Chapter 229: Throwing Mountains Like Pellets, A Fierce Battle with the Witch Clan [Normal updates resumed, just subscribe]

"To return a gift without giving one in return is contrary to etiquette! Here, have it back~" The voice was clear and crisp, like the ringing of swords and blades.

Before the words had even faded, Fang Longye weighed the mountain, which had been shrunk to the size of a pellet, in his hand.

With a swing of his arm, he hurled it back toward the Great Han of the Witch Clan.

Boom—

Under the infusion of immense Great Strength, the pellet-sized mountain streaked through the air with the speed of lightning and flint.

Intense friction generated heat, exploding into dazzling bright light; flames ignited, turning the surroundings into a sea of fire.

The "pellet" was thrown with fierce and overbearing force.

Even this ill-intentioned Great Han of the Witch Clan was slightly startled upon seeing this move, not expecting Fang Longye's power to be so great.

One must know that this mountain had come from his own hand, so he naturally knew its weight; seeing Fang Longye treat it so lightly, he naturally restrained his own contempt.

Boom—

The distance between Fang Longye and this Great Han of the Witch Clan was no more than ten thousand miles; given their realms, this distance was no different from being face-to-face.

In but a ten-thousandth of an instant, the "pellet" had already arrived before the Great Han of the Witch Clan.

The originally massive mountain, shrunk to the size of a pellet, had its density greatly increased; combined with its incomparable speed, it truly destroyed everything.

Wherever it passed, space could not even manage to let out a wail before it collapsed, turning into pitch-black holes. Like black holes, they emitted a massive gravitational pull, sweeping up everything.

Judging by the momentum alone, it was incomparable.

"Zha!"

With Fang Longye counterattacking in such a way, as a member of the Witch Clan who specialized in the path of the physical body, the Great Han was naturally unwilling to concede in this aspect.

He exhaled and shouted, his roar like thunder, and reached out to catch the "pellet" Fang Longye had thrown back.

"The light of a grain of rice dares to vie with the bright moon for brilliance! Do you not know that my Witch Clan is best known for its strength?"

The Great Han chuckled coldly; after catching Fang Longye's return gift, his figure did not move a single bit, appearing completely unaffected.

However, this was merely him putting on a brave front, unwilling to lose his momentum.

Secretly, he only felt his arm go numb; the right arm that had caught the "pellet" was momentarily devoid of sensation, as if it were no longer there.

With his combat experience, he knew clearly that his right arm had already fractured.

Fortunately, it was no major issue; under his thick Qi and blood, it recovered as before in a single thought.

"How does this brat cultivate?" The Great Han of the Witch Clan thought to himself while maintaining the demeanor of the Witch Clan on the surface.

"I am, at the very least, a Great Witch comparable to the Taiyi realm; even if suppressed by that Map of Mountains and Rivers, I can only exert the power of a Golden Immortal, but my essence remains."

"Merely catching his counterattack was actually enough to injure me?"

Thinking of this, his old face flushed red for a moment. Fortunately, his skin was thick and rough, his whole body glowing with a bronze hue, so others could not tell at all.

"Kill!"

Before the Great Han of the Witch Clan could become angry from embarrassment, Fang Longye, after throwing the "pellet," felt light on his feet and arrived directly before him.

Without needing any other Dharma or Spirit Treasure, he simply transformed into his ten-thousand-foot-tall Dragon-Headed Human Form, holding the divine Panlong Spear; seemingly slow but actually fast, the spear blade descended, sliding toward the neck of the Great Han of the Witch Clan.

This strike was extremely light and agile, like an antelope hanging its horns, leaving no tracks to be found.

It was exactly the same as the casualness of his hand-throwing the "pellet" earlier~ "Chi—"

The Great Han of the Witch Clan sneered and flicked his finger, forcefully deflecting the silent spear strike.

"Brat! Your divine weapon is forged well, but your combat technique is too crude!"

