Chapter 88: Breaking Through the Muscle-Training! Storming the Gate! (Combined Chapter!)

The next day, the sky was still not bright.

A light mist surged, the air exuding waves of icy chill.

In the abandoned room.

City Lord Fan Dongyang appeared there with a grim face, veins jumping on his forehead, his palms squeezing out a sound of bones shattering.

"Ouyang Feng!"

He spat out chilling words, his heart filled with towering hatred.

What a Ouyang Feng!

First he killed his own wife, children, and elderly servant!

Now he has also wiped out the power he himself built.

Even those two Muscle-Training Pills were taken by the other side.

This is nothing short of a great disgrace!

But do you dare to eat my Muscle-Training Pill?

Fan Dongyang suddenly gave a sinister laugh and said, "Maybe you have the life to eat it, but not the life to enjoy it; I want to see if you live or die this time."

Those two Muscle-Training Pills had been tampered with by him, containing his refined corpse poison.

No matter who eats it, his corpse poison will transform their body, and it also contains a strand of his consciousness, which will instantly invade the opponent and control their soul.

This Ouyang Feng, oblivious to death, dares to come seize the Muscle-Training Pill—truly heaven is helping him.

He had been worrying about how to find the other party, but the other party actually came crashing into him.

This truly made him overjoyed.

The sky grew bright.

Outside the room.

Fang Yi's expression remained calm, keeping all external movements in his sight.

After a moment, he turned back, closed the door from inside, and entered the bedroom.

"Muscle-Training Pill"

He sat cross-legged on the bed, looking at the two fire-red pills in his hand, like glowing iron lumps, and pondered.

Since obtaining them last night, he has been silently inspecting the two pills, fearing they might have been tampered with.

One must know that the people of the Shadow Tower are all corpse puppets, servants of Fan Dongyang.

Fan Dongyang actually dared to produce such pills and place them there; if he said there was no problem, he would hardly believe it.

When has a master ever been so willing to treat his servants like this?

And after checking all night, he actually found a problem.

Both pills, without exception, contained traces of barely detectable yin-cold qi.

"Corpse qi."

Fang Yi murmured inwardly.

This Fan Dongyang is indeed not a simpleton.

After fully figuring out what the pill contained, his mind was immediately set at ease.

It's merely corpse qi; to him, it's nothing at all.

His body's deadly poison can automatically absorb all exotic poisons; this corpse poison cannot affect him.

Fang Yi put away one pill and shoved the other directly into his mouth.

Boom!

The crimson pill, upon entering his belly, immediately burst forth with waves of fierce, overwhelming heat, surging and mighty, rushing throughout his body as if he had swallowed a mass of magma.

The immense heat almost burned everything.

Especially his major tendons all over his body, which at this moment all bulged out.

The blood within surged, emitting a low sound, like molten magma rolling.

Tendon after tendon was being violently hammered, as if becoming iron under a blacksmith's hand.

Anyone with lesser cultivation or insufficient flesh would surely have their tendons shattered by the pill's violent force, becoming a cripple.

Fortunately, Fang Yi cultivates multiple body-refining martial arts, his flesh having already reached an extremely terrifying level.

Moreover, his fire-attribute deadly poison constantly remolds his body.

His tendons, in toughness and strength, far surpass those of ordinary Bone-Exchange realm experts by an unknown amount.

The pain from swallowing the Muscle-Training Pill, to him, is actually nothing at all.

However, just as he silently sensed his tendons being transformed, suddenly, an anomaly occurred!

The pill he had just swallowed suddenly burst forth with an eerie red light.

Within it, a strand of consciousness shot out like a strange lightning, traveling through his meridians and straight into his brain.

Fang Yi's face changed drastically.

Not good!

Does Fan Dongyang still have other tricks?

Is this a wisp of his spirit?

"Roar!"

In the critical moment, Fang Yi's five viscera violently shook, emitting a thunderous roar, terrifying and unfathomable, like heavenly thunder rolling, exploding within his body, instantly shaking that strand of consciousness into disorder, eliciting a muffled groan.

The body that had been charging forward actually came to an abrupt halt.

Fang Yi's heart turned icy; after a loud roar, all the deadly poison within his body erupted, like multicolored waves, engulfing that strand of Fan Dongyang's consciousness.

That strand of consciousness instantly showed a look of shock and anger.

Ouyang Feng, I won't let you off, Ouyang Feng, we'll see how it goes.

Boom—

Ah!

Countless deadly poisons covered it, and this strand of consciousness instantly let out a shrill scream, quickly burning up.

He never would have imagined that Fang Yi's power could be so terrifying.

Not only did it block the corpse qi hidden inside the Yijin Pill, but at a critical moment it could also make his five viscera emit a thunderous roar, briefly shaking his consciousness into confusion, leaving him unable to move forward.

