With a sharp metallic clang, Yan Yuwei was sent flying backward, her blood splattering like plum blossoms in mid-air.
In that split second, Xu Yunfan seized the opportunity, grabbed the old man's wrist and twisted it backwards!
"Boom!"
The sound of wrist bones breaking was drowned out by the shouts of killing echoing throughout the building.
The old man's purplish-black face turned a deep purplish-red, and his severed wrist suddenly bulged with veins. His five fingers gripped Xu Yunfan's pulse like iron clamps, not giving Xu Yunfan a chance to get up and use the hammer.
If Xu Yunfan were to strike again, he would be in serious trouble today.
The two wrestled hand-to-hand across the banquet hall, knocking over a copper hot pot that spilled boiling oil, which burned into a winding fire snake on the ground.
The struggle for size was even more perilous, with each move being a deadly strike.
Xu Yunfan's head slammed into the blue brick ground. In the instant the bricks shattered, his abdominal muscles sprang up like springs, and he wrapped his legs around the old man's neck and flipped him over in mid-air.
As the old man was thrown towards the supporting pillar, the steel whip was lashed out, its tip hooking onto the wooden pillar and abruptly stopping his momentum.
The next second, the Thunderfire Qilin Hammer suddenly roared in.
"Get down!"
Xu Yunfan's muscles rippled like waves, his arm muscles swelled to twice their normal size, and the heavy hammer, imbued with the force of wind and thunder, crashed down.
The moment the hammer touched the top of the head, the old man suddenly opened his mouth and spewed out a stream of purple-black mist.
poisonous!
Xu Yunfan had to hold his breath and lean back, but his hammering force did not diminish at all.
The hammer head grazed the old man's scalp as he ducked in time, smashing the entire floor tile into dust.
Amidst the flying rubble, he spun around and executed a backflip, his heel striking the old man's shoulder blade like a battle axe.
"Snap!"
The sound of bone cracking was clearly audible.
The old man stumbled and knocked over the screen. When his back hit the wall, he suddenly used the momentum to kick back, and his only intact left hand lashed out at Xu Yunfan's throat like a scorpion's tail.
Xu Yunfan neither dodged nor avoided, but his trapezius muscle on the side of his neck suddenly bulged three inches, forcefully wedging his fingers between the muscles!
"Got you?"
Xu Yunfan grinned, revealing a mouthful of blood-stained, gleaming white teeth, as sharp as a wolf's.
"Wait, we can talk this over. He's just an apprentice, not a biological son. We can sit down and talk! It's not a life-or-death feud, why fight like this!"
The old man in purple robes spoke urgently. He had already seen Xu Yunfan raise his right hand to strike the heavy hammer, his arm muscles bulging and blood vessels visible between the muscles.
What shocked him most was that he then realized that the other party was not a martial artist who had reached the second level of mastery, but a martial artist who had reached the third level of mastery in terms of muscles, bones and skin.
How many people in the world can have such an appearance!
"You've actually mastered the three stages of cultivation! My Incense Sect has divine proof, and can grant you..."
Listening to the old man in purple robes, Xu Yunfan was thinking about how he had used too much force with his gums earlier, causing some bleeding. He realized he couldn't be so careless next time.
With that thought in mind, the hammer slammed down.
The moment the old man's skull caved in, the blood mist that burst from his seven orifices sprayed onto the wall in the shape of lotus flowers.
After a while, Xu Yunfan knelt on one knee, panting heavily, his heavy hammer still pressed firmly against the corpse.
Xu Yunfan shook the hammerhead, flinging off the flesh and blood.
Suddenly, a noise came from the pile of rubble. He threw half of his broken knife with his backhand and nailed the last black-clad man who was pretending to be dead to a pillar.
Yan Yuwei limped over, leaning on her broadsword. After the effects of the Melting Gold and Forging Iron Technique wore off, the bloody wounds all over her body were a shocking sight. It wasn't caused by the lackeys of the Incense Sect; the purple-robed elder's attack had almost pierced through her body.
