232: Chapter 232 High damage with the left hand, high damage with the right hand!

Hand over the Wood Origin, and I, the Prince, will leave your corpse intact.

Ao Ming waved his tattered peach blossom fan, his narrow eyes revealing unconcealed greed.

Gu Changsheng lowered his head and scanned his ankles.

The pink miasma had already climbed up to his calves, and his skin felt a constant, stinging pain.

This toxic miasma was extremely insidious, specifically designed to break Protective Aura.

[Target: Ao Ming]

[Current Status: Severely injured (left arm useless), 30% mana remaining.]

[Divine Ability Analysis: [Thousand Illusion Flower]. Contains 'Pink Skull' illusion and 'Bone-Eroding Soul-Melting' law.]

[Weakness: This technique relies heavily on Divine Sense guidance; the caster's true form has empty defenses.]

The golden panel scrolled rapidly within his Sea of Consciousness.

Gu Changsheng didn't even glance at the panel a second time.

To deal with a crippled Purple Mansion Cultivator who had lost an arm, there was no need for any weaknesses.

Your Highness wants it?

Gu Changsheng raised his right hand, the emerald Dragon bead fragment rotating between his fingers.

Come and take it yourself.

Before the words had even faded, he exerted force with his right leg.

His muscles bulged, and the pale golden patterns beneath his skin suddenly lit up.

Bang!

The pink miasma wrapped around his calves was forcibly dispersed by the sheer power of his Physical Body.

It exploded directly into a sky full of pink light spots.

Ao Ming's face twitched.

This Guest Elder had actually broken free from a Purple Mansion-level toxic miasma using only brute force?

Stubborn fool!

Ao Ming shouted sharply, his only remaining hand fiercely waving the tattered fan down.

Whoosh!

The pink mist surrounding them instantly went berserk.

Countless phantoms of beautiful women appeared in the mist, singing and dancing, the scent of cosmetics so thick it was nauseating.

In an instant, the beautiful faces turned into withered bones.

The skins of the beauties peeled away, turning into ghastly white skeletons hanging with scraps of flesh.

Screeching as they lunged towards Gu Changsheng.

The dual laws of soul-bewitching and corrosion sealed off all paths of retreat.

Shen Zhiwei stood in the back, feeling dizzy, and even her true Dragon Bloodline trembled slightly under this toxic miasma.

She was just about to activate the canglan formation disk to provide cover.

Gu Changsheng moved.

He did not summon the jinghong sword, nor did he play the bone flute.

He didn't even activate his Protective Aura.

His legs bent slightly, and his spine, like a great Dragon, emitted a series of explosive cracks.

Boom!

The hard black iron tiles beneath his feet collapsed over a large area.

Gu Changsheng turned into a violent cannonball, advancing instead of retreating.

He charged headlong into the rolling peach blossom miasma.

Court death!

Ao Ming sneered.

This Thousand Illusion Peach Blossom Miasma was the foundation of his power; even First Prince Ao Qian would not dare to take it head-on with his Physical Body.

A mere Guest Elder, he simply didn't know what death was.

He was already prepared to collect the Wood Origin.

Rip!

A teeth-grinding tearing sound rang out abruptly.

A large bulge suddenly appeared in the middle of that extremely dense pink miasma.

Immediately after, a fist glowing with pale golden patterns brutally tore through the mist.

Carrying a violent, unstoppable fist wind, it went straight for Ao Ming's face.

It was too fast.

So fast that Ao Ming couldn't even mobilize his mana to cast an escape art.

He could only rely on instinct, gathering all the remaining Dragon Qi in his body in front of him.

A purple shield covered in Dragon scale patterns instantly formed.

The life-bound Protective Aura of a Purple Mansion Dragon was indestructible.

Clang!

The fist slammed solidly into the Dragon scale shield.

No stalemate, no deflection of force.

The shield, capable of withstanding a full-power strike from a Cultivator of the same rank, was covered in dense cracks the moment it touched the fist.

Crash.

The shield completely shattered, turning into a sky full of purple light rain.

Ao Ming's narrow eyes instantly widened, and feelings of utter horror completely overwhelmed his reason.

How is this possible!

Pure Physical Body strength, shattering Purple Mansion Protective Aura with one punch?

What kind of monster is this guy!

The fist's momentum did not diminish, unstoppable.

It landed straight on Ao Ming's handsome face.

Bang!

The dull sound of flesh colliding echoed at the edge of the altar.

Ao Ming's nasal bone instantly collapsed, his entire face twisted into a bizarre shape.

Several teeth stained with blood sprayed out of his mouth.

His feet left the ground, and he flew backward.

He slammed heavily into the metal pillar behind him, causing it to bend and dent.

Argh!

Ao Ming let out a shrill scream, clutching his face as he slid down from the pillar.

His head was buzzing, and his Divine Soul was violently shaken by this punch.

Behind the ruins in the distance.

Lin Xiren was stuffing a piece of black iron brick stained with Dragon blood into his embrace.

Hearing the commotion, he secretly poked half his head out.

Just in time to see Gu Changsheng smash Ao Ming's face into a bloody mess with one punch.

Clang.

The broken iron shovel in his hand dropped onto the pile of rubble.

