The Extreme Alchemist of the Mighty Cauldron

Chapter 725: 725

Zhou Yishui’s face drained of color. The power of Fang Lin’s previous sword stroke was intense. If it weren’t for the protective golden stone he wore, Zhou Yishui would likely have been slain by the blood-colored longsword by now.

Seeing the crack appear in his precious golden stone, Zhou Yishui felt both distressed and angry.

This golden stone was no ordinary object. It was a royal treasure of Xuan Country, highly valued by the current Xuan Emperor and worn by Zhou Yishui since childhood, serving as a talisman to safeguard his life.

Over the years, Zhou Yishui had faced numerous crises, but thanks to this golden stone, his life had always been safe.

But today, the treasure that had accompanied Zhou Yishui for so many years cracked, indicating that even the power of the golden stone was insufficient to withstand the onslaught of the blood-colored longsword.

The treasure was damaged!

“Let’s see how many more of my sword strokes that broken stone of yours can take!” Fang Lin sneered. He swung his blood-colored longsword again, not intending to let go of this opportunity, determined to end Zhou Yishui’s life.

“Fang Lin! You’re seeking your own death!” Zhou Yishui roared in fury. He tapped the golden stone with his fingers, which instantly revealed an enormous fist imprint exuding an indescribable aura that blasted towards Fang Lin.@@novelbin@@

Fang Lin’s pupils constricted, yet he remained unfazed.

This was a blow from a practitioner at the Spirit Bone level, something Fang Lin was absolutely incapable of directly withstanding. Even a glancing blow could completely annihilate his physical body.

Although Fang Lin could not withstand it, the blood-colored longsword was undeterred.

As the fist print descended, the blood-colored longsword released an unusual sound, flying out of Fang Lin’s grip. Carrying an overwhelming bloodlight, it slashed directly towards the mountainous fist print.

With a booming explosion, the fist print shattered, its radiance quickly dimmed, and the blood-colored longsword retroflected. It seemed that this move had drained a significant amount of energy from the blood-colored longsword.

“Didn’t you just suck the blood of a King of Ghost Bats? Why are you trying to suck my blood again?” The moment Fang Lin caught the blood-colored longsword, he could feel that the sword had once again begun to behave in its previous restless manner, trying to extract his blood.

Fang Lin immediately ordered the Old Dried Corpse to intervene, but to his surprise, the Old Dried Corpse fell silent at that moment, seemingly falling into a deep sleep.

Findng himself helpless, Fang Lin temporarily sheathed the blood-colored longsword and launched himself up into the air.

“You can’t escape! Even without this sword, I can kill you!” Fang Lin roared. A sound resembling the rumble of a dragon and the cry of a Divine Phoenix came from his body, as though a True Dragon and a Divine Phoenix were awakening within him.

He launched a palm strike that seemed to cause heaven and earth to collapse, concentrating all the strength of his physical body into it.

Zhou Yishui’s face was grave as he pushed out a palm without any hesitation, unleashing an unprecedented force.

This battle was the ultimate showdown between Fang Lin and Zhou Yishui because both of them had pushed their power to the limit and had made significant progress compared to their previous clashes.

Boom!!!

It seemed as though countless thunders were howling and roaring. The moment their palms clashed, both Fang Lin and Zhou Yishui groaned in unison. However, Zhou Yishui’s mouth was immediately stained with blood, and he was sent flying backward.

“Take this!” Fang Lin advanced instead of retreating, forcefully attacking Zhou Yishui. In this peak confrontation, he completely overwhelmed Zhou Yishui.

Zhou Yishui was horrified. Even though their last encounter had left him in a state of distress, he still believed that he could defeat Fang Lin, considering himself superior.

But at that moment, Zhou Yishui finally understood that Fang Lin had surpassed him and, in a direct confrontation, gained the upper hand.

This was the most ruthless hit to the tremendously proud Zhou Yishui, utterly shattering his pride.

“Ah!!!”

Zhou Yishui roared, his eyes turned bloodshot and his spirit eye opened. The turbulent power from the spirit eye rushed out to form an armor.

This was a Flood Dragon armor, congealed from the Soul of Flood Dragon, and one of Zhou Yishui’s trump cards, rarely used.

“Weak!” Fang Lin sneered. A dark light spread before him as the power of Kylin Demon Bone was unleashed. Immediately, a jet-black armor, as cold as ink, covered Fang Lin.

Both men stood facing each other under the sky. Zhou Yishui, donned in his Flood Dragon armor, radiated a black-gold light. An image of the Flood Dragon wrapping around his body could be vaguely seen.

As for Fang Lin, cloaked in his pitch-black armor with sharp edges and ferocious appearance, the roar of the Kylin was incessantly resounding like a thunderous drum.

Both of them attacked simultaneously. Their every move was as if a needle was facing a strand of wheat, not giving an inch. Each offensive move was incredibly aggressive.

This was nothing less than a supreme duel among the younger generation. Zhou Yishui was the strongest among Xuan Country’s youths, while Fang Lin was a late bloomer. But at this moment, he certainly surpassed Zhou Yishui, if not equal.

Boom!!!

His armor crumbled with a punch, leaving a whimpering echo from the Flood Dragon. The image of the Flood Dragon instantly dissipated and returned into Zhou Yishui’s Spirit Eye.

Splutter!

Zhou Yishui spat out a mouthful of fresh blood. His face paled, and his body tumbled downward like a kite with a severed line.

Watching from not far away, Mei Yingxue and Wang Erdan, among others, were dumbstruck by the scene. They hadn’t expected Fang Lin to become so powerful. Zhou Yishui, who was once domineering, was surprisingly sent flying backward, spitting blood by the force of Fang Lin’s attack.

“He really did it.” Dugu Nian murmured in a daze as a mist formed in his eyes.

No one could maintain their composure. Everyone who had witnessed this scene was deeply shaken.

Zhou Yishui was truly defeated by Fang Lin.

A man who came from the Lower Three Kingdoms and was considered a bumpkin by everyone in Xuan City managed to defeat Zhou Yishui, who was once so high above them. The difference between them was so vast that everyone believed there was no chance for Fang Lin to cause any disturbance.

But now, Fang Lin had Zhou Yishui in dire straits, completely gaining the upper hand.

Such an instance of defeating the odds was probably unprecedented.

Zhou Yishui, with fresh blood dripping from his mouth and a pained look on his face, accepted his defeat. He had lost, completely lost to a man he had once looked down on.

“Stop it!” Just then, a roar echoed, shattering the mountains and overturning the rivers.

Fang Lin spat out a mouthful of fresh blood. His Kylin armor crumbled immediately.

“Father!!!” Zhou Yishui was overjoyed, looking at the figure approaching in a golden chariot.

Fang Lin’s face turned pale with shock as he blurted out, “Xuan Emperor!!!”