sided massacre. Even though the Witch King and the Khan fought hard, they could not stop the fleeing army or the oncoming army.

Imperial Master Yankang drove slowly. Calculating the time, when the Sword Hall Master flattened the Helan Pass, it was the time when their imperial chariot entered the city.

In the car, Qin Mu looked at the first page of the golden book in his hand. His expression gradually became solemn. He suddenly stood up, and the energy flew out from his fingertips, transforming into various rulers, some circular, some square, some triangular, some elliptical, with various angles and measurements, and began to measure the drawing on the first page of the golden book.

"Mu'er, what are you doing?" the lame man asked curiously.

"Measure the magpie bridge."

Qin Mu said without even looking up: "The exercises in this golden book of my Qin family are strange. If you want to practice, you must calculate every angle of the movement of the vital energy in this diagram. The diagram in this golden book may be... may be..."