A Thousand Jin of Gravity

Each shot contained immense force, seemingly capable of destroying everything.

"Swish swish swish swish!"

Not to be outdone, the old man brandished his cane and unleashed the Yin Yang Sword Art.

In an instant, countless Sword-Ray flashed, crisscrossing and binding the spear like a spider web.

No matter how hard Su Zhan tried, he couldn't break free.

Su Zhan's face darkened, and the coldness in his eyes intensified.

Immediately, he took out a pill from his pocket and put it in his mouth.

Rumble...

A surge of powerful and vast True Essence erupted and poured into the spear.

The spear, which was originally bound by the Yin Yang Sword Art, suddenly swelled up, transforming into a pillar supporting the sky.

"Pfft!"

Su Zhan yanked his spear hard, sending the old man flying.

"Ah..."

The old man cried out in alarm and collapsed into a pool of blood, staring at Su Zhan with disbelief in his eyes.

How is that possible?

He was Peak Grandmaster Realm, yet he couldn't withstand even a single move from Su Zhan.

Moreover, the other party is only in their early twenties.

This is simply unbelievable!

Su Zhan sheathed his spear and strode forward.

His cold eyes swept over the old man. "Speak, who exactly are you, and why did you ambush me?"

"Heh heh... If you want to know the answer, come and trade your life for it!" the old man chuckled.

"Stubborn fool! Die!"

Su Zhan frowned, his killing intent radiating, and with a flick of his wrist, he once again conjured a spear, preparing to send the old man on his way.

"Careful!"

Just then, a cry of surprise rang out, and a young man rushed over and stood in front of the old man.

"Um?"

Su Zhan raised an eyebrow slightly.

"Roll!"

However, before he could react, the boy had already made a move.

"Bang--!"

A muffled thud was heard.

Two fingers gripped the tip of the spear like iron clamps, holding it firmly in place, preventing it from advancing even an inch.

"Click!"

Then, the boy suddenly raised his right foot and stomped down hard.

"Snap!"

The sound of bones cracking rang out clearly.

The old man's face changed drastically; he was in so much pain that he was sweating profusely and trembling all over.

"Ah..."

He screamed to the sky, his cries utterly heart-wrenching.

"Damn bastard! How dare you cripple my cultivation?"

Enraged, the old man roared, "I'll fight you to the death!"

After saying that, he formed a hand seal and struck Su Zhan hard.

"Hmph, just a death throes."

Su Zhan snorted coldly, not even blinking, and with a flick of his right palm, landed heavily on the other man's chest.

"Pfft!"

The old man coughed up blood, and his face instantly turned ashen white.

He staggered and swayed a few times before finally collapsing to his knees with a thud.

"You actually crippled my martial arts... cough cough..."

The old man gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with extreme resentment.

He devoted himself to honing his skills for hundreds of years, studying medicine day and night.

It was only with great difficulty that he reached the Peak Innate Realm.

Without martial arts skills to support him, he would eventually die of old age in his bed.

Now, all the wealth, status, honor, and women he painstakingly accumulated have vanished.

How could he accept that his life's efforts had come to nothing?

"Heh... Your martial arts skills are quite high. If I hadn't been seriously injured today, I probably wouldn't have been able to defeat you."

Su Zhan sneered, slowly stepped forward, and looked down at the other person.

"But don't forget, being highly skilled in martial arts doesn't mean everything; there are some people you can't afford to offend."

As soon as Su Zhan finished speaking, the old man's pupils shrank, and a strong sense of crisis rose in his heart.

"Bang!"

Su Zhan raised his foot and kicked him hard in the stomach.

"Pfft!"

The old man's body was hunched over, like a boiled shrimp.

Immediately afterwards, a mouthful of foul blood gushed out, splattering all over the ground.

"I told you, even though I've lost my martial arts skills, I'm still enough to kill you."

"You..."

The old man's eyes flashed with a fierce light as he glared menacingly at Su Zhan.

Suddenly, an idea popped into his head.

"I'll tell you a secret about that person, will you let me go?"

Upon hearing this, Su Zhan's expression softened slightly.

Are you trying to pull some tricks?

Su Zhan's tone was indifferent.

The old man chuckled, "How could I dare?"

"Then speak quickly."

"Yes."

The old man took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "It is said that that person possesses mysterious power and is incredibly strong."

"Is this the kind of power you're talking about?"

As he spoke, he reached out and tore off a piece of black cloth from his neck.

"Um?"

Su Zhan's pupils contracted.

"This... how is this possible?"

When Su Zhan saw what was on the black cloth, he was immediately taken aback.

Three strange patterns were carved on the black cloth.

At first glance, it looks like some kind of symbol, or perhaps some kind of Totem.

But upon closer inspection, one will find that they are not just simple symbols.

A hazy, ethereal figure faintly appeared around the Rune.

"This power is very strange."

