Not far away, Zhou Yitang suddenly stopped in his tracks, turned around, his facial skin trembling continuously due to the violent fluctuations of the airflow.

"Such power.....!!?"

"Quick, leave!!" An elder with the surname Hu appeared beside him and shouted harshly.

Their initial plan, exchanged with just a glance, was to stop here and turn around to attack Zhang Rongfang together.

But that move just now....

Such power...!

Instantly affecting a range of more than ten meters around, even a Hard Skill Grandmaster, known for their strength, might not achieve such an exaggerated effect.

"Leave!" Zhou Yitang decisively abandoned his thought of surrounding and attacking the opponent.

The two of them scattered simultaneously to the left and right, caring only to save their lives first.

But just two steps out, the elder with the surname Hu felt every hair on his body standing upright, fully exerting his final form, his body began to change.

But it was too late.

With a swish.

Zhang Rongfang appeared in front of him as if teleporting, raising a finger.

Poosh.

The fingertip was straight like a sword, piercing the center of the elder’s brow.

All changes completely stopped.

"This.... What kind of technique...!?" The elder mumbled with difficulty. Blood was rapidly flowing along the finger and disappearing.

"This is the Twelve Immortal Arts."

Zhang Rongfang looked towards the distant Zhou Yitang.

"Shrink the Earth!"

Swish!!!

In an instant, his figure flickered continuously, forming a line of shadows, transcending into a straight line.

Shrink the Earth!

Shrink the Earth!

Shrink the Earth!

Shrink the Earth!!

In front of Zhou Yitang, Zhang Rongfang’s toes touched the ground, turning around with a palm.

Flame Emperor Talisman, Fire Without Fuel.

Boom!!!

The surrounding airflow seemed to be completely drained by this palm, transforming into enormous pressure, crashing towards Zhou Yitang.

Zhou Yitang’s pupils shrank, his scalp prickling, completely unaware of how the opponent emerged!

At the moment of crisis, he desperately utilized all the skills he had to amplify his strength.

Limit-Breaking Skill, Extreme State, Final Form, all potential was fully unleashed without reservation, strike!!

But as he saw his arm making contact with the opponent, his own hands were like dead branches, easily breaking with no resistance.

Zhou Yitang instantly understood....

It was hopeless.

"God!!! Descend upon me!!!" Suddenly, he roared skyward.

As his body was completely struck through by a palm, a chilling aura inexplicably spread from him.

It wasn’t a physical coldness, but more like an overwhelming sensation of cold.

His eyes instantly turned silver white, and the human face tattoo in the center of his body abruptly spread and vanished, transforming into a deep blue beast with a single horn and one leg.

Thump!

A massive heartbeat exploded from Zhou Yitang’s body.

Even Zhang Rongfang felt a slight tremor in his heart, nearly skipping a beat, losing his own rhythm.

With a slight change in his gaze, he retreated several steps, calmly observing the state of the opponent after the descent of the god.

It wasn’t his first time encountering a divine descent, but this was his first time facing someone doing it voluntarily.

Previously, he had encountered only passive divine descents.

This time was entirely different, as it was initiated by oneself.

"Do you require assistance, Master?"

At this moment, Hongxian Daoist and others arrived in time, seeing Zhou Yitang after the divine descent, the three of them quickly spread out with tacit understanding, surrounding the person in the center.

"Keep an eye on the other god-worshipping Grandmaster. I need to observe this one closely." Zhang Rongfang said calmly.

After receiving special training from Emperor Jiang, his ability to anticipate enemy moves had completely surpassed everyone present.

Whether Zhou Yitang or Xu Mengyan, if they couldn’t even touch him, how could they talk about defeating him?

Now he began to understand the feelings of those Extreme Realm Grandmasters.

In terms of anticipating enemy moves, being a step behind meant a world apart.

Even if just an inch away, not being able to reach meant not being able to reach.

It’s the difference between existence and non-existence. It’s also the distance between life and death.

