Master of Strange Dao

His heartbeat went from calm to pounding like a drum, in an instant.

Sitting cross-legged, the Red Ape, previously calm in cultivation, suddenly opened his eyes, filled with rage.

Fury flowed through Yu Ziqing's heart, pumping through his entire body, awakening all his Qi-Blood at the same time.

The Qi-Blood in all 720 orifices erupted simultaneously.

After days of arduous cultivation and nearly a year of beatings from the village chief, Yu Ziqing's Crisis Sensing, faced with real danger, finally exploded.

Before seeing anything, Yu Ziqing's entire strength had already gathered and with power rising from the ground, he punched out.

It was only after Yu Ziqing had thrown his punch that he saw a figure, extending a hand, suddenly appearing in front of him.

That hand seemed poised to grab Yu Ziqing.

But faced with such a situation, he was slightly taken aback and had to switch from a grab to a palm strike, colliding with Yu Ziqing's fist.

A loud explosion like thunder boomed, and the shockwave blasted through the corridors on both sides.

Yu Ziqing's body paused slightly, then turned into a blur, flying backward and crashing heavily into a stone wall behind him.

Yu Ziqing's face turned pale as he spit out a mouthful of fresh blood.

The man opposite him changed color and stepped back.

The next moment, his clothes on his arms burst apart, with power pushing through his body and bursting from his back shoulders.

His clothes disintegrated into powder, and a dense network of tiny cracks appeared on his skin, with faint traces of blood seeping out.

In that instant of contact, as soon as Yu Ziqing was blown away, Yang had already stepped to the front.

"Eighth Tier Body Cultivator, be careful."

Yu Ziqing struggled out from the stone wall, issuing a warning to Yang.

He extended his left hand to reset his dislocated right arm, mobilizing the power within his body to heal his injuries.

Yu Ziqing, grinning, casually spit out a mouthful of bloody saliva and couldn't help but smile.

His efforts had not been fruitless; now, in a rush, he had finally exploded with a power beyond his normal days.

Even though that Eighth Tier Body Cultivator hastily changed his move and did not use his full strength, the fact that he didn't kill him with one palm strike, but only caused him a minor injury, and was instead hurt by him, pleased Yu Ziqing.

Yu Ziqing felt he could be a bit more arrogant now.

Body filled with Long Spear Fist power, piercing through, this punch he had refined successfully.

It was only that his own Realm was a bit low.

Once he reaches the Seventh Tier like the village chief, facing that Eighth Tier Body Cultivator who could withstand a punch from the chief and still stand, then Yu Ziqing would let him do as he wished.

King Xiang remained vigilant, observing his surroundings, while Feng Buju, the moment he noticed something amiss, immediately acted to seal off all disturbances.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, I told you, I'm an individual cultivator, I won't die that easily," Yu Ziqing grinned, showing his blood-stained teeth.

"It's okay, you don't need to intervene, just watch our surroundings and be on guard against sneak attacks."

Not far away, Yang rose to his feet, his body full of Evil Qi, his eyelids drooping, eyes full of murderous intent.

From the beginning, he followed Body Refinement, practicing daily with the village chief and only slightly fell at a disadvantage, though the chief didn't use his full strength, nor did he.

In close combat with that Eighth Tier Body Cultivator, Yang finally used his full strength.

His Body emanated steaming Evil Qi, driving away the nearby Evil Qi, and like Yu Ziqing, he also received an enhancement in strength here, growing stronger as he fought.

Yang's hooves continuously struck the opponent's face from tricky angles.

Eyes, throat, armpits, groin, kidneys—all were major targets.

As a palm strike was launched, Yang's head swerved, directly placing his horn against the opponent's palm.

With a squelch, he pierced through his palm, twisting his waist, and that previously ignored tail, wrapped with power like an iron whip, lashed at the man's crotch.

The man, whose palm was pierced without even a flinch, suddenly had his eyes bulging and his body involuntarily trembled slightly.

And with this tremble, an opening appeared.

Yang twisted his waist, with his internal power wrapped up as one, and with a turning body, his rear hooves hit the opponent's throat squarely.

The power burst through the body, a force his skin simply couldn't withstand.

All the power exploded from the back of his neck.

The membrane at the back of the man's neck bulged, forming a large bump accompanied by cracking sounds, slowly deflating as his body also fell down.

Watching this, Yu Ziqing's eyelids twitched; it was somewhat expected that Yang, after quietly advancing to the Seventh Tier and practicing Body Refinement and also secretly cultivating the Jinlan Secret Technique, could fight equally with just his goat body.

That was because the Eighth Tier Body Cultivator was somewhat lackluster.

Even if not from Jinlan Mountain, such as the last time they faced that Jinyi Wei Commander, if Yu Ziqing faced him with one palm, he would have been severely injured, not just slightly.

It was normal for Yang to win; Yu Ziqing was just shocked that Yang, this guy, had absolutely no martial ethics, using every possible means.

He had never seen Yang behave like this before.

Looking at King Xiang and Feng Buju, both were somber, their expressions that of seeing a mighty fighter.

As Yang crushed his opponent, his hands didn't stop. First, a strike carrying piercing power shattered the opponent's Blood Sea, then broke his limbs and neck vertebrae, and after shattering his heart, he used his tail to drag the body by one foot out of the scene.