He admitted that if it were based solely on strength, this brat might truly be able to contend a move or two with him, now weakened to the Golden Immortal level.

But if it came to comparing Dharma techniques.

Heh~ does he not know that the Witch Clan are the true experts in this regard?

As a race whose strength lies mostly in their physical bodies, they of the Witch Clan enjoy head-on combat, and their fighting techniques are very proficient.

Although this move was clever, it could not deceive his experienced eyes.

If he wants to compare himself to someone born of the Witch Clan, he should go home and drink milk for another few hundred years!

"Brat! Take a punch from your grandfather!"

After receiving two of Fang Longye's strikes in succession, the Great Han of the Witch Clan felt displeased; he let out a cold snort, pulled his body up, raised his hand high above his head, and threw a punch at Fang Longye.

A simple punch, containing profound combat techniques, destroying everything.

Before his fist, space seemed to become extremely minute, barely visible.

Fang Longye only felt that, in this instant, the entire sky had collapsed.

All light was swallowed by this punch, and only endless darkness remained before his eyes, making one feel that the end of the world was imminent.

In reality, his perception was not entirely an illusion.

This punch from the Great Han of the Witch Clan contained terrifying power and profound combat techniques, forcefully squeezing everything in the vicinity out.

Even light and sound ceased to exist; it could be said to be beyond imagination.

"Well come!"

Fang Longye laughed aloud, actually putting away the Panlong Spear, and likewise raised only his fist to meet it.

This punch was thrown, carrying a vast and majestic momentum; in just an instant, it lunged toward the brow of the Great Han of the Witch Clan.

The intent of the fist spanned the void; wherever it passed, scenes of stars falling, mountains and rivers stained with blood, and the world collapsing emerged.

Every place it covered presented a scene of great destruction, great annihilation, and a great apocalypse.

This punch was precisely what he had gained from multiple insights; the initial inspiration came from that encounter earlier within Long Xuan's "Map of Mountains and Rivers."

Boom—

The two collided, a thunderous roar erupting like a heavy hammer entering the clouds, smashing open ten thousand golden lights; flowing colors dazzled, sweeping toward all directions, and wherever they reached, everything was wiped away.

Dazzling light exploded, rushing toward them, filling the space above and below, as if it were about to overflow.

Had it not been for the Map of Mountains and Rivers suppressing the void, the strike between Fang Longye and this Great Han of the Witch Clan would have long since overturned a million miles of territory.

As the two exchanged blows, the Witch Clan giant stood as steady as a mountain, while Fang Longye retreated a great distance, looking somewhat disheveled.

"Again!"

Fang Longye shook his somewhat aching arms and charged toward the Witch Clan giant once more.

He had already realized that under the Mountain and River State Map, the power this Witch Clan giant could exert was almost equal to his own and did not exceed it by much.

Yet, through those profound Witch Clan combat techniques, the giant turned decay into magic, like using four ounces to deflect a thousand pounds, making a single unit of force produce the effect of a hundred or a thousand.

He had refined Wu Clan Essence Blood, but had not obtained much of the Witch Clan's heritage; this was currently an opportunity to hone his own combat experience.

Seeing that Fang Longye did not dodge or evade and was still coming toward him, the Witch Clan giant let out a sound of surprise and became interested, casting the purpose of his arrival to the back of his mind.

Without using a divine weapon, he remained bare-handed, fighting in a tangle with Fang Longye.

Although Fang Longye's combat skills were not as good as the Witch Clan's and he was no match for the giant in a single punch, he relied on speed to win by quantity.

At the very least, he was able to contend with him.

One could see his Qi and blood circulating, his fists engaging the enemy, exploding like shaking a spear flower, unleashing countless strikes in an instant.

Every single one landed on the incoming fist force.

Boom—

The two forces collided.

One was a Witch Clan member who was essentially at the Taiyi level, and the other was a member of the Dragon Clan who had been tempered in every way and practiced both Dharma and body; their attainments in physical cultivation could both be called vigorous and profound.

