240: Chapter 240 Crushing with a Single Finger! Big Black's Supreme Takeout!

That giant Yao Beast claw, covered in cyan scales, brought with it a violent wind that tore through the air as it smashed ruthlessly toward Su Yang's face.

The gale caused the old locust tree in the courtyard to rustle loudly.

However...

When that giant claw, powerful enough to shatter a building, collided with Su Yang's seemingly defenseless left index finger...

There was no world-shaking explosion as one might imagine, nor were there any rolling airwaves.

At that moment, the scene came to an eerie standstill.

“Hum——”

A faint layer of golden light rippled out from Su Yang's fingertip.

Hua Tianxiong's massive, iron-tower-like body was brought to a dead halt in mid-air.

His severed Yao King arm, burning with ghostly green demonic fire, was less than half a foot from Su Yang's forehead, yet it could no longer advance a single inch!

The terrifying demonic power he took such pride in vanished without a trace the moment it touched that golden light, like a clay ox entering the sea.

Even the ghostly green poisonous fire attached to the giant claw was instantly evaporated by the Pure Yang True Fire on Su Yang's fingertip, without even a wisp of black smoke rising.

“How is this possible?!”

Hua Tianxiong's blood-red vertical pupils constricted sharply, his eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets.

He felt as if his full-strength strike hadn't hit a person's finger at all, but had instead slammed into an unshakable, ten-thousand-fathom divine mountain!

A massive counter-shock force surged back through his arm, causing the blood in his chest to churn and a sweet, metallic taste to rise in his throat.

Su Yang, on the other hand...

He was still leaning steadily back in his rocking chair, holding that cup of Hundred Fruits Immortal Brew in his right hand.

The liquid in the cup didn't even show a single ripple, let alone spill a drop.

Qin Xueji, hiding in Su Yang's embrace, had already closed her eyes to wait for death.

But after waiting for a long time, the expected pain did not come; instead, the surroundings became terrifyingly quiet.

She cautiously opened one eye.

With one look, this hundred-billion-dollar female CEO was instantly stunned.

She, who usually commanded the business world, now looked like a little girl who had never seen the world before.

She stared blankly at Su Yang's finger pressed against the monster's giant claw, then looked at Su Yang's handsome and calm profile.

An unprecedented and intense sense of security instantly filled her heart.

“What are you staring at? Scared to tears?”

Su Yang looked down at the dazed Qin Xueji in his arms, who was wearing a black and white maid outfit, and a mischievous smirk curled on his lips.

“No... I'm not...”

Qin Xueji finally snapped out of it, realizing both her hands were still tightly gripping Su Yang's waist. Her face flushed red, and she instinctively tried to let go and step aside.

“Don't move around. This old dog smells foul; don't get your clothes dirty.”

Su Yang's large hand pressed directly onto Qin Xueji's slender, snake-like waist. With a slight exertion of force, he pulled her back into his embrace. That plump, snowy softness pressed tightly against Su Yang's chest once more, bringing a startling elasticity.

Being held in Su Yang's arms in front of so many people made Qin Xueji so embarrassed that even her neck turned red. She could only bury her head low, the white lace cat-ear headband on her head twitching uneasily.

“Bastard! You dare ignore this seat!”

Left hanging in mid-air, Hua Tianxiong completely descended into madness.

With a wild roar, the blood and Qi in his body burned recklessly, all of it pouring into that cyan severed Yao King arm. The scales on the arm stood up one after another, attempting to forcibly crush Su Yang's finger.

“Treating a piece of rotten meat like a treasure... you really think you're something, don't you?”

Su Yang snorted coldly, a hint of impatience flashing in his eyes.

The index finger pressed against the giant claw bent slightly and then flicked forward seemingly at random.

“Bang!”

A crisp, muffled sound rang out.

Hua Tianxiong felt an indescribable, terrifying force surge through his severed Yao King arm.

“Crack! Crack!”

That ancient severed Yao King arm, claimed to be invulnerable and indestructible, saw its thick layer of cyan scales shatter like fragile glass under Su Yang's flick!

Massive amounts of black, foul-smelling demonic blood sprayed wildly from the cracks.

“Ah——!!!”

Hua Tianxiong let out a scream of extreme agony.

His over two-meter-tall massive body was like a golf ball hit head-on by a baseball bat, flying backward ten times faster than he had come!

“Boom!”

Hua Tianxiong's body smashed heavily into the group of Iron Fist Sect Disciples outside the courtyard gate.

The massive impact directly knocked over a dozen people and even brought down half of a blue-brick courtyard wall across the alley before he finally stopped.

Dust billowed.

The entire Locust Tree Alley fell into a deathly silence.

The hundreds of Iron Fist Sect elites outside, who had been clamoring to level the courtyard, were now all struck dumb.

