hiro looked around at the surrounding samurai and roared in their native language.Five samurai charged toward Fang Yu.Fang Yu held the long sword in his hand, its blade faintly trembling, emitting a s...With a thunderous boom, the hands formed from the grey mist remained unmoved.

Fang Yu extended his hand, trying to touch the gray hands, but his hand passed straight through the gray mist.

This situation is exactly the same as when Murong Jian faced Zhenyun before.

These gray vapors act on the human body like solid objects.

When touched, it vanished into nothingness.

But anyway, since these grey hands had already grabbed Fang Yu.

Then... to break free from them, all it takes is strength.

Fang Yu's pupils flashed with a faint golden light, and his feet suddenly exerted force upwards!

"Boom!"

The entire martial arts platform trembled violently!

Not only were the ash-covered hands beneath him freed, but a large section of the ground beneath his feet was also ripped away and flung into the air!

Fang Yu's figure floated in mid-air, looking at the Jiang Island ahead with cold eyes.

The core technique of Ziyan Palace lies in utilizing the body's pain to ignite its potential, thus becoming even more powerful.

But the Chaos Pearl works in reverse, completely shielding its holder from harm.

"The Chaos Orb... it seems like I've heard of it somewhere." Fang Yu frowned, thinking to himself.

"It's a pretty good magic treasure, just a bit weaker than mine." At that moment, the tender voice of Huo Yu appeared out of nowhere.

“Worse than you I can’t tell.” Fang Yu raised an eyebrow and said, “I just used the fire to burn it, but it didn't seem to do anything.”

"Useless" Li Huoyu let out a cold snort, saying, "That's just because it hasn't encountered it yet. You let my flames touch it and try!"

"Before I merged with the Sun's Heart, I probably wouldn't have been able to do anything about that bead."

But now things are different, as long as you use it properly, I can make it smell delicious!

The arrogance in Lì Huòyù's voice made it hard for Fang Yǔ to doubt the truthfulness of its words.

"In a moment, I'll give it a try," Fang Yu said coldly. "Before that, I'll look for its weaknesses first."

Having said that, Fang Yu immediately performed the Divine Walk Shadowless Technique, instantly appearing before Jiang Dao.

"Twin Dragons of Violet Flames!"

Jiangdao spread his arms wide, and a large expanse of purple flames appeared around his body.

These purple flames coalesced into a mass, resembling the form of a dragon, and suddenly charged towards Fang Yu.

Fang Yu didn't dodge at all, and punched Jiang Dao in the face.

As expected, this punch once again directly pierced Jiangdao's face.

The power of the Chaos Orb made Jiang Dao's entire body as illusory and intangible as chaos, impossible to grasp.

And at this moment, the two purple flame dragons have already charged to Fang Yu's front.

"Boom!"

Fang Yu struck out with a palm, directly shattering the two fire dragons.

Next, Fang Yu kicked Jiang Dao again.

"Pfft!"

The right foot pierced Jiang Dao's body once more, but failed to inflict any substantial damage.

Jiang Dao looked at Fang Yu, a smile blooming even brighter on her face. "Don't waste your energy," she said. "You'll never be able to reach me."

The existence of the Chaos Orb is Jiangdao's biggest confidence.

He was well aware of Fang Yu's powerful physical strength. Once he got close, it would be almost a death sentence.

But after merging with the Chaos Pearl, he could transform his entire body into chaotic energy, becoming nothingness.

No matter how powerful Fang Yu is, he can't harm the void.

This is Jiangdao's trump card against Feather.

Possessing the Chaos Pearl allows one to ignore Fang Yu's most terrifying offensive capabilities.

Now, all he needs to do is find a way to attack and inflict damage on Yǔ.

"Don't rush, take your time. I will let you feel the most extreme pain." Jiangdao stood before Fang Yu with her arms outstretched.

"Boom!"

A large patch of his ash-colored energy suddenly erupted!

In the haze, a sharp spikes emerged one by one, covering all directions and charging towards Fang Yu!

Fang Yu stood still, raised his right hand, and clenched it suddenly.

"

“Boom!”

"

A burst of golden true qi erupted from the fist, radiating outwards.

Those oncoming spikes, upon contact with the golden qi, instantly disintegrate!

Thousands of spikes, just broken so easily!

"How is this possible..."

Jiang Dao looked at Fang Yu, a trace of astonishment flashing across his face.

Chaos energy is fundamentally nothingness, but once it condenses into something, its strength is quite high.

For example, the arms that had previously condensed, even an ordinary Nascent Soul cultivator wouldn't have the slightest chance of breaking free.

And these spikes, forged together, are more fearsome than any weapon crafted from the hardest materials in this world!

Even facing his opponent's attacks, these offensive tactics didn't have even the slightest effect!

In this situation, it exceeded Jiangdao's expectations.

He suddenly realized something terrifying.

That is... over the two thousand years that their souls have slept, Fang Yu's strength has continued to rise.

By today, it has probably reached a qualitatively higher level than two thousand years ago.

Theoretically, when a cultivator reaches a certain realm and their cultivation stagnates, their strength will also stagnate.

If you can't break through the bottleneck, your strength will gradually decline with the passage of time.

This conforms to the laws governing all cultivators, yet it does not apply to Fang Yu.

More than two thousand years ago, Fang Yu wielded a long sword and charged into Ziyan Palace.

At that time, his cultivation level was only at the Qi Refining Stage.

And today, standing before the Jiangdao Island, Fang Yu's cultivation aura... was still in the Qi Refining Period!

Whether this is a trick of the eye or some other kind of sorcery... it's just not normal.

Even a powerful cultivator at the Tribulation Transcendence stage can't live for two or three thousand years!d down, like mountains piled upon each other, the weight unbearable.An ordinary cultivator would be turned into a puddle of flesh the instant they encountered this level of pressure.However, neither t...