The Emperor's Fist

"Die!"

Hidden in the shadows, the Dragon Transformation Realm cultivator gripped a pitch-black dagger, lunging toward Fang Yang's back with lightning speed.

The blade was razor-sharp.

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

The Mysterious Yellow Cauldron belongs to those with the virtue to possess it.

He would gladly accept it.

In the blink of an eye.

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

Snap!

The dagger shattered.

This life-bound magical treasure, which the Dragon Transformation Realm cultivator had refined day and night and treated as half his own life, was snapped in two just like that.

It was as fragile as a piece of wood.

"No!!!"

The Dragon Transformation Realm cultivator reacted belatedly; before the cruel smile could fade from his face, a blood-curdling shriek erupted from his throat.

"Stop wailing like a ghost. It's just a dagger, isn't it?"

"Have it back!"

Fang Yang looked on with disdain. He twisted his fingers, flicking the tip of the dagger back. It traced a black arc, aiming for the Dragon Transformation Realm cultivator's head at several times its original speed.

Sshh!

Blood sprayed.

The Dragon Transformation Realm cultivator jerked his head, narrowly dodging the fatal blow, but paid the price with his right ear.

Shock and rage filled his eyes, but as a Dragon Transformation Realm cultivator, he was no weakling. He immediately exploited the close proximity, taking a long stride to close the distance and engage Fang Yang in hand-to-hand combat.

Six punches in one second!

Having opened the Dragon Transformation secret realm, the cultivator had forged his spine into a great dragon, channeling the qi and blood of his entire body into fists fueled by fury.

A flurry of punches rained down, all landing squarely on Fang Yang's chest.

However, to the Dragon Transformation Realm cultivator's astonishment, the lucky Four Extremities Realm cultivator opposite him acted as if nothing had happened, even flashing him a smile.

"Is that it?"

Fang Yang felt the physical force of the Dragon Transformation Realm cultivator's blows. Realizing his qi and blood were only slightly agitated and he had suffered no real damage, he grinned.

My turn.

His fist, tempered by the Great Completion Tyrant Blood, was powerful and vigorous. With pure physical strength, it stirred up a terrifying shockwave, sending dust and gravel flying.

One punch, and the man vomited blood.

Two punches, and his chest was shattered.

Three punches, and his internal organs were displaced.

Three punches to kill!

[Killed Dragon Transformation Realm cultivator, Fate +600]

Fang Yang withdrew his fist, looking at the mangled corpse of the Dragon Transformation Realm cultivator, his gaze shifting from disgust to appreciation.

This wasn't just a Dragon Transformation Realm cultivator.

This was 600 points of living Fate!

He scanned the battlefield, wearing the simple, honest smile of a farmer during the autumn harvest.

There were many bandits in the field.

It was the perfect place to stretch his limbs.

Fang Yang's bones cracked and popped, and like a ferocious wild beast, he charged toward the center of the battlefield.

There, two Dragon Transformation Realm cultivators were locked in combat.

As for the Mysterious Yellow Cauldron, with his divine sense, which rivaled that of an Immortal Platform Realm cultivator, splitting off a portion of his mind to control it while he mowed down the enemies was no problem at all.

Gulp.

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

Yao Xi's face was etched with disbelief, clearly having witnessed Fang Yang brutally pummel a Dragon Transformation Realm cultivator to death just moments ago.

For geniuses like them, killing a Dragon Transformation Realm cultivator while in the Four Extremities Realm was neither incomprehensible nor particularly noteworthy.

But Fang Yang had crushed a Dragon Transformation Realm cultivator using nothing but his physical body.

Is this really a mortal body?

He must be on some kind of drug!

"Are you certain he is truly a mortal body, and not some divine or kingly physique?"

"He is as ferocious as a wild beast..."

Yao Xi felt that if she were to cross paths with him, she would likely have to rely on the Primordial Sacred Light Art or use magical artifacts to maintain distance, avoiding any close-quarters combat with Fang Yang.

How could a mere mortal's physical body be this strong?

"Who knows?"

