Chapter 503: Chapter 285: Suppressing the Mountain

BOOM!

This fist was like a clap of thunder, heavy as a mountain, and possessed an indomitable might.

The air seemed to explode, creating a shockwave of white vapor. Before the fist even arrived, its tyrannical Fist Strength made the Ghost Tower Master feel as if he were carrying a colossal boulder, his feet sinking unconsciously into the earth.

"The Eight Ferocious Hidden Dragon Strength..."

The tyrannical pressure from the fist made the Ghost Tower Master’s expression change drastically. He instantly understood the reason for Xu Yang’s sudden surge in power: Xu Yang had cultivated the Eight Ferocious Hidden Dragon Strength.

Not only had he cultivated it, but he had nearly reached the Minor Achievement stage. His talent was terrifying enough to make one’s heart tremble.

One had to understand that for many Elders of the Purple Sun Sect, even a lifetime of cultivating the Eight Ferocious Hidden Dragon Strength would only get them to this stage.

’I can’t run. I can’t turn my back to him.’ The Ghost Tower Master finally understood the meaning of being in an impossible situation.

If he turned to flee now, Xu Yang’s fist would crash down, and even if it didn’t kill him, it would leave him gravely injured. A single punch, empowered by the Eight Ferocious Hidden Dragon Strength, already gave him a sense of overwhelming powerlessness.

But if he didn’t turn and continued to fight Xu Yang, it was only a matter of time before he was beaten to death.

’I’ll risk it all!’

Gang Yuan erupted from the soles of his feet as the Ghost Tower Master shot backward, creating distance from Xu Yang to buy himself time to react.

CLANG!

A crisp ring echoed as a weapon was unsheathed. The Ghost Tower Master’s hand, at some unknown moment, had pressed against the saber at his waist. He drew it swiftly, and in an instant, Spirituality surged as the Power of Heaven and Earth swarmed toward it.

A Spirit Treasure Saber!

The Treasure Saber shot from its sheath like a silver glint, its ring like a dragon’s cry, exuding a bone-chilling aura.

Murderous intent surged in Xu Yang’s eyes as he stared intently at the Ghost Tower Master. His golden fist tore through the air like a bolt of golden lightning, striking the Spirit Treasure Saber just as it was drawn.

It was hard to say whether the Ghost Tower Master had precisely blocked Xu Yang’s attack or if Xu Yang had suppressed his opponent’s use of the Spiritual Soldier. In any case, the fist and the Spiritual Soldier collided.

CLANG—!

The clang of metal on metal resounded. Xu Yang’s fist seemed not to be made of flesh and blood, but forged from solid iron.

Violent Vigorous Energy swept out in visible ripples.

The golden fist, heavy as a mountain, bent the Spirit Treasure Saber into a terrifying arc, as if it would snap in two. The blade let out a mournful cry, its spiritual luster dimming.

The Ghost Tower Master’s eyes filled with disbelief. The violent tremor from the blade nearly made him lose his grip on the Treasure Saber, and fine cracks appeared in the webbing between his thumb and forefinger.

What truly horrified him was the tyrannical power that had actually shaken some of the Spirituality out of his Spiritual Soldier, causing its quality to degrade and significantly reducing its ability to channel the Power of Heaven and Earth.

’What terrifying power!’

He couldn’t help but feel terrified. Given a little more time, Xu Yang might just shatter the Spiritual Soldier with his bare hands. He was hardly human; even a Spirit Bone Celestial Pride would likely be no better than this.

BOOM!

Scorching Gang Qi poured out like a bursting dam. The Spiritual Soldier gripped tightly in the Ghost Tower Master’s hand was burned red-hot, emitting wisps of green smoke.

An unstoppable force surged forward, shattering the Gang Yuan covering his hand. The Spiritual Soldier was knocked from his grasp and slammed heavily into his own Protective Gang Qi.

The Ghost Tower Master’s arm trembled, blood flying everywhere. He staggered back, his face pale with horror, not even bothering with his Spiritual Soldier. His only thought was to get away from Xu Yang.

