Chapter 343 Origin, Hand-to-Hand Combat

A teeth-grinding sound rang out, and the indestructible Iron-Armored Corpse was torn into two irregular halves, starting directly from the top of its head.

【Killed Cyan Corpse, extremely satisfying, Origin + 0.1, Cyan Corpse Primordial Blood + 1】

"Note: 1 unit of Origin can be exchanged for 10 million Experience Points. It can be exchanged downwards, but Experience Points cannot be exchanged back into Origin!"

As the Iron-Armored Corpse was torn apart, the System's voice rang in his ears.

Origin?

Yan Chu's gaze flickered; something new had appeared.

However, he couldn't afford to ponder it carefully for the moment; he had to resolve the immediate predicament first.

As the corpse split open, cyan-black blood splattered, and a thick, foul stench permeated the entire Bone-Breaking Heavenly Ladder.

This was inside the Heavenly Pillar Mountain blessed land; if it were in the outside world, several large mountains would be contaminated, becoming a Forbidden Ground that no one could set foot in.

"Ah!!! My corpse!!!"

The Corpse-Driving Ancestor let out a miserable shriek, as if his parents had died, jolting everyone awake.

"Hiss..."

The sound of many people gasping in cold air rang out.

No one expected that a corpse refined from the Physical Body of an expert who had cultivated Innate Fetal Respiration would be torn in two just like that.

The key was that no one could tell what method Yan Chu had used.

Wasn't he only supposed to be able to use his Physical Body?

Before they could ponder further, changes occurred in the arena again.

Yan Chu grabbed a piece of the corpse in each hand and threw them out with a swoosh, splattering a large area with cyan-black blood.

The Gu insects splashed by the blood scattered to avoid it.

Corpse blood is also one of the most poisonous substances in the world, and one of the strongest means for a corpse to fight enemies; it is not necessarily less toxic than Gu insects.

Of course, that wasn't the most important thing.

After throwing the corpse, Yan Chu leaped into the air, jumping over ten zhang, and stepped on one half of the corpse. A tearing force surged downwards from the soles of his feet, and this half of the corpse was torn into two again.

Then, stepping on the newly separated corpse pieces, he used them for leverage in the air, chasing after the Old Man of Ten Thousand Gu and the Corpse-Driving Ancestor at extreme speed.

At this moment, Yan Chu executed the Nine Heavens Profound Wind movement technique from the Hun Tian Four Absolutes.

Even though he could not use his Qi Sea or Primordial Spirit, and could not manipulate the Profound Wind of the natural world, he drove it with the power of his Qi and blood, and was still supported by a breeze, causing his speed to increase sharply.

"How can this be?"

The Old Man of Ten Thousand Gu retreated in a hurry. Yan Chu's figure approached rapidly, startling him into hurriedly blowing an enigmatic whistle. The countless Gu insects that had been scared off by the corpse blood gathered into a long black snake, rapidly slithering towards him.

At the same time, he waved his withered claws, and thousands of poisonous insects surged like black mist, pouncing directly at Yan Chu's face.

In mid-air, Yan Chu took a deep breath and then exhaled with a puff.

A gale roared past, and the incoming Gu insects were blown in all directions, unable to form a shape.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Yan Chu used his Physical Body strength to execute the Nine Heavens Profound Wind movement technique, arriving in front of the Old Man of Ten Thousand Gu in an instant.

Boom!

He threw a punch. Before the shadow of the fist arrived, the mighty fist wind had already blown the skin on the Old Man of Ten Thousand Gu's face until it shook violently.

"Golden Armor Saint Insect!"

The Old Man of Ten Thousand Gu shouted, and a tiny Gu insect, invisible to the naked eye, exploded in his mouth, turning into golden liquid that instantly permeated his whole body, wrapping him into a golden figure.

Bang!

With a dull explosion, Yan Chu punched through his chest, creating a hole that could be seen through from front to back, with golden liquid flowing crazily from within.

"Uwa——"

The Old Man of Ten Thousand Gu threw his head back and sprayed a mouthful of old blood, his face filled with terror.

Swish!

Just as Yan Chu wanted to take advantage of his weakness to take his life, a thin figure had silently crept up behind Yan Chu, pressed silently against his back, and opened its mouth to bite his neck.

