Chapter 673

"Boom!"

This punch, with the momentum of a thunderbolt, weighed more than ten thousand jin and possessed the power to crush anything in its path.

The air seemed to have been blasted apart, stirring up white waves of energy. Before the fist even arrived, the ferocious fist force already gave the Ghost Tower Master a sense of discomfort as if he were carrying a thousand-jin boulder, and his feet sank into the soil without him 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.

Not only had he cultivated it, but he had also reached the verge of Minor Success; such terrifying talent was enough to make one's heart tremble.

One must know that for the Eight Fiends Dragon-Subduing Force, many Elders of the Profound Heaven Sect could only reach this stage after a lifetime of cultivation.

"I cannot flee, I cannot turn my back 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 around recklessly at this moment, Xu Yang's fist would crash down, and he would be severely injured if not killed; the punch, bolstered by the Eight Fiends Dragon-Subduing Force, had already made him feel a sense of powerlessness against an unbeatable foe.

But 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 Gang 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 sounded as his weapon was unsheathed. The Ghost Tower Master's hand, at some unknown moment, had pressed against the saber at his waist and quickly drawn it. In an instant, spiritual energy surged, and the power of heaven and earth swarmed in.

A spiritual weapon saber!

The precious saber was like a streak of silver light, shooting out from the scabbard with a sound like a dragon's roar, overflowing with cold air.

Murderous intent surged in Xu Yang's eyes as he stared fixedly at the Ghost Tower Master. His golden fist, like a bolt of golden lightning tearing through the air, smashed right into 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.

"Dang..."

The trembling ring of metal clashing echoed out; Xu Yang's fist seemed not to be made of flesh and blood, but cast from metal.

Violent energy swept outward, and the ripples were visible to the naked eye.

The golden fist weighed more than ten thousand jin, and the spiritual weapon saber was directly bent into a terrifying arc, as if it were about to be snapped by the punch. It let out waves of mournful cries, and the luster of the blade, which had been surging with spiritual energy, dimmed somewhat.

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

What truly terrified him was that domineering power, which had actually shaken away some of the spiritual weapon's spirit, causing the quality of the spiritual weapon to decline and its ability to draw upon the power of heaven and earth to be significantly reduced.

"What terrifying power!"

He could not help but be horrified. If given more time, Xu Yang might even crush a spiritual weapon with his bare hands; he simply did not seem like a human. Even a genius with spiritual bones would likely be no match for this.

"Boom!"

Scorching Gang Qi poured out like a burst levee, and the spiritual weapon the Ghost Tower Master was gripping tightly was scorched red, emitting waves of blue smoke.

The destructive force surged over, shattering the Gang Qi he had covered his hands with. The spiritual weapon was knocked from his grasp and slammed heavily into his body-protecting Gang Qi.

The Ghost Tower Master's arms trembled, blood flew everywhere, and he retreated in large strides, his face pale with shock. He didn't even care 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 large, meteor-like strides, wrapped in a gale like a raging sea, cracking the earth beneath his feet with every step.

Golden Gang 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, sounding a deafening muffled thud as it struck out again like a bolt of thunder.

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 on his heart, making it difficult to breathe.