Chapter 362: A Jie's Frenzied Output

Blood spurted from the forehead.

Zhang Zhongmou's flying body stiffened.

He stared at his completely shattered forearm, momentarily doubting his Wangzuo-level cultivation.

"Have I gotten old? Has it been too long since I fought, causing my cultivation and physical body to decline?"

His arm hung limply, powerless.

Zhang Zhongmou snapped back to his senses.

"No!"

"That's not it!"

"It's just that the attack from that grass-hat boy was terrifyingly powerful!"

What kind of muscle strength could penetrate a Wangzuo's Lingyuan, the blessing of the Dadao, and the Zhang family's ancestral bear bloodline, shattering bones with a single punch?

Moreover, that strike hadn't even used any Lingyuan!

At that moment, Zhang Zhongmou was truly panicking.

Perhaps just that single punch didn't mean much.

If it came to a real fight, he even felt confident he could take down the opponent.

Because that punch wasn't completely unstoppable.

In fact, most of his Lingji techniques could overwhelm it.

But the real problem was, this grass-hat boy turned out to be a genuine powerhouse?

And possibly a Wangzuo-level in physical strength?

Where on earth did this guy come from!

Wangzuo-level Alchemists were already hard enough to cultivate, let alone a Wangzuo-level physical body...

"That's not the point!"

Zhang Zhongmou shook himself awake, stopping his deeper thoughts.

He knew the truly terrifying aspect wasn't this.

It was whether the one who threw the punch genuinely possessed that level of power and wasn't deceiving him.

Then the real mastermind...

The wind howled in his ears as Zhang Zhongmou regained a bit of control over his flying body, his gaze involuntarily locking onto the young man in the guard uniform behind him.

"That guy is the truly terrifying existence!"

As panic surged in his heart, a faint whooshing sound came from behind his head.

Having experienced one strike, Zhang Zhongmou realized this was the grass-hat boy attacking again.

That terrifying speed—if he wasn't fully prepared, even a Wangzuo would suffer greatly!

But this time, Zhang Zhongmou was ready.

He flipped in the air, flicked his finger, and a purple shield flew out from his ring.

A Jie's punch from behind the head landed directly on the massive purple shield.

With a deep hum, the array patterns on the shield activated, unleashing a dark devouring force that absorbed A Jie's punch.

The purple shield shuddered, swelling slightly as if it had eaten its fill, letting out a burp.

Xu Xiaoshou watched from behind, stunned.

This shield was at least a pinnacle Zongshi defensive spiritual artifact.

And given its bizarre ability to devour physical attacks, it was probably at the Wangzuo level.

A flash of envy crossed his eyes—this kind of treasure would be a lifesaver in critical moments!

Zhang Zhongmou, having successfully blocked the strike, felt a wave of relief in his gaze.

As a Wangzuo-level Alchemist with the ancestral bear bloodline, he had successfully awakened the ancestral bear spirit.

In his usual battles, he loved close-quarters combat.

But right now...

Close-quarters? Forget it!

What good was the ancestral bear spirit? Alchemists were meant for refining spirits—how could he use spiritual methods to compete in hand-to-hand combat against someone who purely cultivated the physical body?

Zhang Zhongmou seized the opportunity and instantly widened the distance.

His long-range combat abilities were equally formidable, even surpassing in some ways with the power of the heavens.

With a stir of his spiritual sense, he tried to recall his "Tianyuan Wushan."

This Wangzuo-level defensive spiritual artifact, refined from an entire spiritual mountain, had impressive endurance.

After withstanding such a powerful attack, it showed no damage whatsoever—just a burp, and everything was resolved.

However, as Zhang Zhongmou moved his hand, he found he couldn't retrieve his "Tianyuan Wushan."

"What's going on?"

Zhang Zhongmou was startled. He stirred his spiritual sense again, but "Tianyuan Wushan" transmitted a sense of helpless agony.

"Mama..."

A murmur arose, making Zhang Zhongmou's scalp tingle as he looked over sharply.

There was A Jie, head tilted, grass hat askew.

It gripped the purple shield, its eyes glowing red as it stared curiously at the shield...

What kind of thing could withstand one of its strikes without breaking?

After all, even "Mama's" head would burst with red stuff!

"No... it can't be..."

Zhang Zhongmou watched A Jie raise its fist, his lips parting wide, pupils shrinking rapidly.

The next second.

"Boom boom boom boom boom—"

Violent, rapid explosions erupted in the void.

It was like death knells being struck mercilessly, with the mallet vibrating wildly!

A Jie's fist turned into a blur of afterimages, its red eyes flashing brightly, as if it had discovered something fun.

The purple shield wasn't unresponsive to the attacks.

It just reacted subtly!

Yet, with every punch, it still swelled a tiny bit uncontrollably.

Though the change was small, accumulation would make a difference...

A Jie understood this principle. Watching the shield expand visibly before its eyes, like a balloon, it punched faster and with more excitement.

"Boom boom boom—"

Zhang Zhongmou was dumbfounded.

This was his "Tianyuan Wushan," something he had spent years refining with the help of three great array masters.

An item of this caliber was priceless.

How could it just be destroyed like this?

"Young friend, stop!"

"Don't mess around!"

The air fell silent for half a second.

"Mama?"

A Jie paused its attack and looked up at Zhang Zhongmou.

At that moment, the old man in front of it held no interest anymore.

"Tianyuan Wushan" only got half a second to rest, not even time to shrink back, before the explosions resumed in the void.

"Boom boom boom—"

Visibly, the purple shield was turning red at a rapid pace.

Like a balloon inflated to its limit, it was about to burst!

"I..."

Zhang Zhongmou's entire face turned green.

"Passive value received, 1."

Xu Xiaoshou was completely stunned by A Jie's attack power.

Back when they encountered the red dog, his baby had been fully restrained—but if it had been free...

With this frenzied speed and strength...

It could even take on the red dog's final mad slash head-on!

"I was wrong!"

At that moment, Xu Xiaoshou deeply regretted ever doubting A Jie's combat abilities.

It turned out that in the past, it just hadn't gotten a chance to show its full strength because the enemies were instantly killed!

That revealed the lower limit, sure, but what about the upper limit?