Chapter 410

"Boom!"

This punch was as swift as a thunderbolt, heavier than ten thousand jun, and possessed the power to crush anything.

The air seemed to have been blasted apart, stirring up white shockwaves. Before the fist even arrived, the ferocious fist force already made the Ghost Tower Master feel as if he were carrying a thousand-pound boulder, his feet sinking into the soil without him even realizing it.

"Eight Fiends Dragon-Subduing Force..."

The overwhelming fist pressure caused the Ghost Tower Master’s expression to change drastically. He instantly understood the reason for Xu Yang’s surge in strength: Xu Yang had cultivated the Eight Fiends Dragon-Subduing Force.

He had not only cultivated it but had reached a level near minor completion; such terrifying talent was enough to make one tremble.

One must know that many Elders of the Purple Sun Gate could only reach this level after a lifetime of cultivating the Eight Fiends Dragon-Subduing Force.

"I cannot flee; I cannot leave my back exposed to him." The Ghost Tower Master finally understood what it meant to be unable to get off a tiger once riding it.

If he were to turn and flee regardless of everything now, Xu Yang’s fist would descend, and he would be severely injured if not killed. The punch, bolstered by the Eight Fiends Dragon-Subduing Force, had already filled him with a sense of helplessness against an unmatchable foe.

Yet if he did not turn and continued to tangle with Xu Yang, being beaten to death by Xu Yang was only a matter of time.

"Fight to the death!"

With his true qi erupting from the soles of his feet, the Ghost Tower Master retreated, widening the distance between himself and Xu Yang to buy time to react.

"Clang!"

A crisp ring echoed as his weapon left its sheath. The Ghost Tower Master’s hand had reached for the saber at his waist at some unknown moment, and he drew it rapidly. In an instant, spiritual energy surged, and the power of heaven and earth swarmed toward him.

A spiritual weapon saber!

The precious saber was like a silver streak, shooting out from the scabbard with a sound like a dragon’s roar, radiating a biting chill.

Murderous intent surged in Xu Yang’s eyes. He stared fixedly at the Ghost Tower Master, his golden fist tearing through the air like a bolt of golden lightning, slamming exactly onto the spiritual weapon saber that had just been drawn.

It was hard to say whether the Ghost Tower Master had precisely blocked Xu Yang’s attack or if Xu Yang had suppressed the Ghost Tower Master’s use of the spiritual weapon; in any case, the fist and the spiritual weapon collided just like that.

"Clang..."

The trembling sound of metal clashing rang out. Xu Yang’s fist seemed not to be made of flesh and blood, but cast from gold and iron.

Violent force swept outward, the ripples visible to the naked eye.

The golden fist, heavier than ten thousand jun, forced the spiritual weapon saber into a terrifying arc, as if it were about to be snapped in two by the punch. It let out mournful cries, and the luster of the blade, previously surging with spiritual energy, dimmed significantly.

The Ghost Tower Master’s eyes were filled with disbelief. The violent shock transmitted through the blade nearly made him lose his grip, and tiny cracks appeared in the web between his thumb and forefinger.

What truly terrified him was that tyrannical power, which had actually shaken away some of the spirituality of his weapon, causing its quality to drop and significantly reducing its ability to channel the power of heaven and earth.

"What terrifying power!"

He couldn't help but be horrified. If given more time, Xu Yang might even shatter the spiritual weapon with his bare hands. He didn't seem like a human at all; even a prodigy with spiritual bones would likely be no more than this.

"Boom!"

Scorching true qi poured out like a burst dam, flooding forth crazily. The spiritual weapon that the Ghost Tower Master was gripping tightly was scorched red, emitting wisps of blue smoke.

The destructive force surged over, shattering the true qi covering his hands. The spiritual weapon was knocked from his grasp, slamming heavily into his protective true qi.

The Ghost Tower Master’s arms trembled, blood flying everywhere. Pale with shock, he retreated with large strides, not even caring about his spiritual weapon, wanting only to put distance between himself and Xu Yang.

