Fellow Daoist Yang, Please!

The distance between them had not been great to begin with. In almost the blink of an eye, Pan Shi had rushed before the Daoist.

His right fist clenched and shot upward. The flesh of that arm began to tremble violently, suddenly swelling several degrees, before he threw a punch at the Daoist.

Pan Shi was a disciple of True Man Rou Shu of Three Pine Mountain. The cultivation art he practiced was the renowned "The Scripture of Flesh Body Manifestation." Its core lay in freely controlling the flesh and blood throughout one's body and mobilizing the strength of every part. Once mastered, it could even allow one's physical body to withstand the mighty power of heaven and earth.

Though Pan Shi's strike at the Daoist appeared ordinary, it had gathered the strength of his entire body into that single fist. If there had been a stone the size of a grown man before him, that punch would have smashed it to pieces.

Yet faced with Pan Shi's fierce incoming punch, the Daoist remained unhurried and utterly calm.

He let out a strange chuckle, then raised the stick in his hand, which looked as though it had been whittled from a branch, and simply jabbed it straight at Pan Shi.

In Pan Shi's eyes, the stick came slowly, even slower than his own punch.

Yet for some reason, in but an instant, the stick moved at an unimaginable speed and struck his soft ribs before his fist could land.

Hiss!

Pan Shi's face immediately twisted in pain. The force gathered in his hand was shattered in an instant, and with all strength drained from him, he flew backward several meters and crashed into a tree.

"Hehehe, kid, with your False Eater Realm cultivation, you're no match for this Daoist master. Didn't your sect teach you to know your own limits?"

With nothing more than a simple jab, the Daoist had broken Pan Shi's attack. He gave a bizarre laugh and mocked him.

After hearing those words, Pan Shi climbed back to his feet, but his expression had turned exceedingly ugly.

Origin Feeder Realm!

This Daoist before him was actually an Origin Feeder Realm cultivator!

If they had been of equal cultivation, there was absolutely no way the other man could have counterattacked so easily.

Those who cultivated The Scripture of Flesh Body Manifestation possessed near-combat capabilities that were unquestionably among the best. At the same realm, they might not be invincible, but they were still extremely formidable, more than capable of suppressing most cultivators of the same level.

But the strength this man had displayed was far beyond anything the False Eater Realm could compare to. The only explanation was the Origin Feeder Realm above the False Eater Realm!

This was going to be troublesome!

Pan Shi rubbed the soft ribs that had just been struck, feeling half his body sink into numbness. He subconsciously glanced at Yang An, who stood beside his junior sister.

Fellow Daoist Yang was also in the Origin Feeder Realm. He would probably have to ask Fellow Daoist Yang to act later. This Daoist was certainly not someone he could handle alone.

But as a cultivator, Pan Shi did not want to be looked down upon either. No matter what, he could not bring disgrace upon his sect.

If he asked Fellow Daoist Yang to intervene too early, then even if Yang An did not think less of him afterward, the gap in status between them would unconsciously widen. If they encountered any trouble again, it would be difficult to strike up a friendship.

They had not even reached the Xi Yue River yet. They were merely on the road there. Who knew what they might encounter at the Communal Feast Convention? It might even be more troublesome than this.

But for now, he had to settle the matter before him before he could worry about what came after.

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

The muscles across his entire body bulged. Every inch of his flesh trembled violently, and veins stood out.

In an instant, he uprooted the thigh-thick tree. Its roots snapped one after another as he swung it fiercely at the Daoist. If an ordinary person were struck by that blow, they would likely become a puddle of mangled flesh on the spot.

Yet faced with that crushing, overwhelming strike, the Daoist neither dodged nor evaded. He simply raised the stick in his hand once more.

Compared to the thick trunk, that stick was like a slender needle. The difference between them was like clouds and mud.

But when the tip of the stick suddenly touched the oncoming trunk, an invisible force erupted, tearing apart everything that came into contact with its tip.

Riiip!

Immediately, the smashing trunk was like a body ripped open, shattering into countless fragments.

As for the Daoist, he had borne only a small portion of the force. He took two steps back, yet remained completely unharmed.

Watching the two fight, Yang An and Pan Yu both felt their hearts leap into their throats. The strength the Daoist displayed weighed heavily upon them.

This Daoist was too strong!

Pan Shi was being utterly crushed, with no ability to fight back at all.

Yang An could not help worrying inwardly. If Pan Shi were defeated later, how were he and Pan Yu alone supposed to deal with this Daoist?

Run? Or surrender?

Neither seemed like a particularly good choice.

On the other side, though Pan Shi had mentally prepared himself, he had still not expected this Daoist to be so powerful. The tree trunk in his arms had now been reduced to nothing but a stump, which he hurled at the Daoist with all his strength.

No matter what, he had to give it everything he had until he had nowhere left to go before asking Fellow Daoist Yang to act.

Otherwise, if he himself did not give his all, why would anyone else give their all to help him?

These methods were useless against the Daoist. Now, he had no choice but to reveal his killing move.

Using the moment when he hurled out the stump, Pan Shi bit hard through the tip of his tongue and sprayed a mouthful of blood onto his hands.

The blood he spat out was not much, but when it landed on his hands, it became droplets of blood.

Even stranger, the moment those scarlet droplets touched the skin of Pan Shi's hands, they became like living things—like tiny wriggling worms burrowing in through his pores.

Riiip!

Then came the sound of flesh tearing apart, followed by twisted scarlet bone spikes bursting from Pan Shi's hands.

The bone spikes were sharp, their tips dotted with tiny holes. Each spike contained a blood poison. So long as they could wound the opponent, even if they could not inflict serious injury, they could still suppress the opponent's strength.

This was Pan Shi's trump card.

Though there was a vast gap in strength between them—a whole major realm—Pan Shi still had great confidence in his trump card.

He dashed toward the Daoist once more. This time, he was even faster than before, rushing behind the Daoist in almost the blink of an eye.

Having learned his lesson, he used the moment when the Daoist shattered the stump with a single strike to circle behind him, no longer attacking from the front.

The Daoist reacted swiftly as well. Almost the instant Pan Shi appeared, he turned around, while the stick in his hand pointed at Pan Shi again.

Bang!

This time, the stick in his hand actually exploded with a sharp report, and a yellow wind shot from its tip.

That yellow wind carried an immense impact, along with a dense stench so foul it was unbearable.

The next moment, Pan Shi was sent flying backward again and slammed heavily onto the ground. He spat out a mouthful of old blood, and when that foul stench hit him full in the face, his consciousness turned muddled in an instant.

Yet at this moment, a faint smile appeared on Pan Shi's face.

He had done his best!

Though he could not contend against this Daoist, the other man would not get off easily either.

Once Pan Shi had fallen to the ground, Yang An and Pan Yu, who had been watching nearby, as well as the Daoist who had just severely injured Pan Shi, all discovered in astonishment that the twisted, sharp bone spikes on Pan Shi's hands had snapped off at their roots and vanished without a trace.

The Daoist seemed to realize something and slowly lowered his head.

A scarlet bone spike had somehow been driven into his abdomen!

"Hehehe..."

Pan Shi suddenly laughed as he coughed up blood, his gaze unconsciously turning toward Yang An.

Fellow Daoist Yang, please!

Like hell!!

As though he had understood the message in Pan Shi's eyes, Yang An abruptly looked toward the Daoist, whose expression had already changed. He seemed to have been utterly enraged.

In that instant, Yang An felt every hair on his body stand on end.