Yang Fellow Daoist, I Beg You!

The distance between the two wasn't far; in almost the blink of an eye, Pan Shi had charged to the Taoist's front.

He clenched his right fist and suddenly raised it. The flesh and blood on one of his hands began to tremble violently, swelling slightly before he punched towards the Taoist.

Pan Shi was a disciple of True Man Rou Shu from Three Pine Mountain, and the cultivation method he practiced was the renowned Scripture of Flesh Body Manifestation. Its core principle was the ability to freely control the body's flesh and blood, mobilizing the strength of every part. Upon reaching great mastery, one could even withstand the might of heaven and earth with their physical body alone.

This strike against the Taoist, though appearing ordinary, channeled the strength of his entire body into a single punch. If faced with a stone the size of an adult man, this punch could shatter it.

However, facing Pan Shi's fierce punch, the Taoist remained unhurried and exceptionally calm.

He chuckled, then raised the stick in his hand, which looked like it was whittled from a tree branch, and poked it directly at Pan Shi.

In Pan Shi's eyes, the stick's approach was slow, not even as fast as his punch.

But for some unknown reason, in just an instant, the stick moved with unimaginable speed, striking his weak point a step faster.

Hiss!

Immediately, Pan Shi's expression turned to one of pain. The power gathered in his fist was instantly broken. Off-balance, he was sent flying back several meters, crashing into a tree.

"Heh heh, kid, with your False Eater Realm cultivation, you're no match for this old man. Didn't your sect teach you to know your limits?"

With a simple poke, he had shattered Pan Shi's offensive momentum, and the Taoist taunted him with a sinister laugh.

After the Taoist spoke, Pan Shi got back up from the ground, his face extremely grim.

Origin Feeder Realm!

This Taoist was actually a cultivator of the Origin Feeder Realm!

If the opponent were at the same cultivation level as him, he wouldn't have been able to counter so easily.

Practicing the Scripture of Flesh Body Manifestation, his close-combat ability was undoubtedly top-tier. Among cultivators of the same realm, he wasn't invincible, but he was certainly formidable, capable of suppressing most of his peers.

Yet, the strength displayed by the opponent was not comparable to someone in the False Eater Realm. The only explanation was that he was in the Origin Feeder Realm, above the False Eater Realm!

This was going to be difficult!

Pan Shi rubbed his sore spot where he'd been poked, feeling a numbness spread through half his body. He subconsciously glanced at Yang An, who was standing beside his junior sister.

Fellow Daoist Yang is also in the Origin Feeder Realm. I'll likely have to ask for his help later. I can't handle this Taoist alone.

However, as a cultivator, Pan Shi didn't want to be looked down upon. No matter what, he couldn't disgrace his sect's reputation.

If he asked Fellow Daoist Yang for help too early, even if Yang An didn't think less of him, the difference in their status would unconsciously widen. It would be harder to build rapport if they encountered trouble later.

After all, they hadn't even reached the Xi Yue River yet; they were only on the way. Who knew what might happen at the Communal Feast Convention, perhaps something even more troublesome than this.

But for now, he had to resolve the current situation before thinking about the future.

Pan Shi rubbed his numb arm, then turned and wrapped his arms around a tree as thick as a thigh, gritting his teeth.

His muscles bulged, every inch of his flesh trembling violently, veins popping out.

The tree trunk, as thick as a thigh, was uprooted instantly, its roots snapping as it was hurled towards the Taoist. If an ordinary person were hit by this, they would likely turn into a bloody pulp on the spot.

But facing this powerful blow, the Taoist didn't dodge. He simply raised the stick in his hand again.

Compared to the thick tree trunk, the stick was like a slender needle, a world of difference between them.

Yet, as the tip of the stick suddenly touched the oncoming tree trunk, an invisible force erupted, tearing apart everything that came into contact with the tip.

Screech!

In an instant, the hurled tree trunk was like a gutted carcass, shattering into countless pieces.

The Taoist, enduring only a fraction of the force, took two steps back, completely unharmed.

Yang An and Pan Yu, watching the battle from the side, felt their hearts pound. They were weighed down by the strength the Taoist displayed.

This Taoist was too powerful!

Pan Shi was completely suppressed, unable to fight back.

Yang An couldn't help but worry. If Pan Shi were defeated, how would he and Pan Yu handle this Taoist alone?

Run? Or surrender?

Neither seemed like a good option.

Meanwhile, despite being mentally prepared, Pan Shi hadn't expected the Taoist to be this strong. The tree trunk he was holding was now just a stump, which he forcefully hurled at the Taoist.

No matter what, he had to give his all until he had no other options left before asking Fellow Daoist Yang for help.

Otherwise, if he didn't try his best, how could others be expected to help him wholeheartedly?

These methods were useless against the Taoist. It was time to use his trump card.

Using the momentum of the thrown stump, Pan Shi bit his tongue and spat a mouthful of blood onto his hands.

Not much blood was spat, but it landed on his hands as droplets.

Even more bizarrely, as soon as the crimson blood droplets touched Pan Shi's skin, they became like living things, transforming into small, wriggling worms that burrowed into his pores.

Screech!

The sound of tearing flesh followed, and then bone spurs, twisted and crimson, erupted from Pan Shi's hands.

The bone spurs were sharp, with tiny pores at their tips. Each spur contained a blood poison that, if it struck the opponent, could suppress their strength even if it didn't cause a severe injury.

This was Pan Shi's trump card.

Although the strength difference between the two sides was huge, a full major realm, Pan Shi was still very confident in his trump card.

He once again lunged towards the Daoist. This time, his speed was even faster than before, and he reached the Daoist's back in the blink of an eye.

This time, he learned his lesson. Taking advantage of the Daoist smashing the tree stump with his staff, he circled behind him, no longer attacking from the front.

The Daoist's reaction was also swift. The moment Pan Shi appeared, he turned his body around, and at the same time, the staff in his hand once again pointed at Pan Shi.

Bang!

This time, the staff in his hand actually let out an explosive sound, and then a yellow wind shot out from the tip of the staff.

This yellow wind carried a powerful impact force and emitted a strong stench, so pungent it was unbearable.

The next moment, Pan Shi's figure was sent flying backward again, crashing heavily onto the ground. A mouthful of blood sprayed from his mouth, and his consciousness became muddled for a moment under the assault of that foul odor.

However, at this moment, there was a smile on Pan Shi's face.

He had given his all!

Even though he couldn't contend with this Daoist, the other party wouldn't have an easy time either.

After Pan Shi fell to the ground, both Yang An and Pan Yu, who were watching from the side, and the Daoist who had just heavily injured Pan Shi, were all astonished to discover that the twisted, sharp bone spurs on Pan Shi's hands had all snapped off at their roots and disappeared without a trace.

The Daoist realized something and slowly lowered his head.

He saw that a bright red bone spur had been inserted into his abdomen at some unknown time!

"Hehehehe…"

While spitting blood, Pan Shi suddenly laughed, and his gaze instinctively turned towards Yang An.

Fellow Daoist Yang, I'm counting on you!

Counting on you for what?!

As if understanding the message conveyed by Pan Shi's eyes, Yang An suddenly looked at the Daoist, whose expression had changed for the worse. He seemed to be completely enraged.

Yang An felt all the hairs on his body stand on end at that moment.