Weiwei did not pay much attention to Yao Xi's words. After a casual reply, she fixed her gaze on the Mysterious Yellow Cauldron approaching her.

The power of the Mysterious Yellow Cauldron was peerless.

Cultivators in the Dao Palace Secret Realm and Four Extremities Realm could not inflict even the slightest damage upon it. The bandits could only watch helplessly as this lethal weapon crushed their companions, forcing them to flee in disarray.

Mysterious Yellow Qi permeated the air, cascading down over Weiwei's head to create an impenetrable defense.

The corners of Weiwei's mouth curled upward.

Following this, she coordinated her attacks with the Mysterious Yellow Cauldron, moving through the crowd of Dao Palace and Four Extremities cultivators as if walking through an empty field. The killing speed of the Mysterious Yellow Cauldron increased significantly.

"Junior Sister, wait for me! I haven't gotten in yet!"

Yao Xi called out loudly from behind her.

Weiwei frowned slightly at the sound, but she still used her magical artifact to part the Mysterious Yellow Qi from within, revealing a gap large enough for one person to pass through.

Yao Xi reacted quickly, her lotus steps dancing through the void as she slipped into the Mysterious Yellow Cauldron.

The two women exchanged no further words, working in tacit coordination to wield the Mysterious Yellow Cauldron. Wherever they went, no one could stand against them; they either died or fled.

Fang Yang had just squeezed into the fray, and upon noticing the two women joining forces with the Mysterious Yellow Cauldron, a smile appeared on his face.

These two tools were quite useful. With their cooperation, his rate of accumulating destiny points had increased by nearly half.

"You're courting death!"

"Junior Brother, watch out!"

The two Dragon Transformation Realm cultivators were locked in intense combat, and seeing Fang Yang join the fray, they each spoke up.

A Brass Pagoda was thrown out, growing in size as it met the wind.

The Dragon Transformation bandit had the slight upper hand and, finding a moment to spare, brought out this artifact to deal with this meddlesome fellow.

He was fully focused and had not noticed the scene where Fang Yang crushed a Dragon Transformation artifact with his bare hands; otherwise, he would not have been so arrogant.

The Brass Pagoda shone with a golden light, and under the impetus of the Dragon Transformation cultivator, it crashed forward like a mountain.

Fang Yang did not dodge or evade; instead, he charged straight at it.

A pair of bare fists collided with the body of the Brass Pagoda.

Under the astonished gazes of the two Dragon Transformation cultivators:

A corner of the Brass Pagoda had actually been dented by the punch of a Four Extremities Realm cultivator!

"It's quite hard, at least."

Fang Yang shook his hand, which had been numbed by the impact, and remarked.

The material of this Brass Pagoda was not much better than the dagger he had snapped earlier, but its heavy build and clearly superior inscriptions made it difficult for him to crush it in one go using only his physical body.

"Time to change tactics."

Fang Yang had only wanted to test the extent of his body, tempered by the Great Completion Tyrant Blood, and had no intention of relying solely on his fists to fight.

Immediately, his eyes transformed into great suns. His blood surged, his divine power burned, and the five deities within his Dao Palace chanted prayers, manifesting wisps of solar energy as he threw a punch forward.

Sun Emperor Fist!

A great sun suddenly rose, and infinite light and heat enveloped a hundred miles, visible even from a thousand miles away.

Unlike Fang Yang's Mysterious Yellow Cauldron, which had only attracted the attention of some low-level cultivators, the moment the Sun Emperor Fist appeared, even the high and mighty cultivators of the Immortal Platform Realm diverted their focus to glance this way.

Those with shallower cultivation were so shaken that they forgot to defend against their enemies, resulting in over a hundred casualties.

If the onlookers were like this, the Dragon Transformation bandit targeted by the Sun Emperor Fist was naturally even more desperate. Facing a cultivator a full major realm below him, he actually felt a sense of resignation, as if death were the only outcome.

He could not escape.

He could not block it.

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

Because that opponent had long since seized the chance to vanish without a trace.