Skull Hammer!

"I'm going to die!"

Tang Fei thought to himself.

His body was locked down, making it impossible to move.

Let alone taking that hammer strike head-on.

This Fierce God is too unreasonable. He clearly said he'd let us little pests go if we retreated. How can he go back on his word?

What a shame, this pulse gun hasn't even fired a shot yet.

"Big Brother..." Little Fatty called out.

He also felt the danger, but he couldn't do anything.

Boom.

The hammer passed right through the middle of their bodies.

Bang!

Tang Fei's body was sent flying backward, smashed by the hammer and sent to the doorway.

Little Fatty's body was also sent flying, crashing heavily against a stone wall before stopping.

"Pfft!"

Tang Fei vomited another large mouthful of blood.

He knew his internal organs were injured.

The Yin Yang Qi within his body was surging rapidly, helping to regulate his internal energy and repair his organs.

"Huh? I'm still alive?"

Tang Fei became surprised again.

That hammer strike, capable of destroying heaven and earth, had actually been neutralized by his own body? What was going on?

Thinking of his body, and then of Little Fatty, he quickly called out, "Little Fatty... Little Fatty..."

"Brother..."

Little Fatty had been sent flying by the hammer, crashing into the stone wall, and then sliding down from it.

He got up from the ground, ran to Tang Fei's side, and anxiously asked, "Brother, are you okay? You're bleeding again."

"..."

Tang Fei felt very indignant.

He was clearly stronger, he was a cultivator, in the Qi Control Realm... How could he be knocked down by a single hammer strike while Little Fatty seemed completely fine?

"Brother, you're not going to die, are you? Don't scare me."

"I'm fine," Tang Fei said. He felt his internal energy and said, "Help me up."

Little Fatty helped Tang Fei up from the ground and said, "Big Brother, we're not dead."

"Yeah, we're not dead," Tang Fei said.

He looked up. The giant head had disappeared, as if what he had seen was just an illusion.

Even more bizarrely, the cave dwelling was now flashing with red light. It was as if the head had vanished, but its two blood-red eyes had been left behind.

"Brother, what's going on? What was that monster just now?"

"He said he was the Fierce God. I've never heard of anyone like that before."

"Yeah. I only know of the Flame God," Little Fatty said. The Flame Shrine was active right under their noses all the time, and even a stone man like Little Fatty was quite familiar with it.

Tang Fei shook his head and said, "The Flame God is a false god. This Fierce God is probably a true god."

"A true god?" Little Fatty's eyes widened. "Brother, do gods really exist in this world?"

"I used to doubt it," Tang Fei said. "Only now do I truly believe in gods. Even if the one I just saw wasn't a true god, he was an extremely terrifying cultivator. Perhaps, infinitely close to being a true god."

"But, Big Brother, he clearly swung his hammer at us, so why didn't he kill us?" Little Fatty asked.

Tang Fei had figured out the key. He said, "Didn't you realize? When we talked to him, it was like talking past each other. Everyone was just talking to themselves."

"Yeah," Little Fatty nodded.

He thought the same as Tang Fei. They had clearly agreed to let them retreat quickly and spare their lives, but before the words were even out, he swung his hammer.

Shameless!

"That was just a wisp of his residual consciousness," Tang Fei said. "When the Fierce God was dying, or perhaps before he left, he released a wisp of his consciousness to guard his cave dwelling. After we entered, his residual consciousness came out to stop us."

"Otherwise, we wouldn't have been able to block that hammer strike at all. We would have been smashed to death by him. That hammer strike only had momentum, but no energy. So many years have passed, the momentum remains, but the energy has long since dissipated."

He couldn't help but feel a lingering fear.

Just by relying on his aura, he had beaten both of them to a pulp. If his true body were still present, they wouldn't have survived.

This tomb raiding felt more like finding his next home, with an ugly-as-a-ghost him already there.

"Oh," Little Fatty nodded and said with complete honesty, "I still don't understand."

"Even if a person dies, their soul remains," Tang Fei said.

Little Fatty finally understood and said nervously, "If the soul remains, doesn't that make it a ghost?"

"You could say it's a ghost," Tang Fei replied. "But not an ordinary one. Never mind, let's not talk about this. Let's go inside and take a look. Since they dared to call themselves the Fierce God, they must have a few divine artifacts, right? Otherwise, it'd be embarrassing to greet other gods when going out."

If one enters a divine cave, how can they return empty-handed?

Tang Fei picked up the pulse gun from the ground and held it in his arms again. He had been hit by the Fierce God's hammer and sent flying before he could even fire a shot.

It was a bit embarrassing!

