475: Chapter 475 You're Wrong, I'm Actually a Psychic Too

"What?!"

Xuanzhen's sickly smile froze instantly.

Holding a boning knife, he was about to step onto the altar and personally execute the death by a thousand cuts to thoroughly torture Fang Cheng.

However, he instinctively sensed a fatal threat surging crazily from the "prey" right before his eyes.

This aura… This will…

"Tyrant Body, open for me!"

A roar from the depths of the Soul suddenly exploded in this dark and bloody space.

The intense Battle Intent, burning like a flame, instantly flooded Fang Cheng's entire body.

Within 3 seconds, he was immune to all control skills, reduced 50% of incoming damage, while his Physical Body and Soul would not feel any pain or fear.

"Puff! Puff! Puff!"

Immediately following that, a series of teeth-aching sounds of muscle fibers tightening burst out.

Fang Cheng's body, bound by iron chains, expanded crazily at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Pectorals, arms, latissimus dorsi, thighs…

Every inch of muscle bulged rapidly like steel blocks inflated with high-pressure gas.

Those already robust and developed muscle lines were bulging to the extreme at this moment, and blue veins snaked and moved under the skin like enraged Dragons.

Boom—

A supremely pure golden flame suddenly ignited from the surface of his spirit body, sweeping across his entire body.

"Clang! Crackle—"

The moment the iron chains wrapped around his body and covered with poisonous spikes came into contact with this golden flame, the spikes were burned to ashes.

Next, under Fang Cheng's unreasonably tyrannical and terrifying strength, all the iron chains tightened inch by inch.

Then—shattered with a bang.

Countless broken chain fragments wrapped in golden flames shot out in all directions like shrapnel.

"Bang!"

Fang Cheng freed his arms from the bindings, then slammed backward fiercely.

The stone tablet behind him that locked him could no longer withstand this strength, bursting with countless cracks from bottom to top before completely shattering.

In an instant, gravel flew and smoke and dust filled the air, almost obscuring the entire hall.

"This… This is impossible!"

Xuanzhen was pushed back repeatedly by the suddenly erupted wave of Qi, and for the first time, disbelief and panic appeared in his scarlet eyes.

The Black Prison Soul-Locking Chains… were actually broken?!

You must know that this was the Law power of the Soul-Devouring Domain, condensing the Mental Energy of his lifelong Cultivation over more than a hundred years.

Even a mental-type powerhouse of the same rank would never dream of breaking free so easily!

How did he do it?

Even if Fang Shijie came personally, it would be impossible to break his Domain ability, let alone Fang Shijie's son!

"You… Just what are…"

Xuanzhen's questioning hadn't even made it out of his mouth.

A whistling golden afterimage abruptly tore through the smoke and dust.

The moment Fang Cheng broke free from his bindings, he stomped fiercely with his foot.

The altar floor piled with white bones was instantly stomped into a deep pit.

His entire body, like a golden cannonball fired from a barrel, had already rushed in front of Xuanzhen.

Too fast!

Xuanzhen only felt his vision blur as the extremely scorching golden flame that seemed capable of burning the Soul rushed toward his face.

He instinctively raised the boning knife to block.

However, Fang Cheng's fist was even faster than his reaction.

"Thud!"

The air seemed to be blown apart in this instant.

A dull, violent explosion like a cannonball firing echoed through the dark space.

Fang Cheng's Iron Fist carrying the force of ten thousand jun smashed directly onto the boning knife.

"Crack!"

This weapon condensed with evil arts couldn't even block for a millisecond before shattering into countless iron filings on the spot.

Yet Fang Cheng's fist momentum did not decrease at all, continuing forward.

Bang!

Amidst Xuanzhen's terrified gaze, it slammed solidly onto his hypocritical face.

In slow motion, his head tilted back, his cheek was distorted bit by bit by the fist peak, and a mouthful of blood mixed with broken teeth instantly spewed out.

At this moment, there was only one thought in his mind.

Why, here just like in reality, was he hit again?

Hit with a single strike!