"Stay here!"

Xu Yang’s momentum was like a rainbow. He pursued with long strides, carrying a gale like a raging sea, cracking the earth beneath his feet with every step.

Golden true qi roared out, and the phantom of the Wisdom King behind him surged again, its massive pressure crashing directly into the Ghost Tower Master’s mind.

"Boom!"

The golden fist tore through the air, producing a deafening muffled sound as it struck out once more like a thunderbolt.

Before the fist arrived, the gale it stirred up uprooted the surrounding trees; the momentum was extremely terrifying.

Under the overwhelming pressure, the Ghost Tower Master felt as if a giant boulder were pressing down on his heart, making it difficult to breathe.

"Ah..." He couldn't help but let out a long roar to dispel the fear in his heart, striking out with both palms in succession to unleash a flurry of solid palm prints.

Xu Yang was completely unafraid, his gaze cold and indifferent.

In a clash between those of the same realm, as long as it wasn't a spiritual weapon strike, he had no fear. Even if they could break his protective true qi, his physical body was enough to withstand all attacks.

His fierce fist shattered a palm print, stabbing into the Ghost Tower Master’s protective true qi like a great spear.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

A series of muffled sounds rang out, consisting of both the sound of Xu Yang’s fist hitting the Ghost Tower Master’s protective true qi and the sound of the Ghost Tower Master’s palm prints hitting Xu Yang.

Both men trembled all over; their protective true qi became covered in spiderweb-like cracks before exploding.

Violent shockwaves swept out like knives, uprooting all vegetation and soil, turning the area within a dozen zhang into a deep pit.

Xu Yang felt his blood and qi surging, his bones roaring, and the surging power continued to erupt.

Although his protective true qi had been shattered, it had little effect on him; his physical body had already hard-carried the remaining force of the palm prints.

The Ghost Tower Master did not have such a powerful physical body. The terrifying force contained in the punch erupted, and he felt as if he had been struck by a hammer weighing ten thousand jun. His face instantly flushed red, his bones roared, a mouthful of blood nearly sprayed from his mouth, and his internal organs were displaced.

The fierce, unstoppable fist seemed to have driven his protective true qi back into his body, and his frame swelled as if being blown up like a balloon.

"Bang!"

Xu Yang’s fist shattered the protective true qi and landed on the Ghost Tower Master’s chest with the force of a bamboo being split.

The Ghost Tower Master’s eyes became bloodshot, his eyeballs bulging as if they were about to be shaken out of their sockets.

"Pfft!"

The mouthful of blood he had been holding back could no longer be contained; he opened his mouth and sprayed it out, pain spreading across his face.

It was as if he had been rammed in the chest by a crazed bull; his feet left the ground as he flew backward. His clothes exploded, revealing a fist print on his chest that was sizzling and bleeding, surrounded by cracks.

"Ah..."

The Ghost Tower Master let out a shrill scream. His body tore through the air, the pain making his vision go black, and the martial intent behind him collapsed directly, unable to be maintained.

"You are weaker than I imagined!" Xu Yang’s voice, sounding as if it came from hell, rang in his ears, accompanied by a tide of murderous intent.

The Ghost Tower Master couldn't help but shudder, screaming, "Don't! I am the Ghost Tower Master; if you kill me, you will bring endless trouble upon yourself."

"You came to intercept and kill me, and now that you can't beat me, you think you can live just because you have a background? There is no such cheap deal."

Xu Yang appeared behind the Ghost Tower Master at some unknown moment, his entire body glowing with dazzling golden light, his martial intent shaking the heavens and the earth.

"Roar!"

A beast’s roar came, the surrounding earth tearing apart and exploding as the power of heaven and earth swarmed in like a whale swallowing water.

The Wisdom King phantom vanished, replaced by a giant turtle with a ferocious face.

A pressure as massive as a mountain descended, and Xu Yang’s body was surging with the power of heaven and earth.

Black Tortoise Mountain-Suppressing Fist!

