The Last Sentinel

"Submit to me, body-cultivating warrior!"

The Corpse Throne trembled, and a terrifying death domain three thousand meters thick suddenly converged down, directly causing Qin Liangyu's observation bronze Xuanjian Mirror to shatter inch by inch.

Crimson and dark lightning bolts spread through the death tide mist, crashing down with a frenzied roar. Each bolt of lightning continuously shattered Ye Feng's physical force field. This primordial force field was utterly fragile and vulnerable before the materialized Corpse Throne domain, crumbling inch by inch.

"The domain has been breached."

"Body cultivator, what else do you have?"

The shepherd's figure was projected from a height of three thousand meters, looking down at the world below, like God looking down on humanity, creating an overwhelming sense of oppression.

Ye Feng watched as the domain crumbled inch by inch, saying nothing. Instead, he suddenly assumed a horse stance, his fist striking out with a resounding thud, chanting, "As heaven maintains vigor through movement, a gentleman should constantly strive for self-improvement!"

The sound fell, but there was no reaction; the place where the fist was thrown remained unchanged.

"The earth's nature is receptive; a virtuous person, in accordance with this, carries the world with great virtue!"

Another punch landed, but there was no reaction, no change whatsoever.

Immediately following, Ye Feng threw punches faster and faster, while the sound of his punches remained rhythmic.

"Following the wind, the superior man carries out his mandate and acts accordingly."

With another sentence, Ye Feng's punches were so fast that they couldn't be caught by the naked eye; he threw dozens of punches in an instant.

At this moment, Mu, who was high and mighty, panicked. This body cultivator, was he... was he insane?

I'm here, on the Corpse Throne. Instead of punching the Corpse Throne, he's wildly swinging his fists around. Is he demonstrating his martial arts to me?

"When thunder roars repeatedly, a virtuous person should be filled with fear and self-reflection."

"The two works of Ming are a testament to the gentleman's continued efforts to illuminate the path."

Mu could no longer sit still. His years of combat experience told him that this body cultivator was preparing a powerful move, a move that he couldn't understand!

If the Great Wall Watchers were here right now, they would roar in fury, "Ye Feng, you stole my moves! You're so unscrupulous! You don't use the moves and martial arts of so many masters, you steal my old man's skills, I'm going to charge you royalties!"

That's right, the move Ye Feng is using now is the same technique that the Great Wall Watchers used to shatter Hughes's Nine Fists. It's a move that Ye Feng comprehended after watching that battle.

This set of techniques may seem brute, but it is actually quite sophisticated and should not be underestimated.

This move is called "Supernatural Power: Sealed Fist Force".

The brilliance of this move lies in ten words: "A lifetime of preparation for one punch, one punch that pierces the stars!"

Day after day of punches, this strike that pierced the stars was forged!

Its principle is very simple (after all, physical cultivators can't handle complicated routines): it stores the damage from their punches as energy, and when all the punching power is accumulated to the limit, it can unleash a final, all-out burst of power!

The strength of this principle lies in the fact that, in principle, there is no upper limit to energy accumulation.

If you punch 10,000 times every day, you'll accumulate 365 million punches in a year!

An awakened second-tier cosmic warrior can easily deliver one million punches a day, accumulating 3.65 million punches of energy in a single day!

This would be an unimaginably terrifying blow!

The force field around Ye Feng completely disappeared, and the Death Domain crushed down, corroding the star armor around Ye Feng.

Faced with the corrosive power of mental abilities, the physical defenses of the Star Armor were completely useless and dissipated instantly.

Ye Feng, shirtless, saw his muscles, now free from the constraints and suppression of his star armor, suddenly swell and expand. His massive biceps rippled like dragons, his back muscles bulged like a ghost's back, and his massive deltoids taut. He threw his head back and roared, "The earth has marshes; the virtuous man governs the world with virtue!"

Ye Feng's muscles suddenly swelled and burst, his bones cracked and popped, and his body suddenly reached a height of ten meters!

Mu gritted his teeth, gripping the necromancer's staff tightly with both hands, and amplified the power of the final decapitation spell.

Mu knew very well that the muscular monster below had already prepared a powerful move!

Looking at that body cultivator's little finger, it was thicker than his own arm!

Mu could imagine what would happen if his death domain was breached and he was captured by him.

He could easily turn himself into a lump of minced meat by gently rubbing himself with his two large hands.

"Go to hell!"

The Necromancer, Priest, unleashed his power once more. The three-thousand-meter-wide Death Domain roared and burned with dark clouds, the Corpse Throne boiled and roared, and the intense shadow of death almost materialized into a physical scythe of death, slashing towards Ye Feng.

"This! Punch!"

The towering, muscular giant slowly raised its head, veins bulging menacingly beneath its muscles and skin. Its terrifying deltoid muscles stood up like a screen, the muscle lines on its left arm forming the character "德" (virtue), and the muscle lines on its right arm forming the character "武" (martial arts). It firmly planted its stance, its left fist held horizontally in front of its chest, and its right fist suddenly swung counterclockwise and slowly smashed down towards the corpse throne above its head!

