A huge half-section of the building plummeted straight down.

*Boom!* It crashed head-on into Li Cheng颐, who stood below with open arms.

The impact caused tremors, dust, and shattered bricks to explode outwards from the point of contact like squeezed cheese.

The deafening roar instantly drowned out all other sounds.

The earth trembled, and everyone felt a numbing sensation beneath their feet.

*Rumble!!!*

Everything was obscured by a cloud of rising gray dust.

The remaining half of the Taisu Qing headquarters building, bent and fractured, shed a few remaining fragments. Under the immense shock, it swayed slightly, almost breaking again and collapsing.

The surrounding crowd scattered like ants, fleeing in all directions.

At this moment, the Fighting Alliance, the Zheyingu, and the Taisu Qing Group's infected, all distinctions of affiliation and strength dissolved. They fled madly outwards, fearing being caught in the core of the deadly struggle.

Ten seconds, perhaps twenty.

As the falling debris settled and the noise gradually subsided.

The Taisu Qing members who had escaped with their lives, along with the Alliance members, separated and gazed toward the headquarters.

"Boss..." The demon man who had escaped, leading the remaining infected, looked at his leader expectantly, covered in dirt and disarray.

"Ya Long and the others will deal with him." Taisu Qing's face returned to its icy composure.

"As for us...let's deal with them first." His gaze shifted abruptly to the Fighting Alliance and the Zheyingu members not far away.

At the same time, they turned their heads to look at him.

The tense atmosphere quickly escalated.

But before Taisu Qing could make any move.

A hum, barely audible, suddenly rose from the ruins of the headquarters.

The hum grew from small to large, transforming in the blink of an eye into a thunderous roar.

*Boom!!*

The ruins seemed to inflate rapidly from within, expanding, compressing, and exploding.

The deafening blast sent shivers down everyone's spines. Some were even knocked to the ground.

A burst of wild laughter erupted from the center.

"Hahahaha!!!"

Hong Lian Canglu and the others climbed to higher ground, anxiously peering towards the center.

They saw a five-meter-tall giant squirrel-man, his body covered in magma-like crimson wounds, standing amidst the ruins, arms outstretched, laughing maniacally at the sky.

Ya Long and the other two stood tens of meters away, facing him from a distance.

"Third Generation." Ya Long slowly removed his upper garment, revealing a jade-like white body.

"Your death is at hand."

"Then come and take it!" Li Cheng颐 had no idea what the other party meant by "Third Generation," but judging from the faint flower-language fluctuations emanating from him, it was likely related to the Flower Emperor.

But none of that mattered at this moment.

The immense internal pressure surged uncontrollably the moment the second Dao seal was formed.

If the falling building hadn't absorbed the peak of the internal pressure, he might have exploded.

Even so, his body was still improving and strengthening.

The regenerative power of his new flesh was also increasing, but it paled in comparison to the increase in strength.

If he didn't alleviate it soon...

"Come! Kill me!!" Li Cheng颐 pointed to his head. "Knives, swords, guns, cannons, anything is fine. As long as you can do it."

The five-meter-tall Li Cheng颐 now radiated scorching heat, his body temperature exceeding 300 degrees Celsius and still rising.

The heat formed wind that flowed and blew between the four, causing their robes to flutter.

"Let me show you what a Saint's position truly is!!"

Ya Long stepped forward, his feet crushing the steep ground, each step flattening the earth.

Wherever he passed, the ground instantly caved in, forming a straight, smooth path.

This was a special effect that only occurred when one's control over their Jing Li (internal force) reached an unimaginable level.

The distance between the two closed rapidly.

The closer Ya Long got, the more intensely he felt the scorching heat.

But he didn't care.

The essence of the Saint's Body was an ultimate body formed to withstand the calamities of the world.

And those calamities were mostly various natural disasters and dooms, tsunamis, earthquakes, volcanoes, continental drift, meteorite impacts, even planetary collisions.

He could survive such disasters unscathed.

Such a body was the so-called Saint's Body.

Of course, since this was not the place where he attained Sainthood, the strength of his Saint's Body was far from being that exaggerated.

But...it was not something that could be countered by a mere commotion like this.

"I have seen meteors fall from the sky, the earth split, and a sea of fire destroy the world."

Ya Long said softly. His voice was clear and pure.

"I have also seen the sea rage, its waves drowning all living things on land."

"I have experienced earthquakes that shook and fractured the earth, with underground flames and lava erupting to blot out the sky. Hundreds of billions of tons of matter spewed out from the earth, covering everything."

He spread his arms.

"So...you think you are strong!?"

"You are just a frog in a well!! On the level of planets and worlds, you are utterly insignificant!!!"

The color of his skin began to change, rapidly shifting from white jade to charred black.

He became a pitch-black humanoid figure, with only the outlines of his eyes, nose, and mouth visible, without a single blemish on his body.

"Feel the pain," Ya Long chanted. "This is the Saint's Tribulation Realm!"

*Swish!!*

In an instant, the air exploded, a sonic boom swept outwards, turning into a cloud of white mist that dispersed the heat.

Ya Long vanished from his spot. In that instant, his speed exceeded ten times the speed of sound.

