Learned to Be Bad?

"What? The Six Paths of Reincarnation Fist!"

At that startled cry, all the holy sons and holy daughters shuddered, their faces filled with disbelief.

The Six Paths of Reincarnation Fist was the Sacred Body's undying inheritance. Once mastered, it was terrifying beyond measure.

Legend had it that the great accomplishment Sacred Body of old had relied on this very fist art to leave behind an undefeated legend.

It was also with this fist art that he had contended with the supreme beings of the forbidden lands, halting one dark turmoil after another.

Once mastered, this fist art possessed almost invincible might.

"The Six Paths of Reincarnation Fist?"

Li Qingyue's eyes lit up as she stared straight at Yan Wushuang.

Though she could not grasp its profound mysteries, she still sensed a fist intent that seemed capable of splitting heaven and earth.

It was as though she saw the six paths opening up and endless reincarnation taking shape.

Clearly, only one punch had been thrown, yet six ancient worlds seemed to manifest, a massive fist rising and falling within them.

They gathered supreme power.

What profound fist intent-splitting heaven and earth, reenacting reincarnation!

Li Qingyue focused intently, her gaze unwavering, trying to comprehend that invincible fist intent.

But without the cultivation method's profound principles, she naturally could not understand it.

She could only deepen her impression of that invincible fist intent.

Boom!

Yan Wushuang's golden fist slammed viciously into the space before Tuoba Ye.

Like the sundering of heaven and earth, it annihilated those countless stars outright and scattered the black mist surrounding him.

Space tore apart, divine radiance blazed, and an ancient world seemed to manifest, endless Dao laws spreading through it.

The blow drove straight through Tuoba Ye's body.

Pfft!

Tuoba Ye's expression filled with shock. He spat blood and staggered backward.

It was as though an entire world had crashed into him. His clothes burst apart in an instant, revealing a suit of pitch-black battle armor.

Black mist curled around the armor, divine radiance flickered, and endless dao patterns manifested across it. One glance was enough to tell it was no ordinary item.

Yet now, densely packed cracks had appeared across it.

Before he could react, however, Yan Wushuang strode forward again, fierce and violent, carrying an unstoppable momentum that would never retreat.

His figure flashed, and he appeared before Tuoba Ye.

His golden fist struck with unrelenting force.

It carried an indescribable aura, and six faint fist phantoms blossomed, striking Tuoba Ye one after another.

Bang!

Tuoba Ye's body flew backward, his pitch-black battle armor exploding.

His bones cracked explosively, his body split open in an instant, and his internal organs were reduced to a bloody pulp.

Six faint, blood-colored fist marks appeared across his chest one by one, then an invincible fist intent seemed to erupt.

Boom!

Tuoba Ye's body exploded in an instant, his blood staining a vast stretch of mountain rock red.

Only his head remained, its eyes wide with disbelief as it rolled across the ground, gradually losing the luster of life.

With his body lost and his vitality extinguished by the fist intent, even the Four Extremes Realm's ability to regrow severed limbs could not reverse his defeat and death now.

"What...?"

At this sight, everyone's heart pounded wildly.

Tuoba Ye had forcibly broken into the Four Extremes Realm, possessing power that reached through heaven and earth.

He had also been protected by pitch-black battle armor covered in dao patterns.

Yet against the Six Paths of Reincarnation Fist, he had failed to survive even the second punch, his body brutally blasted apart.

This utterly exceeded everyone's imagination.

That pitch-black battle armor, in particular, had clearly been a powerful piece of treasure armor.

Condensed from the Bitter Sea's divine power, bearing dao patterns and fused with essence gold, it formed a powerful defensive treasure.

Yet it had still been smashed apart by a fist.

The power of this Six Paths of Reincarnation Fist seemed unstoppable by anything, making everyone's scalp prickle.

Yan Wushuang abruptly turned, like a golden god of war. Golden light flashed in his eyes as he surveyed his surroundings.

His overwhelming presence looked down upon everything like a young Great Emperor.

He needed to intimidate them. Otherwise, everyone would set their sights on Li Qingyue.

