Chapter 330: In Legends, There is a Fist Technique That Descends from the Heavens...

"Good!"

He had barely finished asking the question, not even giving Xu Xiaoshou a chance to respond, when Hong Gou let out a fierce roar.

Laughing wildly, his hand blurred into a shadow as the Chan Yi Zhi Dao danced through the air, slashing directly at the calf of Xu Xiaoshou's golden giant.

Boom—boom—boom—

A series of rebounding shocks tried to blast him away.

But how could Hong Gou be unfamiliar with fighting Xu Xiaoshou? He already knew the properties of this golden giant well, holding back just enough strength to resist the rebound force.

Amid the thunderous roars, Hong Gou's hand showed no hesitation, not even a hint of sluggishness. In an instant, the small knife struck thousands of times, shattering the golden giant's calf to pieces.

"Under attack, passive value, 1."

"Under attack, passive value, 1."

The information panel went crazy with notifications, but Xu Xiaoshou felt no excitement or thrill whatsoever.

This wasn't Hei Luo Ya Cliff.

There, facing those sword lights, he still had some means to protect himself.

As long as he couldn't hold out, he could pull back.

But Hong Gou's attacks came without pause.

Without giving him any chance to recover, his calf was completely pulverized!

"Ahhh—"

Even though Xu Xiaoshou had endured the scorching pain of the Jin Zhao Tian Yan before, facing this torment of a thousand cuts, he couldn't help but scream out in agony.

With a massive explosion, the golden light burst forth, and the berserk giant finally vanished.

The giant form was an expansion and manifestation of Xu Xiaoshou's own body, so shredding the giant was the same as shredding him.

Fortunately, the berserk giant drew more power from heaven and earth, giving it stronger defensive attributes.

After withstanding most of the damage, the giant's body shattered, and Xu Xiaoshou's form suddenly contracted, but the wounds on his calf weren't severe enough to sever his limbs.

Yet Hong Gou suddenly looked up, his eyes gleaming with excitement as he watched Xu Xiaoshou fall from the sky.

In that instant, the Chan Yi Zhi Dao he held high was like that earlier move, "Tian Ci"!

If even the berserk giant couldn't withstand such ultra-rapid attacks, how could a Zongshi-level body endure it?

Upon landing, he would likely be chopped into powder by this maniacal dog in an instant!

"Holy shit, this is insane—a Wang Zuo shows up, and it's a freaking lunatic!"

Xu Xiaoshou was losing it too!

Even as he plummeted helplessly, he bit down hard on his tongue, using the near-severing pain to stimulate himself.

His right arm twitched slightly.

In that moment, time seemed to slow to a crawl.

Hong Gou's frenzied, contracted pupils were right in front of him, and that death-sentence-like small knife felt as if it had already pierced his heart.

But Xu Xiaoshou's consciousness plunged deep into his Yuan Fu.

In the Yuan Fu, a cat lay paralyzed, a soul origin stood tall, and above the chaos loomed that eternal...

Red interface!

"Passive Fist (Charge Value: 3.18)."

Even with Hong Gou's attacks, even transforming into the berserk giant, even firing that Jin Mie Qi Zhu in explosive mode and getting caught in the backlash himself...

The charge value had only risen from 3.14 to 3.18.

Such terrifying damage had only increased it by 0.04.

Xu Xiaoshou could hardly imagine what kind of devastation a full Passive Fist with over three points of charge would unleash.

—Self-destruction?

Staring down at the deranged, laughing Hong Gou, Xu Xiaoshou suddenly felt as if he had slipped back into a berserk, red-eyed state, his reason gone, his eyes wild with madness.

"Fuck you, die!!!"

"Xu Xiaoshou, come on, let you taste the pain too!"

Hong Gou's lips stretched to his ears, his eyes blood-red, screaming shrilly.

He channeled the scant Ling Yuan left after repairing his body into his Wang Zuo Ling Qi, the Jiu Ling Jue Bian!

Buzz—

Absorbing the Ling Yuan, the Wang Zuo Ling Qi erupted in dense black mist.

A black ghost phantom soared from it, coiling around Hong Gou's arm, followed by the black glow of the Ling Ji radiating like moonlight.

"Gui Ling Die Xue · Qian Zi Tai!"

Watching Xu Xiaoshou drop from above, Hong Gou's arm turned translucent, the "Jiu Ling Jue Bian" hidden in the void, slicing through space fragments as countless black shadows howled upward.

"Die, die, die!"

"Black She Daren... ahahaha, become my human pulp, Xu Xiaoshou!"

"Hmm... what's this?"

As the shadows slashed out, he suddenly saw Xu Xiaoshou's flesh arm explode.

Amid blood and bone, an utterly ordinary fist shadow appeared before him.

It had no bizarre form, nothing like the berserk giant's size before, and absolutely no light or shadow effects...

It was just like an ordinary adult throwing an ordinary punch in a mundane fight.

But Hong Gou was terrified.

What kind of punch could, before even making contact, shatter a Zongshi-level arm to powder with charging power alone?

Bullshit!

Even with his Wang Zuo Ling Qi and Wang Zuo Ling Ji, slashing thousands of times, he had only severed one leg of that golden giant.

"This..."

Hong Gou: ???

He was enveloped in an aura of death!

In that moment, he only wanted to retreat, to dodge this mere Xiantian-level strike.

What bullshit mission, what Black She Daren—nothing was more important than staying alive!

But it was too late.

The infinitesimal distance between them wasn't enough for either to halt their collision and fly apart.

Xu Xiaoshou faced the myriad black ghost slashes head-on, taking them all!

Hong Gou stared in horror as the ordinary fist shadow before his flushed face swallowed him whole!

Silence fell over everything.

The world seemed to revert to chaos. Though Hong Gou's ears heard no sound, he could clearly see Xu Xiaoshou's body being torn to shreds...

That utterly unrestrained, twisted face of pain...

The flying chunks of flesh, skull, and limbs...

"Black She Daren?"

Hong Gou's eyes suddenly lit up with wild joy. That figure, appearing countless times in his dreams, tender and lingering, was back?

"You're still here? You're still here!"

Tears welled up as he reached out to touch that black, graceful form...

The fist obliterated everything!

Outside the boundary.

"Hmm?"

A sudden palpitation made Chong Dong furrow his brow.

Under his Tian Dao force, the golden flood was finally destroyed, preventing harm to those nearby who couldn't escape.

Taking advantage of the lull, everyone retreated further.

But why this lingering sense of unease?

"The fight's over?"

He abruptly looked toward the small boundary on the old street, thought for a moment, and strode over.

Even if the battle had ended, as the head of the Jin Wei Army, he couldn't let anyone inside leave.

Just then, an invisible wave burst from the boundary, followed by a buzzing tremor. Without even a crack, the boundary exploded!

"Damn!"

Chong Dong's face turned pale with shock.

With the boundary gone, the terrifying energy inside finally leaked out.

In that instant, the Jin Wei Army commander felt his legs go weak.

He shot into the void, his urgent roar echoing across the city.

"Retreat, fall back now!!!"

Too late.

Boom—

On the old street, a fist shadow landed.

Buildings in a ten-li radius shuddered violently, lifting off the ground and exploding into the air!

Chong Dong's face drained of color.

But he realized it wasn't over yet!

He watched as the buildings soared, the earth cracked.

A ground layer over ten zhang thick and ten li wide flew straight into the sky!

Chong Dong: ???

It was as if an invisible giant hand had slammed down, flipping heaven and earth, reversing mountains and rivers!

In that moment... a ten-li vacuum!