Chapter 41: Chapter 41 What is Viscera Refinement? This is Viscera Refinement!_1
 

The Luo Family’s resistance was fierce.

However, against the Zhao Family’s more than one thousand five hundred armored youths, and those two monks at the Bone Refinement Perfection realm,

no matter how fierce the resistance, it would eventually become futile as time passed.

“The downfall of the Luo Family is a foregone conclusion!”

“If you are willing to submit to execution, I might consider sparing some of the weak so that the bloodline of your Luo Family may continue on this continent…”

Zhao Wu and Zhao Hong.

After forcibly exchanging a blow with the third in command of the Luo Family, and then parting ways,

he watched with a somewhat cold expression at Luo Yong, who stood before him, his face flushed red, his body covered in nothing but fist and footprints,

looking extremely disheveled.

He whispered a suggestion to him.

“Submit to execution?” Luo Yong looked at Zhao Wu and Zhao Hong before him and couldn’t help but laugh out loud, “It seems that the Zhao Family still hasn’t figured out the situation, huh!”

“It is not the Luo Family who should submit to execution, but the Zhao Family!!!”

After the negotiations between Zhao Wu and Luo Yong completely collapsed,

Zhao Wu and Zhao Hong, the two brothers,

started to become increasingly ruthless in their hearts, showing no restraint towards Luo Yong before them.

Since every single person from the Luo Family was so bull-headed, so oblivious,

then none shall live on this continent.

“Little brother, use that move…” Zhao Wu silently glanced at his younger brother Zhao Hong beside him and whispered.

Zhao Hong silently nodded in response.

After maintaining a certain distance from Luo Yong in front of him,

he slightly crouched down.

His right hand clenched into a fist.

His right fist was then positioned in a somewhat peculiar stance, aimed at Luo Yong before him.

“Is that… the Zhao Family’s Bursting Fist???”

Seeing this scene unfold, Luo Yong’s expression gradually became more serious.

In the Luo Family Ancestral Land, there are cultivation techniques of exceptional mortal quality.

Naturally, the Zhao Family also possessed cultivation techniques of similarly exceptional mortal quality.

Among the ordinary exceptional mortal-quality techniques in the Zhao Family’s Library Pavilion,

the Luo Family wasn’t particularly concerned, but this so-called Bursting Fist was the one technique they truly dreaded—a mortifyingly destructive cultivation technique.

Although this technique greatly depleted the Qi-Blood Force within the practitioner’s body,

and couldn’t be used again for a short period after one use,

it was rare for a cultivator of the same level to withstand the killing power of the Bursting Fist in normal circumstances.

Even Luo Yong, who was publicly known as the Luo Family’s strongest and possessed of Bone Refinement Perfection,

did not dare to be careless when facing the Bursting Fist.

“Has the Zhao Family already shown its hand? Patriarch Changfeng, are you not planning to take action yet?”

While Luo Yong was preparing to defend against the Bursting Fist, he silently looked towards the direction where Patriarch Changfeng of the Luo Family was residing.

And just as Luo Yong gritted his teeth, ready to take on Zhao Hong’s Bursting Fist head-on,

a figure in a white robe, with a head of silver hair,

thin and gaunt, hands clasped behind his back,

and a faint aura of detachment emanating from him,

suddenly appeared before everyone’s eyes.

Upon seeing the elder, all of the Luo Family members’ faces lit up with joy, and the heavy stone in their hearts finally fell to the ground.

Because they knew,

once their Patriarch Changfeng showed himself,

every problem would be solved as if by slicing through bamboo.

On the other hand, the people from the Zhao Family,

upon seeing the Ancestor of the Luo Family, Luo Changfeng, appear so directly in front of them,

their faces gradually turned a bit ugly.

However, with matters having progressed to this stage,

Even if the Ancestor of the Luo Family, Patriarch Luo Changfeng, appeared,

people from the Zhao Family wouldn’t stop their plans to exterminate the Luo Family because of this.

Among the group from the Zhao Family, the only one whose complexion turned deathly pale, with a thin and frail stature that seemed somewhat mediocre, was Gao Qi.

At the moment when Patriarch Luo Changfeng of the Luo Family appeared,

his already morbid complexion couldn’t help but turn even paler.

His frail body also began to tremble slightly beyond his control.

Although the Ancestor of the Luo Family had only just appeared before everyone, without making any moves yet,

Gao Qi was still acutely aware.

It seemed that the situation was gradually spiraling beyond his expectations.

“Surprised I’m not dead?”

After a moment of silence, looking at the people from the Zhao Family, Luo Changfeng said calmly.

“Patriarch Changfeng, that Zhao Hong seems to be ready to use Bursting Fist on Uncle Three!!!”

Luo Chuan, who quietly followed behind Luo Changfeng, saw Zhao Hong’s clenched right fist.

And the abnormally bulging muscles on Zhao Hong’s right hand.

He suddenly spoke out as a warning.

“Bursting Fist?” Luo Changfeng’s eyes narrowed slightly as he silently shifted his gaze to Zhao Hong.

Indeed, at this time the Qi-Blood Force in Zhao Hong’s body

was surging towards his right arm at an incredibly fast pace, rushing madly.

“Second Brother, make your move quickly, let’s finish off that Luo Yong first,”

“then we’ll deal with this old immortal, Luo Changfeng.”

Zhao Wu’s brows furrowed slightly, as he hastily called out to his second brother Zhao Hong who was by his side.

Even the somewhat slow-reacting brothers, Zhao Wu and Zhao Hong,

had begun to sense that something was not quite right at this moment.

“Don’t worry, big brother, Luo Yong is as good as dead!!!” After saying this, Zhao Hong once again threw his head back and shouted.

Even going so far as to channel almost two-thirds of the Qi-Blood Force in his body

all into his oddly postured right arm.

With the infusion of a large amount of Qi-Blood Force, Zhao Hong’s right arm swelled up significantly once again.

An even more terrifying aura began to permeate from Zhao Hong’s body gradually.

“Huh…”

“Huh…”

“Huh…”

As Zhao Hong continued to take deep breaths, wave after wave of scorching white mist continuously exhaled from his mouth.

His right arm, which had swollen to a somewhat terrifying size,

at that moment, retracted back slightly once again.

Just when Zhao Hong was about to release the pent-up terrifying Qi-Blood Force, delivering a punch with extremely powerful and destructive force,

a punch that could even severely injure cultivators in the Bone Refinement Perfection realm—

there stood Luo Changfeng, with thousands of silver strands of hair, a lean figure, hands clasped behind his back,

silently standing without movement.

At this time, he suddenly sprang into action.

His speed was so fast that it exceeded the range that all eyes could perceive.

As gusts of breeze approached, Luo Changfeng instantly appeared behind Zhao Hong.

All he did was slightly raise his somewhat withered right hand and slapped towards Zhao Hong’s head.

Yet, with such a simple act, Zhao Hong’s head burst open like an exploding watermelon, splattering in all directions.

Crimson blood sprayed everywhere, with white brain matter scattered across the ground.

Zhao Hong’s body hadn’t even fallen, that punch carrying terrifying power and destructive force still not thrown,

the “big shot” who held the power of Bone Refinement Perfection and commanded a bandit stronghold of over five thousand people—

at this very moment, suddenly met his demise within the ancestral lands of the Luo Family.