268: Chapter 268 One punch shatters an ancient ferocious beast, the ultimate foundation of the Celestial Masters Sect!

The Qionghi stared with its crimson eyes, hardly able to believe what it was seeing.

This human before it didn't just refuse to run; he actually walked in of his own accord to be bitten?

The malevolent energy of the Vicious Beast, trapped for three thousand years, was completely ignited at this moment.

"Human ant, since you're so intent on seeking death, this King shall fulfill your wish!"

The dark red scales all over the Qionghi's body stood on end as the residual demonic power within its body erupted like a volcano.

The remaining chains bound to its limbs were instantly snapped by this violent force, turning into countless fragments that flew in all directions.

Having regained its freedom, the Qionghi let out a terrifying roar.

Its massive body suddenly leaped up, opening its bloody maw and lunging straight for Su Yang's head to bite down hard.

Qin Xueji cried out in alarm, her delicate body trembling uncontrollably.

Bai Li and Mary, however, looked as calm as ever, standing quietly in the back without even a furrow of their brows.

Faced with the bloody maw close at hand, Su Yang remained motionless, as if his feet were rooted to the spot.

"Crack!"

A tooth-aching crisp sound echoed throughout the entire seventh floor.

The Qionghi's upper and lower rows of sharp fangs bit solidly into Su Yang's shoulder and neck.

The expected scene of flesh and blood flying everywhere did not occur.

On the contrary, the Qionghi only felt as if its mouthful of fangs had bitten into a piece of incredibly sturdy Ten-Thousand-Year Profound Ice.

The terrifying counter-shock force caused its entire jaw to instantly lose sensation.

Immediately after, a ring of brilliant Pure Yang True Qi boomed and rippled out from within Su Yang's body.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

A series of crisp sounds, like rapid-fire cannon shots, followed one after another.

The Qionghi's pride and joy—a mouthful of fangs capable of easily crushing a Low Grade Spiritual Artifact—actually snapped all at once under the tyrannical counter-shock of the Pure Yang True Qi!

Dozens of broken teeth, mixed with foul-smelling demonic blood, sprayed wildly from its mouth like a rain of blood.

"Awooo—!!!"

The Qionghi let out a scream like a slaughtered pig.

Its massive body recoiled violently as if struck by lightning, slamming heavily into the wreckage of the Black Iron Cage.

Its two front paws clutched its bloody mouth tightly.

Deep despair and fear emerged in the look it gave Su Yang.

The Physical Body strength of the human before it was actually a hundred times more perverse than its own!

This wasn't a body of flesh and blood at all!

"Too little strength. Haven't you eaten?"

Su Yang's eyes were cold.

He slowly extended his right hand, closing his fingers into a tight fist.

"You took a bite just now; now, it's my turn."

Before his voice had even faded, Su Yang's figure instantly vanished from the spot.

In the next second, he appeared like a ghost directly above the Qionghi's massive head.

There were no flashy Spell fluctuations, only the purest, most extreme physical violence.

Su Yang raised his right fist and, with a piercing sonic boom that tore through the Void Realm, smashed it hard into the bridge of the nose between the Qionghi's two eyes.

"Boom!"

The entire Bronze Pagoda shook violently, as if a magnitude ten earthquake had occurred.

The Qionghi's massive head was smashed directly into the hard bluestone floor by this punch.

The surrounding ground shattered inch by inch like a spider web, the cracks extending all the way to the corners of the walls.

"Ow..."

The Qionghi twitched all over in pain, just about to struggle to its feet and flee for its life.

Su Yang flipped over and sat directly on its broad back, his left hand grabbing a single crimson horn on top of the Qionghi's head, while his right hand formed an iron fist that smashed down frantically like a violent storm.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Every punch that fell was accompanied by the bone-chilling sound of cracking.

The dark red scales on the Qionghi's body fell off in large patches as blood sprayed wildly.

The dignified ancient exotic species was now like a dead dog pinned to a chopping board.

