117: Yakuza principle: If you can't afford it, you'll risk your life!

Outside Cloud City, ten thousand meters high in the sky.

The violent Nine Heavens Gale winds sliced through everything like sharp blades. Although the Spiritual Qi here was dense, it was filled with a violent aura. For an ordinary Nascent Soul Cultivator, without protective treasure armor, staying above these clouds for too long would cause even their bones to be blown to dust.

"Rumble—"

An ancient war chariot, pulled by two Early Spirit Transformation Stage "Cloud-Treading Vicious Beasts," was arrogantly tearing through the sea of clouds.

The war chariot was crafted entirely from deep-sea sunken silver, its surface densely engraved with defensive formation runes, leaving behind a trail of dark golden light wherever it passed.

Inside the carriage, Towering Mountain's mountain-like physique sat cross-legged, his hands tightly gripping the iron box containing the "heart of the titan."

His eyes, round as copper bells, were filled with burning intensity.

"With this ancestor's heart, this Young Lord's 'Giant True Body' will surely be able to Breakthrough to the fourth level. By then, who in the Savage Domain's Soul Transformation Stage will be able to rival me?"

Standing beside him were two grim-faced old men.

Both were at the Early Spirit Transformation Stage, making them formidable experts even in the Spirit Realm where Spiritual Qi was abundant.

"Young Lord, although we have left the vicinity of Cloud City, we still cannot be careless. Those old foxes from the Ten Thousand Realms Merchant Alliance love nothing more than to engage in double-crossing." One of the withered old men whispered a warning.

Towering Mountain snorted coldly and slapped the iron box heavily onto his thigh.

"What is there to fear? My clan's Old Ancestor is waiting to meet us ten thousand miles away; who would dare to make a move against me?"

...

Just one thousand meters below the war chariot, within the clouds.

A dark golden speck of light was silently following closely behind at a strange frequency.

Gu Yang stepped on the Void Realm, his body emitting no fluctuations of Spiritual Qi.

He was currently at the Peak state of the **Divine Demon Golden Body First Turn (Early Spirit Transformation Stage)**.

Every cell in his body was like a miniature furnace, absorbing the violent gale winds from the surroundings into his body, and then instantly refining them into the purest physical strength through the "Five Elements Great Millstone."

His Physical Body had already adapted to the high-dimensional Law of the Spirit Realm, allowing him to move freely even at high altitudes with immense gravity.

"Er Gou, did you smell it?"

Gu Yang lowered his voice, while Er Gou on his shoulder was trying its best to shrink its form, its little nose twitching incessantly.

"Awoo..." (Big Brother, it's right above, the smell of that heart... it's both fishy and fragrant, just like aged cured meat!)

"Very good, get ready to eat."

A cruel arc curled at the corners of Gu Yang's mouth.

He did not engage in any probing, nor did he intend to follow any Jianghu rules.

For an Extreme Dao Body Cultivator, the fastest way to communicate is always through fists.

"Extreme Dao Burst Step—Void Lightning Flash!"

Gu Yang's legs suddenly kicked off the Void Realm.

"Bang!"

The air within a hundred-meter radius was instantly crushed by his kick, forming a brief vacuum hole.

His body was like an intercontinental missile launched from below, carrying an ear-splitting shriek as he smashed through the clouds and charged toward the ancient war chariot!

...

"Who goes there?!"

The two Soul Transformation Stage old men on the war chariot reacted extremely quickly, instantly summoning their Lifebound Treasure.

A pitch-black shield and a Flying Sword emitting cold air instantly materialized at the rear of the war chariot.

However, they underestimated Gu Yang's speed.

And they even more severely underestimated Gu Yang's inhuman impact force.

"Break for me!"

Before Gu Yang had even arrived, a mountain-toppling fist force had already slammed into the war chariot's defensive barrier.

This punch had no frills, only the pure vibration of his Physical Body.

"Crack—"

The ancient war chariot's barrier, which was capable of withstanding a full-force strike from a Late-stage Spirit Transformation expert, was covered in cracks like a mirror under Gu Yang's punch.

"Boom!"

Gu Yang rammed into it, and amidst the terrified gazes of the two old men, he landed directly on the war chariot's spacious deck.

"Thud!"

The terrifying weight of five hundred thousand jin, combined with the impact force of his descent, caused the entire massive war chariot to suddenly sink downwards. The two Cloud-Treading Vicious Beasts pulling the chariot let out shrill, miserable cries as their spines were snapped directly in mid-air!

"A Human Race Body Cultivator?!"

The withered old man shouted sharply, and the cold-air Flying Sword in his hand transformed into a hundred-zhang giant blade, slashing down toward Gu Yang's neck.

"Too light."

Gu Yang didn't even glance at it.

He suddenly raised his right hand, his five fingers like steel hooks, and directly grabbed the Soul Transformation Stage Flying Sword, which was sharp enough to cut iron like mud, with his bare palm.

"Creak..."

A teeth-grinding metallic friction sound rang out.

Under the terrified gaze of the old man, dark golden sparks erupted from Gu Yang's palm.

"Shatter!"

He exerted force and twisted hard.

"Snap!"

That High Grade Spiritual Artifact level Flying Sword was actually snapped in two by Gu Yang with just two fingers!

"Pfft—" With his Lifebound Treasure destroyed, the old man vomited blood on the spot, his aura withering.

Gu Yang did not pause; his figure flashed, leaving behind an afterimage as he appeared directly in front of Towering Mountain.

By this time, Towering Mountain had already stood up, his three-meter-tall physique still appearing extremely oppressive in front of Gu Yang.

"Hand over the heart."

Gu Yang stared at Towering Mountain, his eyes as cold as ice.

"Or, I will dismantle you and dig it out from your stomach."

"You're courting death! Giant True Body—Activate!"

Towering Mountain roared wildly, the giant Bloodline within his body burning frantically.

His stature soared in an instant, his muscles rapidly expanding, and in the blink of an eye, he transformed into a bronze little giant standing ten zhang tall.

That aura belonging to a descendant of ancient gods caused the space around the war chariot to begin trembling.

"Die!"

Towering Mountain's fist, which was larger than a water vat, smashed down toward Gu Yang's head with the force of a collapsing mountain.

Gu Yang did not dodge or evade, instead revealing a hint of an excited smile.

"Is it big? Then I'd like to see if you are hard enough!"

He took a deep breath, and the nine major acupoints in his body roared in unison.

"Divine Demon Second Turn Opportunity—The Extremity of Strength!"

Gu Yang's right arm pulled back violently, and dark golden patterns flowed frantically across the surface of his muscles—this was the manifestation of his Physical Body reaching the limit of the Early Spirit Transformation Stage.

Two fists of completely unequal size slammed fiercely into each other in mid-air.

"Thud————!!!"

A sound of physical collision that was enough to shatter the sea of clouds rang out.

It was a collision of pure physical bodies.

There was no leakage of Spiritual Qi; all the power exploded instantly at that single point of impact.

Towering Mountain's massive, bronze-like fist, at the moment of contact, actually suffered a strange distortion.

Following that.

"Pfft!"

A large amount of blood mist sprayed out from Towering Mountain's pores.

His massive body was actually sent flying backward by Gu Yang's punch, smashing through the war chariot's railing like a huge meteorite, dragging a long trail of blood as it plummeted into the Savage Domain jungle below!

Gu Yang stood steadily on the deck, a heavy iron box already in his hands.

He didn't even look at the two heavily injured old men, only lowering his head to grin at Er Gou on his shoulder.

"Let's go, eat while it's hot."