Chapter 83: Ruthless Lineage

Ye Fan brought out the Li Fire Furnace right away—clearly the opponent is strong.

While the clay pot held off the Li Fire, the man's allies weren't idle; one charged out to face Tu Fei and three others alone.

Tu Fei and Jiang Huairen were both at the fourth level of the Dao Palace; facing the attacking Four Extremes expert, they knew there was no retreat and could only grit their teeth and go forward.

The opponent struck with a palm, its terrifying might shocking—an absolute realm crushing blow! Tu Fei and Jiang Huairen held nothing back, meeting it head-on, but the moment they contacted the Ruthless Lineage, a dreadful black light swept over.

"Hiss! Damn it, young master's bones are all broken!"

Just one exchange, their bodies nearly split, arms spasming, going limp, with a piercing pain.

Before such absolute realm, the two were blasted backward, but fortunately they weren't ordinary; they quickly steadied themselves.

"Let this emperor test your strength."

The Black Emperor was as stout as a bull, his huge body immense, he lifted his massive dog paw and smashed it toward the opponent.

"Hmph!"

The man snorted coldly, not taking the Black Emperor seriously, casually flicking his embroidered robe over.

"What... tremendous strength!"

To his surprise, the Big Black Dog's flesh was terrifyingly strong, several times harder than refined iron; a single punch sent his arm flying.

"Zizzle!"

He was ultimately careless; not only did he fail to block the Black Emperor's attack, but his sleeve was torn to shreds and three strips of flesh were ripped from his arm.

"Impudent! Dare to look down on this emperor—today I'll skin you alive!"

The Big Black Dog stood on his hind legs like a person, stepping on Yang Zhu's Striding Word Secret, his speed reaching the extreme as he charged forward.

He relied on a flesh comparable to a Saint Body and the Striding Word Secret, grappling with a cultivator of the First Layer of Four Extremes.

Although the fight had its give and take, the scene... was hard to bear.

Since the Big Black Dog stood up, his nether regions were naturally exposed, looking quite comical.

"Clang clang!"

Metallic clangs rang out from time to time; the Black Dog gradually gained the upper hand, leaving his opponent covered in wounds, bones exposed in many places.

"Damn, how is this dog spirit so formidable?"

Beaten back step by step, feeling utterly stifled, he couldn't help cursing.

Ye Fan and the Black Dog each held off one opponent; five remained, and even if Tu Fei and Jiang Huairen teamed up, they'd struggle against a single foe.

"Good grief, we won't last ten rounds, will we?"

Tu Fei swallowed his saliva, hardened his heart, and charged forward—better to fight to the death!

Pah— they unleashed many treasures, but against absolute strength they couldn't hold after a dozen rounds, spitting blood and flying back, severely injured.

Though Jiang Huairen spoke little, his aura didn't yield; even when outmatched he showed no fear, and even if half his body was dyed red with blood, he didn't utter a sound.

"Are you all right?"

Seeing this, Ye Fan couldn't help shouting; he needed to fully power the Li Fire Furnace to barely counter that clay pot, but he couldn't free himself, only able to anxiously wait.

Fortunately the Black Dog had the upper hand, and a single retreat caught both of them.

"You two good-for-nothings, can't you be of any use? Have you cultivated all the way into a dog's belly?"

"At a time like this, can't you stop with the cold remarks?"

Already being pressed and beaten by the Four Extremes Secret Realm's strong ones, now the Black Dog's comment made Tu Fei spit another mouthful of blood in anger.

"All together, kill them!"

The Ruthless Lineage folks feared a prolonged stalemate would be discovered, so they all immediately swarmed forward.

"Someone?" At that moment, the group sensed something flying toward them; they turned, intending to swat it down, but upon seeing it clearly changed their swat to a catch, receiving the flying object.

"It's... Ah Jiu!"

One of them's face instantly darkened; the flying object was their comrade lying in ambush far away, now his body split open, utterly smashed.

Merely holding it lightly, the skin fell apart, turning to bloodwater, while the bones had already shattered into powder.

Their hearts turned cold, having guessed something, they sharply looked at the man holding the clay pot.

"Uh-oh, we might have fallen into a trap!"

"Retreat!"

The man holding the clay pot was clearly the leader of the group; he decisively turned to flee.

Suddenly his heart tightened, and almost instinctively he thrust the clay pot forward to block in front of him.

Boom! The next moment, a golden finger poked; after a muffled bang, the clay pot was easily pierced and its side bottom exploded!

"Think you can get away?"

Yang Zhu walked over with one hand behind his back and the other resting on his abdomen, coming from afar.

Though it seemed distant, the moment his toe touched down he had already covered several li, his form fading like a residual shadow.

Yang Zhu thrust out a punch with all his might, his aura swallowing mountains and rivers, even the fierce sun above dimmed, and the earth beneath trembled continuously.

The golden fist wind merged into the void, arriving instantly; with a puff, a blood column shot up, his head exploding into a gorgeous blossom of blood.

"The peak of Four Extremes is nothing more than this."

Yang Zhu's speed reached the extreme, like wind sweeping away the remaining clouds, he swept horizontally at the few remaining; after a series of blows, everyone was slain with a single strike, overwhelming to the utmost! "Who... who are you?!"

Yang Zhu deliberately left one person, pressing his palm down to immobilize him on the spot, unable to move.

"Back then, the Ruthless Great Emperor left a technique to repay the village; who would have thought things would change, her lineage ending up like this."

Yang Zhu felt regret; the Ruthless One, after becoming emperor, left the Heaven‑Swallowing Devilish Art to the village where she grew up, hoping to pass on a legacy.

Who knew that in her first lifetime, the Heaven‑Swallowing Devilish Art was incomplete, harming heaven's harmony; cultivating it to completion would inevitably bring a backlash.

That is why she later shed her Devil Fetus and created the Indestructible Heavenly Technique.

"You... how do you know all this?"

Upon hearing it, the man's pupils contracted sharply; news of the Ruthless lineage was known to only a few, outsiders simply had no way to know.

Even if they knew, most were silenced.

"Let me see just how many secrets you have."

Yang Zhu extended a hand, brushed it before that person, as if seizing something, and then one after another images appeared in the void.

"What kind of method is this, so terrifying?"

Ye Fan couldn't help but exclaim, forcibly extracting the opponent's memory and manifesting it—something he had never heard of.

"Don't even think of getting any information!"

The man struggled violently, first trying to ignite his Primordial Spirit to self-destruct, but found that no matter how hard he tried, it was to no avail.

"In my hands, you can't even die if you want to."

Yang Zhu glanced at him, quickly finished browsing the contents of his mind.

"You've caused great harm, and you still want to die easily?"

Yang Zhu implanted a seal into that person's body, then glanced at Ye Fan, who understood instantly and, with a backhand, suppressed the person into the Li Fire Furnace.

(End of chapter)