One by one, they opened their mouths wide, staring blankly at their Sect Leader who lay in the ruins spitting blood.

One move.

No, it couldn't even be called a move.

Just a casual flick of a finger!

The Iron Fist Sect Leader, who had fused with an ancient Yao King's severed arm and was confident he could sweep through the entire secular Ancient Martial Arts circle, had been flicked away like a piece of lint!

“That's it?”

Mary leaned against the rocking chair, curling her lips in boredom.

Her crimson eyes stared at Hua Tianxiong in the ruins, and she waved her hand in front of her nose in disgust: “The smell of this blood is too nauseating. It reeks of old corpses; I wouldn't drink it even if it were free.”

Bai Li was still sitting at the stone table, unhurriedly sipping her tea, not even interested in getting up to watch the commotion.

“Dahei, stop sleeping. Your takeout is getting cold.”

Su Yang tilted his head back and drained the Hundred Fruits Immortal Brew in his cup. He handed the empty cup to Qin Xueji in his arms and snapped his fingers toward the courtyard wall.

“Hiss——!!!”

The Soul-Devouring Black Demon Flower, which had been waiting impatiently, instantly let out a sharp hiss of extreme excitement.

Boom!

The soil of the courtyard wall exploded.

A dozen thick vines, like pythons covered in black metal scales, shot out from underground like lightning, directly crossing the gate to pounce on Hua Tianxiong in the ruins.

“Sect Leader! Watch out!”

Seeing this, several loyal Iron Fist Sect Elders roared and drew their weapons, wanting to rush forward and sever the vines.

“Puff! Puff! Puff!”

However, these vines were not only extremely fast but also incredibly hard. The refined steel sabers in the hands of those Inner Strength masters struck them, only to produce a shower of sparks without even leaving a white mark.

Instead, the vines lashed out like steel whips. Before these Elders could even scream, their bones were shattered, and they were sent flying, spitting blood and dying on the spot.

“Get away! Don't touch my demon arm!”

Hua Tianxiong struggled to crawl up from the ruins, his eyes turning blood-red with extreme fear and anger.

He frantically waved that still-bleeding cyan giant claw, trying to tear apart the vines wrapping around him.

But in front of Dahei, who had fused with the severed branch of the Jianmu tree, this lifeless, broken Yao arm was nothing more than a side dish served on a table.

“Crackle, crackle!”

Ignoring Hua Tianxiong's attacks, several of the thickest scaled vines tightly coiled around his cyan giant claw, even sinking their barbs deep into the gaps between the scales.

“Ah! My hand!”

Hua Tianxiong roared in pain, desperately trying to retreat.

The eerie human face growing in the center of Dahei's flower disk revealed a cruel, hideous grin.

The vines suddenly exerted force and retracted.

“Rip——!”

Accompanied by a scalp-numbing sound of tearing flesh.

That ancient severed Yao King arm, which Hua Tianxiong valued as his life and had paid a painful price to successfully fuse with, was actually ripped clean off his shoulder by Dahei!

Blackish-red blood gushed from Hua Tianxiong's severed shoulder like a fountain.

He clutched his spurting wound, screaming shrilly as he collapsed to his knees, his eyes filled with despair and disbelief.

Dahei didn't care about his life or death at all. A dozen vines wrapped around the massive severed Yao King arm and quickly retracted into the courtyard.

The giant flower disk opened, swallowing the severed arm radiating Demonic Qi in one gulp.

“Gulp.”

After swallowing the Yao arm, Dahei's entire body of metal scales erupted with a blinding, ghostly light. Its massive trunk twisted excitedly; clearly, this high-purity meal of demonic power satisfied it greatly.

The hundreds of Iron Fist Sect Disciples outside were now completely terrified.

The Sect Leader was defeated! Even that invincible demon arm had been torn off and eaten raw by a plant!

“Run! Run quickly!”

“This is Hell! The ones living inside are all monsters!”

Someone shouted.

Hundreds of elite Disciples instantly collapsed, throwing down their weapons and crying out as they turned and scrambled toward the highway outside the alley, not even caring about the off-road vehicles they had driven in.

“Disturbing this young master's sweet dreams and you still want to leave in one piece?”

Su Yang looked at the fleeing figures outside the gate who were like stray dogs, a cold smile appearing on his lips.

“Dahei, work after you're done eating.”

“Close the door and beat the dogs.”

“Hiss!”

Dahei, having just had a full meal, let out a world-shaking hiss.

A series of rumbling sounds came from underground.

Countless black vines as thick as arms burst from the soil, weaving together at the perimeter of Locust Tree Alley into a metallic vine wall over ten meters high and airtight, completely sealing off the retreat of those hundreds of Iron Fist Sect Disciples.