The True Intentional Blast Punch!!

Hearing the red-robed man's invitation, Wang Lang smiled. "Even without joining your so-called sect, I can still break through to the Profound Connection Realm."

He spoke calmly, but he knew the truth well.

This damned Kunlun God Sect had a wicked way of doing things—sacrificing the blood of ten thousand people to a single formation. It was the textbook style of villains.

If he really joined them and his immortal ability was exposed, who knew how they would deal with him?

The Ageless and Undying trait was indeed powerful, and it could adapt to all kinds of environments, but what if they imprisoned him?

He would not die, sure, but if he was locked up, then he could only grow stronger by breathing and wait eighty or a hundred years for a chance to escape.

Just thinking about it was stifling.

"Hmph, you don't know what's good for you."

Blood Eye Protector's voice turned cold as his blood-red eyes swept over the surging crimson formation beneath his feet.

"The Mask of Immortality fragment will soon appear as well. The amusement ends here."

"Boy, let me show you what the true strength of a Profound Connection expert is!"

The next second, the pressure of a Third Rank Profound Connection Realm cultivator erupted without restraint!

An invisible wave of blood-colored energy soared into the sky, gathering and taking shape behind Blood Eye Protector.

In the blink of an eye, it became a nine-zhang-tall crimson giant Dharma Idol!

The Dharma Idol's features were blurred, with only two clusters of blood flames burning in its eyes. Countless wailing phantoms coiled around its body.

Wang Lang gritted his teeth. Compared to the other side, his three-zhang Vajra Dharma Idol immediately seemed far inferior.

Nine zhang against three zhang—it was pure numerical domination.

On the path of qi cultivation, the size of one's Dharma Idol was often directly tied to strength. Bigger usually meant stronger.

What was more, Profound Connection Realm experts had already glimpsed part of the laws of heaven and earth and could borrow the power of heaven and earth.

The qi within their bodies circulated without end, allowing them to maintain their Dharma Idols almost indefinitely.

"You erupted so many times earlier. How much longer can that crumbling Dharma Idol of yours hold on?"

Blood Eye Protector sneered. The crimson giant raised its enormous palm and slammed it down, blotting out the sky and covering the earth!

Wang Lang was no fool. His Vajra Dharma Idol retreated sharply, crossing all six arms to withstand the blow head-on.

Fine cracks immediately spread across the Dharma Idol's arms.

Borrowing the force of the strike, he shot backward and landed on the open ground beneath the Star Gazing Platform.

The space here was wide enough. Perhaps he could circle around and hold out for a while.

"A dying struggle." Blood Eye Protector followed like a shadow. With a single step, his nine-zhang Dharma Idol crossed dozens of zhang.

Several more crimson giant palms struck in rapid succession, each blow making the earth quake and the mountains tremble.

Wang Lang was hard-pressed on every side, his Vajra Dharma Idol rapidly dimming beneath the storm-like barrage.

He tried to counterattack, but every strike that landed on the crimson Dharma Idol only stirred ripples. He could not even break its outer layer.

This was the absolute gap in realms.

A heavy palm struck the Vajra Dharma Idol solidly, shattering it on impact.

Wang Lang sprayed blood wildly from his mouth and crashed into a patch of ruins amid billowing dust.

He struggled to his feet. His left arm hung at an unnatural angle, and who knew how many ribs in his chest had broken.

Yet in his perception, that intent was quietly accumulating deep within his body alongside his steadily mounting injuries!

Blood Eye Protector did not let up. His Dharma Idol formed seals with both hands, gathering the blood fiendish energy between heaven and earth.

It transformed into dozens of crimson chains that shot forth.

This was one of the Kunlun God Sect's ninety-nine secret arts—the Blood Fiend Binding Technique!

The chains seemed alive as they instantly wrapped around Wang Lang's limbs and torso, their corrosive Baleful Intent madly eating away at his flesh.

Wang Lang struggled with all his might, but the chains only tightened further.

The crimson giant struck down with another palm!

This time, Wang Lang had nowhere to evade.

Boom!

Dust filled the air as a giant palm-shaped crater several zhang deep was blasted into the ground.

Wang Lang lay at the bottom of the crater. Had his body not been so formidable, this blow would have reduced an ordinary Spirit Condensation Realm Qi Refiner to a pile of pulp.

Even so, every bone in his body had shattered, and his internal organs had been displaced.

Blood continuously poured from his mouth, nose, and ears. He looked wretched beyond measure.

Blood Eye Protector drifted down to the edge of the crater and looked down at the body that was barely human anymore.

"A dual cultivator of body and qi?"

He raised an eyebrow, a trace of surprise flashing through his eyes.

"To withstand this much for so long, your physique truly is extraordinary."

"Unfortunately, human strength has its limits..."

"Since you refuse to submit, then die."

The nine-zhang Dharma Idol raised its hand as well. This time, densely packed crimson vortices appeared in its palm.

This was the eighty-first of the Kunlun God Sect's ninety-nine secret arts—the Blood Obliteration Palm!

This strike targeted not only the flesh, but the soul itself. It was a true killing move!

The giant palm descended, and Wang Lang used the last of his strength to roll to the side.

But he was still half a beat too slow.

Splat!

The edge of the crimson giant palm grazed the left half of Wang Lang's body. From shoulder to waist, half of him exploded directly in a blaze of blood!

Flesh, bones, and fragments of organs sprayed everywhere, his intestines spilling across the ground.

Only the right half of his body remained, barely connected to his head. His miserable appearance was too terrible to look at.

Blood Eye Protector withdrew his hand and did not spare him another glance.

With injuries like that, forget the Spirit Condensation Realm—even a Profound Connection Realm cultivator could not survive.

Unless this boy's body had already reached the Immortality Realm, but was that possible?

He turned to look into the distance, where Painted Skin Ghost was locked in battle with Wei Qing.

"Painted Skin, quickly take down the one with the Black Tortoise Dharma Idol. As for everyone else... kill them all."

"The Mask of Immortality fragment is about to appear. It is time to prepare our retreat."

Painted Skin Ghost turned back and answered, "Understood, Dharma Protector."

But the next moment, her exquisite face suddenly stiffened. Her eyes widened, and her pupils shrank to pinpoints!

Blood Eye Protector sensed something was wrong and turned around with a frown.

Then he froze as well.

Within the deep crater, that ruined body which should have been thoroughly dead was rising to its feet.

On the remaining right half of his head, his single eye was wide with fury, the whites webbed with blood vessels.

No blood flowed from the wounds in his mangled body. Instead, a dense golden aura erupted from them.

Wang Lang slowly raised his right arm.

In an instant, veins bulged and muscles swelled as the golden aura frantically gathered, compressed, and condensed into his arm.

In the end, his entire arm seemed to transform into a miniature blazing sun!

This strike was the true Intentional Blast Punch!

It was also the intent formed from every injury his body had suffered since the battle began...

The remaining half of Wang Lang's mouth twisted into a savage grin.

Then his right arm swung out.

At that moment, great sound fell silent!

Golden force condensed to the utmost limit burst from his fist. At first, it was no thicker than an arm.

But the instant it left his fist, it expanded violently into a blazing torrent that pierced through heaven and earth!

It was so fast that Blood Eye Protector's Dharma Idol did not even have time to think of dodging.

The moment it touched the golden light, the nine-zhang Dharma Idol shattered inch by inch like thin paper.

The torrent did not slow in the slightest as it completely swallowed the red-robed figure behind the Dharma Idol.

With a soft sound, both man and Dharma Idol were reduced to nothingness.