Beneath his clothes was not the withered frame one would expect of an old man, but a perfect, powerful physique that would put any young Martial Artist to shame!
His muscles were clearly defined—broad shoulders and back, a thick chest, a taut waist and abdomen... How could this be the body of a man in his sixties? It was clearly the body of an unparalleled beast in its prime!
His fists arrived before he did!
From three meters away, Lu Yun’s fists became a blur of afterimages, unleashing a frantic barrage from a distance at the writhing, shrieking yin soul in the pit!
Countless streams of scorching Fist Force scrambled to bombard the yin soul!
The yin soul’s shrieks instantly turned into despairing wails as the residual black mist surrounding it rapidly dispersed under the bombardment of Fist Force!
Even the ground suffered, blasted with one fist-sized crater after another by the terrifying, stray Fist Force.
Lu Yun’s fists were like tireless machines, continuing the bombardment for a full minute!
Only when he could no longer sense the slightest trace of cold, sinister energy did Lu Yun slowly relax his stance.
He didn’t immediately go forward to inspect. Instead, his figure flashed, and he drifted back several dozen meters to create a safe distance.
He then sent a sliver of his consciousness into his mind.
[Extreme Blue Martial Arts Modifier]
Name: Lu Yun
Sex: Male
Realm: Grandmaster of Huajin (Late Stage)
Cultivation Technique: Mountain-Breaking Inch Force Fist 2nd Floor (Great Accomplishment) [Modifiable], Hard Qigong 1st Floor (Great Accomplishment) [Modifiable]
Modified Value: 50
points!
His modified value had skyrocketed from the original 10 points to 50! A full increase of 40 points!
’That absurdly fierce and terrifying yin soul that forced three Warlocks to exhaust all their techniques...’
’...was really, truly beaten out of existence by my ’physical exorcism’!’
All of this had taken only a few short minutes.
As the smoke and dust gradually settled, everyone present stared blankly at the area.
All that remained was an earthen pit, now much wider and covered in fist imprints.
The bottom of the pit was completely empty. Forget the yin soul; not even a trace of residue was left.
Then, their gazes turned stiffly to the old man dozens of meters away, his incomparably powerful upper body bare as he panted lightly...
The intense visual contrast and the complete shattering of their perceptions left everyone’s mind blank.
The entire scene was dead silent.
Incredibly weak, Zhang Daowang’s lips trembled. He stared blankly at Lu Yun’s terrifying physique, so utterly at odds with his aged face, and sensed the heart-pounding, immense vitality emanating from him.
"Mr.... Mr. Lu... you’re a Martial Artist?"
Lu Yun slowly steadied his breathing, casually tearing off the remaining tatters of cloth from his body to fully reveal his powerful torso.
Hearing Zhang Daowang’s question, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.
"Master Zhang, didn’t I tell you before?"
"I... know a little bit of kung fu."
After witnessing Lu Yun destroy the yin soul he had raised, Zhao the Third let out a hoarse roar.
"Impossible! You old bastard... how could you be a Grandmaster of Huajin?"
Then, recklessly, he hurled the rough wooden crutch in his hand at Lu Yun with all his might!
The crutch flew toward him, whistling through the air. Lu Yun frowned slightly, not even bothering to dodge. He simply raised his arm and casually flicked it aside.
CRACK!
The crutch was sent flying, crashing against a distant wall and snapping in two.
It seemed Zhao the Third never expected the crutch to harm him anyway. The moment he threw it, his crippled body erupted with an astonishing speed that belied his age and disability!
Leaving an afterimage in his wake, he pounced in front of Lu Yun in just a few breaths!
"Die!!"
He roared, his left hand forming a claw with sharp, blackened nails. Wreathed in a vicious, sinister Qi, it shot straight for Lu Yun’s heart!
Lu Yun’s expression was indifferent, his body as unmoving as a mountain. He simply raised his own left hand, his fingers like a hook, and grabbed for his opponent’s wrist.
Zhao the Third shifted his attack, changing the claw to a palm strike that sliced at Lu Yun’s throat while simultaneously swinging his prosthetic right leg up at Lu Yun’s groin.
Still unhurried, Lu Yun pressed down with his right hand to block the groin kick, while his left hand switched from a grab to a sweeping motion, nimbly brushing aside the palm strike aimed at his throat.
He even intentionally dropped the guard on his right arm, allowing Zhao the Third’s claw to land a solid hit!
As his sharp claws dug viciously into the exposed muscle of Lu Yun’s right arm...
