All Heavenly destiny reduced to ashes
Chapter 711 - 84: Overbearing Power

Chapter 711: Chapter 84: Overbearing Power

At the entrance of the fortress, An Jing withdrew his fist.

In front of him was the steel-and-cement passage leading to the most central inner chamber, layer after layer blasted open and penetrated by the Withering Glory Explosion Fist.

"You guys go and clean up the rest, I’ll take care of that big one."

As An Jing gave the instruction, Huo Qing and Nian Quan responded and turned into shadows, rushing into the interior of the fortress from left and right.

And he stepped forward.

The fort’s power system had been destroyed by a punch, and now the dim yellow light of the emergency power supply along with the red warning lights filled the interior of the fortress. Broken pipes gushed out water and the short circuits ignited big fires, whipping up steam.

As An Jing moved forward, his steps grew increasingly heavy, with white gold patterns spreading over his entire body from his chest.

He knew that the third boss of the Night Niche Gang would not die so easily — being a Foundation Establishment cultivator, the most he would have from taking his punch would be injuries, far from taking his last breath.

"Why pretend to be dead."

His heavy footsteps did not avoid the steel and rocks on the ground. He crushed all the debris and waste into dust; the invisible Gang Qi surrounded An Jing’s whole body, not allowing the steaming mist and electric sparks to get anywhere near him.

Coming to the office door, he calmly said, "Do you think you can escape?"

Without a reply, Meng Ang, who was embedded in the wall like a dead person, suddenly raised his head. His outer flesh had been mostly exploded away, revealing a metallic skeleton-like body beneath the flesh and blood.

The Yuhua Cultivator, storing power for a counterattack, began to speak. The Sound Amplifier, a magic artifact forged from Spirit Steel, was storing power, and then it erupted!

Boom!

With a bloodied face, Meng Ang screamed shrilly. The materialized blast waves exploded, setting off fierce winds as the circular shockwave layers shuddered. Every piece of glass in the fortress was shattered by this terrifying roar, and the direct passage that An Jing had punched through to the outside of the fortress became a vent, a dreadful sonic hurricane blowing from it, scraping away half a foot of soil from the ground.

At An Jing’s location, a great cloud of dust burst up in an instant; it was the walls, cement, and wood completely disintegrated into fragments. The ground was utterly shattered, forming a huge dust crater.

[Immortal Foundation·Heavenly Dragon Thunder Sound]

But in the next moment, accompanied by a sudden gust of wind, all dust was blown away, and Meng Ang’s pupils shrank — he could only see a silhouette.

He rolled awkwardly to the side, and in the very next instant, An Jing had taken his place.

A hand blasted through the wall, and An Jing’s body and clothing were covered with a layer of white gold patterns, exuding an indestructible aura.

The ’Heavenly Dragon Thunder Sound’, which could have shattered a row of battle tanks, hadn’t even changed his hairstyle, and An Jing’s exerted force blasted through the entire fortress, creating a fully penetrating passage.

Rustling.

An Jing withdrew his hand, and the entire fortress was slightly trembling. These two punches had already shaken its load-bearing structure. As An Jing slowly retracted his arm, the destroyed metal structures within the fortress crumbled and decayed under his Spiritual Power, their essence and Spiritual Light merged into that halo of white gold, enhancing the power of the young Martial Artist.

He turned his head calmly, looking towards Meng Ang, who was awkwardly rolling away in an attempt to escape but had already taken the opportunity to pick up his magic treasure longsword.

"An Xuan!"

He roared angrily, "You are courting death! My brothers will soon..."

An Jing didn’t wait for the other to finish his rubbish talk. He lifted his finger, concentrating the Golden Yuan Spiritual Light that was converging towards him into a tiny point.

Then he flicked it off.

The suddenly intensified white gold light surged like a cannonball towards Meng Ang, spiraling with Qi Force, the formidable power turned into dazzling speed. The white gold light spot pierced through layers of dust and steam in midair, emitting a sharp whistling, striking at Meng Ang’s forehead.

With the power contained in this white gold bullet, even the steel plates of a warship’s outer armor would be penetrated. Even a Foundation Establishment expert would definitely have their skull shattered.

