Chapter 93

Whoosh—

The gale tore apart; the air within three zhang around him was shaken by his physical body, churning like the tide of Dajiang surging forth, a thousand armies and ten thousand horses galloping.

Fang Yu revealed his full strength—over ten times the power of Xuanhuang warhorses surged down from his hands, instantly making Xu Yuan Jiankong sense a lethal threat.

"You actually strike first! How audacious!"

Xu Yuan Jiankong roared in fury, never expecting Fang Yu would attack without warning; he was about to rebuke him further on grounds of righteousness when suddenly he saw Fang Yu's massive hand reaching for him—this terrifying power surpassed even his own, and he knew he faced a formidable opponent.

At that moment, he unveiled his rank as No. 10 on the Shanhe List: a burst of emerald light erupted from his body, wrapping him into a green jade sphere—this was his spiritual artifact robe, the Jin Bi Luoshan.

The Jin Bi Luoshan was woven from ten-thousand-year-old pine needles, emitting pine-wood true qi; it could fly and defend against flying sword strikes, its energy never ceasing.

But as the green light had just formed, Fang Yu was already beside him, striking one palm against the energy shield.

Pop.

The shield trembled; Xu Yuan Jiankong was shaken violently, his blood and qi surging, while Fang Yu's figure loomed vast and overwhelming within his mind, filling his thoughts with negative impressions of Fang Yu's divine might, terrifying boundlessness, and overwhelming power.

"How has he reached this point? How did this Fang family disciple cultivate?"

Seeing Fang Yu's towering silhouette in his mind, Xu Yuan Jiankong realized this was the mental suppression inflicted by someone who had reached the 10th Stage of Physical Body—directly influencing his consciousness.

Facing this, Xu Yuan Jiankong instantly flew into rage, determined to expel Fang Yu from his mind, while activating his spiritual artifact robe, the Jin Bi Luoshan, to rise and launch another attack.

But it was too late.

In an instant, Fang Yu unleashed thirty-six punches.

Boom—boom—boom—

Each punch carried over ten times the power of Xuanhuang warhorses, directly crushing the Jin Bi Luoshan's shield inward, spilling pine-wood true qi everywhere.

Pop.

Moments later, the green glow of the Jin Bi Luoshan could no longer hold—it collapsed like a tide retreating into the robe itself, as Fang Yu had shattered its defense with his fists and damaged its true qi.

Once the pine-wood true qi retreated into the robe, the Jin Bi Luoshan's defensive capability was effectively nullified, though after several days, its internal array could repair and restore its protective power.

After all, this was a spiritual artifact robe; as long as the array within remained intact, it could recover.

But if this were a mere magical artifact robe without an array, once shattered like this, it would be permanently ruined.

Even so, once the Jin Bi Luoshan's defense vanished, Fang Yu's fists and kicks struck Xu Yuan Jiankong's body.

Each punch, each grab carried over ten times the power of Xuanhuang warhorses; upon impact, Xu Yuan Jiankong's bones shattered by the dozens.

Fang Yu suddenly flung him—Xu Yuan Jiankong flew through the air, crashing into the ground, bones cracking again, spewing forth several mouthfuls of blood; when he struggled to rise, his throat rattled, his eyes locked onto Fang Yu with hatred, then his body stiffened and he fainted.

The No. 10 expert on the Shanhe List, one of the top inner disciples, had been publicly beaten unconscious by Fang Yu.

Countless inner and outer disciples had witnessed this scene and were utterly stunned.

Even the imperial family members of the Daode Dynasty, including Prince of the Blood, were frozen in shock.

Even Mo Shijie and others were left speechless.

"How could this happen?"

Prince of the Blood wore an expression of utter disbelief.

This Senior Xu Yuan Jiankong was ranked No. 10 on the Shanhe List—he possessed a spiritual artifact robe and a spiritual artifact flying sword, his strength formidable—yet now he had been knocked unconscious by Fang Yu?

"Does this mean he can now rank among the top ten of the Shanhe List?"

Prince of the Blood felt a pounding headache, fear creeping onto his face.

He had been beaten not long ago and could not swallow that humiliation, so he clung to Senior Xu Yuan Jiankong of the Shanhe List No. 10; this senior had received orders from a major figure among the True Transmission disciples to suppress other factions within the Men Sect.

Yet now it had turned out like this.

"This insignificant Xu Yuan Jiankong dared to bluster here? He hasn't even entered the Divine Ability Secret Realm, yet he had the audacity to lecture Fang Qingxue on disciplining Fang family disciples—how brazen."

Fang Yu's voice rang out across the arena.

The imperial family members of the Daode Dynasty fell utterly silent.