Instantly, the aftershocks whistled, thunder was generated, and everything turned deathly pale.

"So, this is what Witch Clan combat techniques are like." In the midst of the struggle, Fang Longye's eyes grew brighter and brighter; his understanding of Witch Clan combat techniques deepened, and through side-strikes and probing, his attacks became increasingly sharp and returned to simplicity.

He cast aside many flashy but impractical moves, becoming straightforward and possessing great skill that appeared clumsy.

"Only—"

Feeling the residual force of the opponent's punch still churning and rolling within his body, endless and continuous, Fang Longye frowned and thought to himself: "Some things cannot be learned just by understanding them."

He had discovered the difference between the Witch Clan and the Dragon Clan.

Or rather, this was an aspect in which the Witch Clan differed from other races.

Although, basically, most races focused on the cultivation of their own physical bodies.

But the two treated the application of the laws contained within their physical Bloodline quite differently.

For most races, the laws and principles inherent in their internal Bloodline naturally formed various divine abilities. Even the principles realized later in life were basically sublimated into divine abilities.

Every time they attacked, they were operating divine abilities, manipulating laws, using the point to lead the whole, and deducing the mysteries of heaven and earth amidst change.

Whereas the Witch Clan fused laws into their bodies, restrained and vigorous, making their strength unrivaled.

Although the Witch Clan also had Bloodline divine abilities, most of them did not rely on them to fight enemies, pursuing instead a power that was nearly a return to simplicity.

For instance, the fist of the Witch Clan giant before him; his own realm was slightly inferior, and it was fine not to clash head-on, but once he did, he could not shake it off.

Moreover, the opponent's residual force was continuous, like thin threads, without end.

This point was indeed enviable, but for Fang Longye to completely copy and learn it, he was unwilling.

Because in essence, the Witch Clan pursued the physical body; the Great Dao was important, but in their eyes, it was merely a tool to strengthen the physical body.

Or rather, the physical body was their Great Dao.

But others were different; whether it was the physical body or the primordial spirit, both were secondary, and what was important was the Great Dao.

The two might not have any distinction of high or low.

But the philosophies were different, and that was just that.

Even though he had also been strengthening his own physical body, it did not mean he identified with the Witch Clan's philosophy.

Boom—

While lost in thought, Fang Longye was careless for a moment and was sent flying ten thousand miles away by a punch from the Witch Clan giant.

He employed means to dissipate the force that was rampaging in his body along with the opponent's fist force, and with a flick of his hand, he summoned the Panlong Spear once again.

"Again!"

"Good!"

The Witch Clan giant responded with a voice as loud as thunder, and with a flick of his hand, he revealed a heavy, large axe; the long and sturdy wooden handle had an axe blade shaped like a fan, suffused with the luster of bronze.

There was wind, rising from the nether.

Falling down, silently chiming.

It appeared to have a cyan color, scattered between heaven and earth.

Fang Longye narrowed his eyes, looking at the large axe in his hand; the axe blade was surrounded by incredible wind energy, condensing into an indestructible sharpness that could cut through everything.

On both sides of the axe face, there was a primitive "Wind" character, looking like a bird yet not a bird, like a tripod yet not a tripod; it was a type of ancient Witch script.

"Kill!"

The Witch Clan giant before him suddenly erupted with a fierce aura; ten thousand strands of baleful energy soared into the sky, tearing through the void, permeating all around, boundless and shoreless.

The baleful energy was like ink, vast and mighty.

Within it, an ancient, wild aura boiled, and the sound of ancient war drums came from the nether, resounding through heaven and earth.

Slaughter, destruction, dominance.

The war song played, and the baleful energy boiled.

This was the true demeanor of the Witch Clan that had fought heaven and earth in the beginning!

Fang Longye dared not be careless and released all his power, filling the sky and covering the earth; everywhere there were dragon roars, surrounded by wind and clouds.

