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In mid-air, at the center of the Frenzy Qi Energy fluctuations, a Mighty Bull Phantom of several meters in size, radiating a yellowish light, slowly dissipated. Not far from this, Fang Chen, with tattered robes and bloodstains on his body, had a pair of pitch-black eyes that sparkled with dazzling brilliance. His laughter echoed like thunder, deafening to the ears.
Relying solely on his physical strength, he had successfully withstood the charge of the Mighty Bull, an attack capable of severely injuring most Peak of the Transformation Realm warriors. Although his right arm trembled and blood dripped from his hand, all of this paled in comparison to the results of this punch.
In the distance, having nearly broken through most of the three-colored lotus, Xiao Xingkong was about to flee rapidly when he caught sight of this scene from the corner of his eye. His body suddenly shuddered, and his entire face couldn't help but tremble violently.
He knew Fang Chen was powerful, but he had thought that this attack was unleashed with all his might. Originally, he believed that while Fang Chen would definitely break through, it wouldn't be quick. After all, the Mighty Bull Phantom had a strong resistance to a warrior's Qi Energy. With that time, he could successfully escape.
However, what he didn't expect was that Fang Chen did not use Qi Energy. Instead, surprisingly, he engaged in a brutal collision with the Mighty Bull Phantom using the most primitive method. Moreover, the outcome greatly exceeded Xiao Xingkong's expectations; Fang Chen actually endured it!
Although the final dissipation of the Mighty Bull Phantom was not caused by Fang Chen, merely relying on physical strength to withstand the charge of the Mighty Bull still left Xiao Xingkong with an unparalleled shock in his heart.
This guy before him not only had immense Qi Energy and formidable strength but also terrifying physical power. He was practically an existence beyond human—an ultimate Freak. If it weren't for knowing that Fang Chen couldn't possibly be a beast, at this moment, Xiao Xingkong would have doubted whether he was some supreme beast's offspring. Otherwise, how could he be so... monstrous!
"Run! Run! Run!" Seeing Fang Chen looking in his direction again, Xiao Xingkong's mind shook violently. His expression changed drastically; disregarding everything else, he hurriedly fled once more.
In his dark pupils reflected the frantic figure of Xiao Xingkong, Fang Chen's gaze was deep and calm, revealing no hint of joy or anger. He lightly shook his arm; suddenly, a glimmer flashed across his palm that had been battered by the collision with the Mighty Bull. Then, astonishingly, the injuries on his hand began to heal at a visibly rapid pace.
Under the effects of the Thunder Pool, not only did his physical strength surge dramatically, but his recovery ability also far surpassed that of other warriors at the same level and could even rival some powerful beasts.
With a calm gaze fixed on the shrinking figure of Xiao Xingkong, as shadows flickered beneath his feet, Fang Chen took a step forward. With a sudden thunderous sound, he crossed dozens of meters in an instant, moving like a phantom.
Since merging Thunder Power into his internal Vital Energy, Fang Chen's already extraordinary movement technique became even more mystical. With each step he took, a thunderous roar echoed out; amidst the booming sounds, it felt as if heaven and earth were infinitely compressed beneath his feet as he traversed countless distances.
One step, two steps, three steps... Originally about thirty meters away from Xiao Xingkong, after taking his seventh step, Fang Chen appeared before him ahead of time.
"Are you still going to run?" With a cold smile on his face, Fang Chen stood with his hands clasped behind him and looked down at Xiao Xingkong calmly.
"Kill!" With a furious roar, all of Xiao Xingkong's Dan Qi erupted forth as violent Qi Energy engulfed the surrounding air.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
In mid-air, two figures were engaged in a fierce battle, the dull sounds of their clashes resonating loudly. Blood fell from the sky, creating a faint mist that slowly rose.
After several breaths.
A shadow was violently cleaved down from the air and then crashed heavily to the ground like a meteor.
Boom!
A thick mist of blood surged up as the shadow struck the ground.
"He's dead." Not far away, Zuo Zongshou stared intently at the nearly unrecognizable black figure on the ground, his eyes twitching violently.
The Young Master of Thick Earth Sect, Xiao Xingkong, had died just like that, brutally slain by another!
Exhaling a breath of foul air, Fang Chen's body trembled, and a wave of Qi Energy swept over him, cleansing all traces of blood from his body. He then leisurely descended from mid-air.
"Let's go; the commotion here might have attracted attention," he said, scanning the surroundings. With a flick of his sleeve, a surge of Qi Energy erupted, turning Xiao Xingkong's corpse into powder, completely dissipating it into the world.
Upon hearing this, Zuo Zongshou's mind focused. The slaying of the Young Master from Thick Earth Sect was undoubtedly a significant event. One could imagine the level of turmoil it would cause afterward. If it were discovered that they were responsible, both Fang Chen and he would likely face dire consequences. After all, he was the offspring of the sect leader!
