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Fusing Temporal Power, the source of strength, overwhelming Killing Intent, and Fang Chen's own martial arts belief into a single punch.
Shattered Time and Space!
As the punch was thrown, the space around him rippled like water, the grand momentum that had enveloped him was crushed to pieces by the Frenzy of his intent.
"Kill! Charge!"
In the void, it seemed as if the sounds of thousands of troops rushing to battle echoed, an immense killing aura surged forth, sending chills down spines. Within this killing intent, there was an astonishing force of the punch, rising slowly like the sun, unstoppable!
"Good!"
In mid-air, a punch from the White-Clad Middle-Aged Man aimed at Fang Chen, feeling the overwhelming power emanating from Fang Chen, akin to a sudden rising sun, his eyes sparkled with admiration.
The essence of the World-Subduing Killing Fist's Third Punch lies in the fusion of Temporal Power, the source of strength, and the power of slaughter. While the essence remains unchanged, each person's understanding is unique.
The saying "A master leads you to the door; your cultivation is up to you" embodies this meaning.
Undoubtedly, at this moment, after comprehending that fusion power, Fang Chen unleashed this punch that even the White-Clad Middle-Aged Man, who had nearly reached the pinnacle of martial arts and often looked down on others, could not help but be astonished.
This punch, Shattered Time and Space, was breathtakingly extraordinary!
On one side was a powerful punch gathering the strength of the entire world, descending like Mount Tai; on the other side was a terrifying punch embodying a supreme force capable of shattering everything and breaking through voids.
Boom!
Amidst a thunderous roar, the two forces finally collided fiercely in mid-air.
A blinding light erupted at that moment; at the center where their energies clashed, it seemed as if a Golden Sun suddenly rose, terrifying Qi Energy radiating outward in all directions.
With a crash, large swathes of space shattered instantly, like a suddenly overturned lawn revealing vast black voids. A chilling wind swept through, emanating a haunting aura.
In mid-air, the body of the White-Clad Middle-Aged Man trembled violently at that moment. Suddenly, his once solid form began to turn transparent at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Looking down, the two forces of fists were entangled. However, it was evident that the punch unleashed by Fang Chen, resembling the sun, carried the breath of new life and the overwhelming might to crush everything, occupying an absolute advantage. It wouldn't be long before this entangled situation would be shattered. The Third Punch of the World-Subduing Killing Fist could be said to have been successfully received by Fang Chen at this moment, and he even had plenty of power left.
"Time flows endlessly, my successor has finally appeared." The White-Clad Middle-Aged Man quietly watched Fang Chen with a smile at the corner of his mouth, seemingly unaware of the power rapidly fading from him.
As he spoke softly, the entangled forces of fists indeed underwent a tremendous change. The sun-like punch began to gradually overpower, ultimately radiating countless beams of light that enveloped the last punch of the World-Subduing Killing Fist unleashed by the White-Clad Middle-Aged Man, which then continuously melted away as if being refined. Finally, with a thunderous roar, it transformed into a stunning golden pillar of light that shot up into the sky.
With a hint of astonishment on his face, the White-Clad Middle-Aged Man waved his sleeve, and under his guidance, the remaining force was directly moved out of this peculiar space. The surrounding shattered space seemed to be gently caressed by invisible hands, calming everything down.
Everything seemed to return to its original state.
"Time and space, slaughter, the source of power—these three forces have already merged and connected. Moreover, your astonishing talent is something I have never seen even in my lifetime. In you, I see a glimmer of hope; I hope that one day you can truly shatter the void with your fists and break through any obstacles to achieve true greatness." With a smile, the middle-aged man slowly scanned his surroundings and continued, "This Heritage is now yours."
"This Heritage is mine now," Fang Chen murmured as he repeated it. He then turned his gaze to Chu Jingxiao not far away, whose body was frozen but whose eyes clearly flickered with a look of horror and despair. He said, "So now I can kill him, right?"
"Naturally," the White-Clad Middle-Aged Man nodded and added, "But do it quickly; I don't have much time left."
The Third Punch of the World-Subduing Killing Fist was originally a desperate move with no return; if the enemy did not die, one would perish instead. Now that he had successfully received this punch, the White-Clad Middle-Aged Man would naturally dissipate. Moreover, at this moment, he was merely a wisp of Divine Consciousness.
Fang Chen lightly nodded.
Without any hesitation, he stepped forward and appeared right in front of Chu Jingxiao.
At this moment, under the overwhelming suppression of power in this entire space, Chu Jingxiao could hardly stand firm. He hunched over; despite still wearing white robes and a golden crown, he no longer possessed that lofty demeanor as if everything were under his control. What remained was endless horror, desolation, panic, and even a hint of faint pleading.
He was afraid. Under the shadow of death's embrace, even someone with Heavenly Realm composure found it difficult to maintain calmness. At this moment, Chu Jingxiao deeply felt fear rapidly growing within him. Those who cultivate high levels often fear death more; their achievements are hard-won through perilous trials to reach their current status. Furthermore, having enjoyed being on high for so long made facing death's shadow unbearable.
