Emperor Fist

"Die!"

Hidden in the dark, a Dragon Transformation cultivator gripped a pitch-black dagger and stabbed at Fang Yang's back with lightning speed.

The dagger was razor-sharp.

A cruel smile spread across the Dragon Transformation cultivator's face.

The Mysterious Yellow Cauldron belonged to the worthy.

He'd gladly take it off their hands.

In the blink of an eye,

Fang Yang turned, reached out, and caught the dagger between his index and middle fingers.

Crack!

The dagger snapped.

This life-bound treasure, which the Dragon Transformation cultivator had refined day and night and cherished as half his life, had been snapped between Fang Yang's fingers just like that.

It was as fragile as a piece of wood.

"No!!!"

The Dragon Transformation cultivator was slow to realize what had happened. The cruel smile had yet to fade from his face when a bloodcurdling scream tore from his mouth.

"Why are you wailing like a ghost? It's just a dagger."

"Here!"

Fang Yang looked disgusted. He twisted his index and middle fingers and flicked the dagger's tip back at the man. It traced a black arc through the air, hurtling toward the Dragon Transformation cultivator's head at several times its original speed.

Shhk!

Blood sprayed.

The Dragon Transformation cultivator jerked his head aside, dodging the fatal blow, but paid for it with his right ear.

His eyes flashed with shock and fury. But no Dragon Transformation cultivator was a pushover. He immediately capitalized on his close-range advantage, covering the ground in a single stride as he closed in on Fang Yang for hand-to-hand combat.

Six punches a second!

The Dragon Transformation cultivator had opened the Dragon Transformation Secret Realm, refining his spine into a great dragon that channeled his blood and vital force throughout his body. He unleashed a furious barrage of punches.

Fist shadows came one after another, all landing on Fang Yang's chest.

Yet to the Dragon Transformation cultivator's astonishment, the lucky Four Extremities cultivator before him looked completely unharmed. He even smiled at him.

"That all you've got?"

Fang Yang felt the force of the Dragon Transformation cultivator's blows and realized that his blood and vital force had only stirred slightly. He'd suffered no real injury. A grin spread across his face.

My turn.

His Great Completion Tyrant Blood-tempered fists were powerful and forceful. Their sheer physical might stirred up terrifying shock waves, sending dust and gravel flying.

One punch, and blood spewed from the man's mouth.

Two punches, and a hole gaped in his chest.

Three punches, and his organs shifted out of place.

Three punches to kill!

[Dragon Transformation cultivator slain. Fate Points +600]

Fang Yang drew back his fist and looked at the Dragon Transformation cultivator's mangled body. The disgust in his eyes gave way to appreciation.

This wasn't a Dragon Transformation cultivator.

This was a walking 600 Fate Points!

He swept his gaze across the battlefield, a humble smile on his face like a farmer admiring his autumn harvest.

The battlefield teemed with bandits.

It was the perfect place to let loose.

Fang Yang's bones and tendons rang as he charged toward the center of the battlefield like a ferocious beast.

There, two Dragon Transformation cultivators were locked in combat.

As for the Mysterious Yellow Cauldron, his spiritual sense rivaled that of an Immortal Platform cultivator. Splitting off some of his thoughts to control it while he reaped the enemy was no problem at all.

"Gulp."

"Weiwei, is that your junior brother Fang Yang?"

Yao Xi stared in disbelief. Clearly, she'd just witnessed Fang Yang beat a Dragon Transformation cultivator to death with his bare hands.

For prodigies like them, killing a Dragon Transformation cultivator while in the Four Extremities Realm wasn't hard to understand, nor was it especially noteworthy.

But Fang Yang had done it with nothing but his physical strength.

Was he really a Mortal Body?

Had he taken some kind of pill?

"Are you sure he's really a Mortal Body, and not some special physique like a Divine Body or Wang Physique?"

"He's as savage as a beast..."

Yao Xi felt that if she fought him, she'd probably have to rely on the Primordial Sacred Light Art or a magic weapon to keep her distance and avoid letting Fang Yang get close enough to engage her in hand-to-hand combat.

