"Has this person gone crazy? Seeking death isn't done like this. He actually dares to directly charge into the Barbarian grand army to contend against the Winter Cave Army Lord? Does he really think the billions of troops in the Barbarian grand army are made of paper paste? Playing this trick of taking the head of a high-ranking general from amidst an army of ten thousand?"
Upon seeing this scene, the group of Heavenly Court Divine Prison law enforcement disciples was also not lightly shocked.
"This person has indeed gone crazy, or else he thinks a King Grade Immortal Weapon is invincible under heaven. The Barbarian grand army has already set up its defensive formations, evolving out tens of millions of times and spaces and various array methods. I'm afraid before he can even charge up to kill in front of the Army Lord, he will be besieged. Bombarding directly from the sky to fight the Army Lord would be perfectly fine, yet he actually went deep within."
"If that is the case, even if he perishes, we will not be able to get the Ghost Martial Sacred Diagram."
"Humph, this person is not a fool either. Although he doesn't know the immensity of heaven and earth, under circumstances where he is obviously sending himself to death, he will not do it. He definitely has a trump card as well. But we must also be fully prepared, catalyzing the Nine Heavens Nine Earths Falling Thunder Hegemon Great Chief Heavenly Lord Dao Art. When the time comes, we will break open the Barbarian Clan army with a single strike."
"Is that so? However, this Dao art requires the cooperation of every single one of us, coordinating with full strength, burning lifespan together, and the mana must also be precise, unable to tolerate the slightest error."
"Rest assured, we have deduced it many times in the Myriad Lives Thunder Pool."
The group of Heavenly Court Divine Prison law enforcement disciples was calculating and planning again, their atmosphere suddenly turning tense.
Deep within the Barbarian grand army, upon that savage throne, the Winter Cave Army Lord suddenly stood up, seemingly incensed by Fang Han's bold action as well. On his tattoo-covered face, a cruel trace of a smile manifested. Grasping his palm, a Barbarian Clan army banner appeared in his palm. Giving it a fierce wave, it fluttered loudly. Immediately, the killing aura increased greatly. All the Barbarian Clan troops received the order and gathered toward the center. Black qi permeated, eroding out one wormhole after another within time and space.
Within the void, there were obstacles resembling close at hand yet worlds apart everywhere.
Squads of Barbarian Clan generals, warriors, and braves joined together, covering the space completely, and launched attacks, bombarding the shadow of Fang Han, intending to do their utmost to wear away the power of the Ghost Martial Sacred Diagram.
Within the alternate dimension space, one distinct realm powerhouse after another struck out destructive immortal spells toward Fang Han. Tens of thousands of billions of attacks layered upon one another toward Fang Han.
At this moment, even a Saint would perish.
This kind of siege had already surpassed the limit. The power of one person contending against the grand army of an entire race.
However, Fang Han unleashed some unknown Dao art. The pair of wings on his back flickered unsteadily, and the Ghost Martial Sacred Diagram wrapped around him. It was as if he leapt out of the three realms with a single bound, walking unhindered, untouchable by myriad dharmas. Not a single attack landed onto his body.
He seemed like a shadow, with form but no substance, shuttling unsteadily amongst the Barbarian grand army and the distinct realm grand army. He rapidly approached the core savage throne. The attacks of those grand armies fell upon empty air one after another, and instead injured themselves.
For a time, no one had anticipated that Fang Han possessed such capability, causing a riot within the Barbarian grand army. Time and space collapsed and shattered everywhere. Block after block of time and space crystals were blasted apart by mana, and heaven and earth lay in a state of great shattering.
Swoosh!
Fang Han arrived deep within the core of the Barbarian grand army, approaching the savage throne, and saw that Barbarian Clan Army Lord Saint who stood up from the savage throne.
This Winter Cave Army Lord was robust and towering, a full two heads taller than Fang Han, with the back of a tiger and the waist of a bear. The dense tattoos covering his entire body would make one absolutely unforgettable for all eternity with just a single glance.
