Faced with Fang Han's sarcastic, provocative, and insulting words, as a master of the demonic path and ranked sixth on the Longevity Candidate List, "Xue Wuyang" finally could not hold back any longer and made his move. However, he still remembered Immortal Venerable Linglong's rules and did not attack Fang Han directly, but instead reached for the hundred High Grade Treasure Artifacts that Fang Han had released.
This could be considered playing on the edge of the rules.
After all, Fang Han had just said that Xue Wuyang could also take one.
When Xue Wuyang made his move, he did not intend to take just one piece; he wanted to collect them all to give Fang Han a huge embarrassment. In competing with wealth, he had lost disastrously, so he could only try to regain his face through dharma power. As the first true disciple of the Blood Shadow Demon Sect, his status was equivalent to Hua Tiandu, incredibly noble, and he was one of the supreme powerhouses below the Longevity Mystic Realm. Being just half a step away from becoming an eternal giant, he absolutely could not lose face here.
"The hundred treasures you have here are dazzling. Asking me to choose one, I cannot make a good choice in a short time. I can only take them back and choose slowly. After picking for eight or ten years, when I select a satisfactory one, you can come to my Blood Shadow Demon Sect's mountain gate to find me and take these treasures back."
As Xue Wuyang made his move, his voice was simultaneously majestic. A bloody soundwave rushed straight at Fang Han. This was the Great Soul-Seizing Demon Sound. Executed with his methods, even masters of the fifth tier of the Divine Ability Realm, the Heaven and Human Realm, would have their souls directly shattered and die a violent death.
His large bloody hand was also a divine ability he had painstakingly cultivated for many years, called the "Blood Demon Great Hand Seal," which was as famous as the Yellow Springs Demon Sect's divine ability, the Heaven-Shrouding Demon Hand. However, Ghost Emperor's Heaven-Shrouding Demon Hand was not as formidable as this Great Hand Seal because Ghost Emperor was not yet able to rank in the top ten of the Longevity Candidate List.
Ghost Emperor's ranking was only within the top thirty.
The Great Soul-Seizing Demon Sound and the Blood Demon Great Hand Seal.
The two divine abilities were executed with lightning speed, grabbing toward the hundred High Grade Treasure Artifacts in the air. Anyone would think that these hundred treasure artifacts would definitely change hands this time. Although Fang Han was fierce and his reputation was widespread, in the eyes of many, he still fell somewhat short compared to an existence like Xue Wuyang, who had cultivated for hundreds of years, had an illustrious reputation as the demonic sect's first true disciple, and was about to step into the Longevity Mystic Realm.
"Taking by force? You took a fancy to my High Grade Treasure Artifacts? These insignificant treasure artifacts are also worthy of your attention? What a country bumpkin, a person who has never seen treasures. And you dare to compete with me for Immortal Venerable Linglong's three great divine abilities? Go home and drink milk for another two years before coming back."
In an instant, Fang Han's gaze chilled, and his entire person seemed to put on a different face and aura. His body stood tall, propping upward, and he directly swung a punch in three-thousandths of an instant! Bo! An unparalleled punch force slammed directly onto Xue Wuyang's Blood Demon Great Hand Seal.
Immediately, the surging bloody light was scattered by the punch!
Since Fang Han formed his Golden Core, his ninety types of divine abilities could completely suppress powerhouses of the "Xing Miexie" level. Relying on magic treasures, the Yellow Springs Diagram, and the Eight Divisions Pagoda, he could even stand toe-to-toe with super characters like Yan Shuiyi. Not even Fan Qingying could kill him.
But now, although he could not use the two Dao Artifacts, the "Yellow Springs Diagram" and the "Eight Divisions Pagoda," by absorbing the life essence of the Seven Great God Kings, he had cultivated a half-immortal body! His five seas of consciousness had expanded by one-third. Though his explosive power remained close to the force of a hundred million galloping fierce horses, his dharma power had become much longer-lasting. Relying solely on the half-immortal body, he could contend with Yan Shuiyi and Fan Qingying, competing for the number one position on the Longevity Candidate List.
After dispersing the bloody light with one punch, Fang Han's body fiercely shot upward, directly expanding to double its size, fully as tall as more than two people, like a giant spirit heavenly god. Every pore sprayed out lightning astral energy, faintly transmitting the sounds of blowing the great dharma conch and beating the great dharma drum. There were even the surging rushing of earth, water, fire, and wind; it seemed as if a world was brewing inside his body.
"Om!"
His body vibrated a full hundred thousand times in the blink of an eye and then vanished.
"Not good!"
Xue Wuyang was a master, a supreme master, the first true disciple of the Blood Shadow Demon Sect, ranked even higher than Xing Miexie. He had fought countless times, and his mind was already crystal clear through life and death. At this moment, he immediately sensed intense danger. Almost before his intent could move, his body made a natural reaction. The natal primordial spirit he had painstakingly cultivated for many years, the Blood King God, flew out. All around it were dense bloody lights and bloody scales, with bloody holes rising and falling one after another. The bloody vortexes could shred even Supreme Grade flying swords.
Moreover, a bloody pill furnace appeared in his hand, the size of a fist, resembling a human skull. The eyes, nose, mouth, and all seven apertures were extremely lifelike. It seemed to be a pill furnace refined from a skull.
This skull pill furnace was actually a Dao Artifact.
