Out of fear of death, Invest Everything into Health-Chapter 297 - 151: Dispel the Mind-Ape, Fists Subdue Mountains, Sword Shatters the Great Dao

Chapter 297: Chapter 151: Dispel the Mind-Ape, Fists Subdue Mountains, Sword Shatters the Great Dao

He began to cough violently, struggling to crawl towards Wang Shi. Stopping Wang Shi was the only thing he could remember now.

At this moment, a gentle voice sounded in his ear, "Take a good rest, one more punch and you might really die."

The Mountain God desperately turned his head, trying to see clearly who the owner of the voice was.

But his vision was very blurred, he couldn’t see clearly at all, only that person slowly drew a long sword from his chest and disappeared like a falling leaf.

That sword,

He had seen it before.

...

Wang Shi looked at the young man ahead, and the excitement brewing in his eyes finally reached its peak at this moment.

His face was flushed, as if he had just experienced a tumultuous affair, gaining unprecedented pleasure in the entanglement.

He panted heavily, walking step by step towards the young man.

At this moment, in his eyes, that young man was not just a young man, but a Paradise, an Ascension Platform, an exquisite thing that sitting at the Immortal Capital couldn’t buy.

"Coming to me voluntarily, I like it, I like it a lot!"

Fan Wubing looked at him with an extremely calm gaze, as if he was not looking at a person, but at the wild grass by the roadside.

This kind of gaze, however, pierced Wang Shi’s nerves like a sharp weapon, "How dare you look at me like that, how dare you!"

Fan Wubing held a sword and sliced down a piece of wild grass beside him, "Your life is as insignificant as grass, why wouldn’t I dare?"

"If that ugly little old man is a cockroach, disgusting to step on, then you are a puppy just opening its eyes, the more I trample, the more miserable you cry. The more miserably you cry, the happier I am." Wang Shi’s facial features almost converged into one, like a bottomless vortex.

Fan Wubing suddenly smiled and asked, "Are you a practitioner of both Immortal and Martial arts?"

Wang Shi squinted his eyes and didn’t answer.

Fan Wubing asked again, "The best is the Immortal Martial Fist Technique, right? Look at your big, rough appearance... indeed brainless." He said while inserting the Moon-Pointing Longsword back into his chest, "You punched the Mountain God twice, I’ll not punch more, just two punches for you."

"Ah hahahahaha—" Wang Shi burst into laughter, the laughter resonated through the mountains and forests, distant cliffs crumbled, forming a landslide in the night rain, rolling into the valley.

"This is the best last words I’ve ever heard!" Wang Shi’s eyes looked violently at Fan Wubing.

Fan Wubing smiled slightly, "This is also the best last words I’ve ever heard."

Wang Shi was slightly stunned, suddenly reacting, a surge of heat swept through his nose, his anger reaching its peak, transforming into the energy on his fist, attacking towards Fan Wubing.

Fan Wubing threw a punch.

A straight punch.

Seeing this punch, Wang Shi was reminded of his first time learning punches, it was exactly this kind of straight punch.

Straight like the first step a baby takes.

Wang Shi was taken aback, "Is he really just throwing this kind of punch?" It was so ordinary that even he, someone who broke through the Integration Realm reliance on punches, a so-called "great power of Immortal Dao," was suspicious if he practiced wrong, could there actually be someone who fights like this, throwing such a punch?

But the next moment, he saw that...coming towards him wasn’t a straight punch, but a dragon.

That dragon seemed to grow from Fan Wubing’s hand, yet it possessed the true might of a dragon.

Wang Shi felt that he was not facing a young man throwing a straight punch, but a giant dragon capable of shaking mountains.

The punch came, and the dragon’s assault came with it.

Wang Shi didn’t know how he was hit, he just felt like his face was being forced inward, the Purple Mansion at his brow shattered layer by layer like a poorly built structure, pressing his soul below unable to move. His body, in the heavy rain curtain, in the lush mountain forests, traced a perfect parabola, then heavily crashed into the cliff wall. Looking ahead, in the trajectory his body passed through, hot steam rose.

Wang Shi lay in the crevice of the cliff wall, staring blankly at the sky.

Rain fell on his head, which had completely deformed like a pumpkin crushed underfoot. Murky yellow and scarlet mixed into the rainwater, flowing down the cliff into the valley.

What happened?

Wang Shi longed to find someone nearby to ask, what happened?

"I... Wang Shi, a Prison Guard of the Soul-Devouring Abyssal Prison, who formed a Dao Platform with three types of Dao mechanisms, in the Early Stage of Integration, was shattered by a single straight punch from a boy at the Peak of Nascent Soul?"

So bewildered, so helpless.

Like in a nightmare from which one can never awaken.

It wasn’t until death approached that Wang Shi abruptly woke up, realizing, this wasn’t a dream, it was real!

Then, he saw the sky, that young man riding a giant dragon thunderously crashed into the cliff wall. Instantly, the mountains crumbled, countless raindrops were shattered into fine powder, and in an instant, the cliff rose with thick rain mist.

Fan Wubing walked out from the rain mist.

His voice was ethereal and distant, "You were right, stepping on a cockroach only makes one feel disgusted. And you are that cockroach. To fulfill what I said earlier, I have to use my fist to smash you, how disgusting."

"No, I am the Guard of the Soul-Devouring—" Wang Shi’s terrified voice hadn’t finished when, whether it was a fist carrying a dragon, or a dragon carrying a fist, smashed down on him. His life, humble and detestable like a stinkbug, turned to mud in this spring rain meant to heal, sinking into the earth.

Fan Wubing said gloomily, "Even if you’re an Emperor, it’s useless."

Then, he waved his hand and cast a divine radiance of the Incense Fire God, covering the distant Mountain God.

Afterwards, he stepped like the rain dragon in "Rain Dragon Roams the Heavenly River," shuttling through the waterfall, through the rain curtain, directly towards the summit and into Sickness City.