But Meng Ang was by no means a Foundation Establishment rank Martial Artist built up by medicinal doping. He was a faction leader who had risen through thousands of intense battles and killings.

Bang!

A blade light flashed, and in the most critical moment, Meng Ang actually managed to gather his Qi and exert his force, striking the bullet with a slash!

With a violent buzzing vibration, the Gold Fiend bullet shot by An Jing instantly shattered, reverting back into ordinary Gold Fiend.

Meng Ang was actually a rare ’Wind Spirit Root,’ a unique fusion structure of Wood Fire Spirit Root.

With a swing of blade light, it transformed into an arc. The long blade in his hand had become a rapidly vibrating Phonon Blade, with powerful Wind Element Spiritual Power infused, even causing a faint white mist to envelop the vicinity of the blade, vibrating everything within it.

"You brat, this is your miscalculation!"

Gripping his beloved weapon tightly, he raised his long blade in a ready stance. Even though his body had long been transformed into a metallic skeleton, Meng Ang still felt a cold sweat — he was really almost instantly killed by An Jing with one punch; if it was a flesh-and-blood body, it would barely withstand two punches.

Just how far has this little monster developed his Body Refinement? Truly both hard and strong, the force of Dragon Elephant Power is hair-raising!

But no matter, the ’Buzhou Wind’ in his hand is the newest model of Phonon Magic Artifact developed by the company, specifically designed to overcome all Body Refinement, even if it is Great Void Heavenly Ship grade armor, as long as the Spiritual Pattern is not activated, it can easily be cut through!

Clang!

Stepping forward, the blade light in Meng Ang’s hand surged violently. This was a strike of life and death, if not enemy death then my demise, filled with a sense of no return, a determination and madness of pushing forward without looking back!

This strike was indeed the culmination of Meng Ang’s many years of combative aura, and the willful force even solidified into a piercing Dao Yi, allowing him to break through that barrier that had been holding him back for ten years!

"Not a bad blade."

The Dao Yi like a waterfall, thunderously cleaving towards An Jing, seemingly wanting to split him down the middle.

In such a perilous situation, he just raised his hand

Five fingers splayed.

Close together.

Just like that, he grasped the Phonon Blade, concentrated with powerful vibration energy capable of dissolving any material structure.

No! Not grasping, but crushing!

Under Meng Ang’s shocked gaze, before An Jing even touched it, the long blade already began to disintegrate and dissolve, with powerful Gold Fiend permeating, forming an almost absolute domain, the Divine Skill ’Dissolving Troops into Spirit’ activated, any cleverly designed weapons inferior in rank would turn to dust.

This is why the more powerful a Cultivator, the greater the demand for strong magic treasures and Spiritual Treasures, because as their strength improves, any Magic Artifact, no matter how ingeniously crafted and excellent the technique, are just mere tricks. Just the overflow of Spiritual Fiend fluctuation is enough to shatter all creations of lower rank!

Seizing the refined blade, An Jing then transformed his fist into a palm, pushing out a palm strike that seemed devoid of pyrotechnics. Yet, in reality, he was utilizing the Elixir Power to exert force and explode. In that instant, the Dragon Elephant Power burst forth, hitting Meng Ang in the chest, exploding into a room full of blood mist, Flesh and Blood turning to smoke, metal to mud!

Meng Ang’s skull-like head tumbled to the ground, half his face still attached with flesh, his expression a mix of shock and bewilderment; he wasn’t dead yet. An Jing’s force had not spread, it simply destroyed his body, with his limbs and head falling to the ground like scattered parts.

Spiritual Information from a Yuhua Cultivator allowed these broken limbs to still transmit sensations to him, but they were unable to move.

"How could it be so fast, how could it be so fast..."

The head-only Meng Ang was first bewildered, then erupted into a furious howl: "Rusty Feather Platform was still preparing, you didn’t even act, could it be just the three of you?!"

"Yes."

From both sides of the office, Nian Quan and Huo Qing walked over slowly, each holding a string of bloody heads. Some of these heads were still alive, like Meng Ang, but most were dead.

Nian Quan softly said: "Just the three of us."