Chapter 225: One Punch Shatters the Forge!

Ang—!

Like a golden dragon roaring, and like myriad Buddhas chanting a furious shout!

Wang Liehu only felt his consciousness scatter for an instant, his vision went black, and his hand stiffened involuntarily.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw a fair hand with distinct joints already reaching out before him.

That hand's fingers trembled, blossoming like a lotus, then closing again.

Just a single grasp and pull, such a tiny motion, yet it made Wang Liehu, who had already condensed his True Gang Forge, tremble with shock.

His eyesight was excellent; he saw clearly that the youth merely made a grasp and pull, and the space within several zhang seemed to be caught in his palm, emitting thunderous booms.

The youth pulled back and clenched his fist, and like a black hole, he sucked the sky‑filling airflow before him into his palm.

Immediately, that pale fist imprint, which seemed to grasp the sky‑filling airflow and gale wind, burst forth with a thunderclap that echoed through the tavern.

Boom—rumble!

Like a lightning serpent rolling away, like a vast sea raising waves.

Faster than a sonic boom was that pale yet mountain‑heavy fist.

Ten Elephant Strength, shaking heaven and moving earth!

Only when the gale wind hit his face and the airflow surged did Wang Liehu's consciousness fully return.

"Shrink Ground to an Inch, Buddhist Heavenly Sound, and this fist…"

His pupils contracted violently.

Astonishment, bewilderment, incomprehension, fury, killing intent…

Countless negative emotions exploded in his heart, finally turning into a roar that echoed along the official road:

"Profound Stele True Gang, protect my body!"

Unavoidable, and even impossible to block.

Even Wang Liehu, a quasi‑master who had condensed his True Gang Forge, could not dodge this instantaneous fist in time.

Moreover, his consciousness had been scattered by Qin Shuo's Heavenly Dragon Chant, leaving him delayed for a moment and losing the initiative.

Now he could only long‑howl, calling forth the True Gang he had cultivated for years to ease the sudden surge of inner pressure.

Boom!

Almost the instant his True Gang rose, the pale fist imprint fell like a meteor and struck Wang Liehu's chest solidly.

In an instant, that overwhelming terrifying force tore apart the top‑grade True Gang he had cultivated for over a decade into fragments.

At the moment his True Gang met the fist imprint, Wang Liehu finally understood what is meant by utmost yang and utmost hardness, and what is meant by vast and mighty.

He felt it was not a fist but an oceanic sea, mixed with dragon roars and elephant cries, making the surrounding air congeal like mercury, locking him in place, unable to move.

In that instant, the True Gang he had unleashed with all his strength shattered like a bubble.

Then the fist imprint landed on his chest, his ribs breaking inch by inch, quickly spreading to his shoulders and limbs.

The next second, his whole body flew sideways like a torn sack.

Irresistible!

Indestructible!

Mid‑air, Wang Liehu's whole body sprayed blood, his seven orifices and even fine pores all crimson.

The Gong Gong's Fist unleashed by Ten Elephant Strength was so powerful it nearly shook all of Wang Liehu's blood from his body.

By his ears, he could even hear the tearing sound of his own tendons, bones, membranes, and viscera splitting inch by inch.

Forty years of martial cultivation!

Wang Liehu had never seen such a terrifying, overbearing fist technique.

What True Gang, what hard‑training, under this fist all seemed like paper,

Unable to withstand a single blow!

"Ah!"

The fist's sound was like thunder flashing and vanishing instantly.

But Wang Liehu's miserable cry, which sounded less like a human voice, persisted for a long time.

Just a single punch, with the gale wind pouring back, had already torn the entire tavern apart into pieces,

and Wang Liehu, like straw, was flung outward who knows how many tens or hundreds of zhang.

All thoughts vanished!

In that moment, Wang Liehu even felt no pain or despair; all his thoughts seemed to be blasted out of his body along with the surging blood.

"I'm not dead!?"

Only upon landing did a thought flash through Wang Liehu's mind.

But the next instant, that thought turned into boundless, intense terror.

Flee!

Flee!

Flee!

This is the strongest urging from within outward, from soul to body.

So intense that he didn't even have the courage to turn his head for a glance; after a few rolls, letting his whole body bleed, he fled as if sprinting madly.

On the official road, there was utter silence.

