Chapter 167: Fist Smashes the Viscera!

Dong!

It was as if two great mountains collided violently in midair, emitting a low, thunderous roar.

Blinding lightning flooded the entire plaza.

The onlookers felt a stabbing pain in their eardrums, tears streaming uncontrollably, unable to open their eyes from the lightning's sting.

Boom—

Gale winds surged like the sea, lightning rolled like tides!

Visible shockwaves seemed ready to tear the sky's canopy above the plaza.

A figure flew back like a broken kite, slamming hard into the Demon-Subjugation Office's ranks, sending the seven‑foot‑high yellow pia horse flying sideways with a painful whinny.

General!

General!

The Demon-Subjugation Office colonels rushed forward anxiously, but Pang Tong raised his hand to stop them.

He twitched the corner of his mouth, tried to speak, then suddenly spat blood mixed with organ fragments, his face instantly paling like paper.

Boom—

It seemed a lightning serpent rolled through the air.

Although Pang Tong's heaven‑splitting strike failed to repel the descending old man, it bought Qin Shuo a chance to catch his breath and strike back.

The Heaven‑Severing Blade Intent was indeed overbearing and peerless, yet its toll on the soul far exceeded Qin Shuo's expectations.

At that moment he felt his sea of consciousness split like the yellow‑mud plaza, a deep soul‑piercing pain that left his Celestial Wolf Divine Awareness blank for an instant.

Thus, when the grey‑clothed old man descended from the sky, he didn't notice it at once.

However, Pang Tong's sortie gave him precious breathing time.

In the instant they clasped, he gripped the horse's belly with his legs and shot upward like a soaring python‑dragon.

He probed with palm, clenched fist, pulled back—all in one fluid motion!

Four Symbols' Power, Gongong's Fist, Whale Swallows the Four Seas, the true essence of the body's hundred apertures……

All these forces he commanded erupted simultaneously at this moment, surging to the extreme like a blazing sun exploding from the depths of his soul.

Boom!

In everyone's eyes, Qin Shuo now resembled a rising great sun, his whole body blazing with blinding light.

In a dazed moment, amidst the golden light they saw a golden dragon soaring, a white elephant trampling, and a gigantic black whale of unknown length opening its abyssal maw to swallow the four seas.

Rumble—

A fierce wind rose suddenly.

The airflow above the plaza seemed to turn into the Yangtze River, visibly flowing into Qin Shuo's palms.

It was as if he held a sea‑eye in his fist, stirring the gale winds within a kilometer radius.

Boom—

His fist shot forth like a tsunami, sound waves ravaging, air currents surging wildly!

As this punch was thrown, everyone felt the plaza's air being drawn upward, like a mountain flood pouring backward, like a vast sea striking the sky, shooting straight up!

This fist technique…

Yuwen Tai, taking the brunt, felt his heart jump; the lightning in his palm flared threefold, like a thunder‑hell purgatory pressing down.

One descended from heaven to earth, palm commanding the lightning pool downward.

Another rose from earth to heaven, like a black whale leaping the sea, bearing waves to strike the sky!

Boom!

A deafening boom—heaven and earth fell silent!

Terrifying air waves rolled outward, snapping the surrounding plaza's trees at the trunk, countless branches and leaves torn into sky‑filling dust by the exploding currents.

Two incandescent figures, upon contact, instantly separated.

One shot skyward, the other plummeted at extreme speed.

Dong!

It was as if a golden sun fell to earth; in an instant the ground shook, mountains trembled, and the air waves cleared.

Thick arm‑wide cracks spread from the smoke‑dust center in all directions. The ground split into five pieces, rolling air currents like rivers bursting underground, setting up layer upon layer of ripples, wind rolling like waves, spreading in concentric circles.

Ah!

Someone cried out, blown over by the plaza's fierce wind, unable to stand, rolling several times on the ground until clutching a large tree to stop in a sorry state.

Everyone hastily retreated; their gazes at the plaza's center all changed, filled with shock and horror.

This brat…

Baili Jingtao's mouth twitched.

That opponent's punch just now was undeniably grand in its intent.

It seemed to want to swallow the four seas, gathering all the heavenly airflow into his palm, making him feel a throbbing dread.

What kind of fist technique is this? Its power is terrifying!

Song Changfeng felt startled and doubtful.

Just now he had the illusion that the opponent wanted to drain the air within a kilometer radius.

Such an overbearing, frenzied aura—as if trying to grasp heaven and earth in his palm—was something he had scarcely seen in his life.

