56: Chapter 56 Seeking Death

He paused, his tone incredibly grim: "Kid, today, this place will be your burial ground! Your head, and all the treasures on you, will become the stepping stones for me, Xing Sha, to ascend to the Great Dao of the Nascent Soul!"

"Noisy."

However, in the face of this blatant death threat, Chu Xiao's face remained as calm and indifferent as ever.

He didn't even bother to say another word of nonsense.

Dealing with this kind of self-righteous idiot, a fist was far more effective than words.

He slowly took a step forward, the sleeve of his right arm moving without any wind.

He didn't even draw the god-slaying sword, nor did he use a shred of the Hidden Sword Technique's power. He merely condensed the True Intent of the Overlord—which he had recently comprehended and was filled with a primal, domineering aura—onto his right fist!

In an instant, a heavy, fierce, and terrifying aura that felt as if a single punch could shatter a mountain...

...flashed and vanished from his body.

In the next moment, his figure appeared before Xing Sha like a ghost. A seemingly ordinary straight punch was fiercely thrown toward the other's face!

"Seeking death!"

Seeing Chu Xiao dare to take the initiative to attack, and with a bare fist at that, Xing Sha's face immediately showed disdain and fury.

In his view, a mere Golden Core fifth-layer cultivator, and a Sword Cultivator at that...

...daring to use a fist to attack him, a Golden Core ninth-layer Peak Saber Cultivator known for his formidable Physical Body, was no longer just arrogance, but stupidity!

He didn't even bother to go all out, merely giving a contemptuous cold snort.

He casually swung the Ghost-headed Great Saber in his hand, carrying an indomitable saber momentum, to meet Chu Xiao's fist.

He could already envision the bloody scene in the next moment, where this ignorant kid's entire arm and half his body would be hacked into mincemeat by his blade.

However, the moment that seemingly unremarkable fist actually collided with his High Grade Spiritual Artifact-level Ghost-headed Great Saber!

The sinister grin on Xing Sha's face suddenly froze!

Boom!

An extremely muffled bang exploded!

The expected scene of flying flesh and blood did not appear.

Instead, the Ghost-headed Great Saber in Xing Sha's hand, infused with eighty percent of his strength and ten percent of his Saber Intent, actually let out an overwhelmed wail the instant it touched Chu Xiao's fist.

The blade bent backward violently at an exaggerated angle!

Immediately after, an indescribable, terrifying fist force erupted like a bursting flood!

Crack!

The crisp sound of bones shattering echoed throughout the area.

The disdain and sinister grin on Xing Sha's face instantly turned into horror and pain.

He watched helplessly as his Ghost-headed Great Saber was sent flying by the punch, and his entire right arm holding the saber—from wrist to shoulder—shattered inch by inch, exploding into a cloud of blood mist!

The remaining force of the punch did not diminish, slamming heavily into his chest!

Pfft!

Xing Sha felt as if he had been struck by lightning, and a large mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs sprayed out.

His entire body flew backward like a kite with a broken string.

He crashed through three ruined palace walls in succession before finally smashing into the rubble hundreds of feet away, his life or death unknown.

At this moment, the entire world seemed to have its pause button pressed.

The dozen or so Jiuyou Sect Disciples who had been jeering earlier had the sinister grins and mockery on their faces completely frozen.

They stared blankly at Senior Brother Xing Sha, who had been sent flying by a single punch, his fate unknown.

Then they looked at Chu Xiao, who was slowly withdrawing his fist, his expression still calm and indifferent, as if he had merely swatted a fly.

A wave of fear instantly swept through their entire bodies.

Dead silence.

The ruins of the entire Zixiao Divine Temple fell into a deathly stillness at this moment.

The dozen or so Jiuyou Sect Disciples, who had been arrogant and overbearing just a moment ago, were now frozen in place as if a binding spell had been cast on them, not daring to move an inch.

The mockery and cruelty from the previous second still lingered on their faces, but deep in their eyes, they were completely submerged by a black tide called fear.

Their brains were blank.

Their thoughts had completely stopped.

What happened?

What did they just see?

Senior Brother Xing Sha, a Golden Core ninth-layer Peak who had comprehended ten percent Saber Intent and was ranked in the top five among the Sect's Core Disciples... was beaten by a Golden Core fifth-layer Tianyan Sect Disciple with one punch... just one punch, until his bones were shattered and he was unconscious?

This... how is this possible?!

This completely overturned their understanding and utterly crushed the common knowledge of cultivation they took pride in!

That wasn't a spar, nor was it a duel.

It was a crushing defeat with no suspense!

It was like a divine deity swatting a self-righteous ant.

"Cough... cough cough..."

In this deathly atmosphere, a series of violent coughs, accompanied by the sound of falling rubble, came from the distant ruins.

Everyone's hearts tightened, and they looked toward the sound.

They saw Xing Sha, that man as burly as an iron tower, actually struggling to crawl out of the pile of rocks bit by bit.

However, his current appearance was miserable to the extreme.

The right arm that had held the saber had completely disappeared, leaving only a mangled shoulder.

On his chest, a clear fist print was deeply indented, and the surrounding bones were all shattered.

One could imagine that his internal organs had long been shaken into a pulp by that domineering and peerless fist force.

Blood, like free-flowing spring water, continuously poured from his mouth and nose.

It stained his hideous face, making it even more terrifying.

In his eyes, there was no longer any contempt or disdain; instead, there was endless horror, an inexpressible fear, and a hint of bewilderment.

"Golden Core fifth-layer... no, that's not right..."

Xing Sha stared fixedly at Chu Xiao, his voice as hoarse as a worn-out bellows.

He could clearly feel that the other's cultivation aura was indeed only at the Golden Core fifth-layer Peak.

But that kind of power... that kind of pure and brutal True Intent that seemed capable of suppressing everything...

"You... who exactly are you?!"

He roared, less of a question and more of a venting of the fear in his heart.

The intelligence was wrong! Completely wrong!

According to the information he knew, this boy was only at the Golden Core second layer and relied entirely on the power of a Top-grade Spiritual Artifact to kill the likes of Li Si and Wang Wu.

But now, the opponent hadn't even drawn his sword, and with just a pair of bare fists, he had beaten him—a Golden Core ninth-layer Peak—into this state!

Shame!

An unprecedented shame!

This sense of shame quickly overwhelmed his fear, turning into sky-high resentment and madness.

"Aaaaah!"

Xing Sha let out a roar and suddenly leaped up from the ground.

His remaining left hand quickly formed seals, and a clump of thick lifeblood essence was forced out from between his brows, instantly merging into his broken body.

Boom!

An aura even more violent and ferocious than before erupted from within him!

His already depleted spiritual power, at the cost of burning his lifeblood, actually climbed back to its Peak once again!

"Kid, no matter what kind of monster you are, you must die here today!"

Xing Sha's face was distorted, and his remaining eye was full of madness.