Master of Strange Dao

Slowly, the village chief saw that the person opposite seemed to be himself, possessing even stronger power and without any hesitation.

That person inserted a single hand into Yu Ziqing's back, grasping Yu Ziqing's spine, rendering it unrecognizable, and transforming it into a shield, laughing wildly as he fought.

Striking a punch, yet at the critical moment, he adjusted his stance to avoid Yu Ziqing.

In an instant, he exposed a great flaw, and that person sneered, turning his hand to punch the village chief's abdomen.

In a flash, power surged forth, and the village chief's figure turned into a blur, crashing heavily onto the ground.

With a thunderous muffled sound, a large pit several miles across appeared, with web-like cracks spreading from the pit, extending in all directions.

The village chief's abdomen caved in, and he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, severely injured.

His blood-soaked eyes saw a world of crimson, saw Yu Ziqing's face filled with agony, his eyes harboring a wish to die, silently telling him not to hold back, to strike with deadly force.

The village chief struggled to sit up, his entire skeleton seemingly shattered.

He saw that person dragging Yu Ziqing, rushing into Jinlan Mountain, launching a massacre.

The obedient Little Tree Demon was slapped into powder with a single palm, leaving only a part with a crying face hanging on the trunk, falling to the ground, its hollow eyes silently staring at him.

"Kill me..." Yu Ziqing shouted with difficulty, his voice barely audible.

The village chief's eyes were all red, and in his mind, he couldn't help but recall the great calamity in Jinlan Village from so long ago.

Back then, the village was still inhabited by mortals, and he saw blood and severed limbs falling, saw lives withering away.

The qi-blood in his entire body resonated as if with his heartbeat, all his strength reaching an unprecedented unity at that moment.

Muscles surged, connecting the broken bones, fragments of bones were adjusted by the power of qi-blood, returning to their original positions.

Thereafter, his realm silently advanced to the Eighth Tier Shattering God Realm.

His thoughts had never been so purely unified, even in the previous battle with that Ninth Tier, he hadn't been suppressed to this extent.

He forgot everything, his divine soul silently merging into his flesh, without experiencing the perilous step of shattering the god.

He could no longer perceive any pain.

All kinds of concerns, worries, happiness, and unhappiness buried deep in his heart were all gone.

Silently advancing to the Shattering God Realm, yet without shattering the divine soul, it completely merged with the flesh.

Hence forth, qi-blood, flesh, muscles, bones, divine soul, thoughts, will, everything reached an extreme unity, an extreme focus.

His qi-blood burned, the injuries to his flesh rapidly healed, blood-colored flames burning.

His body slowly floated up, this time not relying on physical strength to forcibly borrow force, two streams of hot air sprayed from his nostrils.

The village chief stood up, took a light breath, stepped forward, and with the Half-Step Divine Skill technique, appeared instantly in front of that person.

The unprecedented unity allowed him to control his power with unprecedented finesse.

He delivered a punch, exhausting all his strength.

At this moment, however, there was no manifestation of power, not even the sound of it breaking through the air, seeming like a feeble punch from an old man.

That person imitated the move, and at the moment the punch fell, he shielded himself with Yu Ziqing.

Yet this time, the village chief's power fell without hesitation on Yu Ziqing, who was barely alive.

Yu Ziqing's figure paused slightly, and the next moment, that person's hand holding Yu Ziqing suddenly turned to powder.

The power, swift as lightning, instantly penetrated his entire body.

In the blink of an eye, that person took a step back, looking a bit shocked.

There was no explosive force, but rather his body continued to disintegrate, turning into fragments, fragments into smaller fragments, smaller ones into powder, and the powder into nothingness.

Ten-fold perfect control of power, ten-fold perfect execution of Hitting the Bull from a Distance.

Even if Yu Ziqing in front of him had but one breath left, just a small amount of force could end his life.

But Yu Ziqing, pressed against the village chief's fist, remained unscathed, undergoing no change.

All the power was completely applied to the opponent, without a single bit wasted or leaking.

This was the extreme theoretical control and skill described in the Jinlan Mountain classics concerning the Hitting the Bull from a Distance technique.

Every bit of strength obeyed like an arm directing a finger, hard or soft as needed, without a trace of waste.

With a punch, in a flash, everything around collapsed, the continuous force forcibly disintegrating everything here, transforming it back into that illusory, semi-real world.

The village chief stood in place, looking around, seeing nothing but mist.

And the Yin Devil, controlling all this, who was slowly walking toward the interior of Jinlan Mountain, suddenly glanced in the village chief's direction, eyes carrying a hint of astonishment.

An individual cultivator, purely a body cultivator, a Seventh Tier body cultivator, forcibly shattered the nightmare prison he had constructed?

Looking again, seeing that it was only the nightmare prison that was shattered, yet he did not escape, the Yin Devil paid no more attention, continuing onward.

He needed to find the Earth Devil Venerate to rescue him.

In another fragment, inside an extremely large building, various materials were piled up, along with Alchemy Furnace, Artifact Refining Furnace, various Magical Treasure equipment, and various Jade Scrolls.