"Wang Zhong... be careful... him..."
From within the pitch-black coffin-like tomb, Qian Renxue's extremely weak voice rang out. However, Wang Zhong was consumed by killing intent and ferocity, completely unable to hear her.
The burly man stared at the martial soul that manifested behind Wang Zhong, his rough and fierce face filled with profound astonishment.
"What kind of martial soul is this? How can it be so bizarre and terrifying!"
"Such a powerful and ancient aura!"
But Wang Zhong had no interest in answering him. All he wanted to do was tear this so-called elder of the Sacred Spirit Cult apart!
"Bajitian, Fourth Form, Cui Yue!"
His legs spread apart, his center of gravity lowered, his hands clenched into fists. One hung by his waist, the other formed into a palm, his arm extended straight before him.
Soul power surged through his body. His muscles tensed and bulged simultaneously. Immense and terrifying power churned within him like a tidal wave.
The ground beneath his feet cracked open. A fierce and domineering aura and power erupted from Wang Zhong's body like a volcano on the verge of eruption, terrifying and astonishing.
Sensing the change in Wang Zhong's body, the burly man, whose attention had been on the tree martial soul, suddenly shifted his gaze to Wang Zhong.
"This power and pressure, hahahaha!"
"I never expected that you, a plant-type soul master, would also walk the path of a power-type soul master!"
"Ah, what an exhilarating sight."
His bell-like eyes were filled with excitement and agitation.
Power-type soul masters had always been his favorite. Whether it was the deliciousness of their flesh or the raw power of their head-on collisions, everything about them brought him immense satisfaction.
"Come on!"
"Use all your strength to attack me! Let me see just how far your power can go!"
The burly man's wild laughter shook the entire forest, causing leaves to rain down.
"Then, you'd better be ready to receive it!"
Grinding his teeth, his voice laced with fierce intent, a sharp glint flashed in Wang Zhong's emerald green eyes. In the blink of an eye, he appeared before the burly man.
His speed was so swift, it was like a flash of sword light.
"Bajitian, Second Form, Po Qiao!"
The fiercely moving wind stirred up layers of fallen leaves, sending them swirling through the air.
His right fist, clenched tightly, was well-defined and powerful. The latent strength within it could shatter mountains and level peaks!
As his fist shot forward, the swirling fallen leaves were torn to shreds by the force of his punch. The fierce and massive gust of wind whipped the burly man's white hair into a frenzy, like writhing snakes.
Yet, such power only amplified the burly man's joy.
"Good, good, good!"
"I like this kind of power!"
Laughing wildly, the burly man also threw a punch in response. However, unlike Wang Zhong, his punch was without wind or waves, silent and unassuming, as if he hadn't exerted any effort at all.
Two fists, one large and one small, collided in mid-air.
*Bang!*
*Boom!*
A deafening explosion, like thunderclap at the ear or a volcano reaching its limit and erupting, occurred.
Under the impact of the terrifying force, the ground beneath their feet shattered. Stones flew everywhere, and giant trees were uprooted by the violent gust of wind and flung into the sky.
A massive pit, nearly a hundred meters in radius, formed around them. Everything within that area, except for the tomb-like coffin protecting Qian Renxue, was utterly destroyed by the sheer violence.
"Ah hahahaha!"
"What a thrill, what exhilarating power! It truly stirs a hunter's heart with joy!"
"Hahahaha!"
"However, this much power is still not enough."
The smile on the burly man's face grew more uninhibited. The muscles in his arm tensed slightly. With a single push and a tremor, without any apparent movement, Wang Zhong, whose fist was held firmly against his, was suddenly sent flying backward with even greater speed than when he had attacked.
A mouthful of blood spurted out in mid-air, followed by a second, and then a third. Nine large mouthfuls of blood stained Wang Zhong's chest.
The bone of his right arm, from his right shoulder, completely burst through the flesh, revealing stark white bone, exuding an endless chill and horror.
His body slammed heavily onto the ground, creating a powerful shockwave like a meteor impacting the earth. He dragged his body for nearly a hundred meters before the force finally came to a halt.
Struggling to his feet, Wang Zhong looked at the gruesome state of his right arm, a flicker of pain and ruthlessness flashing in his eyes.
Not only his right arm, but his internal organs were also riddled with cracks, on the verge of shattering, from that single blow!
He grasped his right forearm with his left hand and pulled forward forcefully, resetting the bone that had protruded from his arm. Streams of green energy surged into his body, continuously stimulating it to repair the injuries.
Fiercely wiping away the blood from the corner of his mouth, Wang Zhong's gaze fixed on the burly man, now filled with solemnity and trepidation.
His full-power strike with the fourth form of Bajitian hadn't even managed to shake the opponent!
His strength was tens, even hundreds of times greater than Wang Zhong's!
"Little fellow, do you want to be my disciple!"
Unexpectedly, despite holding absolute dominance, the burly man extended an invitation to Wang Zhong.
"If you agree, from today onwards, you will be my only direct disciple!"
"I will teach you what true strength is! I will teach you the correct way to use power."
"Furthermore, within a few years, I can increase your strength and physique by dozens of times! Even surpass my own."
"If you agree, all of this can be yours!"
His bell-like eyes scanned Wang Zhong's body, which to him looked like a matchstick, with greed and excitement. He had never imagined that such power could be hidden within a body that was merely a little strong and robust.
Though far inferior to his own, it was enough to make him stand out among everyone in the world.
"Come! Become my disciple, and I can give you everything you desire!"
"Wealth, status, power, even life and immortality. As long as you are loyal enough, I can have the Cult Master bestow them upon you."
The burly man extended a large hand towards Wang Zhong, his booming words filled with madness and a peculiar fervor.
"Hurry up and shut that foul mouth of yours!"
"I, Wang Zhong, will never be a scoundrel who betrays his master. Wealth, status, and power, I am not lacking!"
"My life is here. You can't take it, nor can you kill me."
Wang Zhong grinned, his emerald green eyes filled with stubbornness and arrogance.
His only direct teacher since that moment of kneeling was Bibi Dong!
"The greed and desire in your eyes already explain everything."
"You don't want me to inherit your mantle, nor do you want me to truly become stronger. You only want my flesh and blood!"
"You're hungry, you want to eat me! It's just that you saw my powerful physique and the room for improvement, so you thought that pushing the potential of this body to its limit would make it taste even better!"
"Becoming your disciple would simply be becoming a temporarily living livestock, waiting to be slaughtered by you at any time!"
His cold laugh caused the madness and fervor in the burly man's eyes to subtly recede. He tilted his head, looking at Wang Zhong, and let out a chilling chuckle.
"Isn't that good?"
"You should feel proud to be food worth cultivating for me. This is an honor that countless people would beg for."
"You're still not satisfied!!!!"
His furious roar carried extreme rage.
"It seems I need to show you something before you understand what an honor this is!"