"Master, could it be that you wish to test whether someone who already worships the god can...?" Hongxian Daoist instantly regained his wits.

Zhang Rongfang did not respond, walking straight towards Zhou Yitang.

Under the overlay of Extreme State, his height exceeded three meters, each step pounding the ground, spreading a heavy oppressive aura in the forest like a small giant.

As the shadow fell upon Zhou Yitang.

The two, one tall and one short, faced each other equally.

"It’s.... you...." Zhou Yitang’s face stiffened, opening his mouth to utter two words.

Suddenly, his whole skin cracked open, as if countless blades were slicing through his body all at once.

Poof!!

Countless silver lines sprayed out like fountains, rushing towards Zhang Rongfang from his center.

Unfortunately, just a second before he erupted, Zhang Rongfang sensed something was amiss and quickly retreated.

Shrink the Earth from the Twelve Immortal Arts, when fully exerted, crossed over more than ten meters in an instant.

With two consecutive uses of Shrink the Earth, he was completely out of the range of the sweeping spiritual lines.

The spiritual lines danced wildly, eventually weakening and retracting, reverting to Zhou Yitang’s original form.

Only then did Zhang Rongfang approach, reaching out to press his neck, and inhaling.

With a whoosh, Zhou Yitang’s entire body crumbled like mud, falling apart, with large patches of black ash flowing out from within him.

"What is this!?" Zhang Rongfang paused slightly, watching Zhou Yitang’s entire body turn black, then shatter, transforming into a pile of black ash, vaporizing and disappearing.

In just a few seconds, one Grandmaster Martial Artist who worships gods vanished before his eyes.

"Why is it like this?" Zhang Rongfang frowned. "After directly descending, they self-destruct. After self-destructing, they die. Such decisiveness couldn’t be Zhou Yitang’s own decision. It’s likely the doings of the deity that descended upon him...."

Without even engaging in battle, directly self-destructing.

This deity differs from those encountered before.

Zhang Rongfang was pondering while getting up, when he suddenly noticed the place where Zhou Yitang’s body disappeared on the ground naturally revealed a special pattern formed by traces and vegetation.

It was a bizarre figure with a bull head, human body, a single horn on the back, and only one leg.

"What is this!?" Zhang Rongfang frowned.

Whoosh....

The cold wind in the forest dispersed the pattern, everything returned to normal.

If it weren’t for the large damage caused by the fierce fight just now, and the whole set of clothes left on the ground, probably no one would believe that the devastation in this forest was caused by just a few people.

Zhang Rongfang stood up and closed his eyes. The bull-headed figure he had just seen remained lingering before his eyes, refusing to disappear for a long time.

"Could this be the so-called ’鸣神’?" he speculated in his heart.

Just as he was about to return to check on the others.

Suddenly, there was a muffled thump.

His heart throbbed violently for a moment.

Blood began rushing rapidly, converging, and surging toward his brain.

An inexplicable sense of disorientation caused Zhang Rongfang to involuntarily close his eyes.

When he regained his senses and struggled to open his eyes.

The scene before him had completely changed.

White mist surrounded him, obviously he was no longer in the previous location.

Bang.

Bang.

Bang.

Something was approaching, with huge and heavy footsteps, like the beat of war drums, coinciding with each of Zhang Rongfang’s heartbeats.

"Enigmatic fog of doubt?" He heightened his vigilance in his heart and looked in the direction from which the sound was coming.

Having just killed a Grandmaster of the god-worshipping sect, he was drawn into the enigmatic fog of doubt. Clearly, there either was a Spirit General or Residual God nearby, or Zhou Yitang’s voluntary Descent of the God was problematic.

But regardless of the reason, it would cost them greatly to take him down.

Zhang Rongfang regained his inner calm.

Compared to the first encounter with the enigmatic fog, he was now much more composed. He knew well that Spirit Generals do not easily reveal themselves. Most likely this was caused by a voluntary Descent of the God.

The banging sound grew closer and louder.

Soon.

The source of the enormous sound finally arrived before Zhang Rongfang.