Fang Cheng's eyes radiated brilliant light, his waist and hips twisted to the limit, and his other fist followed closely behind.

The Infinite Combo unfolded instantly, leaving no time for the opponent to react at all.

"Thud thud thud thud—thud thud thud thud—"

Resembling the continuous roaring of a heavy autocannon, dense sonic booms suddenly erupted.

In the blink of an eye, Fang Cheng's arms transformed into countless blurry golden fist images, completely enveloping Xuanzhen.

Every punch carried a shrill whistle that tore through space, and the fist peaks burned with scorching golden flowing fire amidst intense friction.

In such a short time, Xuanzhen's body had no time to fly backward at all.

Instead, he floated upward in mid-air, uncontrollably stiffening and spasming.

All his defenses and all his evil arts were like paper in front of this absolute speed and strength that exceeded the limits of thought.

In the blink of an eye, he completely reduced to a punching bag beaten passively!

Crack… Squish…

The sounds of bones shattering and spirit bodies tearing merged into one, yet were instantly swallowed by the louder Boxing sonic booms.

Fang Cheng's eyes burned with blazing Battle Intent, every punch condensing the terrifying energy brought by 70 points of transcendent mental attributes.

"Ughahhh—"

Xuanzhen's shrill scream had just been uttered when it was beaten away into nothingness by the next punch.

Bang!!!

With the final combo strike blasted out, Xuanzhen's spirit body could no longer maintain its form and exploded violently in mid-air.

Countless black phantoms darted out from his body, flying scattered in all directions like torn pieces of cloth.

Each shadow carried a shrill whistle, dancing in the air like hideous and distorted vengeful ghosts.

Fang Cheng slowly withdrew his fist, golden flames surging around his body, resembling a God of War descended to the mortal realm, coldly watching all of this.

However, these decomposed ghost shadows did not dissipate just like that.

"Hahahaha… It's useless! It's useless!"

Xuanzhen's resentful and crazy laughter came from all directions.

Seeing the flying ghost shadows as if summoned, they successively integrated into the walls, ground, and even the blood-red whirlpool on the ceiling of this mental Secret Realm.

Hum—

The entire Soul-Devouring Domain shook violently.

On the surrounding walls and ground, those dark red incantations erupted with an even more dazzling, eerie red light.

On the ceiling, countless distorted faces in the whirlpool had all turned into Xuanzhen's resentful face at this moment.

"In this old man's Domain, I am immortal and indestructible!"

"You think you shattered my spirit body? How foolish! You only completely released me…"

"Now, let you witness this old man's true means, the fierce Evil Qi accumulated over a hundred years!"

"Soul-Devouring Domain, Myriad Ghosts Pay Homage!!"

As Xuanzhen's roar fell, thousands of Xuanzhen's distorted faces in the blood-red whirlpool instantly emitted a piercing shriek.

Like dense locusts, they swooped down toward Fang Cheng.

At the same time, the red light of the incantations on the surrounding walls flourished greatly.

Wisps of cold, bone-chilling black aura were seeping out from the incantations.

Negative emotions such as fear, despair, and madness directly transformed into substantive resentment that coiled around Fang Cheng, attempting to drill into his mind and pollute his Soul.

Facing this overwhelming siege, Fang Cheng merely sneered disdainfully.

He was even too lazy to dodge, letting those ghost shadows and black auras crash into his burning golden flames.

Sizzle—

Like snow poured onto a branding iron.

The moment those hideous ghost shadows contacted the golden flames, they let out shrill screams and were instantly burned and vaporized.

As for the black resentment trying to corrode his consciousness, it couldn't even manage to get close to his body.

"Why… Why?!!"

Xuanzhen's voice was filled with shock and incomprehension for the second time, even carrying a trace of trembling.

In his vision, it was as if he saw a golden scorching sun slowly rising, tearing apart the surrounding darkness with its light.

"Why weren't you affected?! This old man's Myriad Ghosts Pay Homage… couldn't possibly fail!"

