Boom—
Nine massive fire phoenixes, carrying the momentum to incinerate the heavens and boil the seas, slammed violently into the black mist that shrouded the sky.
The violent airwaves exploded instantly.
Wang Canglan stood high in the sky, his originally calm eyes suddenly flashing with a look of surprise.
He had thought this full-strength strike would be enough to burn that arrogant woman into ashes.
But when the sea of fire receded slightly, the black mist had not dissipated.
On the contrary, the massive silhouette within the black mist, resembling an ancient demon god, stood in its original place completely unscathed.
The black mist's arms jolted.
The remaining Pure Yang True Fire was crushed by sheer force.
Jiang Yuechu's figure shot out from within the black mist.
Her five fingers clenched into a fist, and she smashed it straight down toward Wang Canglan's face.
Upon her fist technique,
brilliant red light and silver radiance intertwined.
Above it, there were even faint flashes of orchid-colored flames.
Wang Canglan let out a cold snort.
Facing this kind of close-quarters combat, he did not retreat; instead, he laughed angrily, "Good timing!"
The Pure Yang True Fire all surged back, frantically pouring into his limbs.
His originally fair skin instantly transformed into a crimson-gold color.
The two collided violently in mid-air.
Their fists met.
A dull sonic boom, like Nine Heavens thunder, resounded through the clouds.
The Void Realm trembled, and visible ripples of airwaves spread frantically in all directions.
Wang Canglan had initially maintained a calm expression, but the moment the two forces made contact, his expression changed completely.
A massive force poured through his knuckles into his right arm.
"Wait..."
Jiang Yuechu's face was cold and stern. Having succeeded in her strike, she pressed her advantage and closed in.
Her elbow, sharp as a blade and wrapped in dense black mist, smashed heavily into Wang Canglan's chest.
In his haste, Wang Canglan crossed his arms to block.
Bang!!!
It sounded like a heavy hammer striking a bronze bell.
Wang Canglan felt a sharp pain in his arms, and his body was uncontrollably sent flying back several yards.
Before he could steady himself, Jiang Yuechu followed him like a shadow.
A whip-kick tore through the air, bringing a piercing whistle as it slammed heavily into his waist and abdomen.
Wang Canglan let out a muffled groan, and several fine bloody gashes even split open on his crimson-gold skin.
Shocking waves had already surged in his heart.
How is this possible?
What the opponent is using right now... is actually a Spirit Tempering Method?!
Mortal martial artists forge their bodies, but that is merely tempering skin, flesh, and bone; it eventually has a limit.
After Cultivators step into the high realm of Ascending the Tower, most value the Primordial Spirit and neglect the Physical Body, viewing the shell as a burden.
To achieve physical sainthood, one must practice the Spirit Tempering Methods passed down from ancient times.
Spirit Tempering Methods take the rare treasures of heaven and earth into the body, forcibly kneading them into the flesh, blood, and marrow.
Such techniques are inherently rare; even among the deep foundations of the Twenty-Five Lineages, such Legacies are scarce.
Furthermore, the tempering process is a life-or-death struggle, like enduring the punishment of a thousand cuts.
How could an ordinary Ascending the Tower Cultivator have the chance to learn such a method?
As the head disciple of Yujing Tower, he practiced the core Legacy, the Nine Revolutions Pure Yang Golden Canon.
He had endured the pain of Pure Yang True Fire burning his heart day and night to forge this Pure Yang Golden Body he was so proud of.
This wild girl was just a brute from a mortal Dynasty with no background to speak of.
How could she possibly know a Spirit Tempering Method?
What made it even more absurd to him was that her Spirit Tempering Method was actually more overbearing than his Nine Revolutions Pure Yang Golden Canon.
Fist shadows intertwined, and airwaves surged.
The slaughter in mid-air became increasingly tragic.
Wang Canglan had completely fallen into a disadvantage.
Jiang Yuechu gave him no room to breathe at all.
Great Black Heaven was fully deployed; the moment the Pure Yang fire left his body, it was crushed by the black mist.
She took a step forward, her figure closing in as if shrinking the distance.
Her right arm swung up, and a heavy punch tore through the Void Realm, striking straight at the heart.
Wang Canglan gritted his teeth, the Pure Yang fire condensing in his palms as he desperately guarded his front.
Bang.
It was another unadorned heavy blow.
Wang Canglan's crossed arms were forcibly jolted open.
Expressionless, Jiang Yuechu bent her right knee and slammed it hard into Wang Canglan's chest.
Wang Canglan's handsome face instantly distorted.
His throat felt sweet, and a surge of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.
His entire person fell like a kite with a broken string.
He crashed straight into the ruins below.
Boom—!!!
The ground collapsed, and dust flew everywhere.
Shattered stones splashed in all directions like a rainstorm.
Jiang Yuechu hovered in mid-air, black mist rolling around her.
The so-called number one person of the Eastern Region's Ascending the Tower...
Is this all the level he has?
Jiang Yuechu tilted her head slightly.
She was a bit disappointed.
This disappointment was not a deliberate pretense, but a genuine feeling of boredom from her heart.
She hadn't even had the chance to use the methods of her newly absorbed heart material.
Relying solely on the Great Black Heaven Body Forging Scripture pushed to the supreme level,
it was already enough to trample this Prodigy under her feet.
Jiang Yuechu shook her head indifferently.
She didn't think any further.
With a movement of her figure, she was about to dive down and directly crush this self-important head disciple of Yujing Tower to death.
Boom.
Flames suddenly surged from the horizon.
The firelight that had been suppressed by the black mist suddenly exploded frantically at this moment, like a final surge of life.
Jiang Yuechu's movements paused slightly.
Within the deep pit below,
Wang Canglan's figure slowly floated up.
His appearance had completely changed by now.
The red robe symbolizing his status as the head disciple of Yujing Tower had already shattered in the previous combat.
In its place
was a shell that had completely turned into a state of combustion.
The Pure Yang True Fire was no longer merely attached to his body's surface, but was erupting from within his body.
Wang Canglan looked up.
His handsome face was extremely distorted in the firelight, revealing an unconcealable madness: "I admit..."
"Your luck has indeed exceeded my expectations."
"Not only is your talent extraordinary, but you actually had the Opportunity to learn a Spirit Tempering Method."
"However."
Wang Canglan let out a cold laugh.
"Even if you were lucky enough to obtain a Spirit Tempering Method,"
"without the backing of a Dao Lineage's foundation and without an orthodox method's Legacy,"
"how can you possibly match my supreme great technique with its millions of years of inheritance?!"
He suddenly spread his arms.
The Pure Yang fire within his body completely lost control at this moment.
The agonizing pain of his Meridians being scorched made him let out a beast-like low growl.
Wang Canglan paid no heed to the backlash.
His eyes were completely filled with crimson-gold flames.
"Nine Revolutions Creation, Pure Yang Casting Tribulation."
"Golden Cauldron Refines the Form, Incinerating the Great Thousand Worlds."
"I request the Heavenly Venerable to drop the fire."
As the final syllable fell,
the Void Realm above the entire Wangchuan Valley trembled violently.
The originally crimson flames all transformed into a dazzling bright gold color at this moment.
Wang Canglan's body rose infinitely within the golden flames.
He no longer held anything back.
The golden flames roared across the sky.
Stepping on a fire lotus, Wang Canglan's figure was like a rising sun, charging violently from below toward Jiang Yuechu.
"Die for me!!!"
The roar tore through the clouds.
The golden sea of fire instantly swallowed the black mist that had shrouded the sky.