Eastern: I love doing good things-Chapter 168 : Knowing they can’t win, yet still fighting to the death.

Chapter 168 - 168 : Knowing they can't win, yet still fighting to the death.

At that moment, Jin Dahuan felt his scalp tingle, and instinctively activated his protective treasure!

A brilliant light flashed in front of him, and a transparent Heart Protection Mirror formed. However, barely as it took shape, it was shattered by a single punch from Fang Yuan!

This punch didn't slow down even for a moment due to the Heart Protection Mirror. Carrying terrifying force, it relentlessly struck Jin Dahuan's body!

In an instant, the skies changed!

Jin Dahuan's chest caved in violently, and his body directly pierced through Huagai Mountain, with a large amount of blood spraying out, tracing a straight line following his flight trajectory!

Sneaking up from behind, he was once again smashed down to the base of the mountain by another punch from Fang Yuan!

"Jin Dahuan? Not a bad name, but you'll be dead soon!" Fang Yuan's light laugh echoed throughout the sky.

Jin Dahuan had no energy left to wonder how Fang Yuan knew his name. His vision began to blur, and his consciousness grew faint.

He was a seventh-tier martial artist, his body tempered for centuries, and protected by the Heart Protection Mirror, yet after taking just one punch from the opponent, he was left unable to recover!

"Lord Danjun!!!" Jin Dahuan cried out desperately, "What's going on?!"

Wasn't the agreement that the opponent couldn't split their attention? Wasn't it supposed to be that if they split their attention, they would be severely wounded?

Yet here, Fang Yuan was directly attacking, and he didn't show any signs of backlash at all!

Instead, it was Jin Dahuan himself who was on the verge of death after just one hit!

"This is terrifying... I actually provoked such a monster?!" At this moment, Jin Dahuan felt his back go cold, his face filled with fear. "Lord Danjun, you've led me astray!"

"Damn, I didn't know it would turn out like this!" Danjun's angry voice sounded. As his host, Jin Dahuan's fate was tied to his, and he certainly wouldn't be foolish enough to send him to his death.

But looking at the situation, the soldier of the Yan Kingdom really had been cultivating a Dao body earlier—it was no illusion!

Why, why could the opponent interrupt their cultivation at any time without suffering any backlash?

This completely defied the basic principles of cultivation; it didn't make sense!

Wait a minute, perhaps the opponent had already suffered backlash, but was simply holding it in without showing any signs?

"Let me handle this!"

Thinking of this possibility, Danjun's tone became steady again. As a veteran master, his mentality was much stronger than Jin Dahuan's!

Then, Jin Dahuan's appearance suddenly changed.

He transformed from a burly man into an old man, wearing an elegant cap and robes, with white hair and a white beard, resembling a scholar.

"Lord Danjun, we should escape now!" Jin Dahuan's panicked voice echoed in Danjun's mind.

"No, if we escape now, we'll miss the best opportunity to kill him!" Danjun sneered, "If I'm not mistaken, this current state of his is just a façade!"

"He must have used all his strength in that punch that wounded you, and now he's at his weakest!"

"This is the judgment I've made after many years of experience as a master!"

Jin Dahuan felt uneasy, half believing, "Really?"

"Of course!" Danjun responded confidently, and with a wave of his hand, a green treasure sword appeared in his palm.

This sword was not like an ordinary sword, sharp and sleek, but rather slightly rusty and uniquely shaped, with three branches on each side of the blade, extending like tree branches.

This was the famous sword of Baiji Kingdom: the Seven-Branch Sword.

The Seven-Branch Sword was a blade that couldn't kill; it had no practical use for warriors, but for Danjun, who relied on the power of belief, the strength of faith could turn it into a divine weapon!

"Friend, come with me to slay this beast!"

Danjun muttered to the sword in his hand, then with a powerful step, he leaped into the air, raising the Seven-Branch Sword high above his head!

Boom!!!

The power of belief poured into the sword, and in the next moment, the Seven-Branch Sword surged with excitement, emitting a loud humming sound, as if it were a meteor ignited in the sky, its brilliance so intense it was almost blinding!

"Haha, my friend, you are always trustworthy!"

Danjun laughed heartily as the Seven-Branch Sword slashed down fiercely toward Fang Yuan. "Let's see if you can keep pretending!"

With this strike, Danjun infused most of his faith power, and as the blade came down, it felt incredibly smooth and exhilarating, as if nothing in the world could withstand this strike!

However, in the face of this terrifying attack, Fang Yuan simply extended two fingers and caught the Seven-Branch Sword by its blade.

Clang!!!

The brilliant light, like encountering a black hole, disappeared instantly!

Danjun's body froze. Even though it was just two fingers, it felt as if Fang Yuan had grasped the very essence of his life, rendering all of his overwhelming attack into nothingness!

"Impossible! Two fingers just neutralized my attack?" Danjun's heart shook with disbelief!

In that instant, he realized he had misjudged once again, and terribly so. The opponent hadn't suffered any backlash!

It was he who had overthought things!

"Knowing you can't win and still fighting on is called 'hot-blooded' stupidity. Even if you win, it's just fate's favor." Fang Yuan's gaze was calm as he looked at the opponent.

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As soon as his words fell, bang, bang, bang!!!

Like firecrackers exploding, countless thunderous strikes erupted on Danjun's body!

Fang Yuan unleashed over a thousand strikes in an instant, essentially giving Danjun a brutal one-time execution, with each strike infused with thunderous power!

Danjun's body was shredded like a meat skewer, broken into pieces, and the air was filled with the smell of burnt flesh!

"Ah!!!"

Once again, Fang Yuan faced a Jinchuriki, and another loud, tragic scream echoed through the sky.

Fang Yuan had fulfilled his promise once again.

Jin Dahuan, at this point, was in complete despair. He felt so foolish—how did he ever trust Danjun again?

His so-called "master" had never made a correct judgment in his life!

"Escape!" Danjun screamed in agony as his form turned to smoke, gathering at a distance. But now, he had transformed into a terrifying monster with a single eye and a sharp, fang-like horn.

By absorbing the power of faith, his form could change according to the imagination of his followers.

Before, he appeared as the old man, but now, this was his true form!

Even among his believers, Danjun appeared as a demonic monster!

"Another 'hard-to-kill king'." Fang Yuan shook his head. To him, Danjun was no different from the previous Tengu god—both relied on powerful reserves to repeatedly regenerate.

However, Danjun was far more humble, at least not like the Tengu god, constantly boasting about being an immortal deity.