Humanoid Demon Beast, Ning Fan!

He was almost completely unharmed.

Through the tattered strips of his torn robe, the onlookers could only see a faint bluish-purple bruise forming across Ning Fan's waist. This mark was the only proof that the monstrosity's tail sweep had solidly struck his body.

Yet, this proof was far too weak to mean anything.

Never mind Ning Fan.

Even a higher-ranked personal disciple, or perhaps one of the wandering disciples, would have sustained severe injuries after taking a direct hit from this grotesque, lion-bodied, leopard-tailed, winged Hybrid Demon Beast with their bare flesh. None could have emerged unscathed!

"What is with that physical toughness?!"

A voice of sheer astonishment rang out, voicing the shock echoing through everyone's hearts.

"..."

Ning Fan slowly stood back up. He raised a hand and gently touched the area where the hybrid beast's tail had just lashed him, his heart gradually settling.

To suffer such a minor injury...

Of course, it was not purely the effect of the Black Tortoise Diagram. Relying solely on the defensive boost of the Black Tortoise Diagram, Ning Fan would have suffered light internal injuries at the very least, or even a few broken bones.

The real reason he was nearly untouched was Ye Honglian.

The damage was being shared between them!

Ye Honglian had warned him not to keep getting hurt, but the current situation was no longer something he could avoid.

Fairy Sister, don't scold me.

Advancing the Yin Yang Profound Scripture benefits both of us, not just me alone.

Ning Fan murmured internally.

The next instant, his foot slammed hard against the ground, and his body shot forward like a cannonball, lunging straight toward the three-form Hybrid Demon Beast.

The grotesque beast seemed utterly bewildered by the fact that Ning Fan was practically unharmed. It failed to react in time, momentarily freezing in place just as Ning Fan's heavy fist arrived.

Ning Fan's fist smashed squarely into the creature's jaw.

"Roar-"

The beast's head snapped back violently as it let out a pained howl. The agonizing sting jolted the freak back to its senses, and it immediately lashed out with its talons, ripping toward Ning Fan's chest.

"..."

A sharp light flashed in Ning Fan's eyes. Since he had already chosen to leverage the damage-sharing connection with Ye Honglian, he cast all hesitation aside.

He threw himself into a wild, wide-open brawl against the monstrous hybrid.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

In the span of a dozen breaths, Ning Fan exchanged dozens of blows with the lion-bodied, leopard-tailed, winged monstrosity.

Every strike was vicious; every exchange was lethal.

As the surrounding disciples watched the battle unfold, their eyes widened in disbelief. In their estimation, any single one of those heavy blows should have been fatal to Ning Fan. Yet, when the beast's attacks landed, they left nothing but insignificant scratches and shallow marks.

They were utterly negligible, falling completely short of delivering a fatal blow.

On the other hand, Ning Fan...

Ning Fan's fists pounded mercilessly against the beast's face, focusing entirely on its snout.

The freak's nose was beaten into a bloody, mangled pulp. The fury that had once driven its roars was rapidly replaced by genuine wails of agony.

"Roar-"

Another cry erupted from the Hybrid Demon Beast's throat. This time, however, the creature did not press its advantage. Instead, it took a hesitant half-step backward for the first time.

"..."

Looking closely, one could see a distinct tremor of dread surfacing on the beast's monstrous face.

It was afraid of Ning Fan.

Yun Qingyao: "..."

Zhao Zhou: "..."

Liu Fan: "..."

Young Master Zheng: "..."

The other disciples: "..."

Witnessing this development, a surreal and incredulous feeling washed over the crowd. The scene felt almost absurd.

A terrifyingly fierce Hybrid Demon Beast was actually showing fear when facing a human cultivator.

Under normal circumstances, severe injuries would only provoke a Demon Beast's innate savagery, driving it to fight desperately to drag its opponent to the grave.

But fear implied something else entirely.

It meant that independent of the pain, the creature had been thoroughly beaten into submission. Compared to this monstrous hybrid, Ning Fan looked far more like the actual beast.

His fearless momentum, his savage strikes, and his completely remorseless combat style made him resemble nothing less than a humanoid primeval beast!

Moreover, Ning Fan simply could not be killed.

No matter what lethal methods the beast employed, they failed to stir any significant waves when landing on his body. It was no wonder the creature was looking for an escape.

By now, Ning Fan's long robe had been shredded to pieces during the intense clash. His lean, toned physique was completely exposed, the clean lines of his body hinting at the explosive strength coiled within his muscles. The Black Tortoise Diagram, linked together by a brilliant array of ninety-nine golden Spirit Marks, was fully revealed to the onlookers.

"That is..."

Staring at the glowing pattern across Ning Fan's flesh, the surrounding cultivators narrowed their eyes, a strange light flickering within them. They could sense a profound, esoteric resonance radiating from the design, but none of them could fathom what this Black Tortoise Diagram truly signified.

A single question plagued everyone's mind.

What would it actually take to wound this man? As things stood, Ning Fan's defense and recovery seemed entirely invincible.

Yet, it was common knowledge that even Heaven-grade cultivation scriptures or martial techniques could never be truly flawless. There had to be a weakness hidden within it.

But what was the catch?

Nobody knew.

"Come!"

Ning Fan's eyes gleamed with fierce intent. This time, he took the initiative to press the assault against the beast.

His figure blurred as he lunged forward. A dense, black mist swirled around his arm, rapidly condensing into the shifting phantom of a flood dragon right over his knuckles.

"Dragon Snake Evolution Hand!"

The Dragon Snake Evolution Hand was not merely capable of unleashing a sudden burst of destructive power. If the user chose to hold the energy back without releasing it, the skill functioned like an invisible blade attached to the hand, drastically elevating their lethality in close-quarters combat. This was a subtle application that Ning Fan had recently grasped.

With the flood dragon phantom shrouding his fist, Ning Fan instantly claimed total dominance over the battlefield.

Within a few brief exchanges, he tore deep, bloody gashes across the beast's torso. Exhausted from the prolonged struggle and bearing consecutive heavy wounds, the creature's roars grew increasingly feeble.

From a deafening rampage to pained shrieks, and finally to weak whimpers.

The onlookers could clearly feel it happening.

This terrifying triple-hybrid beast at the peak limit of the Profound Extreme Realm was being systematically dismantled and worn down by Ning Fan. Given enough time, this formidable monster might actually perish at the hands of a junior they had deeply despised.

However, this particular outcome was the last thing the rest of the crowd wanted to see.

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