Become a true immortal by emulating all demons.

"hiss!"

The young man's voice echoed inside the room.

The previously silent members of the hall instantly changed their expressions.

I originally thought the wolf cub was making a last-ditch effort to save itself, but I never expected this ravenous beast to have such a huge appetite.

The other party didn't care about any job at all; what he wanted was the whole street!

That's practically suicide...

For a ferocious wolf, territory is more important than its parents; it would never allow others to covet it.

Whenever someone displays similar intentions, it inevitably leads to a fight to the death.

Fatty Tian may be greedy, disloyal, and a bully who preys on the weak, but one of these traits can easily outweigh all his flaws.

This person is ultimately a cultivator in the mid-stage of Qi Refining. His solid cultivation level is the foundation that allows him to join the ranks of the Ferocious Wolves!

"What's going on?"

Bai Feng was stunned for a moment, then looked at Yan Jin beside him, gritted his teeth, and showed a look of disappointment.

I warned him long ago that this kid was no pushover.

See? It was just as I expected!

"..."

Tian Jingyuan stared intently at the fair face so close to his, his breathing growing heavier and heavier, like muffled thunder.

He could certainly tell that this cunning fox was deliberately provoking him, and was probably hiding some kind of conspiracy.

For example, the other party may have hooked up with a philanderer, which is why they were able to invite that woman to the restaurant to issue a warning, and they also wanted to use her power to give them a hard time at today's banquet.

But under the watchful eyes of everyone, Tian Jingyuan had no way out.

He can lose to Yan Jin.

But this fox must die!

Only then could he defend his already precarious position.

"Hehehe—"

On the large ironwood chair, his obese body began to tremble.

Tian Jingyuan's anger had reached its peak, and he lowered his head, letting out a deep, broken laugh.

In an instant, his face darkened as he stood up, his body rising like a mountain of flesh, and smashed the jade pipe on the table into dust with his fist.

Snip!

The immense spiritual energy nearly condensed into a tangible mist, howling and raging outwards.

A look of surprise appeared in the eyes of the wolf cub not far away.

The ring-pommel sword he was holding trembled and broke free from his arms, flashing silver light in the air with a clang before falling straight into the hands of that mountain of flesh.

"You want everything, huh... then come and get it!!"

Tian Jingyuan gripped the hilt of his sword, laughing wildly as he swung the blade overhead, slashing fiercely at the slender figure ahead with the force of splitting a mountain.

For cultivators like them, enlightenment in immortal techniques depends entirely on chance; completing the necessary skills is as difficult as ascending to heaven.

Occasionally, there will be situations where one possesses inner spiritual power but lacks the corresponding immortal techniques to perform.

Therefore, most people still retain some of the common human habit of using their hands for self-defense.

Even so, even though Fatty Tian's martial arts skills were far inferior to those of a martial arts master like Zhang Zhongping.

However, the spiritual power contained in his longsword was still at a level that internal strength could never reach!

The menacing blade was about to strike!

"..."

Lin Shu's smile vanished, and a chilling glint appeared in her calm eyes.

The moment the other person gripped the knife, his body had already reacted.

The right hand, which had been resting casually on the back of the chair, suddenly bulged with veins and its five fingers clenched like iron pincers!

The sturdy ironwood chair suddenly leaped into the air, and in its powerful grip, slammed down onto the face of this mountain of flesh.

click-

The ironwood shattered, and wood chips flew everywhere.

Tian Jingyuan's massive body was knocked slightly to one side by the impact, and he staggered back a few steps, his long sword also veering off course onto the table.

His face was covered in red marks, and he subconsciously reached out to wipe the wood chips off his eyelids.

As soon as their vision cleared, they were met with a figure closing in on them.

"rise!"

Staring into the young man's clear, black and white eyes, Tian Jingyuan suddenly felt a little flustered.

He instinctively made a hand seal, and his body of fat suddenly began to contract and shrink, transforming into a smoother wall of flesh.

It still looks huge, but it appears much more robust than before.

More importantly, the surface of that fleshy wall was actually emitting a faint glow.

Although the Mountain-Sitting Technique is a seventh-grade immortal technique, Tian Jingyuan had already cultivated it to the point of mastery during the time he endured hardship in the Magpie's Nest.

With this law protecting us, we can at least maintain a position of invincibility.

"..."

Master Mo remained seated in the main seat, and his initial intention to get up and leave suddenly slowed down.

