Having just dealt with Gong Baiyu, someone couldn’t wait and jumped out.

However, the wager he produced wasn’t Spirit Stones, but a wreath carved with complex patterns.

This thing held no attraction for Jun Changxiao, but it was attractive to Hua Meigui, because the aura it emanated was identical to soul power—even more vast and pure!

“Since that’s the case.”

Jun Changxiao said: “I’ll help you win it.”

“Thank you.”

Actually, Hua Meigui didn’t care about this so-called Soul Ring. What she cared about was: why would the upper cosmic realm have attributes identical to the Soul Clan?

Especially since that fellow mentioned the Yuhun Realm when he produced it—could it be related to the Soul Clan?

Jun Changxiao made the same connection.

He thought to himself: “Does this starry sky have other planes of existence?”

One was called Yutian Realm, one was called Yuhun Realm. Since their names were so similar, they probably weren’t too far apart.

“What?”

Seeing him remain silent without any intent to fight, the burly man’s face darkened as he said: “Are you looking down on this item of mine?”

Jun Changxiao said: “I’m just very curious—since this place is the Yutian Realm, how do you have something from the Yuhun Realm?”

“Hmph.”

The burly man snorted coldly: “Our Yutian Realm and the Yuhun Realm have been fighting on the Independent Battlefield for years. Having their items is perfectly normal.”

“Independent Battlefield?”

Jun Changxiao muttered to himself: “Could it be similar to a Planar Battlefield?”

“Boy!”

The burly man shouted: “Are you fighting or not!”

“I’ll fight.”

“Then hurry up and get out here. My fists have long been starving!”

“Not using weapons?”

“My fists are enough to pulverize you!”

“Very well. For the sake of fairness, this seat won’t use weapons either.”

Jun Changxiao stored the Supreme Immortal Sword in his spatial ring, then strode forward.

“Hong Tianniu has immersed himself in body forging techniques for many years. His physical body is formidable, and his pair of fists can sever mountains and rivers. Fighting him barehanded is no different from courting death!” a Yutian Realm martial artist said.

The others all shook their heads.

In their view, Jun Changxiao had merely relied on his high-grade weapon to win two matches consecutively. Now that he’d voluntarily put it away and was fighting barehanded against someone else’s specialty, he absolutely had no hope of victory.

“Friend.”

A powerful expert said indifferently: “I advise you to still use your weapon.”

This wasn’t a kind reminder—rather, if he lost to Hong Tianniu, they themselves would have no chance to obtain that sword.

“This seat has always fought openly and honorably, never taking unfair advantages.” Jun Changxiao said.

“Hahaha!”

Hong Tianniu laughed loudly: “It’s been a long time since I’ve met someone who dares to fight me barehanded! Come! Today we must fight to our hearts’ content!”

“Please!”

Jun Changxiao stood his ground and clasped his fists.

“Boom!”

Hong Tianniu’s right fist suddenly struck the void, smashing out a visible fist imprint that pounced forward like a fierce tiger!

This was pure physical body strength. Although the commotion wasn’t small, the special effects and spectacular nature were far inferior to martial artists releasing spiritual power in combat.

Jun Changxiao didn’t dare underestimate it. He retreated half a step, and his hands rippled through the void, instantly forming a substantialized barrier.

From its form, it resembled the qi wall condensed after breaking through to Martial King, but the interior contained extremely vast heavenly and earthly attributes and profound mysteries. Its defensive power was one hundred and eight thousand times stronger.

“Boom!”

The fist condensed from pure physical body strength struck the barrier. Violent power howled forth, fiercely churning up the surrounding ground.

However.

Jun Changxiao didn’t move an inch.

A trace of bewilderment flashed through Hong Tianniu’s gaze, followed by intense excitement as he struck several more fists through the air!

The stronger the barrier Jun Changxiao condensed, the more his blood boiled, especially anticipating the shattering sound that would come after breaking through—that would surely be wonderful!

“Boom boom boom!”

Several formidably powerful fist imprints struck consecutively. Under the dispersing power, the nearby ground continuously sank, gradually transforming into a deep, long pit.