What he also didn't understand was that within the mental Secret Realm, given his own S-rank spirit body strength and reaction speed,

according to common sense, it should be enough to crush a physical enhancer with lower Mental Energy.

Why would he be blasted apart once again by a muscle-headed brute?!

"Hehe."

The corners of Fang Cheng's mouth curled into a mocking smirk.

Putting aside the fact that the golden flames originating from the True Sun Fire possessed incomparably powerful purification abilities,

just relying on the epic-grade Omniscient Language talent alone gave him a fourfold resistance to all negative energies such as curses, bewitchment, and evil thoughts.

The opponent's meager evil arts were practically less than fireflies before him.

Xuanzhen was incensed by shame and shouted shrilly with a fierce look and a weak spirit:

"Even so, you can't find this old man's true body; you can only be worn to death here by this old man alive!"

"Can't find you?"

Fang Cheng twisted his neck, his joints making a "crack" snapping sound.

"That makes it even simpler."

He grinned, revealing a row of pale, white teeth.

"Since you like hiding in a cave, then I might as well use my fists to smash this lousy place of yours to pieces!"

Finished speaking, Fang Cheng took a deep breath, and his entire body's muscles once again emitted tension sounds like steel cables being unwound.

Puff! Puff! Puff!

The muscle groups on his back suddenly expanded, impressively presenting a hideous, distorted ghost face resembling a weeping figure.

Demon Back, release!

Boom—

A fierce Evil Qi aura far more violent than before suddenly erupted with him at the center.

Within the raging golden flames, there was even faintly a trace of a tyrannical and overbearing pitch-black Devilish Qi.

This aura was like the descent of a ghost or god; just its pressure caused the red light flashing from those incantations to dim.

"You want to use… use your fists… to break the mental Secret Realm?!"

Xuanzhen's voice stammered, appearing even more uncomposed.

"You lunatic! Do you know what you are doing? This is the mental world! Do you think this is reality?!"

Fang Cheng ignored his clamoring, slowly turning around, his right arm clenching into a fist to gather strength.

"First, this disgusting thing!"

His gaze abruptly swept toward the altar not far away that had bound him for so long, piled with countless white bones.

Then with a sudden bow stance lowering, his right fist enveloped in golden flames brazenly rushed toward the altar, punching out.

Boom!

A golden shockwave visible to the naked eye, like a tyrannical battering ram, slammed fiercely into the bone altar.

"Crackle—"

The seemingly incomparably sturdy bone altar instantly filled with spiderweb-like cracks under the impact.

Immediately following, the entire altar exploded violently with the fist contact surface as the center.

Countless bone fragments containing resentment were ignited by the golden fire of will, turning into flying ash right in mid-air.

Once the altar shattered, the entire mental Secret Realm shook violently because of it, as if encountering an earthquake.

Xuanzhen's startled and angry voice sounded once again immediately:

"You monster! Exactly how did you bring the Physical Body's strength in?!"

"Physical Body's strength?"

Fang Cheng laughed, raising that fist burning with flames.

"You got it wrong, Xuanzhen."

"What I'm relying on is not the Physical Body's strength."

He suddenly turned his head, those eyes burning with golden flames seemingly piercing through the Void Realm, locking onto Xuanzhen hidden within the Domain.

"What I'm relying on…"

"Is also Mental Energy!"

The arc of Fang Cheng's grinning mouth grew increasingly grim.

Just kidding, his 70 points of transcendent mental attribute were a whole tier higher than those mere 60-something points in Physique, strength, and agility!

And in the world of the mind, will is strength! Mentality is brute force!

Even the Inner World of the Noah Building was blasted apart by me.

The crimson eye's blood-red space was also completely destroyed by me.

Could your tiny Soul-Devouring Domain be any different?

Here is my true home turf!

"Now, I'm going to blast this entire place to pieces!"

Fang Cheng turned around abruptly, facing the walls covered with dark red incantations.

He no longer paid attention to those ghost shadows, shifting his attack target to the remaining architectural parts of the hall.

