Heaven-Subduing, People-Protecting-Who But Me?

In the literal sense, Situ Tu had no concept of a head upon his shoulders, because this Ghost Marshal had long since died. All he had now was a ghostly body, already nothing more than a mass of smoke. If Third Young Master Su wished to chop off his head, he could chop off countless ones at will.

Within Mystic Mountain, banners blotted out the sky, and everywhere came the sounds of battle cries and drills. An enormous banner bearing the words "Heaven-Subduing, People-Protecting Grand General" stood high above the training grounds. A group of bare-chested men, their heads wrapped in white cloth, swung their drumsticks and beat the oxhide war drums before them with all their strength.

Wave after wave of drumbeats merged with the battle cries, becoming a vast roar that shot straight toward the heavens.

On the training grounds, four figures trembled and clashed together.

Lord Dushan had already assumed his beast form. Muscles like a small mountain surged with violent demon essence, while his fists, like two meteors drifting in from beyond the heavens, pounded ceaselessly at the man before him.

The man opposite him was no larger than an ordinary person, yet he too was bare-chested, swinging both fists as he fought Lord Dushan in a tangled mass.

There were none of the nimble transformations of spells, nor any magic artifacts in sight. The two merely forged their respective demon essence and mana into their fists, battering one another head-on with solid stances and powerful blows.

At such a moment, any martial technique had become meaningless.

When one's strength was nearly inexhaustible and one's speed had been driven beyond the limits of the flesh, then direct, brutal attacks—your punch, my kick—became the simplest solution.

"Moo."

Yin energy curled around Liu Yidao's body, and within his