Thunder Hammer Kill!

Several days passed in succession.

The vast Outer Sect seemed to have ground to a halt.

The snow had fallen for three days and three nights without stopping. The weather was unbearably cold, and even the boundless Black River had frozen several zhang deep.

Heavy snow sealed the mountains, while lightning flashed and thunder roared!

Boom!

The cold wave that night was even more ferocious. Thick bolts of lightning tore across the sky, while snowflakes poured down like an overturned ocean, as if intent on burying the vast rivers and mountains.

In the bitter cold, a ferocious bird seemed to flap its wings in the rear mountains. A figure shot up from the ground, stirring up wind that ripped like blades and shattering great swaths of snowflakes.

Chen Fusheng's pupils were razor-sharp. He leaped and vaulted again and again, moving like an Eagle Strikes the Sky, with the momentum of thunder in motion.

Ferocious Bird Flapping Wings Diagram!

For three days straight, he had drunk five bowls of Fish Treasure Soup and immersed himself all day in hellish, brutal training.

At present, relying on his tyrannical physique, he could spring upward with every leap, supporting his body as it soared. He could even spin through the air, his movements fluid and carefree.

Boom!

When his feet finally touched the ground, layers of snow exploded outward. His arms suddenly wrapped around a large tree, his waist and hips moving as one. Energy surged through him, and every great tendon across his body bulged.

"Get up!"

Chen Fusheng let out a low roar. His feet stamped down like an elephant's, his waist arched, and his arms stretched across the sky. With a tremendous boom, he yanked the tree out by its roots, then lifted it high and crushed it in midair!

Brutal!

Even Chen Fusheng felt that he was as brutal as an armored beast.

This was Horned Elephant Snout Swing!

His arms were like elephant trunks, whipping out and leaving layers of afterimages. It was an offensive technique.

At present, he had already dabbled in two beast-based engraved diagrams.

Chen Fusheng's cultivation had already reached the sixth heavenly layer. His formerly thin body had become tall and powerfully built, and his face carried a heroic air. He was no longer the same person.

"These medicinal effects are like the Essence of the Sun, causing my Life Essence Blood to expand several times over. If this continues, won't my Life Essence Blood eventually erupt like a vast, surging tide?"

Chen Fusheng did not even know how tough his body had become. In short, his flesh was like steel, his sinews and bones like jade, and his body-forging method seemed to have reached its limit.

He understood that the focus of his cultivation would next have to shift to his internal organs!

Chen Fusheng suddenly fell silent where he stood. His legs were like pillars, his entire body steady from top to bottom, making him look as though he had mastered some extraordinary stance-training technique.

The wind and snow were simply too heavy at the moment, interfering with his martial practice.

He stood in a stance where he was, sealing every pore across his body. Under the stimulation of the bitter cold, his blood circulation quickened as he used internal refinement to absorb the medicinal power within him.

This was no stance-training technique. This was Horse Tramples the Sky!

He stood in the wind and snow, suddenly growing somewhat drowsy. Then he closed his eyes and began snoring loudly.

Chen Fusheng fell asleep standing up, gaining the horse's talent for sleep.

Yet the vitality in his flesh continued moving. He cultivated in the posture of a fiery steed, circulating his energy, tempering his sinews, shaking his haunches, and stamping his hooves.

Still as a maiden, moving like thunder.

Even in his dreams, Chen Fusheng felt that his body stood proudly in the open sky, his feet as heavy as mountains and his aura deep and vigorous, concealed rather than released. He was storing strength for a forward stomp.

In the world of wind and snow, a black-robed figure swayed in the distance.

Teng Xiong was drunk as a lord when he reached the mountaintop and gazed at the boundless Black River.

"The wind and snow are this heavy, and my son still hasn't returned. Could he really have been killed?"

"No, how could that be!"

"Who would dare? Who would dare do such a thing?"

"My son Teng Lin is honest and dutiful. He has never provoked the Star Palace's experts. Which Outer Sect Disciple would dare kill my son?"

Teng Xiong let out a shrill growl. Waves of energy erupted from his pores, sending large swaths of snow flying backward. A hazy, terrifying fiendish tiger also seemed to envelop his body.

Teng Xiong had three sons, but only Teng Lin possessed the talent for cultivation.

Given Teng Xiong's current age, he had no hope of reaching the fourth heavenly layer of the Other Shore Realm in this lifetime. His greatest wish had been to nurture Teng Lin into the Divine Wandering Realm, yet after three days of blizzards, there was still no sign of him.

Even the brothels in Tian Yuan City had closed for business. Teng Lin was probably... gone!

"I'm not willing to accept this!"

Teng Xiong let out a beastlike, frenzied roar, venting the rage and grief pent up in his heart.

"Teng Xiong!"

