Chapter 108: The Strongest Blow

"Crack!"

"Bang!"

Qian Daoliu punched Tangchen, and Tangchen's body only trembled slightly, suffering no serious harm.

Meanwhile, Qian Daoliu's body was blasted flying dozens of meters.

"Pfft!"

Qian Daoliu spat out a mouthful of hot blood, clutching his chest as he trembled violently while hovering in midair, his eyes filled with shock.

He could feel several of his ribs broken by Tangchen's punch, yet Tangchen, after taking his punch, was completely unharmed.

From this punch, Qian Daoliu knew Tangchen had not exaggerated; Tangchen's strength far surpassed his own.

Qian Daoliu glanced at Bo Sai Xi standing beside Qianxunji, feeling utterly embarrassed.

Back then, he and Tangchen had pursued Bo Sai Xi together, and Tangchen was already stronger than him, though only slightly.

But decades later, Tangchen is vastly stronger than him. Especially now, being watched by Bo Sai Xi, makes him feel even more embarrassed.

Qian Daoliu glared at Tangchen and snapped:

"Damn, you old geezer, are you hitting me hard just because I'm too handsome?"

Tangchen heard this and laughed loudly, replying:

"What good is looks? Out here, you rely on strength—fists are the ultimate truth."

Qian Daoliu glanced again at Bo Sai Xi, who covered her mouth and chuckled lightly, making him feel even more embarrassed.

"Hmph!" Qian Daoliu snorted coldly, sneering as he said:

"You say we need to talk strength when we're out here? You say we need to talk fists?"

"Xunji, I got beaten—hurry up and help me beat them back."

"Okay!" Qianxunji replied, his sharp eyes locking onto Tangchen before him.

As for the continent's current strongest openly known figure, Qianxunji still had a bit of interest in him.

Moreover, Tangchen is the one Bo Sai Xi loves; beating him up a bit is hardly excessive.

He wants Bo Sai Xi to know that, in his eyes, the man she loves is nothing at all.

Seeing Qian Daoliu have Qianxunji help him, Bo Sai Xi, well aware of Qianxunji's strength, knew Tangchen stood no chance against him, and thus worried:

"Tangchen, under no circumstances should you fight Qianxunji—he's far too strong."

However, faced with Bo Sai Xi's persuasion, Tangchen shook his head, his sharp gaze locked on Qianxunji, and said in a low voice:

"I certainly know Qianxunji is very strong, extremely strong—I can't even imagine such a heaven-defying figure appearing on the continent. Merely at rank 97, he slew a rank 105 Sea God's divine thought; it's utterly unbelievable."

"Now I have only three days left to live; I've spent my life pursuing godhood. Now, encountering such a prodigy, how could I possibly not fight him?"

Bo Sai Xi, hearing this, also understood Tangchen's intention.

She knows Tangchen well—he is extremely belligerent, and was the era's most outstanding genius, his strength unmatched.

And after decades of slumber, with only three days of life left, encountering a talent stronger than him, with gifts even more monstrous, how could Tangchen not go fight him?

Thinking this through, Bo Sai Xi softly said:

"Go on, pursue your battle."

Tangchen nodded, his gaze turning to Qianxunji, his fighting spirit soaring, and said:

"Qianxunji, shall we fight using soul skills, or like my earlier clash with Qian Daoliu, directly using soul power and flesh?"

Qianxunji looked at Tangchen before him and replied lightly:

"How about this: you use your strongest soul skill and secret art to unleash your mightiest blow, while I forgo soul power and fight you with pure physical strength."

Upon hearing this, Tangchen, who is proud and arrogant, would normally feel slighted and grow angry if anyone else spoke to him this way.

But hearing these words from Qianxunji before him, he felt no slight at all; instead, he solemnly nodded.

Because he knows Qianxunji possesses such strength.

However, he also wants to know just how strong Qianxunji is—how much stronger he is compared to himself, a half-god who has undergone the Title's eight trials.

"Then I'll make my move—please unleash all your bodily strength, and don't fear killing me."

"Go all out!" Qianxunji replied lazily, hovering in midair.

"Heh!"

Tangchen bellowed, countless blood-red Asura God power surged around his body, and nine soul rings appeared externally.

His right hand opened, a black hammer slowly materialized, then rapidly expanded to over ten zhang in length—even the thickness of its handle matched his sturdy frame.

Tangchen's face was solemn, his hands wrapped in blood-red Asura God power as he gripped the hammer's haft.

Otherwise, he couldn't even hold that massive haft with both hands.

The instant Tangchen grasped the enlarged Haotian Hammer, his aura shifted dramatically—like a deity stepping out of a Shura battlefield, radiating slaughter, bloodlust, and terror.

At that moment, Tangchen's pair of sharp black eyes turned blood-red, filled with killing intent as they locked onto Qianxunji, and a savage voice rang out:

"Qianxunji, prepare to receive my strongest strike!"

"Mount… Sumeru… Hammer!"

Tangchen roared, launching himself straight through the air toward Qianxunji in a fierce leap, shooting forward at great speed.

He bent his waist, lifted the hammer, both hands gripping the Mount Sumeru Hammer, and slammed it down fiercely from above onto Qianxunji.

Qianxunji, seeing the Mount Sumeru Hammer emanating Asura God power, knew Tangchen was unleashing it using the Asura God power within his body.

"Tangchen, this hammer of yours is indeed formidable—far stronger than Tang Hao's half-baked version."

"Tang Hao?"

"Grandson?"

Hearing Tang Hao's voice, Tangchen knew Qianxunji had certainly seen his grandson Tang Hao.

Having not seen Tang Hao for decades, Tangchen misses his grandson dearly.

However, now is not the time to ask about the news of grandson Tang Hao, because he is currently using his strongest strike of his life.

Kill!

Tangchen let out a fierce shout, gripping the enormous Haotian Hammer with both hands, and smashed it fiercely onto Qianxunji's body.

At the very last moment, Qianxunji watched the Haotian Hammer about to strike, clenched his right fist, and then raised it above his head.

Boom!

A deafening roar erupted in the air, followed by a terrifying blood-red shockwave that formed and spread outward through the surrounding air.

Qian Daoliu and Bo Sai Xi in the air hastily employed their strongest defensive soul skill.

Bang… bang!

The blood-red shockwave struck them, sending Qian Daoliu and Bo Sai Xi flying backward tens of meters in the air.

Fortunately, the two had deployed their strongest defensive soul skill; otherwise, under this shockwave they would surely have suffered severe injuries.

Bo Sai Xi and Qian Daoliu steadied themselves in the air, then glanced at each other, both seeing the shock reflected in the other's eyes.

They knew that even if Tangchen had been parasitized by a nine-headed blood-red bat and wasted decades of time, a few decades ago, after leaving Sea God Island, his strength had far surpassed theirs within just a few years.

Bo Sai Xi withdrew her defensive soul skill, gazing toward the air; the residual shockwave from Tangchen's strike shoved her and Qian Daoliu backward, making it unimaginable how terrifying the attack power must have been that Qianxunji, at the attack's center, endured.

(End of chapter)