The Yao family had a lot of people, but their overall strength wasn't impressive. Faced with six powerful Shen family experts at the eighth level of the Mortal Martial Realm, and more than 300 fearless elite disciples, the Yao family's force of over a thousand was swiftly beaten back. They retreated into the Yao family compound, their sturdy gate shattered by Shen Tianhu and his men, as they stormed inside.
Meanwhile, outside in the grand square, the battle between Shen Xiang and Shen Furong raged on!
Shen Furong's hands and legs were engulfed in a wild, red, ferocious energy. The red True Qi around his arms gradually took on a beastly form, resembling massive, sharp-clawed limbs of a wild animal. His legs similarly transformed, wrapped in this fierce energy, turning into the limbs of a beast. The menacing True Qi radiating from him surged towards Shen Xiang.
Shen Xiang took a few steps back, frowning as he observed Shen Furong. His eyes had already turned a ferocious red, making him resemble a savage wolf!
"This is the power of the ninth level of the Mortal Martial Realm, the True Form stage?" Shen Xiang thought.
The ninth level of the Mortal Martial Realm is known as the True Form Realm. Depending on the martial arts cultivated, True Qi could be condensed into a specific form within the Dantian. These forms generally fall into two categories: beast forms or weapon forms. Some techniques could even form more unique shapes, like lotus flowers, stars, or lightning, depending on the method of cultivation.
When True Qi is condensed into a beast form, the practitioner can use the beast's unique abilities. If it's condensed into a weapon form, they can summon a powerful "spirit weapon." If they merge the spirit weapon with a physical one, its power increases significantly.
In Shen Furong's case, his True Qi had condensed into the form of a wolf!
"Furious Wolf Fist!" Shen Furong roared, throwing a punch from a distance. The ground beneath his feet buckled from the force of his release, creating deep pits. A red light burst from his fist, expanding and transforming into a wall of snarling wolf heads, surging towards Shen Xiang.
These wolf heads, formed from True Qi, were packed with immense strength. Shen Xiang knew that even with his strong physical body, being struck by this attack would cause severe damage. He quickly gathered his Qian Kun True Qi into his palms, forming an invisible wall of energy in front of him.
Qian Kun True Qi, formed by the fusion of five elements, was colorless and formless, appearing invisible but exuding a unique, discernible energy.
As the snarling wolf heads collided with Shen Xiang's invisible barrier, a deafening explosion reverberated through the square. The shockwave from the clash sent powerful air ripples in all directions, shaking the entire area. The stone tiles of the square cracked and shattered, leaving a jagged, uneven ground beneath.
The intense battle had already turned the square into a battlefield of craters and debris, with a large pit forming where the two forces had collided.
Seeing his attack fail, Shen Furong charged at Shen Xiang with beast-like speed. Every step he took created deep imprints in the ground, shaking the earth beneath him. He resembled a massive beast in a rampage, causing the ground to tremble with each stride.
Shen Furong was startled by the strange and powerful True Qi that Shen Xiang had unleashed. However, he still believed that Shen Xiang, being a mere youth at the eighth level of the Mortal Martial Realm, couldn't match his own experience or the depth of his True Qi. He was confident in his victory.
"Arrogant brat, today is the day you die!" Shen Furong sneered, leaping into the air with his legs together. His body glowed with red light as he descended with the force of a thunderbolt.
"You're just a wolf, what's there to boast about?" Shen Xiang mocked coldly. As Shen Furong descended, Shen Xiang's fist surged with Qian Kun True Qi, exuding a powerful killing intent. His fist struck out with lightning speed, splitting the air and erupting with a thundering tiger roar.
"White Tiger Divine Fist!" Shen Xiang's fist collided with Shen Furong's descending attack, striking directly at his foot. An ear-splitting tiger's roar accompanied the impact, sending shockwaves across the battlefield. The ground split apart beneath them as cracks spiderwebbed across the surface.
Shen Furong had expected his attack to crush Shen Xiang's defenses, but instead, his foot met with a devastating force. The powerful blow obliterated his entire leg!
Shen Furong's leg shriveled and withered as if all its life force had been drained. This was the terrifying power of Shen Xiang's White Tiger Divine Fist, a technique that not only unleashed immense physical force but also absorbed the enemy's vitality.
"Old fool, this is the price of underestimating your opponent!" Shen Xiang's cold voice echoed. In an instant, he appeared in front of Shen Furong.
Shen Furong was consumed with shock, anger, and hatred. He still didn't understand what kind of mysterious True Qi Shen Xiang had used. It seemed to have no specific elemental properties, yet it was undeniably overwhelming.
"Don't get cocky! You're running on empty now!" Shen Furong growled, swinging his fist towards Shen Xiang, convinced that Shen Xiang had exhausted his True Qi in that last attack. After all, Shen Xiang was only at the eighth level of the Mortal Martial Realm and shouldn't have much True Qi left.
But Shen Furong was gravely mistaken. Shen Xiang's True Qi was far more profound than he realized. As Shen Furong's punch came toward him, Shen Xiang unleashed another White Tiger Divine Fist, just as powerful as the first. The clear sound of a tiger's roar pierced the air again as Shen Furong's arm was destroyed.
"You..." Shen Furong spat blood as the force of the blow sent him flying. His organs were gravely injured, and he was now missing both a leg and an arm.
The crowd was stunned. Shen Xiang's White Tiger Divine Fist was not only brutal but also imbued with an overwhelming killing intent. They thought such an attack would be exhausting to perform even once, yet Shen Xiang had unleashed it twice in quick succession!
Dust swirled through the air as Shen Xiang, with a cold expression, walked slowly toward Shen Furong. His voice was low and filled with rage: "You injured my father, led an attack on the Dan King Pavilion, and now you're plotting with the Yao family to destroy the Shen family. I won't let a traitor like you die easily."