It was being pinned to the ground and beaten frantically by Su Yang in a one-sided assault, without even the power to fight back.

He beat it for a full three minutes.

Only then did Su Yang stop his movements, shaking the demonic blood off his fist.

By this time, the Qionghi had been beaten beyond recognition.

Its entire head had swollen considerably, it couldn't even open its eyes, and it lay at the bottom of the pit on its last breath.

"Do you submit?"

Su Yang looked down from above.

"I submit... this King... no, this little beast submits..."

The Qionghi had its temper completely beaten out of it, repeatedly begging for mercy with slurred speech.

In the face of absolute violent suppression, the dignity of a Vicious Beast was worth nothing at all; survival was the only instinct.

"Since you submit, hand over a wisp of your Natal Demonic Soul." Su Yang held out his right hand.

The Qionghi did not dare to hesitate in the slightest. Enduring the intense pain, it forced a drop of dark red Soul Blood, which emanated a thick Demonic Qi, to float respectfully into Su Yang's palm.

Su Yang took the Soul Blood into his Sea of Consciousness, which meant he now had complete control over the life and death of this Vicious Beast.

With just a slight thought, the Qionghi's Divine Soul would be instantly extinguished.

"Your size is too large; it's an eyesore. Get smaller."

The Qionghi immediately circulated the residual demonic power in its body, and its massive frame rapidly shrank, finally turning into a dark red Pekinese the size of a local dog. It lay obediently at Su Yang's feet, even wagging its tail to curry favor.

Having witnessed the entire process, Qin Xueji was now completely numb with shock.

Not only was her boss's strength heavenly, but even subduing an ancient Vicious Beast was as simple and crude as taming a stray dog; there was no logic to speak of.

Mary flew down to Su Yang's side and gave the shrunken Qionghi a disdainful kick.

"Covered in stinking blood, how ugly. Boss, what use is this ugly thing? Why don't you just let me suck it dry so it doesn't waste air?"

The Qionghi shivered in fear and hurriedly hid behind Su Yang's leg, whimpering and whining.

"Keep it to guard the door. The Courtyard House is just missing a dog to watch the main gate," Su Yang replied casually.

At that moment, Bai Li stepped forward with elegant strides, her gaze falling on the ground where the Qionghi had just been lying.

"Hubby, there is something strange here."

Bai Li pointed a slender finger at the bluestone directly beneath where the Black Iron Cage had been.

In the ruins stained red by the Qionghi's blood, a very complex golden grand Formation actually faintly emerged.

The Formation's lines were constantly flowing like living things, emitting an extremely pure Daoist Spiritual Qi.

The Qionghi had been locked here for three thousand years.

In fact, the true purpose was to suppress this hidden Formation underground.

The Ancestral Master of the Celestial Masters Sect had truly gone to great lengths.

To actually use an ancient exotic beast to serve as the object of suppression for the Formation eye.

A glint flashed in the depths of Su Yang's eyes.

"So there's an unexpected harvest."

He strode forward, condensed Pure Yang True Qi in his right foot, and stomped hard on the center of the golden Formation.

"Open for me!"

"Rumble!"

The bluestone slab collapsed with a roar.

The golden Formation was forcibly torn open like a thin film, revealing a deep hidden compartment one meter long and wide.

Inside the hidden compartment, an ancient, simple brocade box made of red sandalwood was quietly placed.

The wooden box had no keyholes on its surface, but was carved with a mysterious totem of a dragon and tiger meeting.

Su Yang bent down to take out the brocade box and, without the slightest hesitation, flipped open the lid.

The moment the lid was opened.

A piercing purple light shot up into the sky, heading straight for the pagoda's dome.

Accompanying the purple light was a terrifying aura laced with the world-destroying power of thunder.

The space of the entire seventh floor was instantly filled with endless purple electric arcs.

Crackling explosions rang out in the air.

The violent power of thunder made one's Soul unable to stop itself from trembling along with it.

