The moment their palms met, Fang Shuwen let out a soft "Huh?" He felt that clashing with Cao Jiuyin was entirely different from fighting anyone else.

When his Palm Power landed, it felt less like striking a person... and more like hitting a mass of boneless flesh.

He could even see layers of ripples continuously spreading across Cao Jiuyin’s skin and flesh.

These ripples dispersed his force, spreading the once-concentrated Palm Power throughout Cao Jiuyin’s entire body. There, within the fat, it was continuously dissipated into nothing.

He had already found Cao Jiuyin’s Martial Arts peculiar when he’d watched him fight earlier.

Now that they were truly clashing, the sensation was much more tangible.

"What in the world is this Martial Arts you’re using?"

Fang Shuwen asked, curious.

This, however, gave Cao Jiuyin a fright...

He had been on the verge of killing Zuo Qingshuang, but this brat had unexpectedly interfered and saved her.

Now, he was on the verge of taking down the old monk from Nianhua Zen Temple. ’After that, I’ll go have a massive feast, and my Power will rise again.’

And now this brat had shown up again.

Therefore, he attacked with hatred this time, using ninety-five percent of his strength and holding back only a tiny fraction to guard against the unexpected.

The current stalemate was already something Cao Jiuyin found hard to believe. ’He’s so young! How can he possibly contend with me?’

’But not only was Fang Shuwen contending with him, he was even able to speak with ease!?’

’This brat... Is he an even bigger monster than I am?’

Fang Shuwen could speak, but Cao Jiuyin was unable to utter a word.

Although the Martial Arts he practiced were extraordinary, they were still fundamentally linked to the flow of his breath.

If he opened his mouth and broke his breathing, defeat would be instant and catastrophic.

How could Fang Shuwen have known any of this?

Seeing that he wasn’t talking, Fang Shuwen simply nodded.

"Just as I thought. People like you won’t talk honestly until you’re beaten to the point you can’t get back up."

"?"

A giant question mark appeared in Cao Jiuyin’s corpulent mind.

The next moment, he felt a force like a tsunami surging toward him. It instantly repelled his own attack and, with unstoppable momentum, charged into his meridians.

POP POP POP, POP POP POP!

The sound of exploding flesh was incessant. Under the bombardment of this immense force, even his massive frame could not avoid being sent flying back.

He was launched into the air like a giant cannonball, flying backward.

Accompanied by a whistling shriek, the ground rumbled and exploded everywhere he passed over.

Then, a series of BOOMS echoed as he smashed straight through the walls of Qiuyue Nunnery, toppling a statue of a Bodhisattva and plowing clear through the entire temple.

Fang Shuwen held his single-palm-strike posture. As the dust settled, the onlooking masters from the Seven Great Sects could only stare, utterly dumbfounded.

They suddenly understood why Zuo Qingshuang of Zhuji Pavilion held Fang Shuwen in such high esteem.

So much so that she was willing to go to war with Wentian Mansion to protect him.

’What kind of expert is this?’

’The might of that single palm is in no way inferior to that of the Seven Sect Leaders.’

Fang Shuwen paid no mind to their thoughts. He knew that one palm strike wouldn’t be enough to kill Cao Jiuyin, so he naturally had to give chase.

In a single stride, he was inside the temple. Looking at the toppled Bodhisattva statue, Fang Shuwen pressed his palms together.

"Please forgive the offense... I am only doing this to slay a demon."

With that, he took another stride, crossing the main temple hall and arriving in the rear courtyard.

He hadn’t even come to a full stop before an incredibly strange, metallic, bloody scent hit him.

As his gaze swept the area, even Fang Shuwen couldn’t help but narrow his eyes.

He saw that the empty courtyard was filled with piles of white bones.

The ground was dark and the soil damp, as if it had been soaked through with immense quantities of blood.

Fang Shuwen looked at Cao Jiuyin, who was embedded in a far wall, and spoke coldly.

"Those people... Why are only bones left? Where did their flesh go?"

Although Fang Shuwen already had a guess, recalling the earlier conversation between the old monk of Nianhua Zen Temple and Cao Jiuyin... he still couldn’t bring himself to believe such a worldly horror was possible.

Cao Jiuyin struggled to pull himself free from the wall, roaring with laughter as he slapped the fat on his own body.

"How fortunate they were! They received a great honor by becoming one with This King!"

An unprecedented coldness filled Fang Shuwen’s eyes.

"This is the Martial Arts you practice?"

"What This King cultivates is called the Flesh Nether Technique! By nourishing myself with flesh, it is the world’s number one Profound Technique! You..."

Before he could finish, Fang Shuwen had already lunged forward.

’He’d heard enough!’

’This was a Demon, through and through, beyond redemption, who had to be killed no matter what.’

Fang Shuwen had completely lost interest in him. He didn’t even want to hear another word from his mouth. His only thought was to beat this man to death!!

His body shot forward like an arrow loosed from a bow. In the blink of an eye, he was in front of Cao Jiuyin, a palm striking for his face.

Cao Jiuyin’s expression changed drastically!

Just from the rushing wind, he could tell that this palm strike from Fang Shuwen was on a completely different level from the last one.

With no time to say anything else, he crossed his palms and shoved them out fiercely.

He foolishly hoped to withstand Fang Shuwen’s strike with the strength of his own two hands.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to run... but while the Great Black Heaven God Palm seemed to rely on using absolute force to overcome any technique, it actually contained myriad variations. The strike Fang Shuwen was using was the final move, Mighty Virtue Demon Subduing. It was the ultimate technique of the Great Black Heaven God Palm. The moment he unleashed it, it locked down the space all around Cao Jiuyin, making it impossible to dodge no matter how he tried to maneuver.

At that point, it was better to meet the attack head-on than to passively receive it.

In that instant, the flesh all over his body rippled and frantically piled up, transferring every ounce of fat from his body onto his hands.

His hands swelled into a pair of gigantic palms!

In the next instant, however, Fang Shuwen’s Palm Technique fell.

As the three palms met, the world itself seemed to freeze for an instant.

Then, a ripple instantly spread across the giant palms.

POP POP POP, POP POP POP!!!

This time, the ripples didn’t just displace the flesh—they shattered it.

A powerful force radiated out from Fang Shuwen’s palm. Flesh and blood disintegrated madly, revealing the stark white bone beneath.

First his hands, then his wrists, then his forearms... The destruction spread all the way up...

Cao Jiuyin watched helplessly as his hands were stripped of their flesh, the unstoppable destruction spreading madly up his arms.

At the same time, a gash suddenly split his face from top to bottom, and he could faintly feel a residual Sword Qi upon it.

"No... this is impossible!!!"

Fang Shuwen’s Palm Power didn’t care whether he believed it or could accept it.

The immense power coursed through his entire body, shattering every inch of the flesh he had taken such pride in.

His bones had long since been shattered to pieces by the profound Palm Power, leaving nothing but his massive head.

An expression of intense unwillingness and disbelief remained on his large, fleshy face.

Just as it was about to fall to the ground, Fang Shuwen snatched it out of the air.

"Death is too good for you!"