Between heaven and earth, dead silence reigned.
Wuji Tianzun stood in the void like an unrivalled heavenly emperor, awe-inspiring and soul-shaking.
On the ground, Ye Qiu’s heart leapt into his throat.
“How is Wuji Tianzun that strong?” Long-browed Zhenren’s throat felt parched. That sense of despair surged up once more.
Gu Du Wudi had been sent flying, blood spraying everywhere. When he finally steadied himself, a horrific wound had opened across his chest, revealing white bone.
“I told you, you cannot kill this seat,” Wuji Tianzun said calmly.
“Hmph.” Gu Du Wudi snorted coldly. A blazing orb of light appeared over his chest wound and, in moments, the injury healed completely.
The killing intent in his eyes burned brighter. He strode forward.
“Boom!”
Gu Du Wudi attacked.
“Kill!”
He roared like a man possessed, hair standing on end, fists hammering the heavens.
“Rumble…”
The void shuddered violently.
“Pointless. You are no match for this seat. Accept your fate!” Wuji Tianzun swept out his right palm.
In an instant, the yin-yang qi in his palm erupted like a tsunami, sweeping forth.
Soon, Gu Du Wudi was completely enveloped by the yin-yang qi.
“Form my world, reverse yin and yang.”
At Wuji Tianzun’s soft command, the yin-yang qi became a vast mist, a miniature world that tightly wrapped around Gu Du Wudi, humming ominously.
Everyone could clearly see Gu Du Wudi age in the blink of an eye. Wrinkles criss-crossed his face like the bark of a withered tree.
His vitality, essence, and spirit were rapidly draining away.
“Not good! Wuji Tianzun is siphoning Senior Gu Du’s essence and spirit. He wants to refine him alive!” Ye Qiu saw through the intent and cried out in alarm.
“I wonder if Senior Gu Du can break free of Wuji Tianzun’s technique?” Long-browed Zhenren’s expression was grave.
All their hope now rested on Gu Du Wudi. If he fell, none of them would survive.
“Boom!”
At that moment, Gu Du Wudi swung his fist. Unlike his previous lightning-fast strikes, this punch was extremely slow, yet its power had increased hundreds of times over. The surrounding void seemed about to shatter.
The yin-yang qi encasing him began to crack.
“Not bad. An ordinary saint wielding Great Saint-level combat power. Impressive,” Wuji Tianzun remarked serenely.
His tone was that of a lofty monarch praising a junior.
“Just impressive?” Gu Du Wudi snorted coldly and continued punching the heavens.
His fist technique was ferocious. It forcibly raised his combat strength to terrifying heights, granting him inconceivable power. The yin-yang qi around him cracked and crumbled without cease.
From Gu Du Wudi’s body, everyone felt an aura of absolute supremacy.
Far away,
Yun Shan stared at Gu Du Wudi’s fists for a long while before his pupils suddenly contracted. He cried out, “This is the Across the Four Seas and Eight Wastelands, I Alone Am Supreme Fist!”
Yun Shan was stunned beyond belief. In his memory, this fist art had vanished from the cultivation world many years ago.
He had only read fragmentary descriptions of it in an ancient peerless manual, far from complete.
Yet the manual stated that this fist art was extraordinarily difficult to master.
Throughout history, only a handful of people had ever succeeded, and every one of them had stood at the absolute pinnacle of the cultivation world.
“Who exactly is this Gu Du Wudi?”
“How does he know this lost fist art?”
While Yun Shan pondered, Gu Du Wudi’s punches grew even fiercer.
“Boom!”
Every swing of his fist carried world-destroying might. The yin-yang qi binding him was finally blasted apart by sheer force.
“Crack…”
Countless massive fissures spread hundreds of zhang, collapsing endlessly. The void itself seemed on the verge of disintegration.
This was absolute power, capable of smashing through any obstruction.
“Bang!”
Hair whipping wildly, Gu Du Wudi advanced, closing in on Wuji Tianzun.
“This daddy will kill you.”
One punch descended, causing the surroundings to collapse continuously, as though everything were ceasing to exist.
“You are excellent, but killing this seat is still far beyond you.”
Wuji Tianzun did not move from his spot, left hand still behind his back. He gently raised his right and pressed forward.
“Bang!”
Fist met palm. Aside from the heaven-shaking collision, long trails of sparks flew, like divine weapons clashing, exceptionally fierce.
Then Wuji Tianzun’s palm blazed with boundless light. He flipped it over and slapped downwards.
“Pfft!”
Multiple holes were blasted through Gu Du Wudi’s body, blood pouring like rivers.
Some wounds passed clean through, exposing bone beneath the skin. It was a ghastly sight.
Yet Gu Du Wudi did not utter a single groan. His fists pressed forward relentlessly, unstoppable, invincible.
Wuji Tianzun blocked every strike with just his right hand, then flicked the back of it.
“Bang!”
Gu Du Wudi’s body bent like a shrimp. He was hurled a hundred li backwards, divine blood glittering like ten thousand stars in the void.
“You are too weak!”
Wuji Tianzun’s indifferent voice echoed thousands of li, ringing through heaven and earth. Everyone who heard it felt a chill run through their entire body.
Bloody hell, calling a saint too weak? Then what are the rest of us, less than trash?
Countless cultivators cursed inwardly.
Yet most of all, they were shaken.
If anyone else had said it, it would sound like boasting, but Wuji Tianzun had genuinely sent Gu Du Wudi flying, and with only one hand.
In other words, Wuji Tianzun had not yet revealed his full strength.
“Little brat, that old fellow’s cultivation is higher than Senior Gu Du’s. If this keeps up, it’s not looking good,” Long-browed Zhenren said.
Ye Qiu knew the situation was dire for them. If the fight continued, even a saint like Gu Du Wudi might perish here.
Long-browed Zhenren continued, “We have only two paths now: flee for our lives, or find a way to help Senior Gu Du.”
“If Senior Gu Du can kill them, we’ll be safe.”
“Unfortunately, our cultivation is too low. We can’t help at all…”
Before he finished speaking,
“There might still be a way.”
Ye Qiu pulled out the God-Beating Whip and said, “Senior Gu Du gave me this whip. Time to return it to its owner. I hope it lets him slay Wuji Tianzun.”
Long-browed Zhenren’s eyes lit up. He laughed, “This whip is extraordinary. With it in hand, Wuji Tianzun is finished.”
“Senior!” Ye Qiu shouted, hurling the God-Beating Whip high into the sky.
The moment Gu Du Wudi caught it, his aura transformed. That invincible presence surged forth once more. One lash cracked across the void, sending Wuji Tianzun staggering.
