Shocking, Ning Fan's Physique!

Crisis.

Danger and opportunity coexisted. If they could slay the lion-bodied, leopard-tailed, winged Hybrid Demon Beast before them, the Yin Yang Origin Core within its body might directly allow Ning Fan and Yun Qingyao to push their mastery of the Yin Yang Profound Scripture to the next stage.

Advancing it to the third level!!

"Roar-"

The lion-bodied, leopard-tailed, winged Hybrid Demon Beast let out a furious bellow. Driven by the Spirit-Luring Incense, the creature locked its attention completely on Ning Fan.

The next moment.

It launched another pounce, lunging straight toward where Ning Fan and Yun Qingyao stood.

But this time.

Ning Fan neither dodged nor evaded. Instead, his foot stomped violently against the ground as he charged straight at the monstrous Hybrid Demon Beast.

"What!?"

"Is this Ning Fan courting death!?"

"This freak is at the peak of the Profound Extreme Realm! Not only that, it possesses the bloodline and power of three different Demon Beasts. Even we wouldn't be willing to clash with it at its full strength. A mere first-layer Profound Extreme Realm disciple like Ning Fan actually dares to face it head-on!?"

"..."

Shocked voices rang out one after another. Even Young Master Zheng and his group in the distance couldn't help but frown, utterly baffled by Ning Fan's actions.

Ning Fan locked his hands together to form a hammer, swinging it up before him to viciously smash into the extended claw of the Hybrid Demon Beast.

Bang—

Fist and claw collided, erupting with a heavy, muffled thud. The expected one-sided crush did not occur; instead, Ning Fan stood as if rooted to the earth.

He forcibly withstood the claw strike of the monstrous creature.

Shua—

The sound of flying gravel tore through the air. Under the crushing pressure of the Hybrid Demon Beast, Ning Fan's body was slowly pushed backward. The overwhelming force drove his feet deeper and deeper into the soil until he sank up to his calves.

"What!?"

Seeing this, everyone widened their eyes in shock, their pupils shrinking to the size of pinpricks. It was as if an invisible giant hand had clamped around their throats, making their breathing turn harsh and rapid.

Especially Zhao Zhou.

His jaw dropped, sheer disbelief flooding his gaze.

"Th-this... how is this possible?!"

The power Ning Fan displayed right now was even greater than before. This level of physical strength had already far surpassed the limits of a mid-stage Profound Extreme Realm martial cultivator!

"Demon Beasts are naturally terrifying in strength, and this three-beast hybrid freak is even worse. How can Ning Fan actually block it?!"

"The physical power he is showing is absolutely at the late stage of the Profound Extreme Realm."

"Where did he get such terrifying strength?"

"..."

Gasps of shock continued to sound out. Immediately after, the crowd finally noticed the anomaly on Ning Fan's body. His exposed skin was covered in a network of profoundly mysterious markings. The areas beneath his clothes were hidden from view, but based on the visible patterns...

They had to be covered in a massive number of similar marks.

Indeed.

-Spirit Marks.

One hundred Spirit Marks, all fully activated!!!

Supported by the power of these one hundred Spirit Marks, Ning Fan's physical strength had abruptly more than doubled. This was his true capital for forcibly resisting the lion-bodied, leopard-tailed, winged Hybrid Demon Beast before him!

"But just this alone is not enough."

A personal disciple spoke up, voicing the thoughts of everyone present. It was true-trying to slay this freak with a strength that was still ultimately inferior...

Was simply a fool's dream.

Demon Beasts were different from human cultivators.

They could not master cultivation methods or martial skills, but their physical bodies were peerless. Their very flesh and bones were weapons, making them the greatest threat to any martial cultivator.

Whoosh— A sharp tearing sound pierced the air. The Hybrid Demon Beast suddenly swung its leopard tail. That tail lashed out like a steel whip.

Whipping viciously straight at Ning Fan's body.

"Husband, be careful!"

Yun Qingyao cried out a sharp warning.

The rest of the onlookers watched with grim expressions. At this moment, Ning Fan was locked in a bitter struggle of pure strength with the freak; there was absolutely no way for him to dodge.

"Could it be that he still has another method!?"

Someone muttered softly.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the freak's tail viciously slammed into Ning Fan's body, letting out a sharp, crisp crack.

Crack—

In an instant, Ning Fan-who had barely been holding his ground-was sent flying like a tattered rag.

As he soared backward through the air, his body spun wildly like a top, making it entirely impossible to see his face or gauge his condition.

"Heh."

Seeing this slightly comical sight, some of the personal disciples couldn't help but sneer. The strength Ning Fan had displayed was indeed shocking.

"It's just that he was far too arrogant. If he possessed a mid-stage Profound Extreme Realm cultivation, he might have actually been able to put up a fight against this freak."

"But now."

"He's nothing but food on a platter for the beast."

A murmur rose up, reflecting the thoughts of many disciples. Quite a few personal and wandering disciples who had been watching the spectacle withdrew their gazes entirely.

Continuing to focus on hunting down the other Hybrid Demon Beasts.

In their eyes.

After taking that savage tail whip, Ning Fan would be heavily crippled even if he didn't die. He definitely possessed no remaining combat strength. They would simply wait for the freak's condition to worsen even further.

Only then would it be worth the risk for the crowd to strike.

However, in the very next moment.

The sound of sharp intakes of breath began to rise around the battlefield. Those personal and wandering disciples who had looked away felt a sudden jolt in their hearts.

When they shifted their gazes back toward Ning Fan and the freak, they stared at the scene unfolding before them with wide, disbelieving eyes.

They instinctively sucked in a breath of cold air themselves.

Joining the gasping crowd.

Which in turn drew the attention of even more onlookers.

The reason was simple-

The expected heavy injury or near-death state had not happened. Ning Fan hadn't even crashed into the dirt. Somehow, while violently spinning through the air, he had forcibly regained his balance. The instant he landed, his feet planted solidly against the earth.

He landed in a deep crouch, his hands slightly spread out and his center of gravity lowered to the ground.

He actually gave off an aura of undeniable predatory grace.

Silence.

Dead silence.

The space between heaven and earth grew so quiet that one could hear a pin drop. The previous disdain and underestimation that the personal and wandering disciples held for Ning Fan completely vanished without a trace.

Everyone stared at Ning Fan with solemn, heavy gazes.

If they hadn't just witnessed the freak's tail fiercely striking Ning Fan's body, sending him spinning wildly through the air like a top, they would have assumed that his current posture was simply the result of him gracefully leaping down from a high place.

Gulp.

"W-was he not injured at all!?"

The loud sound of someone swallowing hard rang out, followed immediately by a voice full of shocked disbelief.

The crowd's collective gaze drifted downward.

Landing on the exact spot where the freak's tail had struck. The clothes there had been completely shredded into strips, proving the terrifying force behind that blow.

But the skin exposed underneath...

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