Yu Ziqing glanced at the coffin nail and shook his head.
"A dignified Prefectural Governor, and yet you use such a sinister Evil Dao treasure. It's truly eye-opening."
Yu Ziqing swallowed a Devil Pill, magical patterns surfaced on his skin, and his aura surged directly to the Sixth Tier.
He stared at Si Lan, speaking in a deep voice,
"I said I would beat you to death with my bare fists, and that's what I'll do, beating you to death with my own fists!"
The bricks beneath his feet shattered as Yu Ziqing's form instantly disappeared from where he stood.
Above his opponent's head, three magical treasures appeared, guarding Si Lan's body.
Yu Ziqing's form was forcibly halted three zhang away.
The Long Spear Fist struck out, power penetrating through, pounding on one of the treasure's defenses.
Cracks appeared bit by bit, and the force behind it kept pressing forward, blocking Yu Ziqing's punch.
Yet, as one punch landed, Yu Ziqing's form vanished once more, leaving behind mirage-like shadows.
Massive forces rained down, continually wearing away the opponent's strength.
Three breaths later, Si Lan, alarmed, sneered coldly.
"When did Dadui need a Body Cultivator to act so ostentatiously?"
He pinched a Seal with one hand, and beside him, a brass mace appeared. With a gesture of his finger, the brass mace disappeared in an instant.
In just a moment, the brass mace reappeared above Yu Ziqing's head, striking downwards.
With a crash, the brass mace collided with Yu Ziqing's fist. Runes manifested on the brass mace, and in an instant, it seemed as heavy as a mountain, forcing Yu Ziqing back a step.
As the force dissipated, beneath Yu Ziqing's feet, a shockwave spread out, reducing all buildings, Formation defenses, within a li behind him to dust in an instant, the ground split open, everything in a fan-shaped area obliterated.
Si Lan frowned slightly.
If it were an ordinary Body Cultivator, even one of the Sixth Tier, they should have shattered on the spot from his single blow.
Yet Yu Ziqing merely stepped back, not even breaking his skin.
Yu Ziqing breathed out softly, the qi-blood within igniting.
He neither dodged nor evaded, enduring the brass mace head-on, his form transforming into a series of afterimages, his fists falling like endless thunder.
A dozen breaths later, Yu Ziqing's aura grew stronger, his punches more forceful.
Taking a hit again, even partially mitigated, Yu Ziqing couldn't help but feel turmoil in his chest and abdomen.
He locked his gaze on Si Lan, the tumult in his chest threatening to explode.
With a furious roar, his body bent like a bow, fists like arrows, capturing all his power and the pent-up frustration in his chest into one punch.
With a thunderous boom like lightning, Yu Ziqing's fist crashed against Si Lan's magical treasure.
Yet this time, the spirit light on the treasure only flickered slightly. The relentless power, like a breeze, penetrated the treasure's barrier and erupted behind it.
The condensed force formed into a fiery fist mark, slamming into Si Lan.
Instantly, the treasure hanging from Si Lan's neck shattered into dust, and his body flew backward, blood mist spraying everywhere.
He took out a bottle of pills, stuffing them into his mouth, his eyes trembling with shock.
Yu Ziqing, however, didn't even notice. He had finally mastered the Jinlan Secret Skill he'd practiced for so long, learning the art of hitting the bull from a distance.
After the first Long Spear Fist, it was the second Jinlan Secret Method he had mastered.
His mind, will, and body had unified, unprecedented focus fixed solely on beating Si Lan to death.
Before Si Lan's body had even stabilized from being knocked back, Yu Ziqing's form arrived first, landing punch after punch.
Long Spear Fist and Hitting the bull from a distance alternated in attack. The defensive magic treasure on Si Lan shimmered like a stream of light, covering his body, but within its glow, Si Lan was already bruised and battered, his entire body covered in split wounds.
Floating in mid-air, having concealed his form all this time, Yang subtly relaxed.
Now he didn't need to intervene.
Watching Yu Ziqing in a frenzy, growing stronger with each battle, he sighed inwardly.
Body Cultivators from Jinlan Mountain indeed grew braver with each fight, capable of only growing stronger in battle to the death.
Yu Ziqing had practiced hitting the bull from a distance for so long, yet had only grasped a sliver of its technique, unable to truly learn it until now, it seemed so easy to truly master.
This move truly was outrageous.
The defensive magic treasure hadn't even shattered, yet the person was nearly beaten to death by Yu Ziqing.
Fortunately, he, too, had started Body Refinement early on, or else he'd risk being beaten to death with a single punch when training with the village chief.
Yang didn't intervene, nor did he stop Yu Ziqing, letting him vent freely.
Yu Ziqing needed someone to release his pent-up frustration and disperse the gloom in his chest.
Within the magical treasure's protection, Si Lan was already unrecognizable, no longer in human form.
Yu Ziqing's technique of hitting the bull from a distance had just reached entry level, its power insufficient.
Otherwise, that initial furious strike would have been deadly.
Yet it wasn't strong enough, unable to penetrate the protective magic treasure like the first strike.
Si Lan was destined to suffer more, unable to even die quickly.
After a full incense stick's worth of beating, the spirit light formed by the magical treasure hadn't shattered.
Yet inside, Si Lan was already semi-conscious, barely able to stand.