332: Chapter 332 Underground Altar!

Clang—!!!

The earth-shaking sound of metal clashing echoed throughout the underground space.

Under Su Yang's peerless and fierce punch, the surface of the hundred-zhang-tall bronze giant bell was instantly covered in spiderweb-like cracks.

The old man sitting on top of the bell's expression changed drastically as he was sent flying into the air by the powerful counter-shock force.

"How is this possible! My Soul-Losing Bell is an ancient treasure, how could it be cracked by a single punch from you!" the old man shouted in horror.

"What 'treasure'? In my eyes, it's just a pile of scrap metal."

Su Yang's figure flickered, appearing directly in mid-air above the old man.

His right leg carried a sharp whistle that tore through the air, like a battle-axe, hacking down ruthlessly toward the old man's head.

The old man had no way to dodge and could only raise the Bone Hammer in his hand to block.

Bang!

The moment the Bone Hammer touched Su Yang's right leg, it shattered directly into countless bone dust.

Su Yang's right leg's momentum didn't slow down, smashing heavily onto the old man's shoulder.

The sound of bones cracking rang out.

The old man's withered body was like a falling meteorite, smashing straight down into the bronze giant bell below.

Boom!

The old man smashed onto the crack-filled giant bell, and the massive bronze bell, completely unable to withstand the impact of the two forces, exploded and shattered.

Countless heavy bronze fragments flew in all directions, pitting the ground.

The old man lay in the ruins, spitting out large mouthfuls of black blood.

His left shoulder had completely collapsed, and his eyes were filled with deep terror.

In a single exchange, his proud Magic Treasure was destroyed, and he was heavily injured.

This young man's strength before him was simply a bottomless pit.

The old man struggled to climb up from the pile of fragments, his body swaying.

He glanced at the bronze fragments on the ground, his heart full of pain and malice.

"How dare you destroy my Magic Treasure! Today, I will peel your skin and pull out your bones!"

The old man's hands quickly formed seals, and a thick black Death Qi suddenly erupted from around his body.

This Death Qi condensed in mid-air into hundreds of black spears, their sharp tips pointed at Su Yang in the air.

"Go!"

The old man shouted, and hundreds of black spears shot toward Su Yang like a torrential rain, covering the sky.

Su Yang hovered in mid-air, looking at the incoming black spears, a sneer appearing at the corner of his mouth.

"Old dog, this is all you've got."

Su Yang didn't defend, diving directly down toward the rain of spears.

Golden Pure Yang True Qi formed a shield on the surface of his body.

The black spears struck the shield without creating even a ripple, directly melting into black smoke from the high temperature.

Su Yang instantly arrived before the old man, grabbing his neck with his right hand and lifting him up.

"Cough, cough..."

The old man's feet dangled in the air as he struggled frantically, his hands gripping Su Yang's arm tightly, trying to pry open Su Yang's fingers.

But Su Yang's arm was like iron, not moving an inch.

"Old thing, if you have any more Moves, use them quickly. Otherwise, you won't even have the chance to act."

Su Yang's eyes were cold, and the force in his hand increased slightly.

The old man's face flushed red, and his breathing became very difficult.

He knew he was no match for Su Yang at all, and a flash of madness crossed his eyes.

"Young man, don't push me! Even if I die, I'll take you down with me!"

The old man suddenly bit the tip of his tongue and spat a mouthful of essence blood into the air.

The essence blood didn't fall to the ground but quickly drew a complex array diagram in mid-air.

The space around the ruins instantly distorted.

A bloody scent even more terrifying than before rose into the sky.

"Blood Demon Disintegration Array! Open!"

The old man's body inflated rapidly like a balloon, and a large amount of black blood seeped out of his skin surface.

He actually intended to self-detonate his Primordial Spirit, taking the entire underground space down with him.

The self-detonation of a Soul Transformation Stage Late Stage cultivator was powerful enough to level everything within a hundred-mile radius.

Bai Li and Chu Ling's expressions changed slightly, and they immediately mobilized their full power to prepare for defense.

Su Yang's eyes were cold, and he did not retreat.

He held the old man's neck tightly with his right hand and slowly raised his left hand.

In his palm, a pure white flame was rapidly condensing.

This flame didn't leak the slightest bit of temperature, yet it emitted a dangerous aura that could incinerate the heavens.

With a bang!

As Su Yang crushed the old man to death.

The entire underground space returned to silence.

"Keep moving."