Several days later.
Qingzhou City.
Amid thunderous crashes, surging force swept out like a raging gale, crushing rotten wood and tearing through every obstacle in its path.
A magnificent hall was shredded in an instant, as though it were a sheet of paper.
Amid the billowing dust, talisman slips burst apart across a bedraggled figure's body. He appeared more than a dozen zhang away like a phantom and broke into a desperate run.
He had barely taken a few steps before an immense, irresistible force struck him and hurled his entire body into the air.
Like a screaming cannonball, he shot through the clouds, soaring a hundred zhang into the sky before plummeting at an even greater speed.
A roar tore from his throat, like the last struggle of a dying beast, and metallic clangs erupted all over his body.
Just as he was about to strike the ground and splatter into pulp, a hand seized the back of his neck. His meteor-like descent stopped dead.
The hand casually flung him to the ground. Before he could catch his breath, a foot stamped onto the back of his head.
With a bang, the ground shuddered, and his entire head was driven beneath the hard bluestone paving.
"Yu Can, the Man-Eating Demon King. I hear you're very good at cooking people?"
Hong Yuan looked down at the man beneath his foot and applied a little more pressure. Yu Can's head sank deeper.
For an ordinary martial artist who had attained internal force, even a Subtlety grandmaster, such pressure would have left them gravely wounded and dying on the spot, if their head did not burst outright.
But Yu Can possessed an Astral Body, impervious to blades and spears. To him, this was no more than a superficial injury.
Of course, that