Its silhouette emerged from the mist.

It was a gigantic monster standing over ten meters tall.

Its appearance was of a bull head and human body, with a deep blue back, a single leg, and a long horn growing on its back.

It approached Zhang Rongfang, suddenly letting out a long roar.

Moo!!

The gigantic sound waves caused the surrounding mist to ripple and surge.

The bull-headed figure paused after the roar and finally spoke.

"I am...."

Swish!

A red shadow flashed, a huge blood figure darted from the side, grabbing the bull-headed figure and disappearing into the vast mist.

Immediately followed by a furious bull roar.

"I am...!!" Amidst the bull roar, the bull-headed figure spoke again.

Swish!!

A white shadow flew past Zhang Rongfang, heading towards the bull-headed figure.

The bull roar sounded again, this time noticeably weaker.

"I....!!"

Whoosh!

Another giant shadow with a dragon head and human body flashed through the mist in front of Zhang Rongfang.

The bull roar abruptly halted.

Everything returned to calm.

Zhang Rongfang stood still, blinked. He began to feel the mist slowly dissipating.

Soon, a wave of dizziness hit him, his vision blurred, and he was back at the location where he had just killed Zhou Yitang.

The surroundings remained a dark forest, with moonlight hanging high above.

From afar, numerous subordinates were rapidly approaching.

"What just happened?" Zhang Rongfang vaguely felt that something important had just occurred, but he couldn’t quite discern what it was.

Only guesses, but they were meaningless.

"Master!" Hongxian Daoist and the other two caught up again, "Are you alright!?"

"I’m fine." Zhang Rongfang shook his head slightly. He picked up the robe Zhou Yitang left behind, searched through it, and besides a money pouch, found a small booklet with a purple-black cover.

Opening the booklet, he saw that it was filled with written records, but strangely, some places clearly had large blank spaces intended for illustrations, yet there was nothing there.

Zhang Rongfang pondered, then set down the booklet.

Suddenly, he paused in thought.

What was the name of the booklet just now?

He remembered glancing at the title when he opened it, something like "鸣神命..."

To verify his guess, he picked up the booklet again and opened it.

This time, Zhang Rongfang’s eyes shrank, his breath slightly quickened.

The booklet that had text just before now opened to reveal nothing...

Only blank pages remained.

Every single page, every single page was blank!

Zhang Rongfang flipped through the booklet from front to back, top to bottom, but found not a single character.

"By the way, did you capture the source of those red scarf bandits?" he quickly turned to the three and asked.

"All wiped out. These scourges, wantonly slaughtering lives, deserve to die!" The youngest, Tong Fei, licked her red lips and said viciously.

She was the most excited among the three. From an elderly woman in her eighties or nineties, she instantly restored to her peak state in her thirties.

Beauty and martial prowess, all returned at once.

Such a feeling... it drove her to near madness with excitement.

So, in her excessive excitement, she accidentally killed all those Ming Shen Sect black-cloaked figures.

"No need to worry, Master!" Tong Fei laughed, "I have ordered their skulls to be piled together, notices posted, declaring to everyone their evil deeds!"

Zhang Rongfang was speechless.

"What about the woman I seriously injured just now?" He remembered Xu Mengyan, since Zhou Yitang was dead, they could use that woman for the test instead.

The few began exchanging glances, none knowing what to say.

Zhang Rongfang sensed that something was amiss and quickly headed toward Xu Mengyan.

Earlier, he hadn’t held back and had smashed the woman’s internal organs, leaving her utterly incapacitated.

The person didn’t seem like a god-worshipper, this kind of injury would definitely render her immobile.

But....

Soon, he led the way to the large pit where Xu Mengyan was smashed, and sure enough, it was empty.

".....For a non-god-worshipping person, with a chest smashed to pieces, could she still be alive?" Zhang Rongfang stood at the edge of the pit, speaking up.

The people who had rushed over behind him were all speechless, exchanging puzzled glances.

"Master, aren’t we like that?" Hongxian Daoist whispered.