Da da da da da da da—

Sonic booms even more rapid and piercing than when beating Xuanzhen earlier suddenly exploded throughout the space.

Fang Cheng's arms transformed into afterimages difficult to distinguish with the naked eye, every punch carrying the terrifying strength blessed by the Demon Back, pouring down onto the "spatial barrier" of this mental Secret Realm.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

The entire space trembled crazily under his inhuman fist speed.

The incantations on the walls sensed the threat, erupting with dazzling red light, attempting to resist this destructive strength.

However, this was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

Every punch of Fang Cheng contained an unrivaled absolute will.

The moment those red lights contacted the fist peaks, they were mercilessly pierced through and shattered.

The fist force passed through the incantations, slamming fiercely onto the "walls" of the Secret Realm.

"Creak—Creak—"

On the walls, the light of those incantations was dimming and extinguishing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Replacing them were shocking cracks.

The first, the second, the third… Hundreds and thousands of them!

Under the blessing of the Infinite Combo special effect, Fang Cheng's fist speed grew faster and more ferocious!

"No! Stop! Stop it!"

Seeing the hall on the verge of collapse, Xuanzhen panicked completely, as he could feel his Origin power draining away crazily.

"You lunatic! You'll destroy this place, hurry up and stop!"

"I surrender! I surrender! Nephew, spare my life!"

Seeing that threats were ineffective, Xuanzhen immediately switched to begging for mercy, his voice incomparably panicked:

"Don't hit anymore! I was wrong! I know many secrets! I also know that person's name and abilities…"

"I can tell you anything! I beg you to stop—"

"Too late!"

Fang Cheng's violent attack came to an abrupt halt.

Then he raised his head, those eyes burning with flames locking onto the ceiling.

That blood-red whirlpool still operating.

There should be the final core of this Soul-Devouring Domain.

"I said…"

Fang Cheng slowly squatted down, clenching his right fist tightly.

The "ghost face" on his back roared hideously, strength continuously converging toward his legs, and the ground beneath his feet collapsed inch by inch.

"To blast your Domain to pieces and enjoy your screams!"

Bang—

His entire person, like a golden rocket dragging a flame wake tearing through the darkness, soared straight into the sky.

Headed straight toward the blood-red whirlpool that had devoured countless dead Souls.

"Wait—"

Xuanzhen let out a panicked shriek, still wanting to use words to stop him.

Fang Cheng flew in mid-air, gathering all his strength and all his Battle Intent onto his right fist.

At that moment, his fist was no longer a fist.

That was a—golden sun that pierced through endless darkness, rose from Hell, and judged all evils!

Rumble—

This punch impressively pierced through the core of the blood-red whirlpool.

There was no earth-shattering loud noise; instead, there appeared an instantaneous, suffocating dead silence.

Immediately after—

Golden flames erupted like a supernova, bursting violently with the fist as the center.

The raging fire of will, in the most tyrannical posture, impacted outward from the inside of the whirlpool.

Those tens of thousands of distorted faces didn't even have time to scream before being instantly purified in this supremely rigid and yang flame.

Even the black whirlpool was torn apart because of this.

The entire mental Secret Realm, like a mirror smashed by an Iron Fist, began to disintegrate amidst a sea of golden flames.

"No—"

Amidst the burning ruins of the hall, an extremely dim figure revealing an aged true appearance was forcefully shaken out from the Void Realm.

That was no longer the arrogant Xuanzhen from before, but merely a shivering spirit body.

He looked at his own hands in panic, then despairingly gazed at the figure before him bathed in golden flames, resembling a demon god.

"You… You are not a normal human at all…"

This old monster who had lived for over a hundred years trembled all over, his face freezing with the final fear and incomprehension of his life.

"You must be… which Devil Head's Reincarnation…"

Fang Cheng was expressionless, taking a step forward amidst this ruins about to be destroyed, and instantly appeared before him.

Without saying another word of nonsense, he immediately raised his fist.

The next second, the light blazed brilliantly, and space collapsed.