Chapter 8: Body Refining Chaos, Furious Roar!

  "Master, now the old master has been held back, you must seize this opportunity. Give that arrogant little brat a good thrashing."

  A stout eunuch with big ears whispered something in Zhu Fei's ear and smiled slyly.

  "Alright, don't worry. I'll end the fight early. Now that I've achieved Body Refining Completion and control the power of one elephant, I won't lose to this trash! You can continue to watch from afar."

  Zhuo Baozi nodded slightly, with a cold smile on his face. He didn't take Zhuo Yifan seriously at all.

  This month, he was forced by Zhuo Wen to practice hard, and there were initial results. Not only did his weight drop significantly, but his chubby face also had a contour.

  He's supposed to be a cultivator, but his luxurious golden attire and the jade pendant at his waist, not to mention his idle and pampered demeanor, immediately gave him away.

  To outsiders, he is still a young master who indulges in drinking and pleasure all day long.

  However, Zhuo Yifan did not dare underestimate this spoiled child.

  In just a short month, this fatty has already reached the stage of great success from minor completion.

  This is the quality of soul, the gift decided by heaven.

  It's worth noting that Zhuo Yifan spent four months of day and night hard training to make a breakthrough from small success to great success.

  Zhuo Fei's cultivation speed was truly enviable by many people.

  "This time, the Blood Prison Gate suddenly appeared, and the adult ceremony is likely to be advanced. Master Zhuo asked Tian to hold a family meeting and couldn't come temporarily. Without this backing, that waste will definitely be beaten when he comes here. I thought that waste didn't come back last night because he heard the wind, but unexpectedly, he actually dared to come back."

  "When it's your fate to be beaten, no one can escape."

  "A beating? I'm afraid it's not that simple. Look, how many people have arrived today? These are all brought by Zhuo Fei, a total of 55 people, all of whom are Jindan cultivators. Even if you manage to escape with your life, you'll likely be left crippled."

  Far away from home, Ding looked at the courtyard surrounded by a wall of people, whispering to each other. From time to time, they would raise their eyes and spare a glance at Zhuo Fei standing in the center, sighing repeatedly.

  "What a coincidence, here comes this chubby guy waiting for me?"

  Looking straight at the detestable fatty, Zhuo Yifan's face suddenly turned dark. The rest of the people immediately surrounded him, their eyes gleaming with a fierce light. It seemed as if they had been plotting for a long time.

  Bang! The large gate of the Zhuo family was suddenly closed.

  "Zhuo Yifan, are you going to kowtow and learn from dogs yourself, or do you need Ben Shao to help you? Your arrogance is too overbearing, it has already reached Ben Shao, Ben Shao... is very unhappy!"

  Zhuo Pangzi clenched his fists and rubbed his palms, with a sinister glint in his eyes. A burst of aura shook violently, and his big belly also heaved up and down twice as he sneered.

  "Happy? If you want to be happy, go find a woman. I'm not interested in men. Probably no woman wants to play with you either? Some people spend their days indulging in pleasures, living a life of luxury, and having incomplete organs." Zhuo Yifan sneered, raising his middle finger at Zhuo Fei:

  "Zhuo Pangzi, if that thing down there were as long as my middle finger, I'd listen to you."

  "How dare you insult me!" Zhuo Fei's teeth were clenched tightly together, making a grinding noise.

  His ability as a man was questioned. Zhuo Pangzi burst into anger, his fists shook, and he trembled with red aura, roaring like thunder: "Zhuo Yifan! It seems that you want to be a waste for the rest of your life today! Then I'll fulfill you!"

  Zhuo Fei let out a loud laugh, his body moved swiftly, and he threw a fierce punch that suddenly transformed into a claw, charging straight at the enemy. The air was torn apart with a ripping sound.

  Human-level intermediate spirit skill: Shattered Bone Claw!

  The onlookers around them all closed their eyes, and even some of the maids were shocked into screams. But no one could stop it, nor did they dare to stop it.

  "You think you have some skills and want to come find me for trouble? I'd like to see how much your skills have improved!"

  Zhuo Yifan's mouth curled up in a dangerous arc as he faced this claw.

  A claw attack came, a strong wind blew across the face, and was about to hit the vital point. Zhuo Yifan's eleven moves of "Tai Yi Tu" played an important role.

  Only to see Zhuo Yifan suddenly lower his waist, twist out a strange posture, his body extremely flexible, like a human snake, his limbs seemed to be completely relaxed, infinitely expanded, full of tension. Just dodged Zhuo Huanzhang's attack.

  Dealing with Zhuo Fei's clumsy attack, Da Yan Tu simply used the best countermeasure, and several elegant postures, as if performing a fairy dance, weaving through flowers and leaves, in the midst of everyone's astonished and confused gaze, he actually circled behind Zhuo Fei.

  "Stardust Kick! Taurus Palace!"

  One foot - fiercely rolled up a red air blade towards Zhuo Fei's round buttocks and kicked out.

  Crack! Fractured coccyx.

  The strength of two elephants, in an instant, kicked out the huge weight of 220 pounds of Zhu Fei, rolling on the ground for a long time.

  "Oh no! My butt!"