"Pierce! Through! the! Milky Way!"

This movement was extremely slow, yet incredibly powerful!

All that could be seen was a dazzling golden fist light visible to the naked eye, like the light of dawn tearing through dark clouds, shooting upwards and shattering the sky!

One punch!

Just one punch!

It pierced through the death domain three thousand meters in the sky, pierced through the giant divine projection of Mu, and pierced through the throne of corpses!

Countless dark clouds in the sky boiled and shattered. Was the battle about to end?

Mu roared almost hysterically, "I am immortal!"

"The necromancer's greatest strength lies in their endless stream of summoned creatures!"

"All the damage you've done to me can be transferred to my undead summons. As long as the summons don't die, I am immortal!"

"Death - Resist!"

The next moment, the nebula shattered, countless auras of death quickly dissipated, and countless undead lives were suddenly shattered. The undead skeletons that were fighting fiercely with the daimyo warriors on the city walls fell instantly!

Immediately following, the gaping hole in the Death Realm, the giant hole in the Corpse Throne, and the wounds on Mu's body were rapidly healing.

Seeing this, Ye Feng simply said, "One..."

Mu laughed heartily, "There's absolutely no chance left, body cultivator!"

Ye Feng said in a clear voice:

"When the wind and thunder rise from the earth, spirits are born from piles of white bones."

"Monks may be foolish but can be taught; demons and monsters will surely bring disaster."

"The golden monkey wields its mighty cudgel, clearing the jade sky of dust for ten thousand miles."

"Today we cheer for the Great Sage Sun, only because the demonic fog has returned."

Golden shockwaves roared out from the body cultivator, and under the stimulation of terrifying golden spiritual power, the death slave marks on all the undead summons instantly shattered!

In an instant, the countless death summons on the entire battlefield severed their connection with Mu.

Mu's previously healed body was instantly destroyed, and the entire death domain began to dissipate. The undead slaves who had been fighting regained their freedom, slowly fell down, and returned to peace.

"impossible!"

"That's impossible!"

"What kind of divine incantation is this! Why, why did it completely dispel my slave spirit's mark?!"

"How could a body cultivator and a barbarian possibly release a mental energy field?"

"Unless, unless it's dual cultivation!"

"Are you practicing both the Great Dao and the Laws?"

"Body cultivation and mental cultivation are completely unrelated! This doesn't make sense!"

Ye Feng looked at the broken and disoriented Mu and said calmly, "The battle is over, Necromancer God."

The noble and learned necromancer was punched through by a physical cultivator who only knew brute force.

Under the gray sky, the black aura of death dissipated. Mu was no longer the aloof noble gentleman he once was. His death staff was broken in half, and a transparent hole appeared in his chest cavity.

He coughed, leaning on his broken necromancer's staff, looking like a beggar, disheveled yet incredibly stubborn. "I actually lost to a physical cultivator who only knows brute force! This...this is impossible!"

Ye Feng, standing ten meters tall, looked down at the weakling necromancer in front of him and said calmly, "A loss is a loss. If you're going to get beaten, you have to stand firm."

Mu lowered his head and muttered to himself, "This doesn't make sense. Your strength is already comparable to the Red King's. How could you be the Red King's junior brother? Someone among you must be lying."

Ye Feng said, "I don't know any Red King. I just want to break your head."

At this point, Ye Feng suddenly threw a punch at Mu, showing no mercy.

Mu suddenly straightened up, a sharp obsidian-shaped dagger appearing in his hand. "Let's perish together, Dimensional Blade!"

How could you hurt me with such a primitive weapon?

You probably have some misunderstanding about body cultivation!

The moment Ye Feng punched the obsidian dagger, an unimaginable and terrifying pain surged from his right hand. In an instant, Ye Feng's body seemed to deflate like a balloon with its valve ripped out, suddenly shrunk from ten meters tall to a normal 1.8 meters.

Ye Feng retreated dozens of steps, clutching the horrifying black wound on his right hand. The wound was incurable, and streams of dimensional power continued to devour his flesh and blood.

Ye Feng looked at the obsidian dagger with apprehension, retreating steadily. "What... what is this?! A third-tier cosmic weapon?"

Mu turned and retreated, his figure transforming into a hazy, dissipating black mist.

"Ye Feng, right? I'll remember you."

"You are very strong."

"But it's still a long way from killing me."

"Because we are the same type of genius, we are trapped by the self-imposed constraints of being second-tier cosmic warriors, not by external forces."

"Guys like us can't really do anything to each other."

"Finally, let me give you some advice: stay away from the Black Tower Red King. It carries a heavy karmic burden, and getting involved with it will not end well."

Ye Feng wanted to catch up and finish off Mu, but he found that his stamina was rapidly depleting, the cracks on his hands were becoming increasingly painful, and it seemed that his Origin Perfect Continent had appeared as a bottomless black hole, frantically devouring his power.

"My friend, are you injured?"

A graceful figure descended from the sky.