Anyone with discerning eyes could see that the material of this skull pill furnace was actually the head of an ancient giant in the Longevity Mystic Realm. Xue Wuyang had occasionally obtained the corpse of a fallen ancient giant of the Longevity Mystic Realm during an exploration, brought it back, and refined it into a magic treasure. Later, after many years of sacrificial refining and having made some contributions, he was rewarded by the Blood Shadow Great Emperor. Expending painstaking effort, he refined this skull into a pill furnace, transforming it into a powerful Dao Artifact called the "Blood-Melting Divine Furnace."
His reaction of flying out his natal primordial spirit heaven and earth dharma aspect "Blood King God" and taking out the "Blood-Melting Divine Furnace" was incredibly fast. This was because he cultivated a demonic sense of the demonic path, the "Mind-Shocking Art," which was specifically designed to temper reactions. Compared to masters of the same realm, his reaction was twice as fast.
However, it was still too late.
Fang Han suddenly appeared behind him and struck out with a palm.
The power of this palm could not be described by anyone. Was it the breath of a Heavenly Dragon? A thousand volcanoes erupting all at once? The scorching sun in the sky bursting apart? Stars falling? Crashing into the ground?
In the wind of his palm, one could even see much twisted dharma power forming an ancient character for "hundred million." One person and one dragon combined into "hundred million." What was the concept of the force of a hundred million galloping fierce horses? Perhaps only the ancient giants of the Longevity Mystic Realm could describe it; this power could uproot mountains and cross seas.
Facing this palm, Xue Wuyang felt as if the pillar supporting heaven and earth had been shattered by a punch. The sky darkened, and infinite primeval energy collapsed; he could not charge out no matter how hard he tried. In this instant, he deployed his methods, and the "Blood-Melting Divine Furnace" in his hand spun, blocking Fang Han's fist.
Boom!
Fang Han slapped the pill furnace with a palm, and the furnace instantly cracked open with a snap, but the boundless palm force surged into the interior of the pill furnace, crackling and popping, as the grand arrays inside could be heard shattering.
This pill furnace was merely a Low Grade Dao Artifact. Although it could receive the might of Fang Han's palm, it was damaged. Currently, one strike from Fang Han could destroy Low Grade Dao Artifacts; unless it was a Mid Grade Dao Artifact, it could not withstand his demonic might.
"Good! Striking like this, your dharma power must be severely depleted! To actually shatter my Dao Artifact! I want you dead!" The Blood-Melting Divine Furnace was cracked open by the shock. Although it was not completely destroyed, to repair and sacrificially refine it again would require several sixty-year cycles of bitter forging. Xue Wuyang felt a terrible heartache.
At this moment, anger rose from his heart, and evil grew from his courage. Going against expectations, he used his Blood King God natal primordial spirit to envelop Fang Han, simultaneously biting his tongue and spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood containing thousands of talismans.
He actually consumed a sixty-year cycle of his own lifespan to execute the Essence Blood Ruin Art, increasing the might of his natal primordial spirit. That fresh blood sprayed onto the natal Blood King God, and its might instantly expanded by a full fold.
The massive bloody shadow directly propagated into the void. Stripes of the void seemed to crack open, and countless amounts of blood flowed out from the void fissures, spreading out. Between heavy and earth, bloody clothes permeated.
"Heaven and Earth Blood Sea, Destroying the Great Chiliocosm!" Xue Wuyang's cold and cruel voice resounded.
"Not good, quickly notify Master! These two great masters have ignited real anger; unless it is an ancient giant of the Longevity Mystic Realm, no one can stop them."
Some female disciples of the Linglong Blessed Land had already retreated. With a movement of their intent, the great Sumeru divine light of Sumeru Golden Mountain shifted them away. At the same time, the powerful Sumeru divine light pressed down to prevent the aftermath of Fang Han and Xue Wuyang's clash from harming others.
"No need to stop! No matter how much blood you spit, you are not my opponent. Even if you spit out your heart, it won't help." Fang Han's powerful divine sense swept across the void like lightning. Suddenly, his entire body shuttled through the bloody light and blood sea, striking out three more palms.
The first palm, rip! With a slash, the blood sea was parted.
In the next instant, the second palm, a sweep! The sky full of blood mist completely dissipated, as if a Kunpeng giant beast in the void had swallowed the sea. The blood mist and blood sea entirely dispersed, leaving only Xue Wuyang's bloody natal primordial spirit wrapping his body in the middle, still continuously urging his demonic art.
At the exact same time, Fang Han struck out his third palm.
It was still approaching the force of "a hundred million" galloping fierce horses. That majestic dharma power directly forced Xue Wuyang's natal heaven and earth dharma aspect, the Blood King God, back into his body. Following immediately was a crack, as Fang Han flickered to the edge of Xue Wuyang's body, striking his huge body with a palm, sending him floating mid-air, floating down like a feather thousands of feet away.
"Bang!"
Xue Wuyang's body fell directly onto a step of the Sumeru Golden Mountain, looking like a sack of rotten meat. His dharma robes were torn in many places, and the skin all over his body was bruised purple and blue everywhere, resembling a beggar in the mortal world who ate an extravagant meal without paying, was severely beaten, and thrown into a stinking ditch.
This first true disciple of the Blood Shadow Demon Sect, in mere four palms, was completely defeated by Fang Han in four palms!
"I have always been the one taking other people's magic treasures; no one has ever snatched my magic treasures. Xue Wuyang, you are the first. If I don't teach you a lesson and let you know my prowess, everyone will come snatching my magic treasures in the future, what should I do then?" Fang Han stood perfectly poised, landing next to Xue Wuyang so that the other's eyes could only see the tips of his toes: "You are too weak; compared to Yan Shuiyi and Fan Qingying, I don't know how many times weaker you are, only able to take four of my palms."