Although Lin Shu gained a small advantage, her true abilities were almost completely exposed the moment the two started fighting.

If spiritual energy is like water, then the thirty wisps of white energy on the wolf cub's body are at most a small pond.

In contrast, Tian Jingyuan's spiritual power was nearly twice as strong as his opponent's!

With such a huge gap, even a slow, drawn-out battle could wear them down.

really.

With the blessing of the Mountain-Sitting Technique, Tian Jingyuan immediately calmed his mind.

He quickly drew his longsword, recalling Zhang Zhongping's earnest teachings, which stemmed from the skills of a great martial arts master, combined with his own powerful spiritual energy.

There's absolutely no reason for us to lose!

Thinking of this, a ferocious killing intent appeared on his fat face. He gripped the long knife tightly with both hands and slashed down diagonally again with a tricky trajectory!

The rampant spiritual energy erupted with a piercing buzzing sound.

At this moment, the people in the hall were inexplicably stunned for a moment, and felt a slight chill.

Under the dual pressure of Tian Jingyuan's vast spiritual power and his robust physique.

Lin Shu's clothes billowed wildly, making her appear even thinner, as if they might be blown away at any moment.

Facing the blade head-on, he showed no intention of backing down.

laugh.

Black smoke billowed and swept upwards.

The young man raised his arm seemingly casually, but his eyes were fierce, and then he slammed his fist out!

boom!!

Black energy enveloped his five fingers, roaring as he threw a punch, even producing a chilling wolf howl.

The ring-pommel sword was shattered in the middle, and half of the blade flew out, passing through the air before embedding itself in the ironwood table with a crack.

Lin Shu's fist passed over the broken blade, its momentum still fierce, and slammed straight into Tian Jingyuan's chest.

Click click click!

The wall of flesh surged, its faint glow like shattered glass, before the flesh was brutally torn apart by the force of the punch.

The immortal technique that Tian Jingyuan relied on couldn't even buy him a single breath before it was easily broken.

Mo Ye's judgment might be correct.

In terms of endurance, Lin Shu is indeed much weaker.

However, spiritual power ultimately needs specific methods to exert its true effect.

No matter how thick the tofu is, it can't stop a steel knife, let alone this piece of tofu which isn't even that thick.

Fatty Tian seemed unable to drag the Ghost Moon Bone-Splitting Hand, which had already reached the fifth rank, into a war of attrition.

His fists were like collapsing mountains.

Tian Jingyuan watched helplessly as his chest and abdomen were torn apart like a sack, and his spiritual power was being rapidly depleted in order to maintain his fragile Mountain-Sitting Technique.

A sharp pain assaulted his mind, and his obese figure staggered backward. He subconsciously threw away the broken knife and took out a pill from his waist and put it in his mouth.

"Still want to eat?"

Lin Shu grabbed the fat man's mouth and, under his terrified gaze, dug her other hand into his flesh.

Immediately afterwards, he exerted force with both arms at the same time, and directly flipped the mountain of flesh onto the table with an over-the-shoulder throw!

Boom!

The heavy ironwood table trembled and cracked, with fine cracks spreading rapidly.

Tian Jingyuan felt dizzy and disoriented, as if his internal organs had been displaced. His thick shoulders slammed against the corner of the table, making a dull cracking sound.

He slid off the table like a fat fish, leaning back and panting heavily.

Just then, the fat man let out another painful groan.

Lin Shu raised her foot indifferently, her long boot stomping hard on his chest, pressing the mountain of flesh that was trying to get up back down.

He picked up the broken blade, which was now only half intact.

"don't want!"

Tian Jingyuan's eyes were stung by the cold light, and his heart suddenly trembled.

He quickly raised his arms and covered his fat chin and cheeks with his palms.

"Listen to me, take your hand away."

Lin Shu lowered her eyes and looked down, her voice carrying a strangely chilling gentleness: "Those are mine."

Upon hearing this, Tian Jingyuan trembled and stood there stunned.

Your things, what things of yours?

Wait a minute, the fat man's pupils contracted sharply, he suddenly realized.

The other party was referring to... his own head!

The broken blade fell suddenly.

puff!

Crimson blood splattered, staining the gleaming ironwood.

Lin Shu tore off the round object and casually tossed it onto the table.

blah blah.

The head, still stained with warm blood, rolled and spun across the table.

Tian Jingyuan's wide-eyed, gaping mouth and terrified expression slowly rolled into the eyes of everyone in the room.