Everyone who witnessed this scene stood dumbstruck, shocked into speechlessness.

They were shocked by the terror of the black‑clothed youth's punch, and astonished by the vigorous vitality of the square‑faced burly man.

Having received such a punch, his blood dyed the ground red, yet he was not dead and still had the strength to flee.

Even Qin Shuo showed a strange expression on his face.

This Wang Liehu is no less than Xiao Yingqi, able to be selected by Profound Soldier Mountain and become an inner disciple cultivating there.

His hard training is nearly equal to his Dragon-Elephant Golden Body.

Moreover, it is comparable to a Great Perfection Dragon-Elephant Golden Body.

Otherwise, with that punch just now, even if the opponent were bronze walls and iron walls, they would deserve to be smashed into pieces.

Both being in the Furnace Realm, the Xiao family head Xiao Changgong compared to the present Wang Liehu is far inferior, simply not the same realm.

No wonder countless aristocratic prodigies, even after sharpening their heads, all wish to enter the Five Great Dao Sects.

Wang Liehu is merely an inner disciple, yet he has such foundation; what must the true transmissions of the Dao Sect be like?

"Devil, this is a devil!"

In the distance, the few Profound Soldier Mountain disciples tasked with tailing collapsed on the spot, their legs shaking from fear of that punch, their bodies trembling like chaff in a sieve, even forgetting to flee.

The weakest of them went limp in both legs and sat down on the ground, a foul smell spreading from beneath him, actually frightened into incontinence.

"Go!"

"Hurry up!"

Two Profound Soldier Mountain disciples tried to help up the incontinent young man, but suddenly heard a thunderclap explode beside their ears.

"Bang!"

The bowstring twanged, as if thunder exploded.

Before the two Profound Soldier Mountain disciples could check the sound's source, a streak of light shot between them and struck the incontinent man.

"Bang!"

A thumb-thick profound iron heavy arrow fell to the ground, piercing the incontinent youth at the same time the strong aura attached to it exploded.

In an instant, blood rain drifted down and shredded flesh flew sideways.

The two Profound Soldier Mountain disciples were drenched, their outstretched arms frozen midair, pupils contracted to pinpoints, fear having reached its peak.

One arrow shattered a person; Qin Shuo did not pause, firing arrows in succession.

"Crash crash crash crash..."

As if several divine-strength crossbows fired together, at the moment the incontinent youth was shattered, several profound iron arrows followed in rapid succession.

Several tailing Profound Soldier Mountain disciples didn't even have time to scream before bursting apart like watermelons struck by a heavy hammer.

Wielding the Dragon-Spine Splitting-Heavens Bow, he unleashed the Cloud-Shattering Arrow Technique!

As the arrow pierced the chest, the compressed strong aura exploded, capable of shattering iron and stone, let alone flesh and blood.

"Whoosh~"

After disposing of several tailers in one breath, Qin Shuo mounted his horse and headed toward the direction Wang Liehu fled.

He held a longbow, his eyes like lightning, scanning the mountains and forests; everything he passed was clear at a glance.

The barely perceptible traces of broken vegetation and the faintest scent of blood drifting in the air were nowhere to hide from his Heavenly Wolf Divine Sense.

Soon he could see Wang Liehu's panicked fleeing figure far off in the woods.

"Qin Shuo, are you really intending to exterminate completely?"

Hearing the galloping horse's long neigh behind him, Wang Liehu, forcing a breath of true qi, felt his heart sink to the bottom of the valley.

He harbored great hatred, having not anticipated Qin Shuo acting so decisively, moreover misjudging the power of his Dragon-Elephant Divine Ability, thus suffering a great loss.

If they faced off head-on, with his strength of condensing the True Gang Furnace, he might not lose!

But now...

"Or what?"

Qin Shuo urged his horse to gallop; in a few breaths he was less than a hundred zhang from Wang Liehu.

"I am an Inspector of the Demon-Suppressing Office, an inner disciple of Profound Soldier Mountain; you dare kill me?"

Wang Liehu's face turned as white as paper; his bones, tendons, and membranes were torn apart by Qin Shuo's earlier unexpected punch, his five viscera and six bowels injured.

If not for forcing a breath of true qi to sustain himself, he would have already turned into a puddle of mud.

"It's you I'm killing!"