A Heaven-Origin martial technique!

This fist technique, which had been shelved by Song Yushao and deemed unworthy of cultivation, was being used by him to face an enemy for the first time. Setting aside its power, its ability to channel the power of heaven and earth was indeed stronger than all his other martial techniques.

From all directions, mountain winds whistled, and the power of heaven and earth flowed in crazily.

Xu Yang’s body was brilliant with light, his wild hair dancing, the martial intent behind him shaking the heavens and the earth. His fist, emitting a blinding golden light, struck out, the thick power of heaven and earth pressing down like a great mountain.

Fist Suppressing the Mountain!

Before the fist arrived, the fist pressure had already swept out, suppressing the surrounding raging winds. The power of heaven and earth that the Ghost Tower Master had channeled was shaken away. He felt as if he were carrying a ten-thousand-jun weight, his legs bent, and his protective true qi flickered unsteadily, as if it were about to be forced back into his body by the terrifying fist pressure.

"A Heaven-Origin martial technique!" The Ghost Tower Master’s expression changed.

He felt that what was striking him was not a fist, but a ten-thousand-jun mountain. His mind trembled, and he felt the helplessness of a mantis trying to stop a chariot; his true qi circulation became somewhat obstructed.

It wasn't that he hadn't cultivated Heaven-Origin martial techniques, but Heaven-Origin martial techniques required not only the comprehension of martial intent but also an understanding of heaven and earth. Without a certain level of aptitude, it was impossible to even enter the door, even after cultivating for a hundred years.

In the early stages of the martial path, one looks at resources, but once at the Heaven-Origin realm, resources are useless without talent and comprehension.

True qi poured out as if it were worthless; the Ghost Tower Master tried his best to expand his protective true qi to its maximum while bracing his hands to block.

"Bang!"

The golden fist, carrying the surging power of heaven and earth, struck down like a meteor, stirring up visible ripples. The giant turtle phantom roared, moving with the fist, and a deafening muffled sound exploded.

The two streams of true qi collided first, violent shockwaves roaring as they swept out, and the power of heaven and earth collapsed.

The mountain-suppressing force contained in the fist erupted. The Ghost Tower Master’s true qi was blasted apart, and the terrifying recoil caused him, already injured, to cough up large mouthfuls of blood. His bones trembled in unison, and crisp cracking sounds came from his entire body.

His face instantly turned bright red, his skin became engorged with blood, and his body seemed on the verge of splitting apart, as if he were about to be shaken to pieces by the punch. Pain distorted his features, and he couldn't help but let out a muffled groan.

"Crack!"

A crisp sound of bone fracturing arose; the unstoppable fist force directly shattered the Ghost Tower Master’s arms.

"Ah..."

The pain distorted his features, and he opened his mouth to let out a scream, his body once again leaving the ground and flying backward, scattering blood along the way.

Xu Yang’s energy surged, and he took a large step, his body flying in pursuit.

The Ghost Tower Master’s shattered true qi re-condensed, and he forcibly reconnected his broken arms, his face full of terror.

"Boom!"

A roar sounded in his ears; the golden fist punched through the air, heading straight for the Ghost Tower Master’s face like a meteor.

Before the fist arrived, the terrifying fist pressure had already enveloped him, pressing the flying Ghost Tower Master down from mid-air to the ground, shattering the earth.

The Ghost Tower Master was scared out of his wits, desperately trying to prop up his protective true qi to fight back.

But at this moment, after suffering several heavy punches from Xu Yang, he didn't know how many of his meridians had been shattered. Coupled with the fear in his heart, he could not fully exert the power of his martial intent. His strength was no longer at its peak, and even if he struggled to raise his arms, it was to no avail.

"Bang!"

The tyrannical fist struck down. The arms that had already been shattered were broken off entirely, exploding into a mist of blood. The bone fragments recoiled, tearing through his protective true qi and embedding themselves into his flesh. A bloody hole appeared in his chest with skin and flesh rolling outward, splashing strings of blood.