Only upon truly approaching this Barbarian Clan Saint did Fang Han feel a suffocating flavor. With any casual movement from the other party's body, it felt as if one had stark nakedly arrived in the ancient savage world, surrounded by countless savage giant beasts.
Furthermore, Fang Han felt that even the Ghost Martial Sacred Diagram was suppressed by this Barbarian Clan Saint. At this moment, he was truly facing a Saint, a powerful Army Lord, in a one-on-one duel.
However, the more oppressive the aura, the more his fighting intent boiled continuously in his heart. He even knew that what he lacked was the tempering of fighting intent. If this time he could engage in a duel to the death with a Barbarian Clan Saint completely to his heart's content, it would definitely have immense benefits for him breaking through to the Dao of a Saint.
"Human cultivator? You alone actually dare to charge to kill amidst the grand army of three hundred and fifty billion Barbarian Clan warriors commanded by me. I, the Winter Cave Army Lord, greatly admire your courage. After killing you, I will make you into a puppet and place it upon the sacrificial altar. Now tell me, what last words do you have?"
An intense mental undulation, a savage aura, transmitted into Fang Han's sea of consciousness.
"Cut the nonsense, fight!" Fang Han's body swayed and transformed into thirty-three shadows. Throwing a single punch, he directly struck out thirty-three times the vast combat strength.
The reason he penetrated deeply into the Barbarian grand army was exactly to better unleash his supreme arts for a fight completely to his heart's content. With endless and boundless densely packed Barbarian grand armies acting as obstacles, the people outside could fundamentally not see clearly what was happening inside.
Thirty-three shadows, each transforming into an differently patterned Fang Han, deducing different Daos of martial arts, each with different temperaments. There was the elegance and nimbleness of the Heaven-Stealing Dao, the heaviness of the Heaven-Supporting Dao, the compassion of the Heaven-Mending Dao, the domineering and robustness of the Heaven-Crumbling Dao…
Fang Han's martial arts greatly advanced. Under the empowerment of the Heavenly Zen Buddha Emperor, he also obtained all the martial Dao experience and profound martial meanings of this Supreme Immortal Emperor. Digesting them one by one, the Thirty-Three Heavens Good Fortune Divine Fist entered an infinitely more profoundly miraculous and unpredictable realm of invincibility. Between the unleashing of the divine fist, above the head of every single body, a Gate of Good Fortune opened, and inside, power of good fortune like long rivers poured down continuously, morphing Fang Han's thirty-three bodies into the embryonic forms of Good Fortune Artifacts.
The state of heaven and earth as one body fully unfolded.
At this moment, Fang Han's entire person transformed into the initial form of Good Fortune Artifacts, confronting strength with strength, carrying out a destructive strike against the Barbarian Clan Saint.
"Buzz!"
A ring of light waves diffused outward. With a crack, the savage throne of that Barbarian Clan Saint cracked inch by inch, and then collapsed with a loud bang, turning into powder. This savage throne was a Peerless Grade Immortal Weapon; how could it withstand Fang Han's current fist wind? It was directly shattered by a single punch and turned to flying ash. All of its quintessential qi was also sucked away by Fang Han in a single punch, fusing into the power of his own fist technique, adding even more strength.
"Bang bang bang…" Bang bang bang bang… A consecutive series of explosive sounds transmitted from beside the Saint Army Lord Winter Cave, which were actually some Barbarian Clan guards being blasted open completely and torn apart in succession under Fang Han's single punch. There were even some Primordial Immortal level Barbarian Clan warriors who also could not withstand the aftermath of this punch from Fang Han.
"Thirty-three times combat strength! The Good Fortune Divine Fist that makes our Barbarian Clan shrink in terror at the mere news…" Spotting Fang Han's starting stance and fist wind, in an instant, this Saint Army Lord understood exactly what kind of fist technique's mighty power it was. Back then, when the Good Fortune Immortal King swept across the Barbarian Clan sideways, an unknown number of ancient grand lords and Heavenly Lord level experts among the Barbarians had been slaughtered, all perishing beneath this set of divine fists. Encountering this distinct divine fist, as long as one was of the Barbarian Clan, a shudder would arise deep within their soul.
