Chapter 102: Self-Inflicted Fate (2)

The fierce tiger stared intensely at the surrounding skulls, its eyes burning with viciousness.

“Summoning Yin Ghost Mist? The lowest-grade tool in Feng Shui practice. Truly fitting for the worst Feng Shui master!” Yan Chuan sneered disdainfully from afar.

“Who did you say is the worst Feng Shui master?”

Ding Wugu, seeing that the myriad ghostly black mist had no effect and already furious, was further humiliated by Yan Chuan’s taunt.

“If you can’t even deal with a mere mortal, who else could be the worst Feng Shui master?” Yan Chuan pressed on.

“You!”

“Feng Shui masters stooping to your level disgrace the entire lineage. I suggest you bind your hands and beg for death on your knees!”

“Bastard!” Ding Wugu charged forward in rage.

Seeing Ding Wugu lose his composure, Yan Chuan’s eyes gleamed brighter—this was exactly the effect he wanted. Losing reason made one prone to mistakes.

Ding Wugu rushed ahead. As his hand formed a seal, the myriad ghostly black mist suddenly swirled around him, enveloping him completely.

Man and mist merged!

As the fusion took place, the black mist violently expanded more than threefold.

“Yan Chuan, die!” Ding Wugu’s furious shout echoed from within the mist.

Suddenly, a pale skeleton claw nearly ten feet in diameter burst forth from the black mist, swiping fiercely at Yan Chuan.

Surrounding the skeletal palm were countless skulls, exuding a ghostly aura that surged toward the heavens, immense in power.

“Tiger, gather your strength!” Yan Chuan commanded.

“Yes!” The three thousand soldiers roared in unison.

With a subtle movement, aided by the military formation, they forcefully channeled their blood energy toward Yan Chuan.

From the outside, it appeared as if a massive bloodthirsty tiger charged into Yan Chuan’s body.

“Dragon’s Might!” Yan Chuan unleashed a punch.

“Roar!”

The combined blood energy of three thousand soldiers, guided by Yan Chuan’s will, manifested as a two-story-tall blood-red fist, smashing fiercely against the skeletal claw.

“Boom~~~~~~~~~~~~~~!”

The clash of claw and fist unleashed a tremendous shockwave that shattered Ding Wugu’s black mist.

“Thud, thud, thud, thud!”

A series of heavy footsteps followed.

As the mist dissipated, Ding Wugu was forced uncontrollably to retreat several steps.

“Thud!”

It took nearly sixty feet for Ding Wugu to steady himself.

Yet at this moment, blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, his clothes were torn in large patches, and he stared incredulously at Yan Chuan and his companions not far away.

Yan Chuan’s face was pale, but his fighting spirit burned brighter than ever. His right arm, which had just thrown the punch, had its sleeve shredded, revealing a powerful forearm.

Not far off, Yang Zhijiu watched the scene in astonishment.

“Impossible! Yan Chuan is only at the Strength Realm—how could he possibly repel Ding Wugu?” Yang Zhijiu’s eyes widened in disbelief.

“Master Yan harnessed the blood energy of three thousand soldiers in that punch. It already had the power of the Elite Realm!” Qinglong said excitedly.

“A military formation? So formations can be used like this?” Moyu Xi mused thoughtfully.

“Yan Chuan’s victory is assured!” Baihu also cheered.

“Not necessarily!” A cold gleam flashed in Yang Zhijiu’s eyes.

Meanwhile, Ding Wugu slowly rose, wiping the corner of his mouth with a grim expression.

“Is that all you’ve got?” he sneered viciously.

“Ha, no need to pretend. My punch definitely injured your inner core. If you try to hold on, it will only worsen the damage!” Yan Chuan scoffed.

“Pfft!”

Ding Wugu could no longer endure and spat out a mouthful of black blood.

The black blood expelled, Ding Wugu’s complexion turned ashen, and his body weakened.

“You’re only at the Strength Realm—how could you possibly...?” Ding Wugu said bitterly.

“You don’t need to know. You shouldn’t have provoked me!”