  Zhuo Fei's face changed drastically, and the next moment he let out a hysterical scream. He was neither standing nor sitting, but hugging his round buttocks, in so much pain that he almost went crazy, with the muscles on his face twisted into a knot.

  But it was just a brief exchange, and Zhuo Fei was defeated.

  He never could have imagined that Zhuo Yifan, this guy who had achieved great success in body refinement, would possess such immense power.

  "Ah ah ah!" Zhuo Fei's anguished howl had almost spread throughout the entire Zhuo family compound.

  The entire square fell silent in an instant!

  The people around stared blankly at this scene, it was simply unbelievable. Each and every one of them stood rooted to the spot, their mouths agape as if an apple could fit in.

  In a flash, Zhuo Yifan's figure flashed and he rushed directly to Zhu Fei's side, slapping another slap.

  His sturdy 220-pound body did a 360-degree spin on the ground, and three or four teeth flew out of his mouth, covered in blood. The intense pain caused him to pass out completely.

  "Zhuo Fei, I told you, I'll beat you into a pig's head!"

  Zhuo Yifan quietly stared at a lump of fat on the ground, sneering coldly.

  "Zhuo Yifan! You actually injured Young Master Zhuo Fei, are you trying to get yourself killed?!"

  "How dare you lay hands on Young Master Zhuo Fei..."

  "You're a waste of space, the downfall of the Zhuo family! I think you should be kicked out of the Zhuo family!"

  After a brief moment of astonishment, one after another, the powerful men of the Zhuo family shouted out in unison, and the scene at the Zhuo mansion began to spiral completely out of control. The powerful men of the Zhuo family even drew their swords from their waists.

  In an instant, the sword and knife lights were in a mess, scaring those little houseboys and maidservants to hide far away.

  "Whoa, isn't this getting out of hand? They're even bringing out the big guns?"

  Upon seeing these cold gleaming blades, the servants and maids were all shocked and lost their composure.

  At this moment, those right-wing members of the Zhuo family who were facing the sinister smile formed a crowd and surrounded Zhuo Yifan in layers, a total of 55 people!

  Zhuo Yifan's mouth corners, a cold smile floated up.

  "So many people are ganging up on me? You really think highly of me, huh?"

  "Do you want to take advantage of Grandfather's discussion about the Blood Prison Gate to hurt me and make me disabled for life?"

  Zhuo Yifan's gaze swept past them, these guys were all Qi Refining small success, big success cultivators, and were not worth fearing at all!

  Everyone guessed wrong about Zhuo Yifan's true strength.

  The cultivation of the body is complete and perfect, with the power of two forms. Can it be compared to the small accomplishment of the cultivators who have cultivated half a form or the great accomplishment of the cultivators who have cultivated one form?

  "You've injured Young Master Zhuo Fei! Now you'll have to pay the price..."

  A cultivator with a sinister face, sharp nose and a mole between his eyebrows glared at Zhuo Yifan with gritted teeth.

  "Don't you know that in the Zhu family, one cannot show off their wealth to the legitimate children?" Zhu Yifan glanced around at the crowd and criticized.

  "Are you scared? If you are, then kneel down and learn how to bark like a dog, and lick our shoes!"

  "Right! Then get out of the Zhu family!"

  "Who knows if he's dead or alive! Stardust Kick!"

  Zhuo Yifan's eyes burst with fierce light.

  The strength of two elephants is enormous!

  He flashed his body, and a red aura burst out, flying through the air to form an arc of murderous intent, like a shining meteor.

  Rumble!

  One kick after another, two cultivators who had just reached the Small Success stage were kicked over in succession. Everyone's eyes widened in shock.

  "Hum! You insignificant fool who has just barely achieved a minor success in cultivating your body, how dare you try to be wild and unbridled with me!"

  His icy gaze met everyone's, and those people stared at the overbearing Zhuo Yifan, feeling that something was off. They all felt a chill run down their spines as they sensed Zhuo Yifan's killing intent.

  "How dare you point a gun at me? You're tired of living!"

  Zhuo Yifan's face was solemn, his sword-like eyebrows furrowed, looking at these people as if they were ants, beckoning to them. With the magical pupil and iron arm, two treasures, he had increased confidence.

  "Do you each think you're very strong? You're just a bunch of trash! Come on all at once, after annihilating you right-wing elements, I still have to go to the Blood Prison Gate!"

  "Zhuo Yifan, you're overestimating yourself too much, aren't you? You've only just reached the Great Completion of Body Refining, right? We have five brothers here who have also achieved Great Completion. Humph, don't you know that people who are overly confident often meet with a bad end?"

  "Zhuo Yifan, as the saying goes, those who know the times are heroes. I think you're better off being a dog."

  "Come on! All of you come on! Stop wasting my time with your idle chatter, the Gates of Blood Hell won't wait for anyone."

  Zhuo Yifan struck a pose, beckoning to the ants in his eyes once again.

  "Everyone take action! Leave him intact!"

  As soon as the words fell, the right-wing young man who took the lead raised his knife and chopped towards Zhuo Yifan, with figures intersecting each other in the light of knives and swords.