"Stay right where you are!"

With unstoppable momentum, Xu Yang gave chase in great strides, wrapped in a gale like a tidal wave and cracking the earth with every step.

Golden Gang Yuan roared forth, and the phantom Ming King behind him swelled once more. Its majestic pressure bore down directly on the Ghost Tower Master’s Heart Spirit.

BOOM!

The golden fist tore through the air with a deafening boom, striking out again like a clap of thunder.

Before the fist arrived, the gale it generated uprooted the surrounding trees, a truly terrifying display of power.

Under the tyrannical pressure, the Ghost Tower Master felt as if a massive boulder was crushing his chest, making it difficult to breathe.

"HAAAH—!" He couldn’t help but let out a long roar to dispel the fear in his heart, striking out repeatedly with his palms and sending forth a wave of solid Palm Seals.

Xu Yang was completely unfazed, his gaze cold and indifferent.

In a battle between those of the same realm, as long as he wasn’t being attacked by a Spiritual Soldier, he had nothing to fear. Even if his Protective Gang Yuan was broken, his physical body was more than enough to withstand any attack.

His ferocious fist shattered a Palm Seal, then stabbed forward like a great spear, striking the Ghost Tower Master’s Protective Gang Yuan.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

A series of thuds rang out—the sound of Xu Yang’s fist smashing into the Ghost Tower Master’s Protective Gang Yuan, and the sound of the Ghost Tower Master’s Palm Seals hitting Xu Yang’s body.

Both of them shuddered. Their Protective Gang Yuan became covered in a web of cracks before exploding.

A violent shockwave swept out like a thousand blades, tearing up grass, trees, soil, and rock, leaving a deep crater over a hundred feet wide in its wake.

Xu Yang only felt his blood churn and his bones hum as even more torrential power continued to erupt from within him.

Although his Protective Gang Yuan had been shattered, it had little effect on him; his physical body had already withstood the residual power of the Palm Seals.

The Ghost Tower Master, however, did not possess such a tyrannical physique. The terrifying Force contained within the fist erupted, and he felt as if he’d been struck by a mountain-crushing hammer. His face flushed red, his bones roared, and a mouthful of blood nearly burst from his lips as his internal organs were violently displaced.

The incomparably fierce fist seemed to have punched his Protective Gang Yuan back into his body, causing his frame to swell as if being inflated.

POW!

Xu Yang’s fist shattered the Protective Gang Yuan and landed on the Ghost Tower Master’s chest with unstoppable force.

The Ghost Tower Master’s eyes became bloodshot, his eyeballs bulging as if they were about to be shaken from their sockets.

PFFT!

He could no longer hold back the mouthful of blood, which sprayed from his mouth as his face contorted in agony.

He felt as if he’d been rammed in the chest by a crazed bull. His feet left the ground as he flew backward, his clothes exploding to reveal a Fist Seal on his chest, blood sizzling as it seeped out from the surrounding cracks in his flesh.

"AGHH—!"

The Ghost Tower Master let out a piercing scream. His body broke the sound barrier as pain caused his vision to go black. The Martial Dao Imagery behind him dissipated, unable to be maintained.

"You’re weaker than I imagined!" Xu Yang’s voice, like a whisper from Hell, sounded next to his ear, accompanied by a tidal wave of killing intent.

The Ghost Tower Master shuddered and shrieked, "Don’t! I am the Ghost Tower Master! Killing me will bring you endless trouble!"

"You ambushed me, and now that you can’t win, you think you can live just because you have a powerful background? There’s no such easy deal in this world."

Xu Yang had appeared behind the Ghost Tower Master at some unknown point, his body dazzling with golden light, his Martial Dao Imagery shaking heaven and earth.

ROAR!

A beastly roar echoed as the ground all around tore apart and exploded. The Power of Heaven and Earth was devoured, swarming toward him.

The phantom Ming King vanished, replaced by a giant, ferocious-looking tortoise.

A majestic, mountain-like pressure descended as the Power of Heaven and Earth surged around Xu Yang.

Black Tortoise Mountain-Suppressing Fist!