That was also why he had insisted on killing Tuoba Ye.

Faced with Yan Wushuang's dominance, the members of the Ten Great Families of the Northern Plains did not even dare meet his gaze.

Even the holy sons were trembling inwardly now.

They had never imagined that Yan Wushuang, who was only in the Dao Palace Realm, had actually mastered the Six Paths of Reincarnation Fist.

Though he possessed only a trace of its fist intent and a sliver of its power, it was still enough to terrify them.

It was too frightening.

A young genius who had forcibly broken into the Four Extremes Realm and possessed an Ancient Emperor Inheritance had been brutally blasted apart.

Truly worthy of the Sacred Body!

Everyone trembled inwardly.

And the Sacred Body had not even reached minor accomplishment yet. Once he broke into the Four Extremes Realm and manifested the Sacred Body's phenomenon, his power would likely be even greater.

Of everyone present, only a scant few remained calm before Yan Wushuang's imposing presence.

"You actually killed my younger brother!"

A man whose build closely resembled Tuoba Ye's abruptly rose, staring at Yan Wushuang in disbelief.

His younger brother had been a genius of the Tuoba Family, his combat strength even slightly greater than his own.

Yet now, he had truly been slain by the Sacred Body.

He had never imagined that the Sacred Body truly possessed such might.

Or that he would actually dare kill a genius of the Tuoba Family without fearing the conflict it would provoke.

"So what!"

Divine radiance bloomed in Yan Wushuang's eyes. Without a trace of fear, he stared straight at the man from the Tuoba Family and said, "If you dare provoke someone, you'd better be prepared to be killed!"

"If you want revenge, go ahead and attack!"

"I, Yan Wushuang, will fight you to the end!"

He, too, had a Holy Land backing him. He had no need whatsoever to fear this so-called Tuoba Family.

Hearing Yan Wushuang's unyielding words, the man from the Tuoba Family trembled slightly and instinctively stepped back.

Even his younger brother had been killed. How could he possibly be a match for Yan Wushuang?

Perhaps not a single person present dared claim they could kill a Sacred Body who had mastered the Six Paths of Reincarnation Fist.

Seeing the man retreat in fear, Yan Wushuang paid him no further attention. He turned and strode toward Li Qingyue.

His imposing presence gradually subsided. By the time he reached Li Qingyue's side, he had once again become that boy with the slightly goofy smile.

He looked at Li Qingyue with a face full of smiles, as though he had not been the one who had just savagely killed Tuoba Ye.

"You're not hurt, are you?"

Looking at Yan Wushuang grinning foolishly before her, Li Qingyue asked softly, her voice full of concern.

Although this matter had been directed at Yan Wushuang, she had still played some small part in causing it.

And Yan Wushuang had flown into a rage because of her, killing the Tuoba Family's genius.

Her gentle gaze swept over Yan Wushuang, and only after she found no wounds did Li Qingyue let out a small breath of relief.

"Uh!"

Yan Wushuang blinked, a mischievous glint flashing through his eyes. Suddenly, he clutched his chest and said in a strained voice, "I might have suffered terrible internal injuries. My chest hurts so much."

"Mm, I can barely stand. My head's spinning!"

As he spoke, Yan Wushuang swayed slightly, as though he might collapse to the ground at any moment.

Li Qingyue's expression shifted, and she was just about to approach and support him.

For some reason, Yang Wuzheng, who stood nearby, instinctively pulled Li Qingyue aside and said calmly, "His bones are plenty tough!"

At those words, Yan Wushuang's eyes widened. He had never expected this senior brother, who never contended with anyone, to undermine him.

"You... you lied to me?"

Li Qingyue immediately caught on and looked at Yan Wushuang in disbelief.

This fool had actually learned to lie?

Thinking back to Yan Wushuang's imposing presence and forcefulness just now, where had there been the slightest sign of injury?

Even if he were injured, there was no way he would be unable to stand steadily.

He was a Sacred Body, one of humanity's finest physiques throughout all history.

His physical body was as sturdy as divine gold and divine iron.

This guy... had learned to be bad!

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