Moreover, he never expected that Fang Yi's deadly poisons could even corrode consciousness.

Shrill screams continued, accompanied by waves of qi and blood roaring.

Fang Yi's body continued to undergo rapid transformation.

He had a blank expression, his countenance solemn and dignified.

His whole person was like an immovable Wisdom King, letting time pass bit by bit.

In the blink of an eye, another two days passed.

Finally, all the transformations within Fang Yi's body rapidly ceased, and a layer of sticky substance spread over his entire body, emitting a strange stench.

He opened his eyes and looked at his body.

Yijin washing marrow is done.

The Yijin realm not only alters the body's major tendons, but also greatly changes one's innate aptitude.

Even if someone was previously extraordinarily dull, after breaking through to Yijin his aptitude would leap upward, becoming a talent rarely seen in a century.

Of course, the words were spoken again.

A person with dull aptitude cannot possibly break through to the Yijin realm.

Breakthrough of a realm requires not only daily cultivation, but also various resources and opportunities; lacking any one makes reaching the Yijin realm impossible.

Fang Yi raised his palm and clenched it tightly; crackling sounds filled him, and he felt as if his body held endless strength.

Within his body lurked what seemed like an ancient barbaric elephant.

Even without using blood strength, relying solely on his pure physical power, he could now shatter a city gate with a single punch.

If combined with blood strength, its power becomes even more unimaginable.

Fang Yi lightly exhaled a mouthful of impure air, rose from his bed, came to the courtyard, and washed himself with water.

After a moment he returned to his room and changed into clean clothes.

"That Fan Dongyang hides deep scheming; not only did he conceal corpse poison in the pill, he even hid a trace of his consciousness, but fortunately this consciousness has no effect on me."

Fang Yi looked at the second Yijin Pill in his hand, his eyes flickering.

With this Yijin Pill, he has enough to break through into the subsequent Flood Dragon Tendon realm.

However, the prerequisite is that he must first cultivate his Elephant Tendon to its peak.

"It's time to leave completely; with my current strength, no one in the city should be able to stop me, not even that group of Immortal‑seekers—I fear them not."

Fang Yi's eyes turned cold.

He carefully put away the pill, lifted his head to look at the mist‑filled high sky, and began to wait silently for an opportunity.

The opportunity indeed came very soon.

The third day at noon.

Outside the city a fierce commotion suddenly erupted, the earth shook and mountains trembled, accompanied by repeated earth‑shaking long howls, as if some incomparably terrifying existence had flown into a rage.

Even though everyone in the city sensed this terrifying disturbance, many people's souls trembled, and they nearly collapsed to the ground.

Afterwards, within the mist outside the city, five‑colored divine light suddenly burst forth, rushing up to heaven and shaking the earth.

Even though countless veils of mist obstructed the view, it could still be seen clearly.

In an instant, the entire city erupted in an uproar.

No one knew how many people cried out in alarm.

Inside the City Lord's mansion, that group of Immortal‑seekers who had been searching for Fang Yi's movements these past days all turned pale and rushed out.

"That thing has appeared!"

"Our opportunity has arrived!"

"Hurry up and go!"

This group of Immortal‑seekers, without a moment's thought, leapt up and landed directly on those several huge Immortal Cranes.

The Immortal Cranes shot up into the sky and vanished into the thin mist.

"Sirs."

Fan Dongyang quickly let out a startled cry.

But his voice received no response.

After those few people had completely disappeared, his face turned cold and killing intent rose in his heart.

"A few juniors dare to act high and mighty on my turf; sooner or later I'll tear you apart—however, it seems there truly is an opportunity deep in this mist, even that exalted being has been stirred, and he rarely ever flies into a rage."

Fan Dongyang pondered in his heart.

That earth‑shattering roar just now truly made one's heart tremble.

The city was in utter chaos.

Everyone panicked.

"The taboo in the mist has flared up—I must leave!"

"Yes, I want to leave the city—open the gates quickly! The immortals have gone; no one can guard the city anymore!"

"Hurry and let me go—this is our last chance."

"Enough! Anyone who dares to shout loudly will be shot down with a volley of arrows—fall back, all of you fall back!"

On the city wall, a group of city guard troops shouted sternly.

All the bows and crossbows were fully drawn, emitting a terrifying light.

"Why won't you let us leave?"

Again someone angrily shouted, "You're too overbearing!"

"Courting death, fire the arrows! Quick, fire the arrows!"

The leader of the city guard troops flew into a rage and shouted.

Just as the group of city guard troops were about to fire the arrows.

Suddenly!

Ah! Ah! Ah!

A series of miserable cries rang out; each city guard troop clutched their necks and collapsed to the ground, the entire city wall as if a whirlwind had swept through.

Vast numbers of city guard troops quickly died miserably, with no one able to resist.

