Golden spiritual power condensed in his hand into a huge fist, carrying a momentum that could destroy heaven and earth as it smashed towards Zhao Mu.
Before the fist arrived, a powerful pressure already made Zhao Mu’s breathing difficult.
Zhao Mu’s face changed drastically. He hurriedly urged all his soul mist to condense into a huge soul shield.
“Bang!”
The fist collided with the soul shield, emitting a deafening loud noise.
The soul shield instantly became covered in cracks. Zhao Mu was even more shaken, retreating repeatedly, with black mist unique to soul bodies overflowing from the corners of his mouth.
“Impossible! How can your spiritual power be so strong?”
Zhao Mu roared in disbelief.
He could feel that Fan Tianyou’s spiritual power was not only vigorous but also carried a sacred aura, which had an extremely strong restraining effect on soul bodies.
“Because you’re too weak!”
The same question and the same answer, spoken from Zhao Mu and Fan Tianyou’s mouths!
After landing, Fan Tianyou launched another attack. The Golden Sky Divine Fist came one move after another, each deadly.
Golden fist shadows surged towards Zhao Mu like a tide, forcing him to retreat step by step.
An unprecedented fear surged in Zhao Mu’s heart.
He had thought Han Lie was already the limit of the younger generation, but he did not expect Fan Tianyou to be so powerful.
He wanted to repeat his old trick, using the speed of the soul body to sneak attack, but Fan Tianyou’s perception far surpassed Han Lie’s. No matter from which direction he attacked, it would be detected in advance.
“Golden Sky Divine Fist, Third Form, Golden Thunder Soul Annihilation!”
Fan Tianyou roared angrily. Golden spiritual power suddenly mixed with bursts of lightning, condensing into a huge thunder fist, smashing towards Zhao Mu.
This punch was not only immensely powerful, but the lightning also had a fatal damage to soul bodies.
Zhao Mu knew he could not resist it and could only muster all his strength to condense the last soul shield.
“Crack!”
The soul shield shattered instantly. The thunder fist solidly smashed into Zhao Mu’s body.
He let out a shrill scream. His soul body dissipated rapidly like ignited paper, leaving only a wisp of black mist, which was soon burned away by the lightning.
“Good!”
On the mountainside, even more intense cheers erupted than before. The cultivators waved their weapons one after another, the despair on their faces replaced by ecstasy.
“Fan Tianyou is too amazing! He scattered Zhao Mu’s soul with one punch!”
“The second on the Martial List truly lives up to his reputation! Now let’s see how the demon cultivators can be arrogant!”
“Kill all the demon cultivators, reclaim the Divine Capital!”
Wu Hao looked at Fan Tianyou standing calmly in the battlefield, excited to the point of tears welling up in his eyes, “Tianyou, well done! The Divine Kingdom thanks you!”
Zi Yuan also showed a relieved smile, her suspended heart finally at ease.
Han Lie was even more full of admiration, cupping his hands towards Fan Tianyou, “Brother Fan’s strength is outstanding. I feel ashamed of my inferiority.”
The laughter in the demon cultivators’ camp stopped abruptly. The Soul Devouring Venerable’s face became extremely gloomy, a trace of killing intent flashing in his empty eye sockets.
He did not expect there to be such a strong person among the younger generation of the Sixth Heaven, making his plan more troublesome.
Fan Tianyou looked up at the Soul Devouring Venerable, a cold glint flashing in his eyes, “Soul Devouring Venerable, next, it’s your turn!”
As Fan Tianyou’s words fell, the battlefield instantly fell into silence.
Everyone’s gaze focused on the Soul Devouring Venerable, waiting for the start of this peak confrontation.
However, the Soul Devouring Venerable suddenly let out a contemptuous cold laugh. That laughter was harsh like a broken gong, full of disdain.
“A mere child, daring to be presumptuous in front of this seat?”
The Soul Devouring Venerable sat on the lion’s head, looking down at Fan Tianyou from above, his empty eye sockets full of mockery, “You’re not qualified to make this seat act. Just let my subordinate play with you.”
As soon as his words fell, a figure slowly walked out from the demon cultivators’ team.
The newcomer was dressed in a purple gauze skirt, with an extremely beautiful face but carrying a demonic aura. In her hand was a pitch-black flute. It was none other than the Soul Devouring Venerable’s capable general, the Demon Sound Fairy Su Mei.