If it weren't for the effect of the Melting Gold and Forging Iron Technique on external strength, which, when combined with Geng Metal for body tempering, she would probably have perished here.
She was confident she could escape unscathed even after fighting three opponents of a higher level, but to fight two major realms above her and not retreat, and even gain the upper hand at one point, was completely unexpected.
Facing a genius like Xu Yunfan, who could be described as a monstrous talent, almost caused her martial arts mental state to collapse.
Do those who descend from the top sects of the world also find it as easy as Xu Yunfan, fighting beyond their level as if it were as simple as eating and drinking?
This is no easy task.
Besides the gilded mace and the "Lin" stance, Xu Yunfan used every means at his disposal to kill the purple-robed elder. When the purple-robed elder pulled him into close combat, the elder's extremely penetrating spiral force frantically drilled into his body.
Every touch of fists, feet, palms, and claws sent a considerable shock through his body.
As a result, my blood and energy are somewhat scattered and need time to be restored.
This is enough to prove just how powerful the transformation from mortal to immortality, which is called the complete refinement of muscles, bones, and skin in ancient books, truly is.
She gazed at the old man's head embedded in the floor tiles, then looked up at the Cuibo Tower, which was almost a pile of ruins.
"The cooks at Cuibo Restaurant should be crying."
She suddenly raised her foot and stomped down hard, stepping on the old man in purple robes' chest.
Clang!
"hiss!"
Yan Yuwei staggered back a step, her face flushed. She really hadn't expected the old man in purple robes to be so resilient.
A kestrel suddenly flew past the window, and Xu Yunfan squinted at the dark figure that disappeared from sight in the blink of an eye.
The autumn wind carried the smell of burning into the broken window, and the outline of the distant Cuibo City appeared somewhat gloomy in the twilight.
He suddenly stood up, picked up the heavy hammer, and walked out, but then stopped abruptly.
On the dilapidated eaves of Cuibo Tower, the last half of a glazed tile fell into a raging fire caused by kerosene.
"What's wrong, Senior Brother Xu?"
Seeing Xu Yunfan standing still, Yan Yuwei felt a little strange and subconsciously gripped the broadsword and straightened her body.
"Be careful, there are people outside."
Xu Yunfan dragged the Thunderfire Qilin Hammer out of the ruins, the hammerhead carving a three-inch deep trench in the bluestone road.
His left arm hung unnaturally, a little sore from exerting too much force earlier, and he had fought extremely fiercely with the purple-robed elder in order to test his limits.
It needs time to calm down.
Just as they stood on the last remaining half of the gate of Cuibo Tower, where the manager of Cuibo Tower was shouting to rescue the buried disciples of Tiangong Cave, a blood-red banner suddenly rose at the end of the long street.
Three hundred followers of the incense cult marched in formation, their heavy steel shields striking the ground and sending sparks flying.
A twelve-foot-long hook-and-sickle spear emerged from between the shields, its tip coated with a ghostly blue venom, casting a gloomy and eerie light over the entire street.
In addition, people dressed in various colors, with pious expressions, followed closely behind.
"Tap, tap, tap..."
A crimson dragon-horse trampled the blue bricks of the street.
The figure on horseback was clad in gleaming armor, with two crimson spots peeking through the gaps in the visor.
As he slowly raised the eighteen-foot-long Mingwang Spear (Bright King Spear} in his hand, a blood-red light condensed at the tip of the spear. This was the blood energy that could only be seen in the Blood Exchange Realm, with mist gathering around his body!
A treasure!
Xu Yunfan's pupils contracted slightly as he stared at the spear for a while.
Only a master of the Blood Exchange Realm, who has mastered the integration of magical artifacts, can maintain the spear tip's radiance for so long.
Those at the Blood Transformation Realm are known in the martial arts world as renowned figures, whose fame resounds throughout an entire province. Wherever they go, they are a formidable force that cannot be ignored.
"Young Master Xu, do you know that you killed the most foolish of our sect's thirty-six patrol envoys?"
The voice beneath the visor sounded like metal scraping together: "However, I must thank you for saving me the trouble of being punished according to the rules."