Little Fatty also picked up his pulse gun. His experience was the same as Tang Fei's. He checked it under the dim red light and was relieved to find that the pulse gun was not damaged.

The cave was large, but it was filled with heads everywhere.

Some were human, but more were animal.

It seemed this Fierce God was a head collector.

It was unknown how they were preserved, but these heads had remained uncorroded for thousands of years.

Tang Fei and Little Fatty were shocked. The Fierce God's nickname was indeed well-earned; the person truly lived up to their name.

"Fierce God!" Little Fatty suddenly shouted towards the center of the main hall.

Tang Fei raised the pulse gun in his hand, ready to pull the trigger.

Whether it was useful or not, he wanted to fire a shot first.

Earlier, they had been locked onto by the Fierce God without any warning, unable to move their bodies, feeling like they were at the mercy of a butcher.

However, he stopped his action.

Because he couldn't sense any life force from the person; it was a corpse.

A leopard's head with round eyes, an iron mask, and a curly beard.

It had a ferocious expression, bearing a strong resemblance to the giant head materialized from a wisp of remnant soul just moments ago.

The difference was in the eyes. His eye sockets were sunken, empty within. Those pair of blood-red eyes were nowhere to be found.

This was indeed the Fierce God.

Tang Fei and Little Fatty walked towards the Fierce God. Before they even got close, they felt their blood and qi surging, and a sense of malevolence rose in their hearts. It was as if a monster was hidden within their bodies, wanting to break free from its cage and go on a killing spree.

Tang Fei knew that these were desires from the bottom of his heart, dark emotions.

The Fierce God could infinitely amplify the malice in your heart, turning you into a bloodthirsty, murderous monster.

However, what surprised Tang Fei was that this was just a corpse.

The malevolence contained within the corpse could affect the living, even cultivators like himself with strong willpower. How powerful would the living Fierce God have been?

Then, new questions arose.

With such immense power, could the Fierce God also die?

Did only the physical body die, or did both body and soul perish?

If it hadn't died, where did it go?

Were there other worlds besides this one? Or perhaps other spatial dimensions?

For a moment, his mind was in turmoil.

"Big Brother..." Little Fatty called out.

Tang Fei jolted awake and asked Little Fatty, "What is it? What's wrong?"

"Big Brother, you've been spacing out for a long time. I was talking to you, and you didn't answer," Little Fatty said.

He added, "Big Brother, don't be like this, I'm scared."

"..."

This eerie, ghost-like place could indeed cause chills.

Moreover, Little Fatty was not brave to begin with.

"I was just thinking about some things," Tang Fei said.

He carefully examined the Fierce God's appearance and said, "It's unknown how long the Fierce God has been dead, yet his body is still lifelike, as if he were just sleeping... I wonder how it was preserved."

Little Fatty wasn't focused on the Fierce God's preservation secrets or the state of his body. Instead, he pointed to the Skull Hammer in the Fierce God's hand and said, "Brother, that hammer... that's the Skull Hammer that smashed us just now."

Tang Fei also saw the Skull Hammer because it was truly extraordinary.

It was rumored that this hammer was forged from Kunlun Cold Iron. The hammer's body was shaped like a skull, with gaps. When swung, it could emit a ferocious sound, like the howling of ghosts, unsettling the mind.

At the same time, the giant skull's mouth on the hammer could lock onto an opponent's weapon, making it the king of hammers, the most evil hammer in the world.

Tang Fei had seen the introduction of the Skull Hammer in a casual book called the "Compendium of a Hundred Artifacts." However, the author himself believed that such a hammer only existed in myths and legends and not in reality, and no one had ever heard of any powerful, renowned general using it.

Later generations had been searching for it, including some famous figures, but to no avail.

It turned out that it had been buried here with the Fierce God thousands of years ago, or even earlier.

This was a legendary divine artifact. Obtaining this treasure made the trip worthwhile.

Tang Fei reached out and picked up the Skull Hammer. The moment it touched his hand, his blood surged and killing intent erupted within him.

His entire body felt unbearably hot, as if burning. His face contorted grotesquely, veins bulging on his forehead.

At the same time, his eyes turned blood-red, like two pools of blood rippling in their sockets.

It was as if he were possessed by a Fierce God.

Bang!

Tang Fei quickly threw the Skull Hammer onto the ground, then sat down, gasping for air.

His previously injured internal organs were strained again, a metallic taste rose in his throat, and he coughed up another mouthful of blood.

This was the third time he had vomited blood since they found the great tomb.

Tang Fei, the true master of spitting blood.

It was like his mouth had gotten its peri