Chapter Eighty-Eight: The Ten Directions' Purifying Eyes, The Final Curtain Falls

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Under the watchful eyes of all, a gruesome mist of blood sprayed out like a torrential downpour in all directions.

Qin Xian, at the Second Foundation Establishment stage, exploded violently like a water balloon, releasing a ghastly, vivid spectacle of blood and flesh!

Bones and flesh were pulverized, organs shattered—

A heavy, thunderous roar echoed across the surrounding mountains like hundreds of lightning strikes hitting the earth, stirring a raging tempest of energy and wind!

Amidst that surging tide of blood and qi, the five-zhang square patch of mud beneath Chen Heng’s feet caved in with a muffled sound, then cracked like a parched riverbed, inch by inch.

Everyone fell utterly silent.

Time seemed to freeze and stiffen.

Whether cultivators of the Blood Lotus Sect or the countless scattered fighters, all stared dumbfounded at the scene. Even the flying swords and talisman devices engaged in combat dimmed their spiritual light.

The wind rustled the withered branches, making them tremble, and a chill ran down everyone’s spine, their hairs standing on end, a sharp pain prickling their bones.

One punch—

Just a single punch!

It directly blew apart a Second Foundation Establishment cultivator midair, leaving no bones behind!

Such overwhelming power!

Such fierce vitality!

Such force!

That wild qi and blood surged like a rampant beast tearing through the air, like a colossal ancient demon—its primal offspring—expanding its monstrous form, indulging in a feast of blood!

“...”

Some swallowed nervously, trembling, barely able to stand.

Even Qin Xian, at Second Foundation Establishment, was obliterated by one punch. No jade talisman or protective true qi could withstand it—they were shattered instantly, offering no defense.

Then what chance did anyone else have?

This overwhelming terror spread like a plague through every cultivator’s heart. For a moment, retreat was on everyone’s mind, their gazes flickering with uncertainty.

Not only the others—Yuan Yangsheng himself was dumbfounded, his eyes wide with disbelief. He instinctively stepped back several paces, his skin tightening with alertness.

If such a punch were to land on him—

Even if he miraculously survived—

He would lose most of his life force, left pitiable and broken.

“Big Brother might have misjudged. He shouldn’t have taught me the Gangsha Martial Way back then—he should have taught Chen instead.”

For the first time in his life,

Yuan Yangsheng felt a flicker of defeat, doubting himself, muttering quietly:

“If there’s ever a chance, I should introduce Big Brother to this Chen fellow. He seems to have boundless potential. If we could draw him over to aid us, perhaps when facing Big Brother’s own father, we’d have more confidence.

“But that kid’s not one to act without cause. To win him over onto Big Brother’s side, Big Brother might have to spill blood first...”

While everyone’s thoughts swirled in confusion,

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