Chapter 212: Slay!

The harsh clang of metal echoed ceaselessly as the immense golden serpent, over three meters wide and dozens of meters long, shattered spectacularly under the relentless assault of the crimson fist shadow. Its colossal body fragmented as if withering before a thunderous blow.

Boom!

As the final inch of the golden serpent, forged from metallic spiritual wind blades, disintegrated, a deafening roar erupted in midair. The golden energy storm swept outward, slicing the earth below like countless sharp blades, carving deep furrows in the soil. Dust and debris clouded the battlefield, obscuring all sight.

Yet, despite the chaos, Yang Yan’s face remained utterly impassive. Having grasped the true method of unleashing the Tongbei Demon Fist, a subtle yet profound link seemed to bind him to the colossal crimson fist shadow. Though his vision was veiled by dust, he could still sense the lingering presence of his attack. This meant that in this clash of martial secrets, he had emerged victorious.

In stark contrast, Old Hu’s expression darkened profoundly. Earlier, when he witnessed his golden serpent attack being relentlessly torn apart inch by inch by Yang Yan’s crimson fist shadow, a foreboding unease crept into his heart.

As a peak master of the Spirit Communion realm, Old Hu had endured countless life-and-death battles, amassing rich combat experience. Thus, when his martial secret attack failed to overpower his opponent, he decisively chose to retreat.

However, no sooner had he begun withdrawing than a void suddenly appeared amid the swirling dust. From it emerged a massive crimson fist shadow, over six meters long, looming abruptly into his sight.

Though its red glow had dimmed somewhat, the residual energy was still overwhelmingly powerful. Old Hu sensed an intensely dangerous aura emanating from it.

The colossal fist shadow surged forward with terrifying speed. In the blink of an eye, it closed to within fifteen or eighteen meters of Old Hu.

Startled by its ferocity, a look of dread crossed Old Hu’s face. Previously, the giant fist shadow’s speed had been masked by the resistance of his martial secret attack, but with the golden serpent dissipated, nothing now restrained it. Its terrifying velocity was fully revealed.

As the enormous fist shadow neared, the very air before it exploded violently, sending shockwaves that pained Old Hu’s entire body. The destructive force of an impact from such an attack was unimaginable.

In this moment of life-or-death crisis, Old Hu had no time for finesse. Exhausted from his earlier exertions and facing an overwhelmingly rapid foe, he could not deploy the “Void Wanderer Clear Steps” technique to escape the range of Yang Yan’s assault.

His only choice was to endure Yang Yan’s martial secret attack head-on.

Facing inevitable collision, a wild glint flickered in Old Hu’s eyes. His bloodshot gaze fixed as he slapped his palm fiercely onto his chest. In that instant, a spray of dark red blood burst forth.

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