A Celestial Essence Martial Technique!

This was the Fist Technique that Song Yushao had shelved, not being qualified to cultivate it. This was the first time Xu Yang had used it against an enemy. Setting aside its power for a moment, its ability to channel the Power of Heaven and Earth was indeed stronger than any of his other Martial Techniques.

From all directions, the mountain winds howled as the Power of Heaven and Earth flowed in frenziedly.

Xu Yang shone with a brilliant light, his wild hair dancing in the wind. Behind him, his Martial Dao Imagery shook the world. His fist shot out, emitting a blinding golden light, and the dense Power of Heaven and Earth crashed down like a great mountain.

Mountain-Pressing Fist!

Before the fist arrived, its pressure swept out, suppressing the swirling gales. The Power of Heaven and Earth that the Ghost Tower Master had been channeling was scattered. He felt as though he were carrying a crushing weight; his legs buckled, and his Protective Gang Yuan flickered, on the verge of being forced back into his body by the terrifying pressure.

"A Celestial Essence Martial Technique!" The Ghost Tower Master’s expression changed.

He felt as if he weren’t facing a fist, but a colossal mountain. His Heart Spirit trembled, and he was filled with the powerlessness of a mantis trying to stop a chariot. Even the circulation of his Gang Yuan became sluggish.

It wasn’t that he hadn’t cultivated a Celestial Essence Martial Technique before. But such techniques required not only comprehending Martial Dao Imagery but also attuning to heaven and earth. Without a certain level of Comprehension, one could practice for a hundred years and never even reach the Entry Level.

The early stages of the Martial Dao depended on resources, but upon reaching the Celestial Essence Realm, resources were useless without aptitude and Comprehension.

Pouring out his Gang Yuan as if it were free, the Ghost Tower Master expanded his Protective Gang Yuan to its maximum and raised his hands to block.

BANG!

The golden fist, wrapped in the surging Power of Heaven and Earth, crashed down like a meteor, creating visible ripples. The phantom giant tortoise roared and moved with the punch as a deafening explosion erupted.

The two streams of Gang Yuan collided first. A violent shockwave roared out, scattering the Power of Heaven and Earth.

The Mountain-Suppressing Power contained in the fist exploded. The Ghost Tower Master’s Gang Yuan was instantly blown apart, and the terrifying rebound force made the already injured man cough up mouthfuls of blood. His bones trembled in unison, and a crisp cracking sound came from his entire body.

His face instantly turned crimson, his skin engorged with blood, his muscles on the verge of tearing apart. It was as if he were about to be blasted to pieces by the punch. Pain twisted his features, and he let out an involuntary groan.

CRACK!

A sharp crack of breaking bone echoed as the unstoppable Fist Strength shattered both of the Ghost Tower Master’s arms.

"AGHHH...!"

His face contorted in agony as he screamed, his body once again flying backward, leaving a trail of blood in his wake.

Xu Yang’s aura surged. He took a great stride and shot forward in pursuit.

The Ghost Tower Master reformed his scattered Gang Yuan and forced his shattered arms back into place, his face a mask of pure terror.

BOOM!

A roar filled his ears as a golden fist punched through the air, streaking like a meteor straight for the Ghost Tower Master’s face.

Before the fist even arrived, its terrifying pressure washed over him, slamming the airborne Ghost Tower Master down from mid-air and cracking the ground beneath him.

The Ghost Tower Master was scared out of his wits, desperately trying to raise his Protective Gang Qi and counterattack.

But at this moment, after taking several of Xu Yang’s heavy blows, who knew how many of his meridians had been shattered? Coupled with the fear in his heart, he couldn’t fully unleash the power of his Martial Dao Imagery. His strength was a far cry from its peak, and even forcing his arms up was useless.

BANG!

The tyrannical fist fell. His arms, already shattered, were completely blown off, exploding into a mist of blood. Bone fragments shot backward, tearing through his Protective Gang Yuan and embedding themselves in his flesh. A gaping, bloody hole appeared in his chest, sending out a spray of crimson.

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