  "Ah, you've arrived just in time! Let me test how strong my arm is!"

  Hmph!

  Zhuo Yi Fan raised his arm to block, and then kicked the guard away. He was shocked to find that there were blood stains on his arm where he had been cut by a knife!

  "Isn't the iron arm supposed to be effective? How can this be? This ordinary weapon, how can it hurt the iron arm?"

  Zhuo Yifan was slightly stunned, staring at this group of people rushing over, and found that the magic pupil couldn't intimidate them at all.

  "Haven't I grasped the method yet? Damn it, let's take care of these bastards first!"

  Fortunately, he had achieved perfection in his physical training and possessed the skin of a two-xiang (a mythical creature), so in terms of hardness, ordinary blades could hardly cause him any harm.

  "Die!"

  Hiss!

  A cultivator who had achieved great success in refining his body roared as he swung his axe down at Zhao Yifan.

  The knife carried a strong aura and cut into Zhuo Yifan's arm, with fresh blood gushing out instantly from the wound.

  Zhuo Yifan's pupils contracted violently as he saw these fierce people, furious and raging, one claw stretched out.

  Crack!

  The strength of two elephants directly crushed this great master's shoulder bones, and the master gritted his teeth in pain.

  "Stinky brat, die!" Another five or six people rushed over.

  Whoosh!

  Two fists as silver snakes flashed and blasted out with a loud noise, the dust around was blown up wildly.

  Zhuo Yifan didn't dodge or evade at all, and instead charged forward, punching out with a loud crash, definitely knocking someone to the ground.

  Either die of severe injury or be extinct forever.

  The power of the two forms with a refined body is not so easy to deal with!

  As the Zuo family's disciples fought fiercely, more and more wounds appeared on Zuo Yifan's body, with blood constantly gushing out.

  And he, completely enraged, was like a blood-soaked god of war darting through the forest of swords and rain of blades, striking with ruthless abandon.

  Everyone who saw it was amazed, they didn't expect that this rumored waste material would be so powerful...

  "Damn! Is this still that mediocre soul's trash? When did it become so powerful?"

  "He's literally a killing god, one punch and it's over for someone. How can he progress so quickly? Didn't they say he was just at the Great Completion stage?"

  "The last soul quality test was absolutely wrong! Second Master is a genius! Not a waste!"

  The family servants and maids have more or less begun to change their views on Zhuo Yifan.

  Facing swords and knives, without fear, one strike is enough to take down a person.

  Such bravery, which young man has it?

  In less than a moment, all these ferocious right-wing elements fell to the ground in disarray.

  Fifty-five people in total, except for the five who were severely injured by Zhuo Yifan, all the others turned into cold corpses.

  "And there is one more person..."

  The gloomy gaze finally rested on the last little monk, whose legs had already gone soft with fear. The devil's footsteps began to approach step by step.

  "How...how is it possible for you to have such incredible strength?!"

  The monk was frightened by this tragic scene, speechless and incontinent. A foul smell came directly from between his legs, unstoppable no matter how hard he tried, the stench flowed all over the ground.

  "Devil...... you devil......"

  His voice trembled, he kicked his legs back and retreated, his whole body was soft and weak.

  "Stardust kick, Taurus palace, Taurus shock prison kick!"

  Zhuo Yifan's last kick immediately met the man's head, his brain like a bomb, with a loud bang, brain matter splashing out, his skull was kicked flying by the air, heavily hitting the tree, instantly dying.

  "I've had enough of these days... I said it long ago, I will kill someone!..."

  Zhuo Yifan's face was twisted in a ferocious expression, the entire courtyard was in disarray as the last person fell to the ground, with wounds all over their body, corpses were scattered everywhere, some had their heads kicked open, while others had been trampled into a bloody pulp, the stench of blood and gore filled the air, causing the servants and maids to tremble with fear, their pants wet with urine.

  No one had thought that Zhuo Baozi was plotting against Zhuo Yifan, but instead he ended up shooting himself in the foot.

  They underestimated Zhuo Yifan's strength from the very beginning!

  In this melee, Zhuo Yifan's body had at least a hundred wounds.

  He himself did not expect that the transplanted Iron Arm and Magic Eye would have no effect at all. If it weren't for his own strength advancing and his defense increasing, he would have been a dead soul under the knife long ago.

  Everyone didn't dare to move forward. All they saw was Zhuo Yifan's face, which was deathly pale, panting heavily with his mouth open wide, his heart seemingly unable to withstand the blood pressure, as if it would jump out at any moment.

  Suddenly, he felt his two arms trembling wildly and becoming extremely hot. The intense pain was like being dissected alive, making him dizzy and disoriented. His body seemed to no longer belong to him.

  Rumble!

  In the next moment, his two arms transmitted a muffled sound like an explosion.

  Two arms were cold as if they had frozen into frost, and his whole body was numb from the impact of these two forces.

  Zhuo Yifan's seven orifices bled, and his eyes turned blood red. He stared at Zhuo Fei, who had fainted from pain, with a gaze that suddenly became blurry. A strong sense of fatigue swept through his brain, and his body could no longer support the exhaustion, causing him to faint directly.

  Am I going to die?