Chapter 327: CRUSHING!

Above the cloud summit, silence reigned.

the Qingyi Bat King and the nun Shuobude were embedded within the earth and stone.

flesh, bone, red and white—all fused together, indistinguishable.

the Xuanxu sect’s righteous ones rejoiced inwardly at the death of a demon cultist, yet secretly observed the youth’s current state.

his ferocity surged like a tidal wave; terrifying black qi surrounded him, saturating the air with an oppressive aura.

this was utterly unlike the earlier boy—as if demonic intent had seeped into his marrow.

had it not been for the faint shadow of the earlier boy and the fact he emerged from the Qiankun Yi Qi Bag, they would not have dared recognize him.

but their silence did not mean the demon cult would remain unresponsive.

after a brief moment of stunned silence, seeing their companion’s remains, fury surged from the Sacred Sect disciples’ chests.

“You little brat, you’re asking for death!” Xie Xun roared, lunging toward Fang Can.

her massive lion-bodied, human-faced form made each step crush the cloud summit, causing violent tremors.

though her body was as large as a small building, her movement shattered the air, leaving a visible white shockwave trailing behind her golden mane.

as she moved, it was as if a tank had slammed forward at supersonic speed toward Fang Can.

“Hmph. Since you’re so heartbroken, I’ll send you all down to join her.”

Fang Can snorted, refusing to dodge, stepping forward to meet the Golden-Haired Lion King head-on.

“Fang Daxia, beware! The Golden-Haired Lion King’s inheritance is called [Battle Heaven, Fight Earth]. When near death or enraged, his power surges uncontrollably.”

a warning rang out from afar, but Fang Can paid no heed—he openly spread his arms to receive the Golden-Haired Lion King’s charge.

“Hmph! Seeking death!”

seeing Fang Can’s intent, the Golden-Haired Lion King sneered, increasing her charge speed further, her massive frame heavier than a mammoth.

then, their bodies crashed together.

BOOM—

at the moment of impact, invisible air erupted into visible shockwaves, howling around them; the clouds overhead were torn apart.

on one side, a lion-bodied, human-faced beast; on the other, a slightly more muscular human.

from sheer aura alone, the scene resembled an ant blocking an elephant.

yet in the stunned gaze of all, Fang Can stood firm as a nail driven into stone.

before Xie Xun’s flushed face, Fang Can’s outstretched palm—like an unbreakable iron anvil—left a half-foot-deep imprint on her forehead.

SWISH—

as Fang Can blocked the Golden-Haired Lion King with one arm, two figures had silently appeared behind him.

it was Bai Meiying and Deputy Envoy Yang Xiao!

seeing Fang Can could not be defeated by one alone, they prepared for a combined assault.

instantly, Bai Meiying’s fingertips began to turn translucent.

her Yuanben white skin vanished, revealing exposed flesh beneath; her right hand curled into claws, tearing toward Fang Can’s skull.

beside her, Yang Xiao split into seven.

forming seven illusions that surrounded Fang Can from every angle.

striking his vital points with fists, palms, fingers, and knees in varied techniques.

suddenly, Fang Can felt a burning sensation in his skull.

his intuition warned him: if Bai Meiying’s claw landed, he would suffer grave injury.

recalling her translucent fingertips, Fang Can understood:

‘Her claw strike… is like a spatial slash—any contact means total destruction.’

with this realization, Fang Can avoided direct confrontation; his free right arm seized Bai Meiying’s wrist.

CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG—

on the other side, Yang Xiao’s seven illusions struck Fang Can’s temples, heart, groin, eyeballs, throat bone, and other vital points in sequence.

yet under her full assault, only metallic clangs echoed.

against her attacks, Fang Can’s skin merely dimpled slightly, leaving faint red marks.

his eyes merely closed slightly—and his eyelids blocked her Double Dragons Play with Pearl!

‘Monster! His external cultivation has reached perfection!’ the onlookers marveled inwardly.

his body hardening rivaled Shaolin’s Diamond Unbreakable.

gripping Bai Meiying’s wrist, Fang Can prepared to crush it outright.

but he noticed her ring and index fingers regaining their original color.

no—it wasn’t restoration; the translucent skin was moving from those fingers toward her wrist.

instinctively releasing his grip, he saw Bai Meiying’s wrist now entirely translucent, flesh exposed beneath.

‘So that’s it,’ Fang Can realized: ‘the translucent skin carrying destruction moves across her body—not confined to her hands.’

‘Its surface area is roughly fifteen square centimeters; contact means injury.’

‘It can also disperse, usable for offense or defense, with a minimum dispersed area of about one square centimeter.’

‘Therefore, for safety, avoid direct contact entirely.’

after briefly analyzing Bai Meiying’s inheritance, Fang Can’s lips curled into a cold smirk.

“Can’t strike you directly? Can’t I strike you indirectly?”

with that smirk, the Golden-Haired Lion King let out a pained roar.

CRACK—CRACK—

Fang Can’s left hand, embedded in the Golden-Haired Lion King’s skull, curled into claws—using sheer finger strength, he crushed her steel-like bones into indentations like those on a bowling ball.

with a violent jerk of his left arm, it was as if he had ripped up an entire mountain.

Fang Can gripped the Golden-Haired Lion King’s bones and hurled her massive, tens-of-tons body into the air.

Bai Meiying watched helplessly as the Golden-Haired Lion King’s entire body hurtled toward her—no time to dodge.

BOOM!

amid the earth’s violent roar, Bai Meiying’s body shattered like broken pottery, flung away by the Golden-Haired Lion King’s impact.

her body carved a trench across the ground before embedding itself deep into the rock wall.

HOMERUN!!!

watching the figure through the dust, Yang Xiao broke into a cold sweat.

‘We’re all fourth-transformation, but our inheritances feel pathetically weak.’

Fang Can sighed lightly—he hadn’t even reached the level of Xiang Hongtu back then.

of course, he knew this was due to the world’s unique rules.

every fourth-transformation was restricted, their heart-phantoms reduced to pitifully small quantities.

even Xiang Hongtu himself, here, might not be able to unleash [Ignorant Reverse Flow] once.

in this hostile environment, these fourth-transformation cultivators could only simplify their inheritances to minimize heart-phantom consumption.

as Fang Can’s gaze shifted, a figure suddenly stood before Yang Xiao.

it was Dongfang Wuji—the one who had been dazed the entire time.

(End of Chapter)