However, Zhao the Third felt as if he had grabbed onto a piece of incredibly tough, cold leather—no, it was like grabbing pig iron!
The rebound force sent excruciating pain shooting through his fingertips. With a sickening CRACK, Zhao the Third snatched his hand back in horror, only to see the five fingers of his left hand bent back at an unnatural angle.
His finger bones had fractured from the immense rebound force!
"Horizontal Training? And it’s Horizontal Training at the peak of perfection!!!"
Zhao the Third staggered back several steps, clutching his mangled hand, his face a mask of incredulous horror and pain.
He knew that masters of Horizontal Training had powerful physiques, but to be so strong as to break a person’s finger bones with the rebound from bare skin... that was simply unheard of!
Lu Yun also glanced at his own right arm with some surprise. There were only a few faint white marks on the skin, which faded in an instant.
When he looked at Zhao the Third again, there was a hint of surprise in his eyes. ’This Zhao the Third is actually a Grandmaster of Huajin, too?’
’However, this so-called "Grandmaster of Huajin" is a complete fraud. His aura is weak and unstable, his power is impure and muddled, and his foundation is pitifully shallow.’
’His actual combat prowess is probably even weaker than I was back when I was at the half-step to Huajin.’
’It’s more like... a false Realm, forcibly and hastily created by some external power.’
At this moment, Zhao the Third also fully grasped the reality of his situation.
’This mysterious old man before me has not only perfected his Horizontal Training, but his Martial Arts Realm is also unfathomably deep.’
’He’s a true master, someone I can’t possibly hope to challenge!’
’Forget about being severely injured with broken fingers; even ten of me, completely unscathed and tied together, probably wouldn’t be his match!’
The thought filled Zhao the Third with bitter resentment!
’My brother’s family’s blood debt has yet to be paid! I survived for thirteen years in this crippled body, resorting to evil techniques and burning my own lifespan, all for this day, wasn’t it?’
’Cao Shaozheng is dead, but his family... they aren’t all dead yet! I can’t die here! I must drag the entire Cao Family down with me!’
Zhao the Third suddenly raised his head. He stopped attacking and instead pointed at Lu Yun with his uninjured right hand.
"You damned old bastard! How could you help that animal Cao Shaozheng, who’s worse than a pig or a dog? This world... this justice... Is there any fairness left?"
Lu Yun was taken aback by this sudden moral accusation, and it took him a moment to process it.
’I helped Cao Shaozheng? When did I ever help him?’
From beginning to end, Lu Yun was certain he had never once lent Cao Shaozheng a hand.
’Weren’t you the one who started this fight with me? How dare you turn around and blame me?’
Seeing the slightly stunned look on Lu Yun’s face, a glint of madness flashed in Zhao the Third’s eyes. He suddenly threw his head back and let out a shrill, maniacal laugh.
"Hahahaha! Old bastard! I’ll make a deal with you! A deal you absolutely can’t refuse!"
Lu Yun stood with his hands behind his back, silently watching the performance.
Zhao the Third’s laughter stopped abruptly. He stared intently at Lu Yun. "Do you know... why I was able to turn my older brother into that terrifying monster?"
"Do you know... how a crippled old man like me could become a Grandmaster of Huajin?!"
"It was Immortal Flesh! I fed him Immortal Flesh!!! And I ate Immortal Flesh too!!!"
The moment the two words "Immortal Flesh" were spoken, Lu Yun’s pupils contracted sharply. The information Sun Niangu had revealed before—about the Elixir of Immortality and how Immortal Flesh could massively boost one’s cultivation—instantly flooded his mind!
Zhao the Third gave Lu Yun no time to react. Laughing wildly, he used his good right hand to whip out an object from inside his robes, close to his chest. It was tightly wrapped in exquisite, dark-gold silk and was about the size of a baby’s fist.
"Hahahaha! Here, take it—!!!"
Using all his strength, he hurled the silk-wrapped package toward another dark courtyard!
At the very same instant he threw the package, he himself bolted in the opposite direction, fleeing for his life!
’He knew his time was running out. He had to find the rest of Cao Shaozheng’s family before his life force was completely spent!’
"Immortal Flesh!!!"
At that moment, Lu Yun couldn’t be bothered with anything else. Zhao the Third, Cao Shaozheng, their feuds and vengeance—none of it had anything to do with him.
’It’s not like they’re trying to kill my family, so what the hell does it have to do with me!’
The next second, Lu Yun shot off in the direction the package had flown.

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