Far beyond anything Li Cheng颐 had faced before.

In the ruins, only a black line flashed, striking the giant squirrel-man's abdomen, who was standing still.

*Pfft!*

The black line stopped.

Then, a point of red light emerged from the point of contact.

The red light grew from small to large, expanding rapidly.

*Rumble!!!*

A sea of crimson fire instantly engulfed everything, completely obscuring everyone's vision.

The sea of fire was mixed with countless arcs of blue electricity.

From a distance, the fiery electricity looked like a giant ball of energy, hundreds of meters in diameter.

But this energy ball was not pure energy; it was also mixed with massive amounts of dust, rocks, metal, and so on.

The energy ball lasted for two seconds before exploding directly.

A dark red figure shot out from behind the ball, crashing to the ground, demolishing houses and small buildings, carving a massive ravine more than ten kilometers long and ten meters deep.

At the end of the ravine, Li Cheng颐 stood bent over with his knees bent, a deep fist mark on his abdomen, still smoking.

Blood seeped from the depths of the fist mark, dripping to the ground and burning with a hissing sound.

An indescribable feeling of comfort spread from the wound throughout his body, almost causing Li Cheng颐 to faint.

In that instant, the internal pressure in his body disappeared for a moment.

It was the blissful sensation of all internal pressure being neutralized, of pain disappearing for the briefest of moments.

"Is this your power!?" Pleasant as it was, he absolutely couldn't show it.

Li Cheng颐 slowly straightened up, his eyes meeting those of Ya Long, who was approaching slowly.

"It's strong, but..."

He clenched his right hand into a fist.

"To think you could kill me with just this! You're dreaming!!!"

Before the words left his mouth, he had already charged forward, the Zhuxing Longying erupting, a fist aimed at Ya Long's chest.

The terrifying increase in his body's strength also made this punch far faster than before.

Instantly exceeding the speed of sound, he created a white wave as he hurtled towards the other side.

"Too slow!" Unfortunately, Ya Long easily dodged the punch, sidestepping to the left and striking out with a single hand, hitting Li Cheng颐 squarely in the center of his forehead.

*Boom!!*

Another punch, at least five hundred tons of absolute force.

Li Cheng颐 staggered, sent flying backwards by the force. Before he could land.

Ya Long flashed again, appearing beneath him, striking upwards with an elbow.

*Bang!!*

Li Cheng颐's body was launched high into the air, tumbling and spinning.

Before he could fall, Ya Long reappeared at his side, his hands clenched into fists.

"Die!!"

His eyes bloodshot, his fists rained down on Li Cheng颐's body.

*Bang bang bang bang bang bang!!!*

A dense barrage of heavy blows rained down on Li Cheng颐.

In an instant, Ya Long unleashed hundreds of punches. And the power was even greater than before. Each punch carried a force of six hundred tons.

The cumulative power and speed of the blows were so devastating that even Li Cheng颐's skin and muscles were bursting, spraying blood.

"Die! Aaaargh!! Die!!!"

Ya Long punched furiously, and with the opponent completely unable to resist, he felt that his martial arts, which he was originally not good at, seemed to have reached their peak at this moment.

All the killing moves of the Saint's Tribulation Fist were used again and again.

Finally.

*Boom!*

Another deafening roar. Li Cheng颐's body flew out, crashing like a meteor into a gray building in the distance.

The building cracked at the waist and slowly collapsed.

Amid the rubble, Li Cheng颐 lay still on the ground, covered in blood, the scorching heat still radiating outwards.

His body temperature had now reached five hundred degrees Celsius.

Most of the materials around his body were burning red.

He looked severely injured. On the verge of death, his breath weak.

*Swish!*

Ya Long flashed to his side, quietly watching the motionless squirrel-man.

"It's a pity, if it wasn't for being here, you might have had a chance to turn things around..." He raised his hand, palm facing Li Cheng颐's forehead.

An even more powerful and heavy aura than before spread from his palm.

Oppressive, immense, terrifying.

Like a mountain suspended in mid-air.

That was the feeling that Ya Long's punch gave Li Cheng颐 at this moment.

"Farewell, Third Generation." Ya Long's expression returned to calm as he struck downwards decisively.

*Pfft.*

His palm struck squarely on the forehead, without any flourish.

This palm carried an impact force of over eight hundred tons, the limit of Ya Long's strength at this moment.

Such a small area, concentrating such a huge force.

What it brought was unparalleled destruction...

"Hmm??"

Ya Long frowned, looking at the still-weak Li Cheng颐.

Before the hit and after the hit, why did it feel like there was no difference?

He raised his hand and gathered his strength again.

'Could it be that I didn't use enough strength just now? Or did I use the wrong move?' he wondered.

Invisible airflow rapidly converged, and the second palm, without any flourish, fell with a boom.

*Rumble!!*

The ground beneath Li Cheng颐 exploded directly, collapsing into a large pit, engulfing both of them and causing them to fall downwards.

But inexplicably, Li Cheng颐 still lay in place, motionless, without any reaction.

He seemed to have fallen into a state of unconsciousness at a moment of serious injury.

And the two palms that Ya Long had just struck seemed to have no finishing effect at all.

(End of Chapter)