Chapter 43: Is this old immortal still a person?

Hahaha! Old thing! You want to fight me? You're still too tender!

Wan Hong's voice echoed over the ruins filled with gunpowder smoke and the stench of blood, bringing the thorough satisfaction of finally removing a thorn from one's eye and a splinter from one's flesh.

The frustration of being pressed and beaten by Wang Shan just now seemed to vanish like smoke under this claw.

And Wang Shan?

He lay like a discarded ragdoll, smashed hard into a pile of rubble dozens of meters away.

"Thud!" a muffled sound, dust rose. The gravel jabbed his back, causing soreness, but compared to the excruciating pain as if bone fragments were dislocated in his arms, it was nothing.

Ugh...

He struggled to lift his body, but his arms went limp like noodles, unable to muster any strength.

Even a slight movement sent a wave of heart-rending, lung-splitting pain, making his vision darken and cold sweat instantly soak his back.

A surge of nauseating sweetness welled up in his throat; he couldn't hold back, spitting a big mouthful of fresh blood that splattered onto the stones before him, a shocking sight.

It's over...

That claw nearly crippled his arms, and his five viscera and six bowels were shaken into disarray by that overbearing, icy demon qi.

Body Refining Eighth Layer... I'm still far from the Ninefold Peak! This hurdle is indeed not easy to cross.

Being able to temporarily suppress it with a breath and a few talismans was already lucky.

Wan Hong slowly landed nearby, looking down at Wang Shan's miserable state, his smug expression impossible to hide.

Finally managed to knock this old guy down! Not easy!

But... that old guy's earlier frenzy...

Wan Hong also felt a bit doubtful.

How could someone who just broke through to Body Refining Eighth Layer push him, a Ninefold Peak cultivator, to this extent?

And he even got injured! This is really fishy!

Could it be that the Duant Body Art actually has some secret?

Impossible, that's just street‑vendor junk!

Who cares!

Wan Hong's eyes narrowed, and his doubt was instantly replaced by intense killing intent.

This old thing must not be left alive!

If we don't crush his bones and scatter his ashes today, once he recovers he could become a major hidden danger for the Wan Family!

Such a monster capable of fighting above its level must be nipped in the bud!

"Kill him! Hong Ye! Well done! Kill him!"

In the distance, Chen Tianfeng, who had been watching the battle from a tree, saw Wang Shan struck down with a heavy blow and became so excited he almost fell from the tree, waving his fists and shouting approval with saliva flying.

That sight excited him more than if he had won himself.

Wan Hong's subordinates, including the Body Refining Eighth Layer Offering, were also greatly energized.

The Helmsman showed his might! The Wang Family is doomed this time! Their attacks grew fiercer, launching a final encirclement against the few remaining Wang Family descendants.

"Pfft!"

Another Wang Family descendant screamed as the Body Refining Eighth Layer Offering smashed his skull with a palm, splattering red and white everywhere.

"No——!"

Wang Zhize watched his clansmen fall one by one, his heart torn as if by a knife, his eyes about to burst.

He wanted to help, but he himself was entangled by two Body Refining Seventh Layer fighters, his body already covered in wounds and his spiritual power nearly exhausted.

Father... Father was also knocked down...

Wang Zhize saw his father struggling in the distant ruins; the last faint spark of hope in his heart seemed to be blown out by the gale. Despair, like icy floodwaters, instantly engulfed his heart.

Could it be... that the Wang Family is really doomed today?

But he refused to give up, could not give up! He gritted his teeth, determined to take someone down with him even in death, waving his long blade more frantically, like a madman!

Wan Hong had no mind to bother with the lives of those petty lackeys.

His sole target was Wang Shan!

He stepped slowly toward the fallen Wang Shan, each pace not swift but bearing a weight of thousands of jin, as if treading on the hearts of all Wang Family members. His undisguised icy killing intent made the surrounding air turn cold and viscous.

He wanted to wring this old guy's head off with his own hands!

Wang Shan leaned against a half‑high broken wall, gasping violently, each breath tugging at the pain in his chest.

Blood kept dripping from the corner of his mouth, staining the front of his garments red.

He watched Wan Hong approach step by step, that ferociously smug face growing ever clearer in his eyes.

Really... is it going to end here?

No!

He still had one last chance!

His eyes narrowed as he recalled the oilcloth bundle he had solemnly entrusted to his eldest son, and the talisman inside that emitted a faint golden glow, brimming with righteous qi!

【Righteous Qi Talisman】!

That was Xuan Qing's kid, who risked his life to bring it back! It's the work of a great scholar from the Heavenly Confucian Academy, specifically effective against yin evil!

This is his last trump card! And the only weapon capable of threatening that old dog Wan Hong!

His gaze shifted with difficulty past Wan Hong's figure to his eldest son Wang Zhize, still fighting blood‑soaked nearby.

Wang Zhize at that moment also noticed his father's gaze. Though separated by distance and though the scene was chaotic, he understood the meaning in his father's eyes!

That was a resolve! An entrustment! And... a final command!

Wang Zhize's heart leapt; he instinctively clenched the talisman hidden in his lap, already soaked with blood at one corner. The talisman's edges were a bit rough, yet it seemed to carry a scorching power!

Is it now, Father!

Wan Hong had already walked up to Wang Shan, the distance between them no more than three steps. He stopped, lowered his head, and looked down at this old opponent who had almost lost the ability to resist, his face wearing a cat-and-mouse smirk.

"Old bastard, any last words? Speak, let me hear—if I'm in a good mood, I might give you a quick death."

He leisurely raised his right hand, which was again gathering thick, gloomy Black Fiend Qi; that sinister black claw seemed more solid than before, emitting a chilling aura that made Wang Shan's hairs stand on end.

"Oh, right, I almost forgot to tell you." Wan Hong seemed to recall something, and he sneered: "Rest easy on your journey, you won't be alone on the Yellow Springs road; the rest of your Wang family rabble will soon join you! I promise, not a chicken or dog will be left!"

The black energy giant claw slowly rose, aimed at Wang Shan's head. That destructive force gathered and compressed at the claw's tip, reaching its peak! The sinister Demon Qi almost solidified, the surrounding light seeming to be devoured!

Just as Wan Hong's Black Fiend Claw was about to fall, that terrifying power rose to its peak, at the critical moment when the sinister Demon Qi was at its thickest——

Wang Shan, leaning against the broken wall, suddenly lifted his head, his eyes bursting with astonishing light! He expended the last wisp of energy in his dantian, and in the direction of Wang Zhize, he let out a roar that echoed throughout the Wang Family Courtyard and even carried far away:

"Zhize——! Now! Attack!!!"