Shen Zhenhai didn’t know that, in Fang Bai’s eyes, he was also an ant, easily crushed to death.
Fang Bai’s true cultivation is equivalent to Shen Zhenhai’s; both are at the high rank Foundation Establishnt realm, but Fang Bai possesses the rare ability to challenge across realms, with combat power far surpassing Shen Zhenhai.
Seeing Shen Zhenhai’s punch coming, Fang Bai smirked and casually delivered a punch in return.
The sa punch, Shen Zhenhai’s had the intensity of a raging wave, unparalleled and shocking in its montum, while Fang Bai’s was utterly calm and unremarkable.
"Courting death!"
Shen Zhenhai sneered inwardly when he saw Fang Bai actually confront him head-on, adding more force and increasing the speed of his punch.
The power of his punch enveloped a radius of a dozen feet, causing the space within to subtly oscillate under the force, the high-speed punch creating friction with the surrounding air, emitting a slight "whizzing" sound.
"Bang!"
The collision of fists produced a terrifying sound, and the shockwave of spiritual energy scattered everything within a ten-foot radius, leaving a flat open space.
Unexpectedly, both stood motionless after the punch, making it hard to tell who had the upper hand.
Yet their facial expressions and deanor revealed everything.
Fang Bai still bore a smile, full of disdain and contempt.
Shen Zhenhai’s eyes bulged, his face ashen, his gaze filled with indescribable pain and boundless fear of death.
"You..."
Shen Zhenhai’s lips moved with difficulty, uttering a sentence: "Your cultivation... is Foundation Establishnt perfection?"
Fang Bai chuckled, clearly dismissing Shen Zhenhai’s words, saying, "What does Foundation Establishnt perfection count for? Even against a Golden Core realm expert, I can still battle!"
He said as he slowly withdrew his fist, watching the blood overflow more and more from Shen Zhenhai’s mouth, laughingly said, "Therefore, to die at my hands, you should feel honored!"
"I..."
At that mont, a deep sense of regret suddenly erged in Shen Zhenhai’s heart. He thought if he hadn’t encountered Tong Yaoyao in Qingyang Town, or if he hadn’t chased all the way, perhaps he could still live happily for the rest of his life, possibly reaching a higher realm in Martial Dao, thereby enjoying a longer life.
But now, it was all too late.
Just as the fists collided, a mysterious and powerful force surged from Fang Bai’s fist, directly shattering his body’s ridians and blood vessels, destroying his Qi Sea, and taking away all his vitality; even a Great Luo Immortal here couldn’t save him.
"Alas..."
Shen Zhenhai seed resigned to fate, gave a mournful smile, sighed, and fell back heavily.
This battle marked the first confrontation for Fang Bai after stepping into the high rank Foundation Establishnt realm.
Being able to take Shen Zhenhai’s life with a single punch was partly due to Shen Zhenhai’s careless underestimation, but primarily because of Fang Bai’s formidable strength.
Fang Bai was satisfied with this battle but not conceited.
Killing rely a Foundation Establishnt realm fighter, what’s there to be proud of?
The Martial Dao is perilous, and the path of immortality is long; when will he return to the Immortal Realm, surpass his forr peak strength, and seek vengeance against the eight Immortal Emperors who nearly killed him? Only then can he afford to be proud.
Fang Bai reached out and grabbed the air, Shen Zhenhai’s Space Ring had already flown into his palm.
"This old guy is surprisingly wealthy!"
As Fang Bai injected a wisp of Divine Sense into Shen Zhenhai’s Space Ring and saw the Cultivation Resources stored within, he couldn’t help but feel slightly surprised.
It’s unclear where Shen Zhenhai obtained this Spatial Ring; it’s a high-grade Holy Grade Spiritual Artifact, its space area comparable to the lair of the Green Tail Wolf Fang Bai slew earlier, storing a variety of Cultivation Resources and countless high-grade items, including Spirit Pills, Spiritual dicine, Spirit Stones, Spirit Cores of Spirit Beasts, and so special materials for crafting Spiritual Artifacts.
The disciples of dicine King Mountain all say Shen Zhenhai is of poor character, employing any ans necessary to seize others’ Cultivation Resources, whether through deception, robbery, or theft, it’s clear many of the items in this Spatial Ring were acquired from others.
What truly shocked Fang Bai was the Furnace Cauldron standing quietly in a corner of the Spatial Ring.
The cauldron, entirely erald green, exquisite and compact, could be held up by a palm, emanating a faint green glow.
With Divine Sense probing inside, one could see nine intricately carved little dragons on the inner wall, each with a wide-open mouth as if about to breathe fire.
"Could this cauldron be the Nine Dragons Cauldron, the treasure dicine King Mountain took from Nine Heavens Palace?"
Fang Bai scrutinized the cauldron with Divine Sense, associated with the disciples’ description of the Nine Dragons Cauldron, and felt more and more assured.
The cauldron is indeed a fine one; its grade surpasses even Holy Grade Spirit Artifacts, being a King Grade Spiritual Artifact. An Alchemist hearing of it would go mad, willing to pay any price to acquire it.
Unfortunately, neither dicine King Mountain nor Nine Heavens Palace could discern the true grade and value of this cauldron, only knowing it’s rare and a treasure.
The Nine Dragons Cauldron was dicine King Mountain’s treasure, but after Nine Heavens Palace took it, it sohow ended up in Shen Zhenhai’s possession, carelessly tossed into the corner of his Spatial Ring, seemingly neglected.
"I’ll hold onto this Nine Dragons Cauldron for now, later returning it to dicine King Mountain; that would forge a benevolent connection!"
Although the King Grade Spiritual Artifact is excellent, to Fang Bai, who already possesses the Five Elents Origin Qi Cauldron, it appears redundant, and if he acquires suitable materials in the future, he can craft an even better cauldron.
"Boom!"
Fang Bai casually punched the ground, creating a deep pit a dozen feet long, burying Shen Zhenhai’s body within, then floated away, returning to the resting place of dicine King Mountain and Lingxu Palace disciples.
His visit was quick, as was his departure, all accomplished within a hundred breaths’ ti, and with several kiloters distancing him from the disciples on the ridge, he wasn’t noticed during the altercation.
Fang Bai had left under the pretense of "strolling along the riverbank," and when he returned, Sun Lin and the others casually asked, "Why return so quickly?" without delving deeper.
At dawn the next day, the disciples from dicine King Mountain and Lingxu Palace, comprising a dozen people, pressed their Wind-Chaser Steeds to dash at the fastest speed toward Flaming Sun City, aiming to reach the city by nightfall.
anwhile, a furious roar erupted from the Palace Master Hall of Nine Heavens Palace, miles away: "Who? Who killed my brother? When the murderer is found, I swear I’ll tear them to pieces with my own hands!"
The roar ca from Shentu Cheng, the Palace Master of Nine Heavens Palace.
Shentu Cheng’s other identity is the elder Shen Zhenhai’s by blood older brother.
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