"Kill you with just one hand?"

This was the first time Ouyang Ming had ever heard such arrogant words.

His face turned ghastly. Taking a deep breath, he said, "I'd like to see you try!"

"Then watch closely!" Lin Mu laughed, stomped his foot on the ground, and threw a punch at Ouyang Ming.

Heavenly Emperor Nine Steps—One Step to Shatter Rivers!

BOOM!

The ground shook as a terrifying aura erupted from Lin Mu.

Ouyang Ming's expression shifted. This Lin Wudi's aura is so strong! It's already no weaker than my own.

Thinking this, Ouyang Ming also snorted coldly. "Very well, Lin Wudi. We'll see how you kill me with one hand!"

As he spoke, Ouyang Ming's aura also surged. Countless clouds of black mist, filled with a pungent, unpleasant stench, rose from his body. During his cultivation, Ouyang Ming would consume highly toxic substances. Over time, even his own True Qi had become imbued with deadly poison.

A hissing sound filled the air as Ouyang Ming clenched both fists and punched forward.

At that very moment, Lin Mu's fist arrived.

Slaying Gods and Demons and Punishing Immortals—Deicide Fist!

POP!

The punch landed, seeming to shatter the very air. An ethereal fist, condensed from spiritual power, materialized over Lin Mu's own and smashed straight toward Ouyang Ming.

BOOM!

The instant the fist connected, Ouyang Ming's face contorted, and he retreated continuously.

CRACK! CRACK!

The ground cracked beneath his feet. Ouyang Ming felt the force from Lin Mu's fist growing ever stronger until, at last, he could no longer bear it and was blasted away.

THUD!

With a tremendous noise, Ouyang Ming was sent flying by Lin Mu.

CRACK!

Ouyang Ming slammed into the hall's wall. The force, showing no sign of weakening, carried him straight through it and outside.

"LIN! WU! DI!"

Ouyang Ming's roar echoed from outside, growing more and more distant.

Staring at the ruined hall, Fang Ting was completely stunned. She couldn't believe that the great Master Ouyang, ranked eighteenth on the Heavenly List, had been sent flying by a single punch from Lin Mu. If word of this got out, who would believe it?

Watching Lin Mu, who still held his punching stance, Fang Ting shivered involuntarily.

Slowly retracting his fist, Lin Mu smiled faintly. "Eighteenth on the Heavenly List? Is that all?"

He stamped his foot on the ground again and shot forward.

"Ouyang Ming, since I said I would kill you with one hand, then with one hand it shall be!"

The voice lingered, but Lin Mu had already vanished.

Fang Ting stared after the disappearing figure, her expression dazed.

「...」

"Cough, cough!" Ouyang Ming coughed violently, barely managing to stabilize the roiling True Qi in his body, only to see a figure suddenly descend from the sky.

"Ouyang Ming, show me your true strength. Don't disappoint me."

Lin Mu's voice rang out as he appeared eerily above Ouyang Ming's head, and a furious fist crashed down mercilessly.

"You've gone too far!"

Ouyang Ming nearly spat out a mouthful of blood. But Lin Mu's attacks were as fierce as a torrential downpour, leaving him no room to think.

"Poisonous Fog Overworld!"

Ouyang Ming let out a low shout. His hands flew apart, and an even denser mist surged from his body, swirling upward.

HISS! HISS! HISS!

The moment the poisonous fog appeared, a piercing sound filled the air. The surrounding flowers and trees immediately yellowed, wilted, and died upon contact. In the blink of an eye, every living thing within a radius of several meters of Ouyang Ming had perished. It was clear that if this fog were to land on a person, it would be an absolute disaster.

Truly befitting the name of Western Poison, Xiao Ouyang.

However, just as the toxic mist swept into midair, it was met by the terrifying force of a punch.

WHOOSH!

The fist descended, tearing through the poisonous fog, and continued unstoppably toward Ouyang Ming.

"How is that possible?" Ouyang Ming's expression changed drastically when he saw Lin Mu break through his technique. This Poisonous Fog Overworld was his ultimate technique, one he had spent many years mastering. It had caused immense suffering for countless opponents during his battles with other Grandmasters.

Yet before Lin Wudi, it was utterly useless. He's an absolute freak!

Not daring to hesitate, Ouyang Ming crossed his arms above his head, channeling all the True Qi in his body to meet Lin Mu's punch head-on.

Slaying Gods and Demons and Punishing Immortals—Deicide Fist!

Lin Mu's eyes were sharp as his punch slammed directly into Ouyang Ming's arms.

BOOM!

CRACK!

In an instant, a horrifying shockwave radiated outward, peeling up the very surface of the ground. The terrifying force slammed Ouyang Ming into the earth, burying him up to his knees.

"Gah!"

The horrific power was too much for Ouyang Ming to bear. He violently spat out a mouthful of blood.

Lin Mu landed slowly, his gaze icy as he stared at his opponent.

"This is the strength of the eighteenth-ranked master on the Heavenly List?" Lin Mu said indifferently. "Ouyang Ming, you have truly disappointed me."

To be honest, Lin Mu had initially been excited to encounter someone from the Heavenly List. He had expected a grueling fight, but after clashing, he realized that this was the extent of Ouyang Ming's strength.

"You..."

Ouyang Ming was enraged, but trying to speak only aggravated his injuries. Forcibly swallowing the blood rising in his throat, he took a deep breath. "Lin Wudi, I admit I underestimated you. But the fight has just begun!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ouyang Ming waved his hand, and countless clouds of poison fog whirled in from all directions, completely enveloping Lin Mu.

"Hahaha! Lin Wudi, did you really think someone could reach the Heavenly List without real skills? How laughable!" Seeing Lin Mu fall into his trap, Ouyang Ming began to laugh maniacally. "My poison fog? Forget about you—even the great Shen Lang would have to tread carefully against it!"

His poisonous fog possessed intensely corrosive properties. Even masters of body-refining arts would be corroded to death upon contact.

"Rumor has it that your techniques are unparalleled, Lin Wudi, that no one can match you in Thunder Law or Sword Dao. But from what I see today, those claims were greatly exaggerated."

Ouyang Ming shook his head, certain that Lin Mu was doomed.

"Is that so?"

Suddenly, Lin Mu's calm voice drifted out from within the toxic mist.

The next moment, a figure slowly walked out. All the poison fog recoiled as if it had encountered something terrifying, scattering away, not daring to even approach him.

What's more, to Ouyang Ming's utter shock, Lin Mu simply raised a hand. All the poison fog, as if drawn by an unseen force, converged into the palm of his hand. In the blink of an eye, Lin Mu had collected every last wisp.

"This..." Ouyang Ming's eyes widened. "How is that possible?"

Lin Mu smiled faintly. "Nothing is impossible. This paltry poison fog is hardly enough to trouble me."

To collect the fog, Lin Mu had, of course, used the Mountain and River Cauldron. The cauldron could contain all things, and the poison fog was no exception.

Ouyang Ming sucked in a sharp breath. A deep sense of dread rose in his heart.

This man is not someone I can defeat by force!

Ouyang Ming was already thinking of retreating.

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