Could it be the Overlord Fist of Zhulushan?

Lu Dingzhou also frowned, but then shook his head.

He had read Qin Shuo's file; the opponent came from Heishui City, making it impossible for him to have gone to Zhulushan, let alone learn the Overlord Sovereign Divine Fist, one of the world's four great divine fists.

Yet the opponent's punch intent, in both spirit and vigor, was already on par with the Heaven‑Severing Blade of King Zhenwu.

That kind of domineering and ferocious aura, as if one controlled heaven and earth and made the four seas his fists, truly bears some resemblance to the Overlord Fist of Chase Deer Mountain.

Just how many heart‑shaking secrets does this kid still hide on himself?

Lu Dingzhou's eyes grew deep and gloomy; he now found himself increasingly interested in this hunter's son who had walked out of Blackwater City.

In less than half a year, he transformed from a hunter's son who couldn't even get enough to eat into someone who wielded divine abilities, mastered the Heaven‑Severing Blade Intent, possessed the Supreme Divine Fist, and could even stand toe‑to‑toe with a sect elder.

If one said there was no heaven‑shaking opportunity behind such growth speed, he would flatly refuse to believe it.

But what could this opportunity be?

Realm‑Suppressing Divine Weapon?

Or some kind of treasure that can quickly raise one's cultivation and grant insight into techniques?

Could it be that the Holy Beast Bai Ze sent its three great demon kings to hunt this child also for this thing?

If he could obtain it, wouldn't the Grandmaster realm he had painstakingly sought for decades finally be within reach?

Cry!

Just as Lu Dingzhou's thoughts wandered, a lone eagle's cry rang out across the sky above the plaza.

Yuwen Tai descended riding the eagle, looking down from midair at the youth standing in the plaza's center, his face grim and terrifying.

Beside him, Yu Xuan Ying didn't even dare to breathe.

As one of the nine true inheritors of Wind and Thunder Valley, he knew better than anyone how terrifying the strength of this Startling Thunder Hall Elder was.

But just now, it seemed he had actually come off worse in his clash with that black‑clad youth.

His right hand, which he had held behind him, was still trembling even now, as if struck by an unimaginable impact.

Elder Yuwen, are you alright?

Seeing that incessantly trembling palm, Yu Xuan Ying finally couldn't help but ask.

What could possibly be wrong with this old man? If anyone's in trouble, it's that brat!

Yuwen Tai's face was as black as a pot's bottom; he forcibly gripped his trembling right wrist with his left hand, his voice cold and hard like pebbles at the bottom of a winter river.

Come on, let's go down and have a look!

This old man simply doesn't believe he could take my Five Thunderbolt Destruction Palm head‑on and come out unscathed.

Swish!

The thunder eagle flapped its wings, stirring up rolling currents that blew away all the smoke and dust hovering above the plaza.

In an instant, the plaza became clear and bright.

Everyone finally saw clearly the black‑clad youth standing as immovable as a mountain in the plaza.

His figure was tall and slender; though he didn't look burly, he now gave an impression of being deep and steady like an abyss, immovable.

The great eagle descended, kicking up a fierce wind like a tide, causing the youth's clothes and long hair to flutter wildly, drifting freely.

He stood in the midst of the gale, yet remained as unmoving as a hill.

It was as if that strike just now had no effect on him at all; not even his black clothes suffered the slightest damage.

How is this possible...

Upon seeing Qin Shuo's condition at this moment, Yuwen Tai's pupils involuntarily contracted.

He immediately flicked his sleeve, stirring up a strong wind, about to strike again.

He couldn't believe that a youth under twenty, relying solely on a Buddhist divine ability cultivated for less than half a year, could actually withstand his Five Thunderbolt Destruction Palm.

However, just as he took a step forward, he abruptly jerked back.

Huh?

Qin Shuo, who had originally been preparing for another battle, suddenly lifted his head and saw a green light flashing like electricity from the distant horizon, accompanied by rolling gales, surging forth like a mountain's roar and sea's tsunami.

Cry!

The birds' cries were like swords, shocking the sky and holding back the clouds.

It was exactly like a thunderclap exploding in everyone's hearts in the plaza.

In an instant, everyone's faces changed, Lu Dingzhou included.

It's over!

Yu Xuan Ying's eyelids twitched wildly; he then glanced somewhat pityingly at Elder Yuwen beside him, his body involuntarily stepping back, wanting to put distance between them.