How could a mere Mortal Body be so strong?

"Who knows?"

Weiwei hadn't been paying attention to Yao Xi. She gave a casual reply, then fixed her gaze on the Mysterious Yellow Cauldron drawing near.

The Mysterious Yellow Cauldron's power was unmatched.

Four Extremities and Dao Palace Realm cultivators couldn't inflict even the slightest damage on it. The bandits could only watch helplessly as the deadly weapon struck down their companions, scattering them in a panicked retreat.

Mysterious Yellow Qi billowed around Weiwei and settled above her head, forming an indestructible defense.

A slight smile curved Weiwei's lips.

She immediately joined forces with the Mysterious Yellow Cauldron. Together, they swept through the Dao Palace and Four Extremities cultivators as if no one stood in their way, and the cauldron's killing grew even faster.

"Junior sister, wait for me! I haven't gotten inside yet!"

Yao Xi called loudly after her.

Weiwei heard her and furrowed her brows, but she still used the magic weapon in her hand to part the Mysterious Yellow Qi from within, opening a gap wide enough for one person to pass through.

Yao Xi reacted quickly, stepping through the air and slipping inside the Mysterious Yellow Cauldron.

The two women exchanged few words, working in perfect sync with the cauldron as they cut down their enemies. No one could stand against them; the bandits either died or fled.

Fang Yang had just forced his way into the fray. When he saw the Mysterious Yellow Cauldron join up with Weiwei and Yao Xi, a faint smile appeared on his face.

His two helpers were extremely useful. With them backing him up, he was earning Fate Points nearly half again as fast.

"Courting death!"

"Junior brother, be careful!"

The two Dragon Transformation cultivators were locked in fierce combat. When they saw Fang Yang enter the fray, each called out.

A Brass Pagoda was hurled out, growing larger as it rode the wind.

The Dragon Transformation bandit had gained a slight advantage. He took the opportunity to produce this magic weapon, intending to deal with the nuisance.

He was completely focused and hadn't noticed Fang Yang crush a Dragon Transformation magic weapon with his bare hands. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been so reckless.

The Brass Pagoda gleamed golden yellow. Urged on by the Dragon Transformation cultivator, it hurtled forward like a mountain.

Fang Yang neither dodged nor retreated. Instead, he charged straight at it.

His bare fists slammed into the pagoda's body.

Under the two Dragon Transformation cultivators' astonished gazes,

one corner of the Brass Pagoda had actually been bent by the fist of a Four Extremities cultivator!

"Pretty solid."

Fang Yang shook his hand, which had gone slightly numb from the impact, and remarked,

The Brass Pagoda's material wasn't much better than the dagger he'd snapped earlier. But its weight, combined with the clearly superior refinement of its seals,

made it difficult for him to shatter with a single blow using only his body.

"I'll have to try another approach."

Fang Yang had only wanted to test how strong his Great Completion Tyrant Blood-tempered body was. He'd never insisted on using his bare fists against every enemy.

Then his eyes became suns. His blood and vital force surged, his divine power burned, and the five deities within his Dao Palace chanted prayers, giving rise to wisps of solar power. He thrust a fist forward.

Sun Emperor Fist!

A blazing sun abruptly rose. Boundless light and heat engulfed the land for a hundred miles, visible even a thousand miles away.

Unlike the Mysterious Yellow Cauldron, which had only attracted the attention of a few low-level cultivators,

the moment the Sun Emperor Fist appeared, even the lofty Immortal Platform cultivators cast their attention this way.

The less experienced cultivators were even more shaken. They forgot to defend against their enemies' attacks, and over a hundred of them were injured or killed as a result.

The onlookers were affected that badly.

The Dragon Transformation bandit locked onto by the Sun Emperor Fist was naturally even more desperate. Faced with a cultivator a whole major realm below him, he found himself thinking that he might as well die.

He couldn't escape.

He couldn't block it.

The Dragon Transformation bandit struggled as he unleashed all four weapons he'd refined in the Wheel Sea Secret Realm, no longer bothering to defend against the Yaoguang cultivator opposite him.

Because his opponent had already taken the chance to run off without a trace.