Its teeth were sharp and cyan-black, surpassing all sharp divine weapons in the world.

"Watch out!"

At this moment, no one reminded Yan Chu; everyone was holding their breath, watching silently.

Only Meng Ao, below, noticed this scene and shouted from afar.

Click!

The green-faced, fanged figure failed to bite down; its head was held by Yan Chu's backhand, and the two were locked in a desperate struggle. Its four limbs were tightly wrapped around Yan Chu's body, as if it were stuck to his back.

"The Corpse-Driving Ancestor is actually a corpse too?!"

Seeing this scene, the onlookers were all shocked.

They had thought the opponent was relying entirely on the power of the previous corpse, but they didn't expect that he himself was a corpse stronger than that Iron-Armored Corpse.

Not only was his speed silent, but even his strength was completely disproportionate to his thin body.

Now that he had revealed his true corpse form—face cyan-black, eyes blood-red, fangs in his mouth gleaming with sharp light—Yan Chu, who had just sent the Iron-Armored Corpse flying with a single punch, found himself unable to break free from the opponent's embrace for a moment.

"Hahahaha! Corpse-Driving old friend, I am coming!!"

From the crowd watching below, a fat monk with his chest and breasts exposed leaped out, laughing wildly. His monk robe flapped as he quickly climbed the Heavenly Ladder, his two fleshy fists smashing down towards Yan Chu's chest.

He grasped the timing perfectly.

Now that the Old Man of Ten Thousand Gu was heavily injured by a punch, he was unable to control even the Gu insects scattered all over the ground, which were scurrying everywhere, frightening the surrounding onlookers into moving further away again.

He hadn't dared to make a move just before, but now that Yan Chu was restrained, he had no qualms at all.

The Crimson King Zhu Fengtong in the distance was also eager to try.

However, after his eyes flickered, he suppressed his thoughts for the moment, deciding to watch first.

Yan Chu held the Corpse-Driving Ancestor's skull with one hand, but its fangs were still growing, about to touch his skin.

At this moment, the Mad Laughing Monk came rushing over.

These old Devil Heads were indeed not to be trifled with.

Thud!

Yan Chu stepped on the stone ladder and leaped up, unleashing a series of kicks with the Wind God Leg, which he hadn't used for a long time. Even though no divine wind emerged, the essence of "Wind has no form" was displayed to the fullest.

His martial arts had all been raised to Perfection directly by the System.

When it came to the understanding of martial arts, he was far stronger than 99% of the people in this world; even an old Devil Head of a thousand years could not compare to him.

At the highest point, noticing the situation here, Empress Dowager Yuwen Feng's phoenix eyes grew cold and sharp, and she said coldly:

"Does the Ten Thousand Buddha Cave not consider the Mad Laughing Monk a disgrace to Buddhism and wish to kill him on sight? Are you just going to watch him act recklessly like this now?"

"amitabha!"

Great Master Kongming of the Ten Thousand Buddha Cave lowered his head without a word, merely blocking the Emperor and the other two, watching the battle below quietly.

Although the few people fighting did not have a massive display of power, in the midst of the perilous situation, within every move and style, they were stronger than more than 99% of the people here.

Because the three people fighting Yan Chu were all existences who had cultivated Innate Fetal Respiration, old Devil Heads who had existed in the world for hundreds to thousands of years.

People like the Crimson King did not even dare to intervene.

Others could only act as spectators.

Thud! Slap! Thud!

In mid-air, Yan Chu's legs flew, leaving afterimages, and even the air here was whipped into sounds like firecrackers exploding.

Before the Mad Laughing Monk's smashing fists could land, their momentum was kicked away by his two legs, and then countless leg shadows kicked him until he had no power to parry.

Thud thud thud thud!!

His soles kicked the Mad Laughing Monk's exposed chest, the force penetrating into the bones, causing him to spray blood wildly into the sky and fall onto the stone ladder.

This scene moved everyone who saw it.

Yan Chu was locked in a great battle with three powerful experts, his upper body held tightly by the Corpse-Driving Ancestor, yet he kicked the Mad Laughing Monk into helplessness using only his legs.

This was still while his Qi Sea and Primordial Spirit were Sealed.

If he unleashed his full strength, to what level could he reach?