Immortal of the Nine Realms

Fear filled everyone’s hearts.

Even the most powerful figures of the current era were forced to their knees by this overwhelming aura? Could the giant be the legendary Martial God—a being who could break through the void, surpassing even Martial Emperor?!

The Seven Kill Hall Master spoke hurriedly in a hushed tone, ”He called Xing Jintuo his younger cousin!”

Huyan Bing was drenched in cold sweat.

Things seemed to have gone far beyond their expectations. Xing Jintuo’s connections were far more powerful than they had ever imagined!

”Cousin, we are bound by blood. Must you be so aggressive?” Xing Jintuo asked, letting out a soft sigh. He slowly opened his eyes and looked at Xing Deshan.

Golden light flickered in his eyes, and suddenly, their surroundings trembled violently.

Before Xing Deshan could speak, he began to disintegrate, starting from his fist.

Xing Deshan cried out in fear, ”What’s happening!?”

He tried to retreat, but it was already too late. Half of his body was gone.

The cultivators who had accompanied him there gasped sharply at the sight, disbelief written all over their faces.

Xing Jintuo had supposedly lost all his cultivation and become a mere mortal, yet Xing Deshan, an Enlightenment Realm cultivator, couldn’t even withstand a single blow!

With a loud thud, Xing Deshan knelt before Xing Jintuo. ”Spare me, cousin!”

He was being devoured by a strange power. Despite the immense amount of spiritual energy he had, he was utterly powerless before this force. It was like a shrimp encountering a whale in an ocean!

Xing Jintuo sighed softly. ”Once I act, there’s no turning back. I can’t spare you.”

”You’re too vicious! I’m your blood relative! Must you scheme against me like this!?” shouted Xing Deshan angrily, his face twisting with resentment. ”If the sect finds out, the elders won’t let you go!”

Facing this man, Xing Jintuo no longer wished to speak. He continued punching, letting Xing Deshan be devoured bit by bit until not even ash remained.

”This kind of power...” muttered Fairy Yu with a bewildered expression. If she weren’t cultivating the Demonic Heavenly Scripture, she would have thought this man was walking the path of a devil himself.

The cultivators from the Great Expansion Dao Sect had thought that Xing Jintuo wasn’t worth worrying about. However, after witnessing the way Xing Deshan died, their expressions grew increasingly grave.

”Fang Chen came here with a purpose. The one he was looking for was Xing Jintuo! What kind of immortal technique is this!?”

They exchanged glances, greed flashing in their eyes. If they could obtain this immortal technique, wouldn’t they finally stand a chance even against sword cultivators?

Meanwhile, the other cultivators from the Free Transformation Sect glanced at each other. Then they turned in terror and fled.

They had no intention of stepping forward to question anyone. After all, their intentions had been impure to begin with. Not only had they failed to subdue Xing Jintuo, but they’d even lost Xing Deshan.

At that point, they didn’t dare to continue any further. Only one thought remained in their minds. Run! Run as far away as possible!

Before long, they had already fled over a hundred li away. Seeing that Xing Jintuo had no intention of pursuing them, they all breathed a sigh of relief.

One of them spoke up. ”This matter—”

Right then, a violent jolt shot through their bodies, and they instinctively reached for their necks.

Today’s snow seems... unusually cold?

The next moment, they followed in Xing Deshan’s footsteps, and they began to disintegrate.

They were body-refining cultivators, possessing physiques far stronger than ordinary people. Even so, they could not resist the invasion of that force and could only vanish... in despair!

Fang Chen wore a complicated expression. ”Even their souls are gone.”

In the world of cultivation, there was a saying, ”I’ll strike you until your soul is shattered.” In reality, what methods did cultivators have that could affect someone’s soul?

The soul in that saying usually referred to the Nascent Soul or Primordial Soul. It had little to do with the actual soul.

The soul was the final carrier of karma. The underworld was unique because it could manage these souls and disintegrate them into nothingness.

