Gruesome

Even standing amid the crowd, he stood out like a crane among chickens, drawing countless eyes and leaving many astonished by his massive frame.

As time passed, everyone from the surrounding crowd who stepped forward was sent flying back with a few punches and kicks. The incense stick planted in the small burner had burned down to less than half a finger's length. Lu Ren remained expressionless and unmoved at the side, calmly facing the crowd's stares and their undisguised provocation.

"Less than half a finger's length remains..."

A slightly deep sigh slowly escaped the Body Refinement to Sainthood cultivator with knotted, bulging muscles. Lu Ren could afford to wait, but they could not.

Then he suddenly sprang into action, charging forward with a fist. In the next instant, his hand became as large as a millstone, and with a casual downward press, he forcibly crushed a female Mid Celestial Immortal cultivator beside him to death.

"Di Long!"

Faced with Di Long's sudden murderous outburst, Fang Ling let out an uncontrollable roar of fury. A cold flash abruptly lit up in her hand. Under the firelight, the longsword she held seemed veiled in a faint, shimmering silver sheen. It was breathtakingly beautiful, yet terrifying.

Her sword flowed like water, its hum as light as the flutter of cicada wings. Its momentum was fierce and its speed astonishing. Even Di Long, nearly two and a half meters tall, could only barely twist his waist aside and avoid a vital point.

The blade was peerlessly sharp. Even Di Long's body of steel and iron, a physique capable of withstanding even Celestial Immortal-grade artifacts without damage, was easily sliced open by this sword, which plunged deep into his abdomen.

Di Long gave a muffled grunt. His arm swept down like a heaven-supporting pillar,