As their fists clashed, Fang Shuwen let out a soft "Eh," feeling that fighting Cao Jiuyin was completely different from fighting anyone else.
The palm strike landed, as if it weren't hitting a person... but rather hitting a mass of boneless flesh.
Furthermore, one could see that Cao Jiuyin's skin and flesh were constantly rippling.
These ripples dispersed his strength, spreading the originally solid palm force throughout his body, where it was gradually dissipated into nothingness within his fleshy body.
He had already sensed that Cao Jiuyin's martial arts were extraordinary from the moment he saw him make a move.
Now that we've actually faced each other, the feeling is even more real.
"What kind of martial art is this?"
Fang Shuwen asked out of curiosity.
This startled Cao Jiuyin...
He was about to kill Zuo Qingshuang, but unexpectedly, this kid intervened and saved her.
Now that he was about to defeat the old monk of Nianhua Zen Monastery, he could indulge in a feast and improve his skills.
And then that kid showed up again.
Therefore, he attacked with resentment this time, using nine and a half of his full strength, leaving only half of his strength to protect himself and deal with the sudden change.
The current stalemate was already unbelievable to Cao Jiuyin; how could this young man possibly be able to contend with him?
Not only could Fang Shuwen withstand the attack, but he could also speak with ease!
This kid... could he be even more of a monster than me?
Fang Shuwen could speak, but he had no way to express himself.
Although the martial arts he practiced were extraordinary, they were ultimately still based on the harmony of qi (vital energy).
Once you open your mouth and lose your nerve, defeat is inevitable.
How could Fang Shuwen know all this?
Seeing that he didn't speak, he nodded:
"As expected, people like you won't tell the truth unless you're beaten so badly you can't get back up."
A huge question mark appeared in Cao Jiuyin's fat mind.
The next moment, he felt a force as powerful as a mountain collapsing and a tsunami surging in, not only instantly pushing away his attack, but also rushing into his meridians with unstoppable momentum.
Bang bang bang, bang bang!
The sounds of flesh exploding continued one after another, and under the immense force of the impact, even his massive body could not maintain its momentum.
He was thrown into the air, like a giant cannonball, and sent flying backward.
Accompanied by a whistling sound, the ground rumbled and exploded wherever it passed.
Then, a series of loud crashes were heard as the sound continued to reverberate, smashing through the walls of Autumn Moon Convent, overturning the statues of Bodhisattvas, and completely piercing through the entire temple.
Fang Shuwen maintained his single-palm strike stance, and as the dust settled, the experts from the seven major sects present were left speechless.
They suddenly understood why Zuo Qingshuang of the Pearl Pavilion held Fang Shuwen in such high esteem.
They would go to war with the Questioning Heaven Manor to protect him.
What kind of master is this?
The power of this single palm strike is definitely no less than that of the seven sect leaders.
Fang Shuwen ignored their thoughts. If this palm strike couldn't kill Cao Jiuyin, he would naturally have to go and pursue him.
Stepping into the temple, Fang Shuwen looked at the collapsed Buddha statue and clasped his hands together in Fang Shuwen.
"Please don't blame me... I was only doing this to slay demons and monsters."
After saying this, he took another step and had already passed the temple in front of him, arriving in the backyard.
Before I could even stand still, I smelled an extremely strange, bloody odor.
His gaze shifted, and even Fang Shuwen couldn't help but narrow his eyes slightly.
In the empty backyard, piles of white bones could be seen everywhere.
The ground was blackened and the soil was damp, as if it had been soaked in a large amount of blood.
Fang Shuwen looked at Cao Jiuyin, who was embedded in the wall, and spoke coldly:
"Why are those people... all that's left are bones? Where did their flesh go?"
Although Fang Shuwen had already guessed what was going on based on the conversation between the old monk at Nianhua Zen Monastery and Cao Jiuyin, he was still somewhat unwilling to believe such a tragic event.
Cao Jiuyin struggled to get off the wall, laughing heartily as he patted his own fat body.
"How fortunate they are to have such a great opportunity to become one with me!"
Fang Shuwen's eyes revealed an unprecedented coldness:
"Is this the martial art you've been practicing?"
"What I cultivate is called the [Flesh Nether Art]! It nourishes the body through the flesh and skin, and is the most profound and wondrous technique in the world. You..."
Before he could finish speaking, Fang Shuwen had already leaped out.
That's enough!
This is a thoroughly incorrigible demon who must die no matter what.
Fang Shuwen had completely lost interest in him and didn't even want to hear a word from him. His only thought was to beat this man to death!
He moved like an arrow released from a bow, arriving in front of Cao Jiuyin in the blink of an eye, and struck him in the face with a palm.
Cao Jiuyin's expression changed drastically!
He could already tell from the wind that Fang Shuwen's Fang Shuwen was completely different from the previous one.
Without waiting for a reply, he crossed his palms and pushed out forcefully.
He foolishly thought he could withstand Fang Shuwen's Fang Shuwen with the strength of his own hands.
It wasn't that he didn't want to run... it's just that the [Great Black Heaven Divine Palm], while seemingly all- Fang Shuwen, actually contains countless variations. Fang Shuwen's palm strike was the final strike, [Majestic Virtue Subduing Demons], the ultimate move of the [Great Black Heaven Divine Palm]. As soon as it was used, it locked down the four directions of heaven and earth around him, making it difficult for him to dodge no matter how he twisted and turned.
When that time comes, it's better to take the initiative than to passively wait and react.
At that moment, his skin and flesh rippled and surged wildly, transferring all the flesh from his body to his hands.
So much so that these hands turned into a pair of giant palms!
However, in the next instant, Fang Shuwen's palm strike had already landed.
When the three palms met, the entire world seemed to freeze for a moment.
Immediately following was a ripple that spread across the giant hand.
Bang bang bang, bang bang!!
This time, the ripples caused more than just skin and flesh to be torn apart.
Centered on Fang Shuwen's palm, a powerful force rippled outwards, causing flesh and blood to shatter wildly, revealing the stark white bones within.
First the hands, then the wrists, then the forearms, spreading upwards...
Cao Jiuyin watched helplessly as his hands were beaten until the skin and flesh were gone, and the damage spread wildly and uncontrollably.
At the same time, a wound suddenly appeared on his face from top to bottom, and one could faintly feel the remnants of knife energy on it.
"No... this is impossible!!"
Fang Shuwen's palm strike didn't care whether he believed it or could accept it.
The powerful force traveled all over his body, shattering every inch of his proud flesh and blood.
The skeleton had long been shattered by the powerful palm strike, leaving only a huge head.
His large, fat face still bore traces of intense resentment and disbelief.
Just as he was about to fall to the ground, Fang Shuwen scooped him up:
"He deserved to die!"