Even a beginner-level Martial Grandmaster has already transformed their True Essence into True Qi, let alone Fang Yuantu, who is a high-level Martial Grandmaster.
He can naturally transform his inner energy into fists for long-range attacks.
The fist formed from cyan true energy carried a whistling sound, and its sheer power was enough to terrify anyone.
"Fang Yuantu's strength has surpassed mine before I was poisoned. This old scoundrel has been lurking and honing his skills for many years. The Fang family will eventually be destroyed in his hands."
When Old Master Fang Gaoyang saw Fang Yuantu, the bald old man, throw a punch, he sighed with a deathly pale face: "I hate it. If this old bastard had made a mistake back then, I would have directly crippled his cultivation or even executed him. There wouldn't be this chaos today."
He also thought that Fang Han had suddenly risen to prominence, but after all, he was young and could not possibly be a match for a high-level Martial Grandmaster.
You should know that he is seventy-five years old this year and has been cultivating for seventy years, but he has not yet been able to break through to the high-level Martial Grandmaster.
In the blink of an eye, Fang Yuantu's fist, carrying immense pressure, had already struck in front of Fang Han, who directly blocked the giant fist of true energy with his bare fist.
Su Aiai, who was standing next to Fang Han, and the elders of the Elder Hall who were a little further away, all quickly moved away.
They were already struggling to withstand the power Fang Yuantu unleashed earlier, and if they were hit by the aftershocks of his giant fist, they would probably all be injured.
"Han'er, don't be reckless!"
Fang Zhendong immediately rushed over, wanting to save Fang Han as soon as possible.
Fang Yuantu's giant fist, imbued with true qi, carried an aura of destruction and was far too domineering.
He knew that his strength might not be greater than Fang Han's current strength, but Fang Han was his son, and he had to save him!
Even if it means sacrificing himself, he would save them.
Tang Yumei's face turned deathly pale; her heart was pounding in her chest.
boom!
But the next moment, a golden light burst forth from Fang Han's small fist, and then the seemingly domineering cyan true energy fist instantly disintegrated.
Strangely, the energy did not dissipate but simply vanished, like a clay ox sinking into the sea.
This surprised everyone.
Fang Yuantu, in particular, felt that something was amiss.
Little did he know that Fang Han's punch just now was merely a technique from the Eight Desolations Fist to deflect the force of his powerful punch, preventing injury to those around him, especially his mother Tang Yumei and Fang Sihai.
After all, his mother had no cultivation, and Fang Sihai was already a cripple. If he didn't release his energy and shattered Fang Yuantu's giant fist of true energy with one punch, the scattered energy would definitely injure his mother and Fang Sihai, and even everyone around them.
"Grandfather, Mother, Uncle, please step aside so I can deal with this old man."
Fang Han then said.
He neutralized the force of Fang Yuantu's punch with a calm and collected demeanor.
"Father, Madam, Sihai, Elders, let's quickly move aside."
After being shocked, Fang Zhendong quickly addressed Grandpa Fang Gaoyang and the others.
Before he could even save Fang Han, Fang Han broke through Fang Yuantu's attack on his own. He felt that Fang Han might create another miracle.
"Fang Han, you have suffered so much, and you are so dazzling as soon as you recover. A true dragon is about to emerge from our Fang family. Our Fang family is saved."
The shocked old man Fang Gaoyang said repeatedly.
People are in high spirits when they have good news. He had been looking very tired, but at this moment he suddenly looked quite radiant.
Because he knew that Fang Han was able to deflect the force of Fang Yuantu's punch, which meant that Fang Han was already capable of fighting against a high-level Martial Grandmaster.
Soon, Fang Gaoyang and the others withdrew some of their troops, leaving only Fang Han and Fang Yuantu.
"Fang Gaoyang, you old bastard, do you really think that brat Fang Han can fight me?"
Fang Yuantu sneered: "After I kill this brat, I'll kill you, you old bastard."
“Brother Yuantu, you mustn’t make a mistake. Now that you’re a high-level Martial Grandmaster, you can enter the upper echelons of the Fang family, but you can’t kill the old patriarch and the young master.”
Elder Fang Feihong, who had been speaking up for Fang Yuantu, also sensed something was amiss and quickly tried to dissuade him.
"Fang Feihong, who do you think you are, to call me brother? From now on, all of you in the Elders' Hall will address me as the Patriarch! Kneel before me with utmost respect!"
Fang Yuantu let out a cold snort, then suddenly his figure blurred as he closed in.
His speed was so fast that in the blink of an eye, the old man appeared in front of Fang Feihong with boundless power and slapped him across the face.
Fang Feihong never expected Fang Yuantu to make a move. He was overwhelmed by Fang Yuantu's imposing aura and, coupled with his lack of preparation, he couldn't dodge the vicious slap at all.
He was a high-level martial artist, yet he was sent flying by this slap. After landing, he spat out a mouthful of blood, and in the blood were two knocked-out teeth.
Fang Feihong covered his mouth, not daring to say anything more, because he saw that Fang Yuantu's eyes were full of murderous intent.
He suddenly realized that supporting Fang Yuantu to take over the Fang family would likely be a disaster for the family, because Fang Yuantu lacked the capacity to tolerate others.
Seeing this, everyone except Fang Han felt a chill, because Fang Yuantu was simply too strong.
"Fang Yuantu, your opponent is me."
Fang Han spoke up, "Show me what you've got. Today I'm going to make this old bastard die a death he won't forget."
"You brat, you're nothing but a fool and a piece of trash. You dare to fight me?"
Fang Yuantu roared in fury, his aura intensifying as he unleashed the Fang family's ultimate technique, the "Breaking Army Fist," and lunged at Fang Han.
This old fellow truly lived up to his reputation as a high-level Martial Grandmaster. The moment he moved, his aura pressed down on Fang Han, giving him a sense of oppression as if a thousand troops were crushing down upon him.
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