Chapter 170: Chapter 117: A Gruesome Sight

The Martial Art practiced by the Hundred Ghosts Hall Master was called the Hundred Ghosts Scripture.

In truth, this technique was a branch of Blood Rakshasa, one of the Asura Three Dao from the Asura Sect of old.

This art was further divided into four paths—Blood, Flesh, Bone, and Life—which were the very Martial Arts practiced by the Four Great Ghost Kings under the command of the Hundred Ghosts Hall.

Each of these four paths of the Demon Technique, when separated, was a supreme art in its own right.

And if all four were practiced together, one could even cultivate Asura Death Qi.

Seeing that escape was hopeless, the Hundred Ghosts Hall Master finally abandoned the idea. In a fit of rage, his bones began to crackle and pop. They thickened and strengthened, his frame stretching ever taller.

His blood flowed like a raging river, the roaring rush so loud even an ordinary person could hear it clearly.

His skin and muscles swelled to match.

With a series of rips and tears, his clothes burst apart, unable to contain his suddenly massive physique.

Bulging muscles, a powerful physique—at this moment, his height far surpassed two meters, nearing ten feet tall.

Streams of blood-red True Qi coiled around his body—the Asura Death Qi condensed from the Hundred Ghosts Scripture. As it swirled, it looked as if a hundred ghosts clung to his form.

His once unremarkable face was now twisted into a demonic visage.

Only now was the Hundred Ghosts Hall Master truly unleashing the ultimate technique of his life.

As Fang Shuwen’s palm strike arrived before him, he abruptly thrust out his right hand.

His hand, only a fraction smaller than the palm of the Wind God Dharma Aspect behind Fang Shuwen, collided with the giant Dharma Aspect’s palm.

A deafening BOOM erupted!

The ground around them, blasted by waves of Inner Strength, shattered and exploded. The snow on the ground was violently thrown into the air, filling the sky!

In that instant, they were evenly matched!

Fang Shuwen looked up, stunned. Gazing at the now-inhuman Hundred Ghosts Hall Master, he felt no fear. Instead, a heroic spirit surged within him.

"What incredible Palm Power!

"Take another palm from me!"

"You brat named Fang, today... one of us will not leave this place alive!"

The Hundred Ghosts Hall Master’s voice was now a deep, guttural boom. Seething with rage, the blood-red True Qi coiling around him crackled like arcs of scarlet lightning.

Before Fang Shuwen could unleash his second palm strike, the Hall Master leaped into the air, his clasped hands raised like a sledgehammer, and brought them crashing down from above!

Fang Shuwen bristled at the sight.

Ever since he had entered the Jianghu, he had always been the one descending from the heavens to pound others into the dirt. This was the first time someone had dared to jump above his head—an utter reversal of the natural order.

But things had already come to this. He neither dodged nor evaded. Instead, he channeled the Great Black Heaven God Palm, and in an instant, another Dharma Aspect rose up behind him.

It stood over twenty feet tall, with six arms and three eyes. Its face was savage and fierce, and behind its head rose a Buddha Wheel that blazed like fire.

Fang Shuwen’s gaze was serene as he slowly pushed his right palm up toward the sky.

The palm strike looked ordinary, devoid of any aggression.

The Dharma Aspect mirrored his movement, slowly extending its own hand to catch the Hundred Ghosts Hall Master’s two-fisted strike in its palm.

VMMMM!!!

The moment fist met palm, the entire world seemed to freeze for an instant.

Caught within it, one couldn’t help but feel dazed, unable to tell if it was a fleeting instant or an eternity.

Then, when the stillness shattered, a deep RUMBLE began to spread madly outward, with Fang Shuwen at its epicenter.

A series of explosions erupted across the ground. Wherever the shockwaves passed, great trees were shattered by the aftershock of their clash. Within a radius of over two hundred feet, all the snow was swept away.

The entire landscape was transformed into a field of jagged craters.

At the same time, a rare look of pain appeared on the Hundred Ghosts Hall Master’s demonic face.

The sound of bones shattering could be heard coming from beneath his skin.

His muscles bulged violently. Starting from his wrists and spreading to his shoulders, a crisp series of pops—POP! POP! POP! POP!—exploded up along his meridians as blood rained down from the sky.

This palm strike from Fang Shuwen was none other than Knocking the Mountain and Shaking the Demon!

Struck by the blow, the Hundred Ghosts Hall Master let out an inhuman roar and recoiled backward in midair.

Fang Shuwen, however, remained motionless. He had transferred the full force of the Hundred Ghosts Hall Master’s devastating blow down into his feet and dispersed it in all directions.

All the destruction within that two-hundred-foot radius had stemmed from this.

But just then, something happened that Fang Shuwen had not anticipated.

The blood splattering through the air did not fall to the ground, nor did it return to the Hundred Ghosts Hall Master’s body.

Instead, like Hidden Weapons imbued with endless Inner Strength, the blood shot toward him from all directions in a way Fang Shuwen had never imagined!

Even with his peerless Martial Arts, Fang Shuwen was momentarily stunned.

’You can do that?’

He knew that of the four paths in the Hundred Ghosts Scripture—Blood, Flesh, Bone, and Life—the Bone and Flesh paths were for defense and recovery.

But he had no idea what the Blood and Life paths entailed.

This new move was clearly rooted in the Blood path, but the fact that blood could be turned into Hidden Weapons was still beyond Fang Shuwen’s imagination.

’This wasn’t a technique any normal person could have conceived.’

But there was no time to dwell on it.

Although he didn’t have a dedicated Body-Protecting Divine Technique, that didn’t mean he was defenseless.

With a single thought, he converted all his Inner Strength into the Muscle Strengthening Scripture’s Divine Technique. Instantly, an invisible wall of qi condensed around him, layer upon layer, until it was easily over three feet thick.

The blood, suffused with Asura Death Qi, transformed into the sharpest of projectiles, each drop carrying immense power.

Yet when they slammed into the wall of qi, they were rendered utterly useless.