"Crimson Bright Sect."
Gazing calmly at Chu Jingxiao, whose body was slightly trembling, Fang Chen's eyes suddenly flickered as he looked at Chu Jingxiao's pale face. Under careful scrutiny, another figure unexpectedly flashed through his mind. Then Fang Chen's lips slowly curled into a cold smile.
"Who is Chu Fangtian to you?" he asked.
If we were to pinpoint when Fang Chen's hatred for the Crimson Bright Sect began, it would likely be on the mountain path, when Chu Fangtian, an elder of the Crimson Bright Sect, suddenly attacked him.
For someone of the Heavenly Realm to strike against a Fang Chen who was merely at the Body Refinement Realm at that time was utterly shameless. However, despite this shamelessness, the gap in cultivation was evident; if it weren't for Luo Qingyan's intervention, Fang Chen would have almost fallen into a deadlock.
Although the Ancestor of Ziyang Sect ultimately took action and eliminated Chu Fangtian, the hatred had already deeply rooted itself in Fang Chen's heart. Furthermore, given the already terrible relationship between the Crimson Bright Sect and Ziyang Sect, this became a personal vendetta compounded by sect rivalry.
Now, Fang Chen unexpectedly saw traces of Chu Fangtian in Chu Jingxiao.
"Chu Fangtian?" Upon hearing this, Chu Jingxiao's body trembled, and a flash of crimson light flickered in his eyes.
The death of his younger brother within Ziyang Sect was undoubtedly a thorn in Chu Jingxiao's heart. At this moment, that thorn was forcefully pulled out again by Fang Chen.
Looking at Chu Jingxiao's grim expression and the crimson hue in his eyes, Fang Chen paused for a moment. But soon after, he heard Chu Jingxiao hoarsely say, "That was my brother."
As he spoke, Chu Jingxiao raised his head and looked at Fang Chen with a sorrowful expression.
Chu Jingxiao's sorrow was partly genuine but mostly feigned. At this moment, he was shrouded in the shadow of death; his life and death rested entirely on Fang Chen's thoughts. His tragic demeanor was merely a ploy to elicit sympathy, hoping to increase his chances of survival.
However, what Chu Jingxiao never anticipated was...
"He is your brother?" Fang Chen spoke lightly, and the corner of his mouth, which had been slightly raised, now revealed an unusual expression. After speaking softly, he quietly stared at Chu Jingxiao without saying another word.
Seeing Fang Chen's demeanor like this, Chu Jingxiao was taken aback. Then suddenly, a strong sense of foreboding surged from deep within him.
At that moment, he heard Fang Chen leisurely say, "Do you know why he died in Ziyang Sect?"
"It was Ziyang Ancestor..." Without any hesitation, Chu Jingxiao was about to say that it was Ziyang Ancestor who had killed him.
However, as soon as he opened his mouth, his words were directly interrupted by Fang Chen. "To strike against a disciple of Ziyang Sect who hadn't truly entered the sect yet with Heavenly Realm cultivation—how shameless! He deserved to die!"
Fang Chen said coldly.
Upon hearing this, a fleeting glimmer of resentment flashed deep within Chu Jingxiao's slightly lowered eyes. However, he did not show any sign of it on his face; instead, the sorrow he pretended to display became even more pronounced. At that moment, he even insincerely echoed Fang Chen's words slightly.
"Do you know who the disciple of the Ziyang Sect in the Body Refinement Realm is?" Fang Chen suddenly asked.
"Hmm?" Chu Jingxiao was puzzled. Not knowing Fang Chen's identity, he felt a strange sense of confusion upon hearing this.
Although he knew that his younger brother, Chu Fangtian, had died at the hands of the Ziyang Sect due to provoking them and was ultimately killed by the Ziyang Ancestor, he was not very clear about the details regarding Chu Fangtian's attack on Fang Chen on the mountain road.
After all, this matter was not very glorious, and the other five who had narrowly survived would naturally not spread it around. Moreover, as the party involved, Chu Fangtian was already dead. Even if he knew about it, as a dignified figure from the Heavenly Realm, Chu Jingxiao would not pay any attention to a mere existence from the Body Refinement Realm. Even if there were enmity, he would place that hatred on the Ziyang Sect and the Ziyang Ancestor. In his eyes, an insignificant ant from the Body Refinement Realm was not worthy of bearing such hatred.
Shaking his head in confusion, Chu Jingxiao indicated that he did not know.
However, at that moment, a cold light suddenly expanded in his peripheral vision, causing him to tense up completely as a sense of life-and-death crisis surged in his heart. He wanted to dodge, but under the pressure of the forces of heaven and earth, he found himself unable to move at all.
Sizzle.
The sound of Qi Energy tearing through flesh quietly resonated, and at the same time, a faint voice drifted into his ears.
"That person is me."
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