Chapter 114: Wu Xingyan’s External Incarnation

With Long Tianjiao’s current cultivation level, there was no way she could withstand that punch. Therefore, even though Chu Tian’s injuries had not yet healed, he had no choice but to take the blow himself, for if he dodged, Long Tianjiao behind him would surely die on the spot.

Boom!

Situ Deng’s fist, radiant with fierce energy, slammed into Chu Tian’s chest.

Chu Tian was sent flying backward, but he took advantage of the momentum to shield Long Tianjiao behind him. Spinning around, he unleashed the Heavenly Demon Fist!

Ignoring his own wounds, Chu Tian instantly exploded with true qi, striking back at Situ Deng with a punch.

Boom!

The two fists collided, releasing a powerful shockwave of true qi.

At that moment, the stone chamber’s walls cracked inch by inch, spiderweb-like fissures spreading everywhere.

Having withstood Situ Deng’s punch, Chu Tian’s Heavenly Demon Fist remained forceful and crushed the bones in Situ Deng’s fingers.

“Ugh!”

Situ Deng’s fist went limp, and his body staggered backward repeatedly.

With every step back, a crack appeared on the ground beneath his feet until, after more than a dozen paces, he barely managed to steady himself.

As for Long Tianjiao, who had taken cover behind Chu Tian, she suffered little from the shockwave.

Still, an invisible gust swept over her, causing her to lose balance and fall to the ground along with the chair she sat on.

A muffled groan escaped Long Tianjiao—painful but bearable.

“Impossible! How can you possess such immense power?” Situ Deng’s face was filled with shock. He clutched his bloodied right fist with his left hand, eyes wide with disbelief.

He had always held himself in high esteem, considering himself the strongest disciple of Wu Xingyan.

Yet he never imagined he would be defeated by Chu Tian—the very person he once deemed incompetent.

Amidst Situ Deng’s furious roar, Chu Tian did not seize the opportunity to strike again.

Instead, he suddenly clutched his chest as a surge of qi and blood churned violently within him.

“Pfft!”

Unable to suppress his injuries any longer, Chu Tian spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.

Forcing himself to use the Heavenly Demon Fist had already exceeded his body’s limit, aggravating the wounds in his meridians once more.

“小 Tian, are you... are you alright?” Long Tianjiao, still handcuffed behind her back and unable to rise, looked anxiously at Chu Tian.

Seeing him cough blood, even her dulled senses told her he was gravely injured.

Though she didn’t know the cause, she understood that despite his severe wounds, Chu Tian had come to rescue her at great personal risk.

That sincerity, Long Tianjiao felt deeply.

Hearing her, Chu Tian only waved a hand, signaling his fifth senior sister not to worry.

But how could Long Tianjiao not worry?

“Are you injured?” Situ Deng’s madness abruptly halted, replaced by a gleam of delight.

“Even if I’m injured, I can still kill you,” Chu Tian said coldly, his eyes flashing with a deadly light.

In the next moment, he became a blur, dashing straight toward Situ Deng.

Heavenly Demon Fist!

Chu Tian unleashed another punch aimed at Situ Deng’s chest.

This blow was even more powerful; Chu Tian disregarded his injuries, determined to kill Situ Deng today no matter what.

Situ Deng’s face paled as he hurriedly retreated.

But Chu Tian’s speed was faster, shadowing him closely, and in an instant, he caught up.

Gritting his teeth, Situ Deng raised his uninjured left hand to guard his front.

Boom!

The Heavenly Demon Fist crashed into Situ Deng’s left arm, the force penetrating deep into his bones.

Crack!

Situ Deng’s face changed dramatically as a bone-shattering sound echoed through the stone chamber.

The next instant, he was flung backward, crashing heavily onto the ground.

“Pfft!”

Chu Tian’s qi and blood surged again, and he spat out another mouthful of fresh blood.

Had he not been injured, he could have defeated Situ Deng within ten rounds.

But his meridians had been severely damaged earlier.

Now, every strike brought him unbearable pain, agony beyond ordinary comprehension.

Yet Chu Tian had waited too long for this moment; five hundred years of accumulated grudges weighed heavily on his heart.

At this moment, he refused to endure any longer; even if it cost him his life, he would kill Situ Deng here and now.

Not only to avenge his senior sisters but also to relieve five centuries of hatred.

“I’ve already said it—injured or not, I can still kill you,” Chu Tian said, face pale as he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

Step by step, he approached Situ Deng, each step heavy and labored.

“Chu Tian, you... you can’t kill me!” Situ Deng, wounded in both hands, could only twist his body, crawling backward desperately.

This pitiful scene bore no resemblance to the proud heir of the Situ family.

“If you kill me, the Situ family will never let you go, and neither will Master!” Situ Deng’s face was filled with fear; he knew Chu Tian had deadly intent, and today he might die here.

But he was unwilling to accept defeat; he had yet to inherit the Situ family’s legacy or elevate them to the throne of the North-South factions’ alliance.

How could he die here?

He refused to die like this!

“Situ family?”

“Once I’ve slain you, I will annihilate the Situ family, making them pay with their lives for what you’ve done today!” Chu Tian’s face grew cold as he struck out again, punching toward Situ Deng.

But at that moment, a black mist erupted from Situ Deng’s body, instantly forming a powerful protective qi shield.

Boom!

Chu Tian’s fist struck the shield, feeling a strong backlash.

The next second, he was sent flying backward.

His body, like a kite cut loose, tumbled backward and landed right beside Long Tianjiao.

Bang!

Chu Tian’s back slammed against a wooden chair, which shattered instantly.

“小 Tian, how are you?” Long Tianjiao’s eyes were urgent as she looked at him, though her hands remained cuffed behind her.

Chu Tian spat another mouthful of blood—the third he had coughed up today.

His breath grew weaker; he seemed too exhausted to answer, only faintly shaking his head in response.

At this moment, the black mist surrounding Situ Deng began to condense, forming a humanoid shape.

When the mist cleared, the figure of Wu Xingyan appeared unmistakably.

Long Tianjiao’s pupils constricted in shock, disbelief etched across her face.

How could Wu Xingyan be here?

But in the next instant, she realized this was not the true Wu Xingyan, but his external avatar.

Situ Deng must have a protective talisman bestowed by Wu Xingyan, and this talisman was far more advanced than Chu Tian’s.

Chu Tian’s talisman could only form a spiritual qi barrier, temporarily safeguarding the seven senior sisters.

But Wu Xingyan’s talisman transcended that—it had even manifested his external avatar.

Although the avatar’s power was less than a thousandth of the original,

Chu Tian, already gravely wounded, was no match for even this avatar.

Yet the battle was far from over.