Chapter 597: Chapter 187: Breaking into the Lair of the Evil God! The Unlucky Ones from the Great Yan Dynasty! (10,000-word mega Chapter, please subscribe)_1
Hui Er, the obese monk, was terrified to the extreme. He felt that the full force of his palm strike had not landed on the body of a living person, but rather on a solid piece of hundred-refined steel.
He watched in horror as his own palm twisted at a bizarre angle, acutely feeling the bones inside shatter inch by inch.
Broken bones even pierced through the skin, revealing themselves.
In the blink of an eye, blood dyed his palm red.
Droplets of crimson blood dripped down to the ground.
Suddenly!
An indescribable pain surged into his mind.
"Hiss ahhhhhhhhh!!" Hui Er frantically grabbed his right palm while screaming miserably, stumbling backwards until he had put some distance between himself and Fan Wu.
He stared at the silhouette of Fan Wu with wide eyes, the severe pain causing veins in his bloodshot eyes to bulge.
He shouted loudly, "Fellow brothers, be careful, this man is out of the ordinary! It is highly likely that he has some sort of special protective magic artifact on him!"
After such a warning, the expressions of the remaining four elderly monks turned grave.
All of these monks belonged to Longhe Temple, and each of them had grown up together from a young age. They were very familiar with each other’s level of strength.
Among the five of them, Hui Er was ranked fourth in terms of capability.
Especially considering this was a sudden sneak attack!
And yet, he didn’t gain the upper hand.
Instead, he was injured!
The situation now seemed to have entered a peculiar deadlock, the five old monks all knew that Fan Wu was not to be trifled with. They hesitated for a moment.
But.
Their inaction did not mean... Fan Wu would not take the initiative to attack!
Fan Wu turned around leisurely, his calm gaze falling on the obese monk behind him. He could clearly see the incredulity and disbelief on the other’s face.
Seeing this.
Fan Wu cracked a smile and took a step towards Hui Er, the obese monk. That step... despite the distance being at least ten meters, somehow crossed it all in one stride.
"Hmm?" Hui Er was taken aback, as Fan Wu’s figure seemed to grow immensely tall before his eyes in the blink of an eye.
Then he realized that Fan Wu was already standing before him.
Hiss!
Hui Er gasped in shock.
What kind of speed was this?
He knew that having such a terrifying person close in was certainly not a wise choice. Hui Er immediately tried to retreat, but he found that he couldn’t move.
Not even a step...
Hui Er’s eyes widened in shock, as he felt his bald head was being pinned down by a giant hand. It was this hand that immobilized him, preventing any movement.
A sensation of death’s suffocation had already crept into his heart.
Goosebumps covered Hui Er’s entire body.
Cold sweat poured out profusely.
"Slo...," overwhelmed with a sense of crisis, fear, and the imminence of death, he wanted to shout out loud.
But he only managed to utter one syllable before his head exploded into a mist of blood.
Boom!!!
Apparently, Fan Wu didn’t bother to listen to his ramblings and simply applied a bit more force with the palm of his hand, squeezing his head until it burst.
A headless corpse.
Slowly fell to the ground.
Utterly silent!
This horrifying scene stunned all the monks, except for Xing Fengzi and Yun Jiuqing.
Especially the traitorous monk Lingzhu, who had brought Fan Wu and others here, was so frightened that his legs gave out from under him, and he plopped down onto the ground.
His face was full of fear and panic: "Hui... Uncle Master Hui Er, is Uncle Master Hui Er really dead?"
"He... He died from just a pinch?!"
Even though he was not a cultivator, he could see the vast chasm between the two parties.
"Brother Hui Er!!" The skinny monk standing atop a tree branch shouted in a ghastly tone.
He looked at the headless body that had hit the ground.
His expression turned even uglier.
"You villain!!" Anger surged across the emaciated monk’s face as he held a Vajra Pestle in each hand and leaped towards Fan Wu from the right: "You killed Brother Hui Er, I will make you, this villain, join him in death!!!"
Sensing the movement at his side, Fan Wu threw a backhand punch to the right. His fist collided violently with the two Vajra Pestles in the hands of the skinny monk.
Bang!!!
Bang!!!
Two sounds were heard almost simultaneously.
Both of the skinny monk’s Vajra Pestle Magic Artifacts shattered at the same time!
The immense power carried by Fan Wu’s fist continued along the path of the shattered pestles, transferring to the emaciated monk’s arms.
Instantly!
The arms of the skinny monk... ended up in a fate similar to his pestles, perhaps even more miserable.
His artifacts may have been shattered, but at least there were fragments left on the ground.
With some time, they could be put back together.
His arms, however, turned into two clouds of blood mist, dispersing amongst heaven and earth.
The force even transmitted to his body.
Making him vomit a mouthful of fresh blood.
The entire person was then blasted backwards like a cannonball.
Crashing harshly into the woods.
And even breaking through two large trees!