Lin Xiren opened his mouth wide, his jaw nearly hitting his feet.

A Purple Mansion Dragon, being beaten like a punching bag?

That was Sixth Prince Ao Ming!

Famous in the Dragon Palace for being sinister and ruthless, playing illusions with elusive skill.

Now he was disarmed in one encounter and being ruthlessly rubbed into the ground?

Lin Xiren swallowed, feeling a chill down his back.

He was suddenly thankful that he hadn't provoked this fierce star at the banquet earlier.

This was no Guest Elder; this was clearly an ancient Vicious Beast in human skin!

He silently stuffed the Dragon scale he had just picked up deeper into his sleeve and shrank further into the shadows.

Can't provoke, absolutely can't provoke.

Shen Zhiwei was also stunned on the spot.

The true Dragon Bloodline within her was trembling slightly.

Not because of fear, but because of a pure suppression of status.

She watched with her own eyes as that high-and-mighty Sixth Imperial Brother was thrown around by Gu Changsheng like a rag doll.

Human Race Physical Body, crushing true Dragon Bloodline?

This completely overturned her common sense about cultivation that she had held for decades.

Purple Mansion battles had always been about comparing Spells, Divine Abilities, and Magic Treasures.

Who had ever seen this kind of street hooligan style of fighting?

Yet every punch from this hooligan carried terrifying power capable of splitting mountains and shattering stones.

At the edge of the altar.

Gu Changsheng shook the blood off his fist and approached with large strides.

Take advantage of his illness to end his life.

When dealing with a guy who excels in illusions and long-range attrition, one must never give them a chance to create distance.

Ao Ming spat out a large mouthful of stagnant blood and, enduring the excruciating pain, flipped up.

This Prince will peel your skin and pull out your tendons!

He roared sharply, his only remaining hand frantically forming hand seals.

The scattered peach blossom miasma gathered again, attempting to condense into a killing formation.

At the same time, water rippled beneath his feet as he prepared to cast a water escape art to create distance.

Gu Changsheng didn't give him any chance to cast Spells.

He stomped heavily, and the black iron ground exploded again.

His whole body slid low against the ground, instantly closing the distance.

His left hand reached out, his five fingers like cast steel, clamping onto Ao Ming's hand-sealing right wrist.

He twisted hard.

Snap.

The crisp sound of the wrist bone dislocating was clearly audible.

Ao Ming cried out in pain, and the Spell seal that had just half-condensed collapsed instantly.

Gu Changsheng pulled his right arm back, his waist muscles twisting violently.

A fierce hook punch, accompanied by a piercing sonic boom, smashed into Ao Ming's jawbone.

Snap.

His chin was instantly dislocated, and Ao Ming's head snapped backward.

Blood mixed with a few broken teeth sprayed into the air.

Gu Changsheng didn't give him any chance to catch his breath.

His left hand jerked back, pulling Ao Ming's off-balance body back in front of him.

His right knee rose high, carrying a sharp whistling sound as it slammed fiercely into the junction of Ao Ming's chest and abdomen.

Bang!

The dull impact caused visible ripples in the surrounding air.

The brocade robe on Ao Ming's back instantly shattered into butterfly-like fragments.

He curled into a ball, his body arching in pain.

His eyes bulged, and he even vomited bile.

The mana in his body was completely scattered by this blow, unable to condense even a fraction.

Gu Changsheng was expressionless, his movements mechanical and precise.

He released the wrist and switched his hands to grab Ao Ming's collar.

He forcibly lifted him into the air.

Then, a heavy headbutt slammed fiercely into Ao Ming's forehead.

Boom!

Their foreheads collided violently.

The pale golden patterns on Gu Changsheng's forehead flickered, completely unharmed.

Ao Ming, however, was struck so hard he saw stars, his frontal bone cracking.

Blood flowed down his nasal bridge into his mouth.

Don't... don't hit me...

Ao Ming begged incoherently, his once-proud face swollen into a pig's head.

He was afraid.

Thoroughly and completely afraid.

Gu Changsheng turned a deaf ear.

Finally, a heavy, powerful swing punch landed solidly on Ao Ming's temple.

Boom!

Ao Ming flew sideways.

He crashed through two metal pillars and finally landed in a pile of ruins.

Rubble buried most of his body, and there was no movement at all.

Gu Changsheng stopped his movements and caught his breath.

The power of this Physical Body was indeed useful.

He could deal with a severely injured Purple Mansion Cultivator without even consuming mana.

He shook the blood off his fist and turned to walk towards Shen Zhiwei.

Let's go.

The Wood fragment was already in hand; there was no need to fight to the death here.

Their figures retreated rapidly, soon disappearing into the darkness of the spirit-extinguishing corridor.

In the altar ruins.

Ao Ming lay in the pile of rubble, covered in blood, his fingers twitching slightly.

He wasn't dead yet.

The vitality of a Purple Mansion Dragon was extremely tenacious; even with such severe injuries, he was still holding onto his breath.

He struggled to open his swollen eyelids, looking in the direction where Gu Changsheng had disappeared.

Resentment, fear, unwillingness—all sorts of emotions intertwined.

Damn... damn bastard...

He wheezed like a broken bellows, attempting to fumble for a Medicinal Pill for healing from his storage ring.