Old Man Xiong was paralyzed after taking a punch head-on from a Nascent Soul cultivator!

Murong Yue, this Eastern Region's number one Formation Master, was completely stunned.

What had she just seen?

That wasn't breaking a Formation; that was "combing" it!

Lin Yuan was actually using a higher-dimensional Formation to comb through and guide this space storm that had completely spiraled out of control!

He was the most skilled weaver, taking the chaotic mess of spatial energy and straightening it out, weaving it into a smooth, orderly tapestry!

"Breaking a Formation with a Formation… no, this is controlling a Formation with the Dao!" Murong Yue muttered to herself, her eyes filled with nothing but endless shock.

"Withdraw!"

Lin Yuan gave a soft shout and slammed his hands together.

In an instant, the space storm, capable of destroying everything, obeyed a supreme decree and miraculously calmed down.

Hundreds and thousands of spatial rifts, like swallows returning to their nests, plunged into the invisible Formation before Lin Yuan and vanished without a trace.

From start to finish, it took no more than ten breaths.

The so-called "Ten Directions Absolute Kill Formation," a death trap that even the one who set it couldn't stop, had been broken by him so casually.

Inside the canyon, there was a deathly silence.

The space storm, which could have ground a Nascent Soul Cultivator into dust, had just calmed down like that.

Only the collapsed boulders on the canyon walls and the terrifying, crisscrossing cracks on the ground silently spoke of the harrowing moment that had just passed.

The sinister grin on Xiong Kaishan's Face froze completely; in his copper-bell-sized eyes, Lin Yuan's calm figure was reflected.

Is this guy even human?

On the other side, Murong Yue, the Eastern Region's recognized number one Formation Master, had completely lost her composure.

She stared blankly at Lin Yuan, at the young man standing with his hands behind his back and a calm expression, her mind a complete blank.

An unprecedented sense of frustration, mixed with indescribable shock and awe, swept through her mind.

The way she looked at Lin Yuan no longer held any hostility or scrutiny, only the devotion of a student looking up to a Master.

"Master…" Fu Qingxuan supported the swaying Murong Yue, her gaze toward Lin Yuan filled with a worship so intense it was almost tangible.

"Run!"

Xiong Kaishan finally snapped out of it; his survival instinct overcame everything else.

His corpse Qi erupted violently, and his massive body turned into a streak of black light, fleeing madly toward the outside of the canyon.

He knew very well that since the Formation was broken, his greatest reliance was gone; if he stayed, he would have no chance of winning against the Late Nascent Soul Stage Ye Youmeng!

"Want to leave? Did you ask me first?"

A voice, bone-meltingly charming yet laced with chilling murderous intent, rang out.

Ye Youmeng moved like a ghost, arriving before him despite starting later, and with a flicker of her figure, she blocked Xiong Kaishan's path.

She leaned against the void, her Myriad Poison Colorful Skirt fluttering without wind, her Soul-snatching peach blossom eyes filled only with cold murderous intent.

"Fellow Daoist Xiong, in such a rush to be reincarnated? Isn't that a bit disrespectful to me?"

Xiong Kaishan's Face turned livid, and he stopped abruptly; looking at this charming yet extremely dangerous woman before him, he couldn't help but groan inwardly.

Just then, Lin Yuan's leisurely voice came from behind.

"Let me handle this."

Ye Youmeng was taken aback and looked back in confusion.

She saw Lin Yuan walking up slowly, his gaze scanning Xiong Kaishan's Corpse Ghoul Physical Body, which was comparable to the Middle Nascent Soul Stage, with great interest.

"I just had a Breakthrough, so you'll do perfectly for a test run."

As soon as these words were spoken, not only Xiong Kaishan but even Yue Qingyao and Fu Qingxuan were stunned.

An Early Golden Core Stage trying to use a Middle Nascent Soul Stage for practice?

"No!" Yue Qingyao blurted out, her pretty Face filled with worry.

"You little beast, you're courting death!" Xiong Kaishan laughed in extreme anger, feeling an unprecedented humiliation.

It was one thing to be blocked by a Late Nascent Soul Stage, but a mere Golden Core junior dared to clamor before him?

"Roar!"

Xiong Kaishan couldn't be bothered with more talk; his massive body stomped on the ground, causing the earth to crack!

He turned into a cannonball, shrouded in foul-smelling corpse Qi, and smashed a fist toward Lin Yuan's head!

