Chapter 674

"Ah..." He could not help but let out a long roar to dispel the fear in his heart, striking out with his palms repeatedly to unleash a dense array of palm prints.

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

In a duel between those of the same realm, as long as it wasn't a spiritual weapon strike, he had nothing to fear. Even if they could break his body-protecting Gang Qi, his physical body was enough to withstand all attacks.

His fierce fist shattered a palm print, like a great spear thrusting into the Ghost Tower Master's body-protecting Gang Qi.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

A series of muffled thuds rang out; there were the sounds of Xu Yang's fist striking the Ghost Tower Master's body-protecting Gang Qi, and also the sounds of the Ghost Tower Master's palm prints striking Xu Yang.

Both of them trembled all over; their body-protecting Gang Qi became covered in spiderweb-like cracks before exploding.

Violent waves of energy swept out like blades, sweeping up all the grass, trees, and earth, turning the area within a dozen zhang into a deep pit.

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

Although his body-protecting Gang Qi had been shattered, it had little effect on him; his physical body had already withstood the residual power of the palm prints.

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

The fierce, peerless fist seemed to have driven his body-protecting Gang Qi back into his body, and his frame swelled up as if it were being inflated.

"Bang!"

Xu Yang's fist shattered the body-protecting Gang Qi and landed on the Ghost Tower Master's chest with the force of a bamboo being split.

The Ghost Tower Master's eyes were bloodshot and bulging, as if they were about to be shaken out of their sockets.

"Pfft!"

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

He felt as if he had been rammed in the chest by a crazed bull; his legs could not help but leave 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 piercing scream. His body broke through the air, and the pain made his vision go black; the martial arts imagery behind him collapsed directly, unable to be maintained.

"You are weaker than I imagined!" Xu Yang's voice, as if from hell, rang in his ears, accompanied by tidal waves of murderous intent.

The Ghost Tower Master couldn't help but shudder and shriek, "No, 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 thing."

Xu Yang appeared behind the Ghost Tower Master at some unknown moment, his whole body shining with golden light, his martial arts imagery shaking heaven and earth.

"Roar!"

A beast's roar came, the surrounding earth tore apart and exploded, and the power of heaven and earth swarmed in like a whale swallowing water.

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

A massive, mountain-like pressure descended, and Xu Yang's body was surging with the power of heaven and earth.

Mysterious Turtle Mountain-Suppressing Fist!

A Heavenly Origin martial art!

This fist technique, which had been shelved by Song Yushao and which he had not been qualified to cultivate, was being used by him to fight an enemy for the first time. Setting aside its power for the moment, its ability to draw upon the power of heaven and earth was indeed stronger than all his other martial arts.

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

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

Fist Suppresses Mountains!

Before the fist arrived, the fist pressure had already swept out, suppressing the raging winds swirling around. The power of heaven and earth that the Ghost Tower Master had drawn was shaken away, and his whole body felt as if he were carrying a ten-thousand-jin weight. His legs buckled, and his body-protecting Gang Qi flickered unsteadily, as if it were about to be pressed back into his body by the terrifying fist pressure.

"A Heavenly Origin martial art!" The Ghost Tower Master's expression changed.

He felt that what was striking him was not a fist, but a ten-thousand-jin mountain. His mind trembled, and he felt a sense of powerlessness like a mantis trying to stop a chariot; his Gang Qi circulation became somewhat obstructed.

It was not that he had never cultivated a Heavenly Origin martial art, but Heavenly Origin martial arts required not only understanding martial arts imagery but also perceiving heaven and earth. Without a certain level of comprehension, one could not even enter the door after cultivating for a hundred years.

In the early stages of martial arts, one looks at resources; by the Heavenly Origin realm, if one lacks aptitude and comprehension, having resources alone is useless.

Gang Qi surged out as if it were free, and the Ghost Tower Master tried his best to expand his body-protecting Gang Qi to the maximum while bracing his hands to block.

"Bang!"

The golden fist, wrapped in surging power of heaven and earth, crashed down like a meteor, stirring up ripples visible to the naked eye. The giant turtle phantom roared, moving with the fist, and a deafening muffled thud exploded.

The two streams of Gang Qi collided first, and violent waves of energy roared and swept out, causing the power of heaven and earth to collapse.

The mountain-suppressing force contained in the fist erupted, and the Ghost Tower Master's Gang Qi was directly blasted apart. The terrifying recoil caused him, already injured, to cough up blood, his bones and muscles trembled in unison, and crisp sounds came from all over his body.

His face turned bright red instantly, his skin became congested, his body seemed almost ready to split open, as if he were about to be shaken apart by the punch. Pain distorted his features, and he could not help but let out a muffled groan.

"Crack!"

A crisp sound of bone cracking rang out; the destructive fist force directly shattered the Ghost Tower Master's arms.

"Ah..."

He was so pained that his features twisted; he opened his mouth and let out a miserable scream, his body flying backward off the ground again, scattering blood all the way.

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

The Ghost Tower Master's shattered Gang Qi re-condensed, and he forcibly reconnected his shattered arms, his face full of terror.

"Boom!"

A roar rang in his ears, and the golden fist punched through the air, rushing straight toward 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, smashing the ground into cracks.

The Ghost Tower Master was scared out of his wits, desperately trying to prop up his body-protecting Gang Qi to fight back.

But at this moment, after suffering several heavy punches from Xu Yang, he did not 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 arts imagery; his strength had long since failed to return to its peak, and even if he tried his best to raise his arms, it was to no avail.

"Bang!"

The domineering fist crashed down, and the arms that had already been shattered were directly broken off, exploding into a mist of blood. The broken bones curled back, tearing open his body-protecting Gang Qi and embedding themselves into his flesh, leaving a bloody hole in his chest where skin and flesh rolled, splashing strings of blood.