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Chapter 624: 624 Chapter: Not Convinced? Then I’ll Beat You Until You Are! (4th Update)

The scene was dead silent.

The only movement was the dust slowly settling.

Is he dead?

Many people were beginning to wonder.

It was then that a hand suddenly extended from the rubble, followed by Po Shan struggling to climb out.

But now, he looked much more miserable.

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Half of his skull had been blown to pieces, with brain matter mixed with blood trickling down.

With such severe injuries, any other cultivator would probably have died long ago. @@novelbin@@

It was only because the Shiva Demon Gate excelled at physical arts and had tempered the body to an extremely tough degree that he was still alive despite such critical wounds.

And the cultivators who witnessed this scene all felt a sense of extreme absurdity.

From the time this Hua Clan man with no cultivation fluctuation had arrived, in less than the time it took to drink half a cup of tea, he had reduced the domineering Po Shan to this state.

It was almost inconceivable.

At that moment, black light flickered incessantly on Po Shan’s head, and his wounds were violently writhing, trying to heal.

For the first time, a grave expression appeared on Po Shan’s face.

“I admit, you are very strong! But don’t forget, I am a Golden Immortal Practitioner!” Po Shan said coldly.

Hua You’an, who had been closely watching the situation in the hall, felt his heart sink.

In the Central Province or anywhere else, being a Golden Immortal signified the pinnacle of combat power.

And to become a Golden Immortal naturally meant that the cultivator had great fortune and destiny. Such people were usually very difficult to kill.

“Hehe, next I’m going to show you what it means to infuriate a practitioner at the Golden Immortal Peak!”

Po Shan’s features gradually became fierce, and his body started to swell as though inflated. Soon, he stood seven or eight meters tall.

If not for the great height of the hall, his head probably would have touched the ceiling.

And the aura emanating from Po Shan grew increasingly fierce and terrifying, his face gradually appearing less and less human.

“Berserk! He’s gone berserk!” Wan Chengyi cried out in shock.

Everyone familiar with the Shiva Demon Gate felt a chill at those words.

Originally, the Shiva Gate was inherited from an ancient religion of antiquity, with Shiva being the supreme deity of that faith.

But over the thousands of years of its transmission, the Shiva Gate gradually mutated, incorporating many methods from the Demon Race.

It eventually came to be known as the Shiva Demon Gate.

And of those methods, going berserk was the most terrifying and ultimate one.

Once initiated, it meant that the person had completely entered a frenzied state and would not stop until the opponent was killed.

Many timid cultivators had already quietly slipped out of the hall.

Hua You’an was bandaging Song Abao’s right arm wound while looking restlessly at Xue An’s back.

She didn’t know Xue An.

But this man, also with black hair and black eyes, gave her a strong sense of security.

Moreover, since his arrival, he had repelled Po Shan, indicating that he was an extremely formidable character.

It had been too long since the Hua Clan had seen a strong figure emerge, so Xue An’s appearance had uplifted the spirits of Hua You’an and the other two, including Jia Ning.

Consequently, they were even more concerned about Xue An’s current situation.

Seeing this, Cang Yayun and Liu KekKe were preparing to step forward to help Xue An.

Xue An raised his head to look at Po Shan, who now resembled a Demon God, and said indifferently, “So you plant a demonic seed from the beginning of your cultivation, waiting for the moment when you need it to draw it into your soul to boost your battle strength, is that it?”

Unlike the berserk transformation of others, since Po Shan had Golden Immortal Cultivation Level, he was able to remain conscious during the transformation.

So, when he heard these words from Xue An, his face couldn’t help but change drastically.

“You… how could you possibly know about the Demon Fetus?”

It was the most closely guarded secret of the Shiva Demon Sect, accessible only to the highest echelon.

Now that Xue An had revealed it with a single statement, he was naturally shocked.

Xue An faintly smiled, “The idea isn’t bad! But even if the Demon God were here, he would have to die today!”

Xue An vanished in an instant and the next moment, he appeared in front of Po Shan.

One could only see the divine light flourishing in Xue An’s eyes as his powerful Divine Sense formed a substantial giant silver needle, thrusting straight at Po Shan’s forehead.

Po Shan was horrified and tried to dodge.

But the Divine Sense silver needle moved too fast, like a dazzling silver light, piercing into Po Shan’s forehead in an instant and then shooting out from the back of his head, followed by a long trail of black demonic qi.

Po Shan’s expression instantly became stiff, and then a torrent of demonic qi started to escape from between his eyebrows, his enormous body rapidly shrinking.

With just one strike, Xue An had shattered Po Shan’s Demon Fetus.

And the intense backlash nearly obliterated Po Shan’s consciousness.

Only when his body had shrunk back to normal did Po Shan regain his senses, and, terrified, he shouted, “Who on earth are you?”

Xue An indifferently said, “I am Xue An of the Hua Clan! Now, I want to play a game! With every punch I throw from now on, you must count seriously, and if you count wrong or refuse to count, the torment will never end! Understand?”

“I’ll count your mother…” Though Po Shan was frightened by Xue An’s methods, his dignity as a Golden Immortal Practitioner made him curse out loud.

Xue An shook his head, “I don’t like that answer.”

Speaking, Xue An suddenly appeared behind Po Shan and then threw a punch.

Po Shan roared in anger, attempting to resist.

But with repeated heavy injuries and the destruction of his Demon Fetus, how could he withstand Xue An’s punch.

Boom.

He was once again sent flying by Xue An, then crashed heavily onto the ground.

Xue An smiled coldly, “And now, the game officially begins!”

As his voice fell, Xue An’s figure appeared next to Po Shan, who was struggling to get up, and he threw another punch.

It was then Xue An’s time to perform solo.

Po Shan perfectly played the role of a human punchbag, being blasted from the ground to midair, and then from midair into the earth.

The muffled sounds of punches landing on flesh, the crackling of breaking bones, and Po Shan’s screams composed a symphony with a bloody aesthetic.

At first, Po Shan still attempted to fight back.

However, Xue An’s punches were too powerful, and all of Po Shan’s attempts at resistance became futile struggles.

In the end, Po Shan was beaten so severely he could only endure by relying on his immense vitality.

By that time, this incredible vitality had become Po Shan’s shackle.

Because of this immense vitality, he couldn’t even lose consciousness but had to keep his eyes open and endure the beating.

It was only then that Po Shan truly understood how painful it can be to take a beating.

The deep, heart-wrenching agony soon brought him to the verge of collapse.

Finally,

after Xue An delivered another punch that blasted him from midair deep into the ground, smashing his newly healed ribs all over again,

he trembled and called out weakly, “One… one punch!”

Upon hearing this cry, everyone watching collectively gasped.

To have beaten such a strong opponent into submission.

This man of the Hua Clan… so terrifying!