Chapter 129: Encounter with Dugu Shang
Within his body, the heavy mountain energy roared into motion with Zhou Yi’s movements, like the relentless rush of the Yangtze River echoing inside him.
He unleashed a single punch, devoid of any elaborate technique—just a lone fist—but it carried the weight of a mountain. A roaring wind pressure surged around his fist, forming a colossal tidal wave of wind energy that crashed violently toward the horde of gourd men.
Boom!
After the thunderous impact, the gourd men faced that single punch as if they were made of paper—utterly powerless to resist. They were blasted into the sky, their bones shattering midair, blood spraying from their bodies like a torrential blood rain.
Smack!
Smack, smack!
Smack, smack, smack!
After fluttering in the air for a time, each struck with varying force and falling at different moments due to their positions, their bodies collided with the ground, producing a staccato rhythm of smacks.
What happens when a mantis tries to stop a chariot? This—right before his eyes—is the answer.
Harnessing nearly 120,000, almost 130,000 years of accumulated cultivation power, following the rhythmic laws recorded in the Mountain of Ten Thousand Methods, he had forged a weighty mountain within.
Once this heavy mountain emerged, the difference from a real mountain was negligible.
The sheer force of the heavy mountain, even without Zhou Yi using any other means, was no different than facing a true mountain for the gourd men.
They simply could not withstand it—what difference was there between a small hillock and Mount Tai?
With a simple punch, Zhou Yi had dispatched the entire group of gourd men, but the trouble was far from over.
Perhaps triggered by their deaths, the black water poisonous smoke lost control the instant they perished. The chaotic smoke swirled aimlessly for a moment before suddenly intertwining, momentarily pausing, then surging all at once toward Zhou Yi.
In an instant, the black smoke mass gathered before Zhou Yi, encircling him entirely.
The black smoke was sluggish and emotionless, but as it converged, its power dramatically increased, and it charged toward him with a fierce momentum.
Zhou Yi’s expression remained unchanged. He made no reaction to the black smoke’s advance. He had already tested their strength before; although he did not fully understand their extent, to him, it made little difference.
The heavy mountain energy field was enough to neutralize everything. No matter how fierce or deadly the black water poison smoke was, it posed no problem to him because the smoke could not penetrate his heavy mountain energy field.
Unable to breach the energy field, it could not harm him. If it could not harm him, why fear?
“Disperse!”
Facing the black water poison smoke, which surged like a dark cloud, Zhou Yi uttered lightly. His entire body’s cultivation power surged, the heavy mountain energy stirred to life, and a colossal force erupted, instantly scattering the black smoke.
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