Martial Sage from the Vajra Skill

Chapter 438: Chapter 240: Tianchen

Fuyue Bear King’s Palm—Mountain-Shattering and Mountain-Breaking!

An incomparably ferocious power burst forth, like mountains crumbling and the earth splitting asunder.

"CRACK!"

With a crisp crack of bone, the Black Panther’s head, harder than iron, caved in. Blood gushed from its mouth and nose.

Meanwhile, its sharp claws merely sent ripples across Xu Yang’s Protective Gang Qi.

"Rrrgh..."

The Black Panther let out one last, mournful cry as its body crashed heavily to the ground in front of Xu Yang. The beast’s massive, tiger-sized frame smashed a huge crater into the earth, sending up clouds of dust and making the ground tremble.

Its body gave a few unconscious twitches, the bloodlust in its eyes faded, and in an instant, it was dead.

"Xiaohei..." Zhou Yao’s eyes burned with furious grief.

The Black Panther had been with him since childhood, as close as a brother. He never imagined that in a single clash, Xu Yang would bash its brains in, killing it on the spot.

"BOOM!"

The Half-Spirit Weapon spear in his hand glowed crimson, coming down on Xu Yang’s head with tyrannical force, enough to shatter stone. He meant to cleave Xu Yang in two.

Xu Yang was already prepared. The instant the spear was about to strike his head, he spun and threw a punch straight up, perfectly intercepting the downward cleave of the spear.

Fist met spear!

"BANG!"

A shockwave of energy blasted out like a whirlwind, peeling up layers of turf and kicking up a massive dust cloud.

Xu Yang’s body shook. The ground beneath his feet cracked as his legs sank an inch into the earth, a deep rumble echoing through his bones.

He calmly watched the man, who was already half-mad with grief. But now, expressions of indignation and disbelief began to surface through his sorrow.

’Even sacrificing Xiaohei’s life didn’t buy me a chance to injure him. This man’s power is outrageous; he can’t possibly have a Bone Marrow Cleansing Cultivation! His strength and reflexes are horrifying.’

Zhou Yao’s Gang Qi flickered and trembled, on the verge of collapsing.

A vast, boundless power surged from the spear. The Half-Spirit Weapon itself seemed unable to bear the horrifying force, bending into an alarming arc as if it would snap from the force of the punch.

"BOOM!"

The silver spear whined and flew high into the air, vibrating endlessly like a flood dragon struggling to break free.

A sharp pain shot through Zhou Yao’s hands, and he could no longer hold his spear. It had been blasted from his grip, shooting toward the heavens.

His hands trembled violently. In an instant, they were covered in blood, riddled with fine fractures that exposed the white, jade-like bone beneath.

’Is he some kind of monster from the primordial age? He blocked a Half-Spirit Weapon with his bare hands and even knocked it from my grip. He’s terrifying.’

Zhou Yao was horrified, his scalp tingling with fear. ’The Holy Sect has gravely underestimated Xu Yang. If a Celestial Essence Strong Person doesn’t intervene, I’m afraid no one can keep him in check.’

’Flee!’ He turned to run.

His ’brother,’ the Exotic Beast Xiaohei, was instantly forgotten. All grief, all desire for revenge, vanished. The hatred he felt for Xu Yang had been obliterated by that single punch, leaving only terror and dread in his heart.

His Half-Spirit Weapon, forged at great cost, was still tumbling through the air, but he didn’t hesitate for a second.

’If I don’t run now, I’ll die here. I’m really going to die!’

"You’re not getting away!"

Xu Yang let out a sharp cry. His body moved like a dragon, his violent aura erupting like a volcano.

He took a single step, and a golden Fist Gang tore through the air. It shot forward like a golden meteor streaking through the night, crushing stone in its path and leaving a trail of roiling dust.

"Ah!"

Zhou Yao’s face was a mask of panic. Before the Fist Gang even reached him, he felt as if his body would be shattered by the force. Forgetting his escape, he twisted in mid-air and threw a punch.

"BANG!"

"CRACK!"

The two sounds erupted almost at once. Zhou Yao’s body trembled. His already-fractured fist gave way completely; the flesh was blasted away, and the bone underneath shattered.

The golden Fist Gang smashed through with unstoppable force, crashing heavily into his chest.