In his mind, Ao Long Immortal Venerable pondered for a moment, then said, "This is the unique Secret Art of the Witch Clan, 'Witch Curse'!"

"Witch Curse?"

Su Zhan's eyes lit up. "Are you sure it's Witch Curse?"

Witchcraft is Secret Art unique to the witch clan, and its power is immense.

Once upon a time, in ancient times, there was a sage-level powerhouse.

With his mastery of Witch Curse, he swept across the eight wastelands and six directions, suppressing Myriad Races.

The power of Witch Curse is in no way inferior to the greatest forbidden supernatural Divine Ability!

"Absolutely true!"

The Ao Long Immortal Venerable said decisively.

"Haha, that's great!"

Su Zhan was overjoyed, his face beaming with delight.

The Wu tribe has a long Inheritance and profound cultural heritage.

It contains numerous treasures, some of which are even more valuable than those of major sects and forces.

In particular, Inheritance tens of thousands of years, the Wu tribe has produced many powerful figures.

There must be many treasures among them!

If I can find the Witch Clan Ruins, I might be able to get a lot of good stuff.

"Since you're so ungrateful, then go die."

Just as Su Zhan was lost in thought, a cold voice suddenly rang in his ears.

The next moment, a strong sense of danger descended, sending chills down his spine.

"Brush!"

Su Zhan quickly dodged to the side, avoiding a fatal blow.

Immediately afterwards, he turned around and saw that the old man had been standing beside him at some point.

A faint, ethereal blue aura emanated from him.

"This... this is... Witch Gu Technique?"

The voice of the Ao Long Immortal Venerable sounded slightly surprised, "I didn't expect that you would actually learn the Gu Arts the Witch Clan had lost for so long."

Su Zhan's expression changed.

The Wu Clan was a top clan in ancient times, with countless powerful individuals within its ranks.

Therefore, their Cultivation Method techniques and secret skills are endless and breathtaking.

And this kind of Gu Arts is even more infamous!

It is said that this is Secret Art exclusive to the witch clan, and only those of the direct lineage can practice it.

Ordinary disciples, even if fortunate enough to obtain the secret manual, would find it difficult to achieve success in cultivation.

But the old man before them actually knew such powerful Gu Arts, which was truly terrifying.

"Heh heh, looks like you know quite a few secrets!"

The old man gave a sinister smile, his eyes filled with cruelty. "As long as I devour your soul, I will surely regain my strength and live again!"

"Boom!"

As he spoke, the old man's body shone brightly, as if he had transformed into a small Sun.

You won't succeed!

Su Zhan's expression was solemn, and a sharp glint flashed in his eyes.

He gritted his teeth, and his internal energy surged, circulating throughout his body.

In an instant, a powerful and boundless force filled his limbs and bones, invigorating Su Zhan.

The Spirit Energy that had been completely depleted was quickly replenished.

"Huh?"

The old man frowned, surprised, and said, "I didn't expect your physique to be so special?"

"No wonder you were able to defeat me despite being of a higher level; it turns out you were relying on your special physique."

"But so what?"

He grinned maliciously and said, "Even if you have extraordinary encounters that enhance your destiny, it still won't change the ending!"

Before he finished speaking, he clenched his right fist and slammed it straight into Su Zhan's chest.

"Bang--"

Su Zhan reacted extremely quickly, striking out with a palm.

The two fists collided, producing a deafening roar.

"Click!"

Su Zhan groaned, took a few steps back, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

The old man stood unharmed, completely unscathed.

"I advise you to hand over the things to me to avoid suffering physical pain."

"Otherwise, once I capture you, I will strip you of all your treasures."

The old man gave a cold warning, then pressed closer and launched a frenzied attack.

In an instant, the two were locked in a fierce battle.

Su Zhan fought back desperately, but was suppressed by the old man.

A moment later, he was struck on the left shoulder by a claw, which tore a half-inch long gash.

At the same time, the old man brandished his sharp claws, piercing Su Zhan's clothes and slashing his skin.

Su Zhan had dark skin and muscular build, and looked very healthy.

But the old man discovered that Su Zhan's injuries were not serious.

On the contrary, each time it's just a superficial injury, with no pain or itching whatsoever.

"As expected of an ancient and powerful race, their bloodline is extraordinary."

The old man's eyes gleamed. "If I can devour him, my Witch Poison Body will undergo a complete transformation, achieving the most perfect physique of the witch clan."

"By then, even if Martial Saint were to appear, he would be no match for me!"

"Whoosh~"

With this in mind, the old man's attacks became even more ferocious.

Su Zhan repeated defeats and was in a sorry state.

Damn it!

Su Zhan cursed under his breath.

Although his physical body was strong, the old man's claw strength was unparalleled and strange.

Su Zhan could be injured if he is not careful.

Once he is injured and bleeding, the other party will definitely take the opportunity to attack and kill him.

"Pfft!"

Finally, a claw pierced through Su Zhan's chest.