His might was fully unleashed, vast and mighty.

His spear thrust out like a dragon, colliding with the Witch Clan giant, who had also let out a shout.

In an instant, they exchanged blows a thousand times.

"Eh?" The Witch Clan giant exclaimed in surprise, saying: "I didn't expect that in such a short time, you would have improved so much!"

"Hmph!"

Fang Longye swept his Panlong Spear, shattering the stealthy axe strike from this Great Han of the Witch Clan, and said coldly, "It is but a mere Witch Clan combat technique!"

"I simply did not know much about it before; once understood, it is nothing more than that!"

The Great Han of the Witch Clan did not show anger on his face, but merely sneered, "You little brat of the Dragon Clan, you are quite arrogant!"

"If not for you, kid, using a secret method to smelt the essence blood of our Witch Clan, even if given a Yuanhui, you would not have been able to comprehend our Witch Clan combat techniques."

Fang Longye knew there was an element of exaggeration in the words of this Great Han of the Witch Clan, but the fact that he could comprehend the mysteries of the Witch Clan combat techniques so quickly was indeed due to this reason.

He just gave a cold snort and said, "Enough idle talk, we have been fighting for so long! I still do not know your name."

"Listen well, little brat, your grandfather here is of the Wind lineage, the Great Witch Li Yuan!"

Upon hearing this, the anger that had been simmering in Fang Longye's heart could no longer be suppressed.

He finally understood why the Witch Clan, despite having a figure like Houtu Niangniang who was nearly the foremost in the Primordial, was still so unwelcome.

Opening his mouth to call himself 'your grandfather' and closing it to call others 'little brat'—if everyone in the Witch Clan had such a foul mouth, then it was understandable; the decline of the Witch Clan was deserved! His gaze turned cold, and he feigned a smile, saying, "I truly did not know there were such weak Great Witches! The Witch Clan has truly declined~"

As soon as these words were spoken, they immediately incited Li Yuan's fury, and the movements of his hands became faster and faster, continuous and unending.

"Look!"

"You are anxious! You are anxious!"

"It seems the Witch Clan has truly declined! Otherwise, if what I said were untrue, why are you so anxious?"

Fang Longye dodged incessantly, retaliating with a few fierce blows from time to time, while his mouth kept running, stabbing straight at the vitals of this Great Han of the Witch Clan, Li Yuan.

For an individual of the Witch Clan, attacking them personally is not as effective as attacking their entire clan; it is guaranteed to make them lose their composure—especially since what Fang Longye said was the truth.

One must know that during the peak of the Witch Clan, including after the Lich War and throughout the long era of the Witch Dao, every Great Witch possessed strength comparable to a Daluo.

There were even a few Great Witches who could stand shoulder-to-shoulder with Great Divine Ability holders above the Daluo. For example, Dayi, Xingtian, Chiyou,...

Back in those days, someone like Li Yuan could never have been called a Great Witch.

Only the truth hurts the most~

Li Yuan was naturally furious beyond measure.

Fang Longye's gaze was cold and clear, his spiritual platform serene; staring at the enraged Li Yuan, he continuously deduced in his heart, searching for his weak points.

Possessing spatial abilities, Fang Longye was at ease under Li Yuan's barrage of attacks, teasing Li Yuan with his words as if he were walking a dog.

Soon, he had walked the furious Li Yuan into a state of having flaws everywhere.

"This is the moment!"

At this time, one after another, several particularly large flaws appeared on Li Yuan's body, and Fang Longye did not hesitate to strike fiercely.

Unexpectedly, just as he closed in and before his attack arrived, Li Yuan turned his head and grinned, and the great axe in his hand came crashing down in an incredible trajectory.

On the body of the axe, layers upon layers of patterns operated with the rhythm of the wind.

Once the speed exceeded the limit, it began to involve time, and it immediately carried an unstoppable destructive power, slashing toward Fang Longye.

(End of this chapter)