Chen Fusheng was jolted awake by the sound. He had stood motionless for half an hour and was already covered in snow, forming a little snow mountain over his body.

With his current vision, he could see the distant scene even through the accumulated snow.

"Hm?"

Teng Xiong keenly sensed something. He coldly swept his gaze across the area where Chen Fusheng was, but found nothing amiss.

Chen Fusheng instantly went still again, then heard Teng Xiong's roar once more.

His pupils abruptly opened, flowing with a faint golden radiance. He stared at Teng Xiong, his clenched fists making his entire body seem ready to soar into the sky.

"Who?"

Teng Xiong suddenly turned and charged over, investigating the area.

Wrapped in the snowy mountain, Chen Fusheng could sense Teng Xiong's condition, like a vicious beast prowling nearby.

He held his breath and controlled the flow of his blood until even his heart seemed to stop working.

"Could it be my son's resentful spirit calling to me, trying to tell me something?"

Teng Xiong found nothing unusual here. He sat down with his back against a small hillock, and the more he thought about it, the more crazed he became, already teetering on the edge of a mental collapse.

Kill! Kill!

Deep within his heart, a roar surged. He was ready to beat every enemy of himself and Teng Lin to death!

And then there was Chen Fusheng. He had only just begun cultivating, yet he already knew Mu Zhen? He must have some tricks up his sleeve. Teng Lin's death was eighty percent likely to be connected to him!

"Boom!"

A thunderclap that shook the heavens suddenly rang out!

The snowflakes between heaven and earth exploded apart. Blazing lightning pierced through the sky and earth like a thunder hammer striking down, and a vast mass of lightning came crashing down.

Amid the enormous thunderclap, the little snow mountain behind Teng Xiong burst apart. A frost-covered figure shot into the sky, a fiery steed trampling the heavens as hoofbeats and thunder rolled down together.

"Hm?"

Teng Xiong sobered instantly from the alcohol. Just as he was about to roll over and rise, terrifying force smashed into the crown of his skull, driving his entire body into the earth like a nail.

Horse Tramples the Sky—Horse Tramples Teng Xiong!

Pfft!

A great sheet of scalding blood splattered out!

"Roar..."

Teng Xiong let out a furious roar. Energy from his sea of qi erupted violently, overturning the Frozen Soil, and his bloodied body was sent flying.

"Who? Who is it!"

Teng Xiong's eyes nearly split apart. His head had almost been smashed into mush, his entire face twisted out of shape. Blood sprayed from his eyes in particular, obstructing his vision.

He gripped a black saber and roared. Radiant energy shot from his sea of qi, and his aura remained formidable.

Where was the ferocious beast?

"Come out! Come out!"

Teng Xiong raised his saber and roared. Layer upon layer of Frozen Soil cracked from the force, and the ground within a hundred zhang began to sink, yet he still could not find any trace of the assailant.

"Crack, crack!"

Suddenly, the Frozen Soil split apart in every direction.

A gale surged into the air!

Chen Fusheng shot out like a spirit serpent. His limbs wound around Teng Xiong's legs, twisting and binding upward until they reached his waist!

A spirit-serpent beast?

That was Teng Xiong's first instinct. He had probably encountered an attack by a fiery steed and a spirit serpent.

Just as he was about to swing his saber and cleave the spirit serpent apart, a piercing pain shot through both his arms.

"Crack!"

Chen Fusheng unleashed Horned Elephant Snout Swing. His flexible arms suddenly straightened, wrapping around both of Teng Xiong's arms. With a turn of his body, he lifted Teng Xiong and slammed him sideways onto the ground.

"Argh!"

Teng Xiong was in so much pain that he nearly lost consciousness. His crippled arms had also lost the strength to wield his saber, leaving him able only to wildly sweep his sea-of-qi energy in every direction.

Yet the shadow attacking him was like a ghost—sometimes a snake, sometimes an elephant, sometimes a crane... His instincts told him that he had encountered an attack by a savage wildman.

"Bastard!"

Teng Xiong's face was mangled beyond recognition. The energy from his sea of qi condensed into a phantom fiendish tiger that locked onto Chen Fusheng and pounced to kill.

"Roar..."

Chen Fusheng also let out a low howl. His sinews and bones opened and closed throughout his body as he vaulted more than twenty zhang into the air. With a rumble, he evaded the fiendish tiger's energy and launched himself fiercely toward Teng Xiong.

"It's you!"

When Teng Xiong saw the attacker's face clearly, he roared in shock and madness. "It's you! How could it be you? How could this be!"

"Boom!"

With Ferocious Tiger Pounces to Kill, Chen Fusheng slammed Teng Xiong flying. He pursued ruthlessly, advancing with Horse Tramples the Sky, his iron fists blazing a path as they hammered down one after another, pounding Teng Xiong until his entire body was riddled with bloody holes!