However, Xing Jintuo now possessed a technique capable of destroying a person’s karma foundation. It vaguely resembled the Skinning Technique. This technique might not be related to any Dao arts, but Fang Chen was certain it was a kind of Heavenly Abhorrence technique. Perhaps the technique had always existed, or perhaps it was Xing Jintuo’s own creation.

”To create a Heavenly Abhorrence technique...”

Fang Chen couldn’t help but feel a sense of awe. When he looked at Xing Jintuo again, there was a new trace of admiration in his eyes.

Regardless of whether the technique was Xing Jintuo’s own creation, his talent for this Dao was likely among the best in the world.

In the time that followed, Xing Jintuo simply continued throwing punches. With each strike, his age regressed. From an elderly man, he regressed to a middle-aged man, a young man, and finally to a teenage boy.

Now a buzz-cut youth, Xing Jintuo was brimming with vitality and had an extraordinary presence as he practiced a set of punches atop the snowy peak.

Everyone’s eyes remained fixed on him, afraid to miss even the slightest movement. They all hoped to gain insight from watching him.

Xing Jintuo only opened his eyes once while he was practicing, and he looked directly at Fang Chen. The meaning behind that glance needed no explanation.

The Seven Kill Hall Master appeared conflicted. ”He just looked at me.”

With a solemn expression, he bowed deeply to Xing Jintuo. Then he earnestly observed Xing Jintuo’s and the intent behind his fists.

The crowd was deeply shaken by this scene.

”The Seven Kill Hall Master paid his respects to Grandmaster Xing!”

”Grandmaster Xing has broken through the void. He is now a Martial God!”

At that moment, they let go of all hesitation. Like travelers in the desert who hadn’t drunk water for ten days, they hungrily tried to absorb the Dao that Xing Jintuo was now revealing.

Fairy Yu wore a serious expression. ”My lord, he hopes you can learn this technique.”

She also hoped Fang Chen could master it. Its power was undoubtedly equal to that of the sword cultivators.

Fang Chen observed quietly for a moment before sighing softly. ”I can’t learn it. To walk this path, I would have to abandon the Immortal Dao. At this point in my life, I cannot let it go. If I recklessly abandon everything now, the consequences would be unimaginable.”

He had already seen everything clearly. Xing Jintuo’s Dao contained not a trace of spiritual energy. His Dao was inherently opposed to the Immortal Dao; they were fundamentally incompatible.

Right then, thunderous rumbling reverberated through the air. The crowd’s blood seemed to pulse in sync with the rumbling. Changes were occurring in their bodies, and their aptitudes had improved significantly.

A figure appeared in the sky. ”What kind of technique is this...? How intriguing.”

The moment the crowd saw him standing in midair, they were struck with shock.

The figure said, ”This place truly is strange... but business comes first.”

His gaze landed on Fang Chen—or more accurately, on Fairy Yu standing beside him.

”Crimson Fiend Demonic Sovereign,” Fang Chen muttered, his brows furrowing slightly.

He prepared to use the World Gourd to take Fairy Yu away immediately.

However, in the next moment, Xing Jintuo looked up and hurled a punch toward the Crimson Fiend Demonic Sovereign.

Fang Chen’s eyes widened in surprise. ”He’s a third-transformation Loose Immortal...”

The Crimson Fiend Demonic Sovereign burst into laughter. The gesture of this little ant trying to strike him had hit his funny bone.

However, that laughter was cut short by Xing Jintuo’s punch. The Crimson Fiend Demonic Sovereign’s face twisted into a grimace as he was sent flying. Like a broken kite, he crashed headfirst into the snow.

Xing Jintuo wore a small smile as he walked toward Fang Chen.

The Seven Kill Hall Master and the others immediately stood upright and bowed to Xing Jintuo with utmost respect.

Just as they were about to speak, Xing Jintuo cupped his fists and bowed toward Fang Chen. ”Sword Chief Fang, I have cultivated my Dao to completion. This farewell marks the end of my life. Perhaps fate will bring us together again in my next life.”