Inside the brocade box lay a square grand seal made entirely of purple-gold.

Four large ancient seal script characters were carved on the bottom of the seal, surrounded by lifelike thunder dragon totems.

This appalling thunder pressure was precisely what was being emitted from this grand seal.

"Nine Heavens Divine Thunder Seal!"

A look of shock flashed in Bai Li's purple eyes, and she couldn't help but cry out in alarm.

"This is actually a damaged Spirit Treasure left behind by the Ancient Thunder God!"

"No wonder the Celestial Masters Sect is famous throughout the world for its thunder techniques; it turns out the Ancestral Master attained the Dao by borrowing the aura of this treasure."

"A Spirit Treasure?" Su Yang raised an eyebrow and reached out to take the Divine Thunder Seal in his hand.

As soon as he touched it, the Divine Thunder Seal seemed to possess intelligence, erupting with even more violent purple thunder that surged frantically up Su Yang's arm, attempting to destroy the intruder's Meridians.

"A mere damaged, dead object dares to try and devour its master!"

Su Yang gave a cold snort, and Pure Yang True Fire instantly erupted, turning into an invisible furnace that tightly enveloped the Divine Thunder Seal.

The overbearing and peerless Pure Yang True Qi, like autumn leaves being swept by the wind, forcibly wiped away the residual ancient Divine Sense mark deep within the seal.

"Sizzle—"

The Divine Thunder Seal let out a faint wail of sorrow, and the violent purple electricity on its surface instantly withdrew, becoming incomparably docile as it lay quietly in Su Yang's palm.

"Not a bad little toy. Although it's a damaged item, it's quite handy for smashing people. If I feed it to Big Black to devour, perhaps it can allow him to evolve a thunder attribute."

Su Yang weighed the Divine Thunder Seal with satisfaction and casually tossed it into the System space.

As Qin Xueji watched it all, the awe in her heart climbed to its peak once again.

The peerless heavy treasure that the Celestial Masters Sect had hidden deepest, from which even the Ancestral Master could only borrow the aura to attain the Dao, was actually just a 'little toy' ready to be fed to a pet in her boss's hands.

"The business here is finished, let's go."

Su Yang clapped his hands and turned toward the stairs leading to the lower floors.

The Pekinese that the Qionghi had become wagged its tail and followed closely at Su Yang's heels, for fear that taking one slow step would result in another beating.

The group walked down the stairs, floor by floor.

Everywhere they passed, all the display racks holding Magical Artifacts, Medicinal Pills, and Spirit Stones had already been looted clean by Qin Xueji using Storage Pouches.

Not even a floor tile was left behind; it was so clean that even a mouse coming in would have to leave in tears.

They walked out of the underground karst cave.

They returned to the dense forest on the back mountain of Zhongnan Mountain.

Breathing in the fresh air outside, Qin Xueji's tense nerves finally relaxed completely.

"Boss, the thousand-year treasury of the Celestial Masters Sect has been completely emptied."

Qin Xueji reported respectfully, holding several Storage Pouches that were packed to the brim in both hands.

"Good job." Su Yang took the Storage Pouches and looked up at the night sky.

"This trip out has been quite fruitful. It's time to head back to Jiangzhou and take a look. Lest a few little mice take advantage of my absence to go and cause trouble at the Courtyard House."

Su Yang flicked his finger, and the ice dragon jade bangle turned into a streak of white light that shot into the sky.

The hundred-meter-long Frost Giant Dragon emerged once again, circling above Zhongnan Mountain.

The moment the Qionghi saw the Frost Giant Dragon, its golden fur stood on end in terror.

As an ancient Vicious Beast, it could naturally feel the pure, mythic-level Bloodline suppression emanating from this giant dragon.

It could only shrink its neck and lie honestly at Su Yang's feet, trembling.

Su Yang wrapped his arm around Qin Xueji's slender waist and leaped onto the dragon's head with the women.

"Back to Jiangzhou."