Before the fist arrived, the pressure of the punch had already caused the air to produce a dull sonic boom!

Facing this punch capable of leveling mountains, Lin Yuan did not dodge or evade, and there was even a hint of anticipation on his Face.

He also raised his fist.

There was no fluctuation of magic power, only pure physical strength refined to the extreme.

The Qi and blood of the Middle Golden Body Realm surged within his body, sounding like a roaring river, and a layer of pale golden light flowed across his skin.

"Bang!!!"

One large, one small—two completely disproportionate fists collided fiercely!

A deafening roar tore through the canyon!

Violent shockwaves spread wildly from the center, stripping a layer off the ground!

Yue Qingyao and Fu Qingxuan were blown back repeatedly by the shockwaves, their eyes filled with horror.

The bloody scene they had anticipated, of Lin Yuan being blown apart by a single punch, did not occur.

Lin Yuan's figure flew backward for dozens of zhang before he managed to steady himself.

His arm holding the fist trembled slightly, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were shockingly bright.

As for Xiong Kaishan, he hadn't retreated a single step.

The winner was already clear.

But this result was enough to make everyone gasp for breath!

An Early Golden Core Stage taking a Middle Nascent Soul Stage punch head-on and only suffering minor injuries?!

"Impossible!" Xiong Kaishan stared fixedly at Lin Yuan, his eyes filled with disbelief.

He had used eighty percent of his power for that punch; he was confident that even a Body Cultivator of the same stage wouldn't dare to take it head-on!

This brat had actually taken it!

"Good strength, but it's a pity—it's too crude." Lin Yuan shook his numb arm and grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth.

"You!" Xiong Kaishan flew into a rage, feeling that he had been completely looked down upon.

He opened his huge mouth, and a thick, inky-green corpse Qi, as dense as it could get, sprayed toward Lin Yuan like a poisonous dragon.

This was the Origin corpse poison of the Corpse Ghoul, incredibly vicious; if a Nascent Soul Cultivator were to touch it, their Divine Soul would be corroded and their magic power would be defiled!

However, Lin Yuan stood in place without moving at all.

As soon as the inky-green corpse Qi approached within three feet of him, it was like snow under the scorching sun, making a "hissing" sound as it rapidly melted and was purified.

The medicinal power of the evil warding divine thunder pill turned into an inextinguishable thunder furnace within his body, incinerating all manner of evil!

"What?!" Xiong Kaishan's eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

"Now, it's my turn."

Lin Yuan opened his palm, and a deep, seemingly chaotic flame rose in his palm.

Yin-Yang Spirit Fire!

"Go."

Lin Yuan flicked his finger.

The chaotic-colored flame expanded in the wind, transforming into a fire dragon swirling with black and white, roaring toward Xiong Kaishan with a terrifying aura of annihilation!

Alarm bells rang in Xiong Kaishan's heart; he felt a trembling that originated from his Soul upon seeing that eerie flame!

He dared not be slow and urged his life-bound corpse fire!

A pale white flame, burning with countless painful ghostly Faces, erupted from his mouth to meet the chaotic fire dragon.

The scene that followed made everyone gasp.

The Middle Nascent Soul Stage's life-bound corpse fire was as fragile as a child the moment it touched the Yin-Yang Spirit Fire.

There was no resistance, no counter-clash.

The chaotic fire dragon opened its mouth and swallowed the pale white corpse fire, even giving a "burp" as if it were still hungry, then continued at the same speed, lunging straight at Xiong Kaishan!

"Pfft!"

The fire dragon slammed solidly into Xiong Kaishan's chest.

"Ah—!!!"

A shrill, miserable scream echoed through the canyon.

Xiong Kaishan's supposedly indestructible Corpse Ghoul Physical Body had a bowl-sized hole melted into its chest, and the black-and-white flames were still spreading wildly along the edges!

The Yin-Yang Spirit Fire, having merged the extreme Yang of the Earth Core Nether Fire and the extreme cold of the Profound Fiend Ice Flame, had properties that had long since surpassed ordinary spirit fires.

The alternating cold and heat, the grinding of Yin and Yang, was an absolute suppression and counter to a single evil energy like corpse Qi!

Murong Yue watched this scene, her eyes filled with extreme complexity.

She suddenly felt that her disciple, Fu Qingxuan, might have made an incredibly correct choice.