Master of Strange Dao

"Picked it up? That's bullshit. Try picking one up for me!"

A hand turned into a fist and punched the giant shark's skull.

Instantly, the words in the giant shark's mouth were forced back, leaving it dazed on the spot.

Then another hand turned into a hand blade, directly ignoring the giant shark's slippery yet incredibly tough skin and stabbed into the back of the skull.

In a flash, the remaining four fists turned into a storm of blows, relentlessly pounding down.

Simple and brutal, but effective.

In the distance, the Flying Boat from Dali slowed down, stopped far away, then continued to move back, leaving the battlefield clear.

On the boat's bow, the eastern defense troops listened to the muffled thuds in the distance, their eyelids twitching.

"We should retreat a bit, further back, that bastard is toast, let's not get caught up in it."

The Dali people quietly retreated, watching the battle from afar.

The tough-skinned, thick-fleshed giant shark's huge skull was already deformed, as if filled with water, beaten into a complete distortion.

It was more out-breath than in-breath.

Though they all knew, the giant shark was indeed not lying.

The Life Temple was indeed not dug by it, but picked up from another demon and hung on its waist to show off.

This display, for the East Sea Sea Clan and Demon Clan, was of the highest caliber.

But now, it was obvious, no one would dare to wise up to the skin-peeling boss about this.

It didn't matter, they were dead anyway.

The beating lasted a full three days, the skin-peeling boss, relying on three pairs of iron fists, with pure brute force, beat the giant shark to death.

The massive body seemed to have turned into a pile of rotten flesh, and the skin-peeling boss casually tore off a piece and put it in his mouth.

Then immediately spit it out.

"Bah, it's a Great Demon, yet the meat is still foul."

He dragged the limp, muddy Great Demon all the way to the shore, casually tossed it on the shore, dispersed his Divine Skills, returned to normal form, and carried his Life Temple off.

Only then did the people of Dali dare to approach, looking at the Great Demon's corpse, someone couldn't help but sigh.

"A Great Demon, tough-skinned and thick-fleshed, just beaten to death like this..."

A general flew in from the eastern army, directing the men, and the people from Lihuo Institute had already taken their places, ready to dismember the Great Demon's corpse.

"According to the skin-peeling boss's usual rules, we can take half of it after we process it.

But seeing that boss's temperament, he probably despises this foul meat."

"Don't worry about it, just process it."

An elder from Lihuo Institute quickly instructed.

"Even keep the poop, don't waste anything."

In an instant, everyone turned their heads, the elder sneered.

"What are you looking at? His poop might be more valuable than blood."

They had waited for so many years for a chance to get some Great Demon's poop, these people understood nothing.

If they could turn it into fertilizer, based on past research, it could at least be used for planting low-level Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures.

Moreover, the effect was far better than burning Spirit Jade.

In terms of rarity, it was definitely scarcer than Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures.

A Great Demon, being dismembered on the shore, its entire body, including the poop, was a treasure.

The least valuable was the meat.

The power it contained was too fierce for ordinary people to withstand; those who could endure it didn't care for the foul-tasting meat.

In the end, it still required complex processing to turn it into power that cultivators or even mortals could absorb.

Experts couldn't use it; those less capable couldn't afford it.

However, just judging by effectiveness, it was still a top-notch scarce resource.

The majority were not picky.

After the skin-peeling boss came back, he casually killed a Great Demon and left it alone.

He couldn't even care about the Life Temple being dug up. It was just a matter of face.

What he urgently wanted to know was what had happened.

However, after returning for a few days and asking around for updates, he learned about things that happened over the years.

Yet no one knew what major event had occurred recently.

No one had any information on what he wanted to ask, nor did anyone feel anything.

Instead, a few of his acquaintances asked about his void exploration.

The answer, of course, was no gains.

He wanted to go to the void to try to find an opportunity to break through to the Tenth Tier.

Ever since the Hungry Ghost suddenly came into being and the King of Hungry Ghosts returned from the void, reaching the Tenth Tier,

it had inspired many, not just him attempting this.

As far as he knew, the Dragon Tiger Daoist from Daqian was also attempting it; the two had even vaguely crossed paths in the void.

However, after years of exploring the void, he felt nothing, still without the feeling of touching the Tenth Tier threshold.

But this time, the clashes of Dao he felt instead gave him a slightly different feeling.

As if the opportunity had flashed before him.

He needed to understand what had happened.

...

In Dadui's palace city, Yu Ziqing was still asleep, just like last time when he was exhausted from overexerted sword drawing.

His whole body was relaxed, the power of Qi-Blood flowing slowly, and the power of the Yin God naturally dissipated.

The two occasionally intertwined, sometimes there was a hint of fusion, even if just the beginning, the sense of mutual isolation completely disappeared.

Next to Yu Ziqing's Yin God, the Earth Deity Origin also seemed to fall into slumber.

The sacred sound of the sages turned into indistinct murmurs, like a lullaby.