Without any hesitation, the two figures moved instantly, transforming into two streaks of light as they swiftly departed.
After Fang Chen and Zuo Zongshou left, a flicker of earthy yellow light suddenly appeared within the faint blood mist lingering in mid-air. Within that yellow light was an illusory figure about the size of a palm. Upon closer inspection, it was unmistakably the form of Xiao Xingkong, merely reduced to countless times smaller.
He cast a resentful glance in the direction where Fang Chen and Zuo Zongshou had departed and then let out a shrill scream before vanishing into the void before him.
Thick Earth Sect.
This was a secret chamber approximately ten feet in size, where rows of neatly arranged Spirit Tablets were displayed. Each tablet was about palm-sized and inscribed with corresponding names.
If you pay close attention, you will notice that the names engraved on the tokens placed at the highest position are all those of prominent figures within the Thick Earth Sect, such as the Sect Master and the Grand Elder. Below them are some Elders and a few True Disciples, while further down are some outstanding Inner Sect Disciples.
The Spirit Tablets do not have many uses; their sole purpose is to allow the Thick Earth Sect to know the life and death status of their owners. Once the corresponding individual of each Spirit Tablet falls, that Spirit Tablet will shatter.
However, the lowest placed in this secret chamber are still Inner Sect Disciples, who possess great strength. Given the power of the Thick Earth Sect, very few dare to provoke them. The number of those who fall each year remains within a handful, so in this spacious secret chamber, there is only one warrior from the Thick Earth Sect who is responsible for observing the situation here year-round.
This is a middle-aged man dressed in gray robes. As usual, when it was time, he casually scanned the rows of Spirit Tablets. After confirming everything was in order, the Gray-Robed Middle-Aged Man was about to turn and leave.
However, at that moment.
Crack!
A crisp sound suddenly echoed in the quiet chamber, causing the middle-aged man, who was about to turn away, to freeze in place. His expression changed as he looked directly toward the source of the cracking sound.
It came from a Spirit Tablet located in one of the last few rows that appeared rather unremarkable. Seeing where this Spirit Tablet was placed, the Gray-Clad Middle-Aged Man let out a sigh of relief; being in the last few rows indicated that this person should only be an Inner Sect Disciple. Although it is not a trivial matter if an Inner Sect Disciple falls, it is not considered a major issue for the Thick Earth Sect either. Indeed, there are usually a few Inner Sect Disciples who fall each year.
However, when his gaze fell upon the damaged Spirit Tablet that had already shattered almost halfway, his pupils suddenly constricted.
Three striking characters appeared before his eyes on the broken Spirit Tablet.
“Xiao Xingkong!”
“The Young Sect Master! Something has happened to the Young Sect Master!”
The Gray-Clad Middle-Aged Man shuddered; his body nearly gave way beneath him. Among all the Spirit Tablets placed in this secret chamber, the lowest ones were almost all Inner Sect Disciples, but there was one exception: Xiao Xingkong, son of the Sect Master, who is currently at the Peak of the Transformation Realm. Although Spirit Tablets placed higher indicate greater status within the Thick Earth Sect, Xiao Xingkong's Spirit Tablet was positioned among those in the last few rows.
However, as the son of the Sect Master with exceptional talent and favored by both his father and many Elders, is Xiao Xingkong's status really low?
Clearly not.
Gray-Clad Middle-Aged Man clearly understood how serious this matter was.
"Mm?" At that moment, Gray-Clad Middle-Aged Man focused his gaze. In his line of sight, the Spirit Tablet representing Xiao Xingkong had shattered more than half, yet it surprisingly stopped breaking further, as if something miraculous had occurred.
"Young Sect Master is not dead yet," Gray-Clad Middle-Aged Man murmured to himself.
Only when the Spirit Tablet was completely shattered would it signify the person's death. At this moment, although Xiao Xingkong's condition was extremely poor, it was evident that he was still some distance away from death.
With his mind shaken, Gray-Clad Middle-Aged Man dared not delay for a moment. He stumbled out of the secret chamber to spread the news.
The incident involving Young Sect Master Xiao Xingkong in the Colorful Sacred Realm, which nearly led to his death, sent shockwaves throughout the entire Thick Earth Sect. Countless powerful divine senses rushed through the air.
While this caused a huge uproar in the Thick Earth Sect, within the Colorful Sacred Realm, Fang Chen and Zuo Zongshou, after days of arduous travel, finally emerged from the long-enshrouded Thunder Abyss.
"Is that the Heritage Site over there?"
As Fang Chen and Zuo Zongshou stepped out of the Thunder Abyss, they gazed at a distant area shrouded in thick gray mist, their eyes glimmering with curiosity.
In that misty region, small mounds could be faintly seen rising up.
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