Heating the Wok

"Cut!"

After sending Jiang Dao flying with a palm strike, the woman in the white dress, her eyes dark and soulless, let out a sharp cry.

Chiiii!

Dozens of bizarre black tendrils instantly materialized in the air, weaving and dancing, rapidly entangling Jiang Dao's recoiling body. Each black tendril was as strong as the sturdiest steel wire, utterly unbreakable.

Puff puff puff!

These black tendrils ensnared Jiang Dao's body, tightening around him. Even with the Iron Shirt and Golden Bell Protection techniques fused into his defense, his skin instantly split open, spilling blood.

Jiang Dao roared, unleashing all his strength. The internal energy from his 240 years of Life Nurturing Art was no longer held back, spreading to every limb and organ in an instant, causing his power to surge by a significant margin.

This potent internal energy even seeped through his pores, forming a shield on his body as thin as a cicada's wing.

The shield was tough and resilient, completely blocking all the black tendrils.

BOOM!

Jiang Dao vibrated violently, shattering all the encroaching black threads in an instant.

The moment he broke free, the woman in the white dress shrieked again, her speed reaching an extreme as she lunged at Jiang Dao once more.

Bang bang bang!

She moved with lightning speed, striking Jiang Dao rapidly.

For a short period, Jiang Dao had no power to resist, completely unable to track the woman.

Her speed was too great, as if she were a completely different person from before.

Jiang Dao chose to endure the assault with the thin membrane of the Life Nurturing Art while rapidly retreating, searching for an opening.

During this process, his internal energy was being depleted at an alarming rate.

It was like mountains and rivers drying up, the consumption exceeding all imagination.

The woman in the white dress suddenly thrust out a palm, aiming for the center of Jiang Dao's back. Her resilient claws pierced through the protective shield on Jiang Dao's body, tearing into his flesh and reaching for his heart.

But Jiang Dao's muscles suddenly contracted, as hard as diamond and profound iron, clamping down on the woman's palm and preventing it from penetrating further.

"Got you!"

Jiang Dao's voice was terrifying. His massive body spun around, his fingers like hooks.

Splat!

The woman in the white dress was grabbed by the forehead, letting out a piercing scream. She tried to pull her hand free, but found Jiang Dao's muscles incredibly tough, making it difficult to dislodge her palm quickly.

Jiang Dao's fingers tightened, his Eagle Claw Art unleashed to its maximum.

CRUNCH!

The woman in the white dress screamed again, her skull caving in and cracking under the pressure. Smoke began to rise from the top of her head.

Her eyes filled with malice, and she suddenly swung her other palm, clawing viciously at Jiang Dao's body.

Jiang Dao turned, his one hand firmly gripping her head, while his other hand unleashed the Wind Thunder Poison Sand Palm, striking her body again and again.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

His Wind Thunder Poison Sand Palm was only at the thirty-year level, so not every palm strike produced lightning flames. However, even so, each blow landed with terrifying force.

The two bodies moved like ferocious beasts.

Finally, the woman in the white dress yanked her hand free from Jiang Dao's muscles, flying backward and crashing heavily into the distance.

Jiang Dao staggered, bloodied, and retreated two steps, his eyes cold as he looked at the woman.

The woman in the white dress was tattered and mangled, a horrific sight. Multiple areas of her body were pierced through, with black blood flowing out and melting away, unable to heal.

These were all the results of Jiang Dao's Wind Thunder Poison Sand Palm.

Her body swayed precariously, her face contorted in shock. Smoke continuously billowed from her body as she stared intently at Jiang Dao.

"You're not human?"

Her voice was sharp.

"Weren't you trying to kill me? Heh heh, trying to eat me? With just this much strength, you're not even worthy of licking my boots, hahahaha..."

Jiang Dao's terrifying muscles rippled as he let out a wild laugh.

He was deliberately provoking her with his words, intending to kill her completely here.

Her speed was bizarre, and even injured, if she decided to escape, he would definitely not be able to catch her.

Therefore, he had to find a way to keep her here.

