Chapter 351

Chapter 351: Want to Break My Hands and Feet? I’ll Break Yours First!

Zhao Fan’s battle power was truly off the charts.

As a mere Qi Refining Realm martial artist, he was actually fighting tooth and nail against Gui Tian, a Half Saint. This was nothing short of a miracle.

Throughout history—forget the Northern Region—there had never been such an unbelievable event on the entire Yuanwu Continent. This was destined to be a legendary battle.

Gui Tian was utterly stunned. Even with the power of the Thunder Extreme Sacred Body, he could only barely suppress Zhao Fan.

Defeating Zhao Fan? No way! Was he really going to be pushed to use his trump card against this little Qi Refining Realm martial artist?

That trump card was meant for dealing with Chu Guixi, the Holy Son of the Guiyuan Martial Sect, after all!

It was just around the corner before the Guiyuan Martial Sect’s grand competition.

For Gui Tian, this was a golden opportunity to stomp Chu Guixi underfoot.

He wanted to ruthlessly dominate Chu Guixi in front of everyone at the sect’s competition and humiliate him, pulling him down from the position of Sect Holy Son.

Chu’s family had been so impressive lately; he wanted to squash that momentum hard.

At this moment, the thunderous power coursing through Gui Tian intensified.

Each punch he threw was like a thunderclap, electric light flashing everywhere, an awe-inspiring display of sheer might.

But Zhao Fan’s Five Elements Divine Fist was no slouch either.

The Five Elements Qi surged within Zhao Fan’s body, radiating energy from every pore, transforming him into a multi-colored war god, powerful in every move.

Though he couldn’t release internal energy externally, the sheer force of his martial body shook the fabric of space.

During this time, Xiao Yang had been fully supporting Zhao Fan in tempering his martial body and igniting the potential of the Five Elements Dominant Body.

Now was the moment to test the results of that hard work.

At this point, Zhao Fan’s entire being—every sinew, every muscle—was erupting with immense strength.

If Zhao Fan were to inspect himself now, he would see that every part of him was glowing, releasing power.

This was the terrifying aspect of a physical martial artist.

If Zhao Fan’s Five Elements Dominant Body reached perfection, he might even attain an immortal, indestructible physical form.

“Roar!”

Fueled by battle fervor, Zhao Fan roared, a brilliant five-colored light sparking in his eyes. He launched a punch that shook the air, as if he could create a hole in the heavens and earth with it.

This was pure, unadulterated power.

One force overpowering ten methods—no matter how divine your skills or boundless your spells, they couldn’t compete with an overwhelmingly strong punch.

“Thunder Roaring Across the Heavens!”

Gui Tian, filled with rage, unleashed his ultimate move.

He threw a punch infused with nine layers of thunderous power—each stronger than the last—crashing down towards Zhao Fan, unstoppable and ready to obliterate everything in its path, rending the very air with electrical might.

At that moment, Gui Tian seemed like a wrathful thunder god, changing the atmosphere dramatically.

“Mountain God’s Fury!”

Zhao Fan countered with the Earth Element Divine Fist from his Five Elements Divine Fist technique. Influenced by the energy bursting from him, the illusion of a giant mountain surged around him.

With this punch, the might of a mountain crushed everything.

Everyone was left speechless at this scene.

“Boom!”

The two fists collided in an instant.

Zhao Fan’s body trembled violently, shaking nine times in quick succession.

Gui Tian’s nine-layered fist force exploded outward.

With each shock, Zhao Fan was forced to step back, retreating eight steps until the giant mountain illusion that had enveloped him was shattered.

“Crash!”

On the ninth step, he finally halted his retreat.

The solid blue bricks beneath him were crushed to dust.

The upper half of Zhao Fan’s clothing instantly ripped into countless tiny pieces that flew into the air.

“This…”

Everyone was left slack-jawed at this sight.

Zhao Fan’s muscles stood out distinctly, radiating power.

Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

He was finally injured.

Gui Tian’s punch was just too powerful.

The nine-layered fist was absolutely ferocious.

“Hmph!”

Zhao Fan remained fiercely determined, his battle essence boiling within.

A domineering aura erupted from him, making him resemble a fierce beast, wild and ferocious as he locked eyes with Gui Tian.

“This…”

Even Gui Tian, the Half Saint, was shaken.

That punch could have shattered a small mountain, yet Zhao Fan had only been forced back nine steps?

At this moment, Xiao Yang, mingling among the crowd, had no intentions of intervening.

He quietly slipped away from the square, turning down an alley to arrive behind the tower where Chu Guiyuan and Chu Yuan were.

Inside the tower, at that moment.

“I never imagined Xiao Yang’s disciple could be so impressive,” Chu Guiyuan admitted, startled.

“But what of it? He’ll still die just the same,” Chu Yuan scoffed.

“Yes, who cares? He’s Xiao Yang’s disciple, after all!” Chu Guiyuan sneered.

In Chu Guiyuan’s eyes, Zhao Fan’s fate was already sealed since Xiao Yang had destroyed his dantian, making him a sworn enemy.

“Whether it’s Xiao Yang or his disciple, I want them dead!” Chu Guiyuan gritted his teeth, glaring at the two opponents in the square.

“Who do you want dead?” a voice echoed from behind them, as a figure appeared and laid hands on their shoulders.

“…”

Chu Guiyuan and Chu Yuan were taken aback.

“Xiao Yang?”