"Kill!"
A gaze of hatred shot out sharply from the eyes of this Barbarian Clan Saint Army Lord Winter Cave. He moved. This supreme Saint moved. The moment he acted, he unfolded the mighty power of a Saint. The five fingers arched completely by their roots. The aura emitting from above every single finger was earth-shattering, rising up to blot out the sky, and transformed into structures resembling five sky-supporting pillars.
The tattoos on his body also came alive, evolving out one divine diagram, sacred diagram, and Dao diagram after another, revolving all around his body.
Striking out a palm, he actually used the power of his physical body to forcibly shake Fang Han's Thirty-Three Heavens Good Fortune Divine Fist, thirty-three times combat strength.
Rumble! The two great divine powers clashed viciously in the very center of the Barbarian grand army's core. A massive storm swept outward, forming tens of thousands of billions of storm dragons, destroying an unknown number of warriors of the Barbarian Clan and distinct realms.
Fang Han's entire body cracked, and densely packed cracks resembling porcelain appeared on his body, shocking the eyes. Even the Ghost Martial Sacred Diagram was struck until it flew up into the air, detaching from his side.
As for that Barbarian Clan Saint Army Lord, fresh blood seeped out of his body, staining the tattoos blood red. But his face was heavy, and the aura upon his body was instead turning heaven and earth upside down, becoming increasingly intense. It seemed that being injured had instead made him excited. Sure enough, this Saint was not that easily defeated. Under the killing strike of Fang Han unleashing thirty-three times combat strength, he was still able to calmly contend against it.
"Since you have learned the Good Fortune Divine Fist, then I can keep you even less. In the future, you will become the greatest enemy of my Barbarian Clan. Barbarian God Descends to the World, Savage Divine Fist!"
The Saint Army Lord Winter Cave underwent a full body explosion, his tattoos vibrant. Gripping his large hand, a mass of storm condensed in his palm, transforming into a savage fist, and bombarded straight toward Fang Han. In a single step, Fang Han felt time and space change, finding himself arriving in the desolate desert of a civilization, entirely filled with savagery, wildness, cruelty, and stark nakedness.
This punch thoroughly manifested to the fullest the mighty power of a Saint.
"What a formidable Savage Dao, using savagery to destroy and trample upon civilization!" Fang Han seemingly felt that all the numerous civilizations in his own Epoch Book were experiencing a feeling of being trampled upon.
He once again gathered his full body strength, and a wave of Heaven-Mending crystal mist fused into his body. In an instant, reaching the aura of his peak full strength, thirty-three times the Good Fortune Divine Fist struck out with a loud boom once more.
At exactly the same time, the Ghost Martial Sacred Diagram flew over again to carry out obliteration.
The two great experts clashed together once again, intertwining blood and fire. In a split second, true qi exploded, and space shattered. All origin qi was swept completely clean, and heaven and earth transformed into chaos, as if an old epoch had met its demise and a new epoch had been born.
"Bang!"
With his Savage Dao, the Saint Army Lord Winter Cave's fist technique was earth-shattering. Carrying the mighty power of a Saint, he actually forcibly broke through the thirty-three times combat strength and struck upon Fang Han's chest.
This punch struck Fang Han to the point where multiple crystal divine kingdoms throughout his whole body turned to ash, and an unknown number of ancestral gods within the divine kingdoms all perished. With this single blow, Fang Han's body lost half of its origin energy.
But in a split second, countless crystal mists permeated out. His body rapidly repaired itself at a speed visible to the naked eye. As if time was flowing backward, he surprisingly recovered the vitality he had at his peak full strength once again.
"Kill!"
His body completely unfurled, spreading out his hands and feet, unleashing thirty-three times combat strength in succession, and besieged the Winter Cave Saint once more.
The Winter Cave Saint Army Lord's face turned cold: "How could there be such a tyrannical recovery ability…"