Crimson blood spurted from between his claws, staining his entire white shirt red.

"Heh heh, looks like I've won."

The old man grinned as he watched Su Zhan fly backward, smashing through several trees.

"Buzz!"

But at that moment...

Su Zhan suddenly let out a low growl, his eyes turning bloodshot.

He pressed his hand against the wound and spat out a black pill.

"Whoosh--"

The elixir melted instantly upon entering the mouth, transforming into a scalding hot stream.

As the scalding heat surged, Su Zhan's body suddenly swelled up.

In the blink of an eye, he swelled from 1.9 meters tall to 10 feet tall.

"Roar!"

It roared out of Su Zhan's throat like a wild beast.

His body grew taller, transforming into a giant five or six zhang tall.

Every move they made carried a terrifying power.

"This... this is... Witchcraft!?"

Upon seeing this, the old man's eyes widened.

"Damn old devil!"

The giant roared, his eyes bloodshot, his killing intent boiling.

He stomped his foot, charged forward, and slammed a punch into the old man.

Thump!

This punch was powerful and heavy, like a mountain collapsing.

Although the old man dodged a fatal blow, his shoulder was still grazed by the force of the punch.

In an instant, his shoulder blade shattered, causing excruciating pain.

"Hateful!"

The old man gritted his teeth and cursed, then rolled backward several times to create distance.

Su Zhan's speed also slowed down.

"Hehehe, you've been poisoned by a Gu curse; you won't last long!"

The old man licked his nails, his face full of mockery. "Hand over the stuff obediently, and I might leave you a whole corpse!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Su Zhan's eyes suddenly turned red, as ferocious as a wild beast.

He suddenly raised his arm and grabbed at the old man.

"Huh? You dare to make a move?"

The old man sneered, "They're digging their own grave!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the old man raised his arms and began to perform Witch Arts.

In an instant, a gust of wind arose out of thin air and transformed into countless green, glowing poisonous insects.

They gathered together, forming a massive swarm that swept towards Su Zhan.

"Whoosh!"

A green tide surged forth, arriving in an instant.

"Roar!"

But at that moment, a deafening tiger's roar resounded.

Su Zhan surrounded by golden light, like a real tiger descending to earth, exuding domineering power and extraordinary majesty.

"Bang!"

A deafening explosion followed.

Countless poisonous insects were violently knocked away, their cries echoing across the ground, resulting in heavy casualties.

"What?"

The old man's pupils contracted, his heart trembling. "Witch Poison Technique... it couldn't stop him!"

"Call out!"

Using Witch Gu Technique, Su Zhan instantly teleported to the old man's side.

"Die!"

A sweeping kick, carrying immense force.

The old man's expression changed drastically, and he hastily raised his arms to block him.

"Bang!"

He was sent flying backward like a cannonball, crashing into the wall and collapsing.

A metallic sweetness welled up in his mouth, but he forced himself to suppress it.

Su Zhan's eyes were icy as he leaned in again.

"Bang!"

The old man was kicked away again.

He collapsed against the wall, his face deathly pale, his lips trembling, managing to squeeze out three words:

"The Witch Clan... the direct line of the royal family!"

Su Zhan did not answer, and charged forward again.

He already knew the other party's identity, so of course he wouldn't let him escape!

"So what if they're direct Witch Clan Royal Direct Lineage? They'll be killed without hesitation!"

Sensing a deadly danger, the old man's eyes turned cold.

He took out a dark, round ball, crushed it, and threw it at Su Zhan.

Su Zhan's eyelids twitched violently, and he quickly retreated.

But when the sphere exploded, a wisp of black smoke immediately rose and drifted around.

A strong, corrosive odor filled the air, making one want to vomit.

Even though Su Zhan held his breath, he could still smell it, and his expression changed drastically.

"Sizzle~"

Even a wisp of smoke was enough to cause Su Zhan pain.

If it were completely covered, wouldn't it instantly turn into pus?

"Whoosh!"

While Su Zhan was dodging, the old man's figure flashed, and he leaped out of the window.

"Where do you think you're going!"

Su Zhan's expression changed slightly, and he quickly followed after them.

He had just broken through to a higher realm, increasing his strength several times over, and was eager to test his abilities.

The old man was agile and easily shook off Su Zhan.

Su Zhan pursued relentlessly.

Although he practiced the Witch Poison Canon, he had no Combat Techniques whatsoever.

They were simply relying on their physical strength to brutally crush their opponents.

"Hahaha, kid, don't waste your time. I am a disciple of the Witch Cult; you can't catch me!"

The old man laughed wildly, moving with incredible speed.

He seemed to know the terrain well, and after many twists and turns, he quickly disappeared from sight.

"A disciple of the Witch Cult?"

Su Zhan stood there, his brows furrowed.

"Disciples of the Witch Cult are skilled in Gu Arts and Witch Arts, using Gu Arts to kill people!"