Chu Guiyuan turned to look, his eyes nearly popping out of his head.

“What…”

Chu Yuan erupted in fury.

He swung a punch directly at Xiao Yang’s abdomen.

“Hahaha…”

Xiao Yang laughed heartily, retreating swiftly.

Chu Guiyuan and Chu Yuan whipped around.

“How is this possible…”

They never expected the silent intruder to be Xiao Yang, the sworn enemy who had destroyed his dantian and turned him into a worthless being.

Xiao Yang had somehow entered the room despite being a so-called cripple!

“How could he still possess such abilities?”

“Is this Xiao Yang?”

Chu Yuan’s pupils shrank at the sight of the young man before him.

Was this the Xiao Yang who made waves during the Jiazi Grand Tournament?

He was a true cripple?

If anyone had made the biggest splash at the Jiazi Grand Tournament, it was definitely Xiao Yang.

He topped the tournament, blew up his dantian, and severed ties with his sect. Every act of his had shocked the world.

Chu Yuan scrutinized Xiao Yang.

To him, Xiao Yang’s name was thunderous.

Yet, he was witnessing him for the first time.

“Xiao Yang, Xiao Yang, you really don’t know when to quit, do you?”

Chu Guiyuan snapped back to reality, grinning menacingly at Xiao Yang.

Since Xiao Yang had blown up his dantian, he was nothing more than a cripple.

“What’s this? Planning to kill me?” Xiao Yang asked, a semblance of a smile tugging at his lips.

Chu Guiyuan was somewhat capable, having escaped from Chu Guixi.

“I not only want to kill you, but I also want to slice your body into pieces and scatter your ashes!” Chu Guiyuan glared fiercely at Xiao Yang.

Had Xiao Yang not shattered his dantian, he wouldn’t be in this pathetic state.

“If you want to try, be my guest!” Xiao Yang shrugged nonchalantly.

“Cousin, don’t rush to kill him. First, break his limbs, then take your time torturing him. I want to cut his flesh piece by piece and feed it to the dogs—that will ease my hatred!” Chu Guiyuan gritted his teeth, fixating on Xiao Yang.

“Hmph, just a cripple. I’ll take him down for you, and then you can do whatever you want!” Chu Yuan scoffed derisively at Xiao Yang.

He sensed no trace of a warrior’s aura from Xiao Yang.

This guy was a genuine cripple now.

Chu Yuan grinned wickedly, flipping his hand to reveal four flying knives that appeared in his grip.

Without hesitation, he waved his right hand, sending the four knives hurtling towards Xiao Yang’s limbs.

In the blink of an eye, the sharp knives struck Xiao Yang’s arms and legs.

However, these incredibly sharp flying knives felt like they were stabbing into divine iron, instantly bouncing off Xiao Yang’s body and clattering to the ground.

“Hmm?”

Chu Yuan was taken aback.

“This guy is wearing soft armor?”

Chu Guiyuan remarked coldly.

They were both under the impression that Xiao Yang’s clothes hid some impenetrable armor underneath.

They could never have dreamed that Xiao Yang’s physique had become so powerful that even flying swords struggled to leave a mark on him.

“Hmph!”

Chu Yuan sneered, summoning the four knives back into his hand.

He stowed them away then stepped forward, launching a punch at Xiao Yang’s chest.

A mysterious tortoise-like shadow burst forth from Chu Yuan’s body, clawing towards Xiao Yang, vicious and unrelenting.

Chu Yuan was no weaker either.

Xiao Yang immediately recognized the depth of Chu Yuan’s cultivation.

He was at the Heavenly Martial Realm—fully matured.

Having such strength was nothing to scoff at.

Just over a year ago, there were hardly any young talents in the Qingyang Sword Sect who could reach the Heavenly Martial Realm.

Much had happened in this short span of less than two years.

“Xiao Yang, I want you to wish you were alive but find no escape,” Chu Guiyuan declared with a sinister grin.

Just when Chu Yuan’s punch was about to land on Xiao Yang, Xiao Yang suddenly grinned, extending his right hand to grab Chu Yuan’s incoming fist.

“What?”

Chu Yuan was shocked.

How could a useless person like Xiao Yang possibly catch his punch?

“Want to break my hands and feet?”

Xiao Yang chuckled softly, and in an instant, he twisted Chu Yuan’s fist with force.

The sound of bones cracking echoed through the air.

Chu Yuan’s face turned pale, dark spots blinking in front of his eyes as he nearly fainted from the pain.

Yet, he was tough enough to hold back from screaming.

“This…”

Chu Guiyuan was astonished.

How could this be?

Wasn’t Xiao Yang already a cripple?

How could he possibly withstand a punch from Chu Yuan at the Heavenly Martial Realm?

“Something’s off…something’s definitely off…”

Chu Guiyuan suddenly realized he might have overlooked something.

He stared at Xiao Yang in horror.

“Roar!”

Chu Yuan howled in rage as his left hand came down in a chopping motion, cleanly severing his right arm as he stumbled back.

But Xiao Yang took a step forward, closing the distance to Chu Yuan in an instant.

He reached out again, grabbing Chu Yuan’s left arm and twisting once more.

Chu Yuan’s entire left arm was rendered useless in an instant.

This time, he couldn’t hold back his cries of agony.

“Want to break my hands and feet? I’ll break yours first!”

Xiao Yang smiled at the two of them.