Everyone inside the city turned pale and widened their eyes.

"The Poison King Ouyang Feng has made his move!"

"Everyone, quickly rush open the city gate!"

"Quick, charge!"

The crowd roared, everyone excitedly rushed toward the city gate.

Boom—!

The heavy gate was lifted open by people.

The crowd was in chaos, everyone pushing forward and fearing behind, fleeing toward the north gate.

"Boss, hurry up, the gate is already open!"

Fang Yi finished packing his big and small bags and shouted urging.

"Alright, hurry up!"

Shen Huairen had also already finished packing days earlier.

Everyone was in chaos, heading toward the north gate with their backs to it.

"Damned, want to leave?"

Fan Dongyang's gaze was cold and sinister, appearing in the distance, his eyes taking in all this, killing intent rising in his heart.

What an Ouyang Feng!

He still dares to forcefully leave the pass!

He still doesn't know who Ouyang Feng is, but he must be among this crowd.

Now that the Immortal Seekers' deterrence is gone, it's not his fault.

Clumps of dark, lush hair rapidly sprouted from Fan Dongyang's body; his physique inflated like a balloon, quickly swelling and thickening, countless hairs flying wildly, corpse energy pouring forth endlessly.

In the blink of an eye, he transformed into a terrifying black zombie over three meters tall, dense hair covering his entire body, he let out a hiss and lunged at the crowd.

Pfft pfft pfft pfft!

Ah!

Miserable cries rang out, severed limbs and bodies flying wildly.

The crowd was filled with terror.

"Monster, monster is coming!"

"Mom, what is this!"

"Don't panic, join forces!"

A Martial Artist of the Marrow Exchange Realm let out a loud shout.

Pfft!

As soon as the words fell, Fan Dongyang instantly pounced, his thick claws tearing fiercely, ripping him in half on the spot, severed limbs and bodies flying wildly.

The entire gate entrance echoed with miserable cries, blood spraying everywhere.

Like the apocalypse.

Fang Yi and Shen Huairen were forcibly scattered by the crowd.

Just having been scattered here, he quickly came to a deserted place, his bones crackling all over, once again taking on Ouyang Feng's appearance.

He took out the Jiao bone bow, picked up a large spear from the ground, infused it with deadly poison, placed it on the bowstring, his eyes icy, began silently drawing the Jiao bone bow.

He had endured for days, waiting for this moment.

He had calculated that Fan Dongyang would take the opportunity to cause trouble!

But the opponent was in the light, he in the dark—this was the greatest advantage.

Creak—!

A difficult, obscure sound rang out, like a sleeping flood dragon slowly awakening, the terrifying bowstring at this moment pulled by him to more than half, the spear tip emanating waves of terrifying aura.

Whoosh!

Boom!

The terrifying sound, in an instant, rushed past, the entire spear reaching an unimaginable speed.

Fan Dongyang was still wildly slaughtering, a ferocious grin on his face, but suddenly his hairs stood on end, his heart filled with great dread, as if some unimaginable catastrophe were about to befall him, he hurriedly moved his body without regard, trying to dodge.

But it was still too late.

Pfft!

Bang!

The terrifying spear pierced straight through his left half, instantly causing his left half to explode, black blood spraying, an arm flying out, a miserable cry from his mouth, his body violently flung backward.

Ah!

A miserable, piercing wail echoed all around, like the long howl of a wounded beast, miserable and shrill.

But Fan Dongyang reacted extremely quickly; although he was blown backward, his body vanished like vapor in an instant.

Fang Yi's pupils narrowed.

"He's gone?"

He had originally wanted to fire a second arrow.

As he was carefully searching, his expression suddenly changed; he sensed an extremely dangerous aura approaching from the side, and without further thought, a set of black-red lava battle armor appeared on him in an instant.

Countless runes wandered over the armor, with countless ferocious barbs.

The entire armor was as immovable as a bronze bell.

Boom—

Fan Dongyang's body suddenly appeared from the side, and he slammed a claw hard onto Fang Yi's Diamond Armor, producing a deafening sound, yet he couldn't move Fang Yi an inch.

Fang Yi was enveloped in terrifying poison fire, only his icy eyes visible as he gave a grim smile and said, "Fan Dongyang, what a quick reaction—you've been looking for me all along? Come on, kill me!"

"You!"

Fan Dongyang's face turned grim, corpse aura enveloping his body, his heart filled with resentful venom, his hatred surging to the heavens.

He had just struck with all his strength, yet he couldn't even break through the opponent's defense.

Suddenly, Fan Dongyang turned into an afterimage, frantically bombarding Fang Yi.

Clang clang clang clang!

The deafening sound rang out in succession from this spot.

The ground kept shattering and exploding, countless stone fragments shooting up into the sky.

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