Yin Huaxuan’s weak body thudded onto the ground.
At this moment, Fu Tu’s aura began to soar, the tiger and leopard phantoms behind him melting into his body, while scales started to emerge on his flesh.
His forehead bulged, as if something was desperately pushing to break free.
He faintly had the presence of Yin Huaxuan in her prime.
“As long as I k*ll one more…”
Whoosh—
Once again, that hammer came crashing down, neither too fast nor too slow.
Rule number five of the Fighting King’s Manual:
When people are showing off, they don’t think straight; hitting them when they’re unprepared often yields great results.
“Hehe, you would have been perfect for Shenbing Peak.”
“Too bad, now that you’re on Qunyu Peak, you might as well be dead.”
Fu Tu revealed a cruel smile.
He was the Eight Apertures of Guan Shen.
Like a bl**d-drained beast reaching its peak, he was about to transform into a dragon demon.
Ke Mo, newly entered into the Observation Realm.
Even if he was stronger than the typical Observation Realm practitioner, how could he possibly be his match?
The inflation of power made Fu Tu’s ego swell alongside it.
The hammer approached.
He threw a rebellious punch, the Thunderous Tiger and Leopard Fist exuding terrifying might and furious energy.
Boom—
The momentum contained in the Starfall Sledgehammer erupted at the moment of contact.
In an instant.
That arm exploded, bl**d and flesh scattering everywhere.
“Something’s wrong!”
“That hammer just now clearly… wasn’t this heavy.”
This was the first thought that crossed Fu Tu’s mind as he flew back.
Of course, it wasn’t!
It was just that hammer’s big brother.
They happened to look identical.
And Ke Mo had barely scraped into the Observation Realm; although he didn’t have the full control of it, his hammer technique had already reached an unfathomable level, ensuring no energy wastage with a normal swing.
Only when you got hammered could you tell if it felt like forty or eighty—Zhou Shuren.
Bang bang bang—
The sound of shattering stone pillars echoed continuously.
“Hm? Didn’t k*ll him?”
Ke Mo frowned.
No wonder the elders had a chance to spare Fu Tu’s life from their master.
Anyone who practiced this Beast bl**d Refinement was like a cockroach, ridiculously resilient—could survive even a sledgehammer strike.
That wasn’t something a typical Observation Realm practitioner could withstand.
“Starfall Sledgehammer…”
Looking at Ke Mo standing there, with that short-handled sledgehammer in his hand, Fu Tu’s pupils widened in horror.
This divine weapon was actually in Ke Mo’s grasp!
No wonder…
No wonder that day, Shenbing Peak trembled inexplicably.
Clearly, the Starfall Sledgehammer had recognized its master!
What shocked him more was that Ke Mo could actually wield it!
“Run!”
Fu Tu’s mind flashed this thought as his clothes ripped, a pair of meat wings sprang out, and he soared into the sky.
Before he took off, he blew the bone whistle he had snagged from Yin Huaxuan.
The White-Jawed Hawk recognized the whistle, not the person, and swiftly darted back after receiving the command to attack.
Its speed had reached the limits of a seventh-rank exotic beast, yet in Ke Mo’s eyes, it still seemed oh-so-slow.
With a slight movement, he let the eagle’s claws skim past him.
With a flick of his wrist, a fiery sword light sliced through the air.
Riiip—
The true essence generated by the dual-hued mysterious pills pierced the heavens with sharp intent, as if it could tear through the firmament.
With just one strike, he pierced the White-Jawed Hawk’s wing, bl**d spraying through the air as it dropped to the ground.
“Useless!”
Fu Tu gritted his teeth and cursed, filled with regret.
Had he known, he shouldn’t have bothered helping Yin Huaxuan escape in the first place—better to have killed her outright!
If the Huanmo Sect came looking for him, he wouldn’t d*e but would certainly suffer.
Suddenly, he heard an explosive sound behind him, causing goosebumps to rise all over his body.
It was Ke Mo, stepping into the void, using the Wind Shadow Steps, hammer in hand, coming straight at him.
Fu Tu wanted to resist, but at that moment, he felt like a fish flung onto dry land, the surrounding air solidifying like iron.
Boom—
With one hammer, Fu Tu’s muscles snapped, and he was smashed into the earth.
The ground trembled and rippled like the surface of a book.
“Keep eighty for now.”
Ke Mo halted the universal force, employing the Sunwheel Sword Manual, unleashing over ten blazing sword lights into the deep pit.
Rule number six of the Fighting King’s Manual:
Seize the opportunity to take their life when they’re weak; don’t hold back when delivering the final blow.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh—
Over a dozen sword lights wreaked havoc.
Ke Mo still felt unsatisfied, planning to jump down the hole with his star stick.
“When your hammer dropped, he was already dead.”
Elder Han He’s voice echoed.
The old man’s face twitched.
The elders still wanted to squeeze useful information from this traitor.
“I told you to capture him, not to obliterate the evidence!”
Ke Mo put away his sword, a sheepish smile on his face:
“Even when hunting rabbits, one must use full strength; how could I have held back in a fight?”
“Next time, remember to tell me sooner.”
Han He: “…..”
They initially planned to uproot Yin Huaxuan and her accomplices altogether for separate interrogations.
Now, they were left with just a White-Jawed Hawk—how useful!
It’s their fault, though.
When sending disciples out, they certainly didn’t specify to spare anyone.
Who could have imagined that there would be an Observation Realm disciple who could take out Yin Huaxuan before they even arrived!
And took down her accomplice too.
This kid Ke Mo was still just a novice in the Observation Realm.
If he went to Hengyun Sword City and participated in the Yunzhou Martial Dao Summit…
“Elder Han He, it’s getting late.”
Ke Mo glanced at the sky.
Hint hint.
I want to clock out.
…….
Qiushui Pavilion.
As if moonlight poured down like a waterfall, in the spacious confines of Qiushui Pavilion, clear jade-like sounds echoed.
Ying Bing opened her eyes, noticing Shang Wu.
Shang Wu nodded.
Splash—
She rose from the hot spring, a phantom of a lotus appearing, sealing the surrounding space and locking the exotic beasts firmly in the yard.
“Phew…”
Ying Bing’s mind’s eye no longer suppressed the waves of energy.
After a moment.
The small phoenix she had drawn finally took shape, escaping from her mind’s eye.
Still her.
But now that she opened her mind’s eye, Ying Bing radiated an ethereal elegance, her noble aura even more pronounced than before.
She felt a little weak.
She had already exhausted much of her focus, the two mysterious pills leaving not a drop of energy behind.
“I’m tired; you can chill here and recover for a bit.”
Shang Wu yawned.
“Thank you.”
Ying Bing nodded in gratitude.
She indeed needed to recover quickly.
Midnight was approaching.
This meant the system would start ranking.
A countdown also appeared in front of her, reminding her:
【00:12:30】
【00:12:29】
…..
Thud—
At that moment.
Footsteps echoed outside the misty flower spring, approaching inside.
Ying Bing raised an eyebrow; she had just been guessing the ranking order, not noticing anyone entering Qiushui Pavilion.
Who?
With her keen sense, she instantly detected the visitor…
Ah, it’s Ke Mo.
That makes sense; Shang Wu was still here—who else would be allowed in?
“Dead tired, just want to soak in the bath, heh heh.”
His voice carried over.
Ying Bing’s gaze froze.
Why, of all times…
What to do?
But in just a moment, her expression regained composure.
Isn’t it just a bath together? No need to fuss over small details.
After all.
She was wearing a bathrobe.
“Oy?”
“Ice Chunk, you’re still here?”