As expected!

After Jiang Dao spoke, the woman in the white dress's expression became even more distorted. A red light flashed in her single eye as she stared intently at Jiang Dao, then let out a piercing scream and lunged at him with incredible speed.

Jiang Dao roared, "Blade!"

The onlookers in the distance were shaken.

Guo Dutian reacted swiftly, quickly tossing a steel saber.

The woman in the white dress suddenly looked at the steel knife, her terrifying speed allowing her to instantly cross the distance and grab for it.

However, just as she grasped the steel knife, Jiang Dao's body suddenly appeared behind her, exuding a terrifying aura. With two massive palms, he slammed them hard towards the woman's head.

It was like swatting a fly.

BOOM!

The sound was terrifying, the air exploding.

The woman in the white dress let out a piercing scream, blood gushing from all seven orifices, an unspeakably tragic sight.

The steel knife she held also slipped from her grasp.

After his strike, Jiang Dao grabbed the woman's long hair with one hand and snatched the steel knife with the other, his muscles and blood vessels surfacing all over his body. He condensed all his strength to the extreme and roared:

"Godslayer Slash!"

SWISH!

A strange aura instantly enveloped the steel knife, tearing through the air with terrifying power, as if breaking through spatial limitations, and fiercely swept towards the woman's neck.

PUFF!

The terrifying blade instantly sliced through.

It felt like cutting through tough leather, eliciting a shrill cry from the woman.

Her head was once again severed by Jiang Dao's sweep. With a forceful pull of his fingers, he ripped her head off again.

THUD!

Jiang Dao kicked the headless corpse away, sending it crashing into the distance. It twitched with difficulty, black blood flowing from its neck, and soon became still.

But Jiang Dao dared not relax in the slightest, staring intently at the head clutched in his palm.

This woman had just had her head bitten off and had reassembled it.

This time, regardless of whether she could revive again, he would not give her any more chances.

"Playing dead, huh? Whether you're truly dead or just pretending, I'll ensure you never find peace!"

Jiang Dao's voice was ice-cold. He suddenly turned to Guo Dutian and said, "Go prepare a large pot, fill it with butter, and heat it with a fierce fire until it boils!"

"Yes, Hall Master!"

Guo Dutian and the others were all greatly shocked and quickly nodded.

They rushed out.

Before long, a large fire was burning in the courtyard, a large pot set up. The hot oil within was boiling fiercely, bubbling and gurgling, emitting large bubbles.

Jiang Dao, with a cruel smile, looked at the motionless woman's head in his hand and said, "I'll throw you into the boiling oil and see if you can still live, hehehe..."

The woman's eyes suddenly snapped open, letting out a sharp shriek.

But Jiang Dao directly threw her head in.

PLOP!

"Ah..."

The woman's head let out a piercing scream in the boiling oil, bobbing and struggling wildly within the pot. The oil bubbled and gurgled, and her entire skin quickly turned golden brown and crispy.

Everyone watched this terrifying scene in absolute horror.

The woman in the white dress did not last long. Her screams, shrill and agonizing in the boiling oil, continued for over a minute before she completely stopped reacting.

The fierce flames raged on, relentlessly boiling the oil.

The entire pot of oil was fiercely simmered.

It burned for an entire night.

Jiang Dao watched it all coldly.

As dawn broke, Jiang Dao's body swayed, and he could no longer hold on, collapsing to the ground. His face was deathly pale, and he gasped for air.

The muscles that had been tensed throughout his body instantly began to shrink, quickly returning to normal. An unbearable pain coursed through him, accompanied by a chilling aura.

This was the result of circulating the Life Nurturing Art all night; otherwise, his injuries would have been far more severe.

"Hall Master, Hall Master, how are you?"

Guo Dutian, Du Feng, and the others were shocked and quickly rushed forward, helping Jiang Dao up.

"Go into the pot and try to fish her out. See if she's dead!"

Jiang Dao said in a low voice.

Soon, a few of them, emboldened, fetched tools and began to reach into the oil pot.