“…”

Everyone’s brows furrowed.

With Hong Tianniu’s simple and brutal attacks, if they had to endure them themselves, the results definitely wouldn’t be optimistic!

“I say.”

Suddenly, a voice came through: “Did you not eat your fill?”

Everyone peered through the dust and discovered that fellow still standing within the barrier. Although there were obvious impact marks on the surface, it hadn’t suffered any substantial damage at all.

“Incredible!”

“Could this barrier be a supreme treasure?”

Sorry.

It wasn’t a supreme treasure—just a barrier.

They had all assumed Jun Changxiao could win two matches consecutively by relying on the Supreme Immortal Sword. Little did they know that even without weapon enhancement, he was still extremely formidable!

“Damn it!”

Hong Tianniu grew angry.

“Ahh!” He roared loudly as the clothes on his upper body instantly burst apart, exposing his robust muscles. Then both hands suddenly slapped against his body as he declared: “Primordial Divine Strength, all added to my body!”

“He’s actually using his trump card!”

Everyone was astonished.

Having only thrown a few punches before using his trump card—wasn’t that a bit too hasty?

In fact, Hong Tianniu was clear in his heart that his earlier attacks striking the barrier felt like punching cotton. So if he wanted to break through, he could only use his trump card!

“Whoosh!”

Hong Tianniu’s hands still pressed against the ground as his body slowly arched up, assuming a posture similar to a hundred-meter sprint start. Then he breathed in and out in great gulps, scorching hot air blasting from his nostrils.

“…”

Jun Changxiao was speechless.

This posture, this air blast.

No matter how you looked at it, he resembled an enraged wild ox!

“Too bad Xingchen didn’t come along, otherwise these two would definitely have common topics of conversation.” Jun Changxiao thought to himself.

“Roar!”

Just then, Hong Tianniu seemed to finish gathering power. He let out an ox-like roar, then both legs exerted force as he shot forward like a cannonball.

“Whoosh whoosh!”

Violent power permeated his entire body, rapidly substantializing. His whole person seemed to transform into a gigantic ox beast!

“Holy crap!”

Jun Changxiao said: “He really is an ox!”

“Stomp stomp stomp!”

Hong Tianniu transformed into an ox, his running speed also increased, and the terrifying brute force he emanated was greatly enhanced!

“Boom——”

Everyone didn’t have time to be surprised before the giant ox beast phantom had already crashed violently into the barrier, then they heard an extremely crisp shattering sound!

It broke through!

That guy is in trouble!

Setting aside how breaking the barrier would bring backlash to its caster, just the impact force formed by the ox beast’s collision would be difficult to withstand!

“Crossing Heaven Palm Imprint!”

At this moment, a shout came from above.

Everyone looked up in unison and saw Jun Changxiao had somehow already suspended himself in midair. His hands rapidly formed seals, and one after another substantialized palm imprints madly descended—one, two, three… dozens of them!

At that moment, everyone’s vision was filled with hands, filled with imprints!

“Boom boom boom boom!”

“Boom boom boom boom!”

The palm imprints fell, the earth shook and mountains trembled.

“Sure enough, the higher the realm, the stronger the power.” Hua Meigui said.

She usually cultivated the Crossing Heaven Palm Imprint too, but compared to her husband, it was truly nothing to speak of. The difference came from their realms.

…

The fierce and frequent bombardment caused the ground to shake violently, forcing several deep, long fissures to appear in the surroundings, like naturally formed canyon cliffs!

“Pff!”

Hong Tianniu, lying in the palm imprint crater, spat blood, then with difficulty raised the Soul Ring.

He’d lost.

Willing to bet, willing to pay!

“Swish!”

Jun Changxiao retrieved it and tossed it to Hua Meigui. When she reached out to catch it, the patterns carved on the Soul Ring immediately flickered with brilliant light, and strands of fluorescence gradually wound around her entire body.

Seeing this scene, the Yutian Realm powerful experts exclaimed in unison: “This woman is from the Soul Clan!”

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