Chapter Fifty-One: Iron Sand Palm Reaches Its Pinnacle, the Foe’s Leader Flees!

"Half-step Grandmaster..."
"Is that all?"
Bai Xuan's voice was low and hoarse.
The power behind that fist mark was immense, but it couldn't break through his bronze skin. In terms of raw strength, Yuan Mo was still weaker than him, possessing at most a force of ten thousand catties!
Before his words even faded, Bai Xuan lunged forward; in a flash, he crossed several meters, his palm slashing down!
That hand was pale and slender, the five fingers closing together, seemingly devoid of any destructive power, yet the air exploded beneath it, a thunderous roar rising!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Yuan Mo threw out both fists in succession, each punch summoning a mark of pure blood energy, radiant and tangible, capable of shattering all obstacles. Yet now, struck by that pale palm, the marks were shaken apart, forcing him to retreat again and again.
Clang!
Bai Xuan’s pale palm was terrifyingly hard. Beneath the skin, faint blue scales shimmered, deep and indelible as an idol, as if nothing could erase them.
With bronze skin perfected, his defense rivaled that of sacred armors; the force of blood and energy, solidified into form, could not harm him, neutralizing the most formidable techniques of a half-step Grandmaster.
In the blink of an eye, the two figures darted across the battlefield, wherever they passed, the ground split open, trees shattered and were hurled aside!
"How can he be this tough?"
Yuan Mo was aghast. He unleashed fist mark after fist mark, his blood and energy surging, but he could not breach the opponent's double palms!
Indeed, if he possessed the strength of a hundred thousand catties, even Bai Xuan’s current iron-bone stage might have struggled.
Unfortunately, his strength was lacking. Relying on fist marks alone, he was stopped short at the perfected bronze skin!
Yuan Mo’s agility was impressive. Each step sought to shift his form and suppress his foe, but Bai Xuan, like a tiger roaming the mountains, was equally swift—impossible to restrain in the slightest!
To those watching…
"Terrifying."
Zhao Yan was locked in combat, beheading a follower of the Sea God Cult. Glancing over, he felt his heart quiver.
The two figures moved so fast they were nearly invisible; each punch and kick made the ground tremble. Suddenly, they crashed into a storage house, only to burst out the other side, wood splinters flying as the building slowly collapsed!
In the blink of an eye, they battled from one end of the manor to the other.
Earlier, when Yuan Mo acted alone, it was a one-sided slaughter; it was hard to fathom how terrifying his strength truly was. Only now, in the clash of equals, did fear grip the hearts of all who watched.
Elsewhere—
"It’s him!"
Zhao Yuancheng drove back a fierce enemy with a single stroke, then held his breath, eyes wide with shock.
He was overwhelmed; words could not describe it!
"The Whale Hunter! So his strength has reached such heights!"
Though he had already overestimated Bai Xuan’s power, seeing it now, he realized his guess was still too modest.

"If he wins, we can take this battle. Victory or defeat rests entirely on the Whale Hunter’s shoulders."
Hope kindled in Zhao Yuancheng’s heart.
Among those who had broken through three times in blood and energy, the officials held the upper hand. As long as the Whale Hunter defeated Yuan Mo, the outcome would be sealed!
Just then—
"Shark Duel!"
Bai Xuan struck with a palm, dispersing the fist mark, and suddenly his eyes sharpened, a fierce, indomitable aura erupting from him—taking the form of an invisible spear, piercing Yuan Mo’s skull!
"Ugh!"
Yuan Mo was struck, his body freezing mid-motion. The tentacles on his face writhed madly, as if he had taken a heavy blow.
In the next instant, Bai Xuan’s pale hand displayed a double vortex of force as he struck again!
Yuan Mo, unable to match him, hastily summoned a fist mark in defense, but felt a terrifying power crash into him—he was hurled seven or eight meters back, bones creaking, feet gouging deep furrows in the earth!
Spurt!
A dull ache rose in his chest, and blood gushed from his mouth!
"This is bad—his methods are bizarre. I am no match for him."
Yuan Mo was alarmed.
That aura, once unleashed, was like a long spear thrusting through him; the palm force must have reached forty thousand catties. His own scattered fist mark could not withstand it—he could barely endure!
His fist marks could not even breach the opponent’s skin—how was he supposed to fight?
"Sea God’s Protection!"
Yuan Mo roared, blood surging faster through his veins. Sensing mortal danger, he turned and ran, employing his footwork to its limit, becoming a blur of afterimages, retreating at blazing speed!
Faced with overwhelming power, he chose decisively—no wonder he had survived to such an age.
"You cannot escape!"
Bai Xuan lunged like a tiger, crossing more than ten meters in an instant, closing in!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Several Sea God cultists tried to stand between him and Yuan Mo, but with a single charge, they were blasted into clouds of blood!
In a flash—
The two figures vanished from the battlefield, leaving both sides in stunned terror. Amidst the clashing blades and mutual slaughter, their duel made all else seem trivial, almost laughable!
"What a terrifying master!"
Nearby, a scholar-general was roused to excitement.
"Indeed, he must also be a half-step Grandmaster—but by some means, he’s hidden his palm imprint beneath the skin."
"Every palm he strikes is the ultimate control of blood and energy—complete domination. How could Yuan Mo possibly resist?"
"The Sea God Cult has acted against the tide, only to be crushed by an invincible elder!"

Joy flooded his heart; victory was certain. Without Yuan Mo, the remaining cultists could not withstand the government troops!
"Kill them all!"
The soldiers roared, charging into the fray!
…
Meanwhile—
By the sea cliffs.
The old monk Yuan Mo moved with incredible speed, like a galloping horse, racing through the mountains, his form constantly flickering. To the untrained eye, he was but a blur, impossible to distinguish.
"Trying to run?"
Bai Xuan pursued relentlessly from behind.
With every step, he bounded like a tiger leaping through the mountains—or perhaps more like a giant shark closing in on its prey.
Swish! Swish! Swish!
In a single breath, he crossed fifty meters!
"You cannot catch me! What grudge lies between us, truly? If there is none, I am willing to offer you my life’s wealth—please, show mercy! Why must you be so ruthless?"
Yuan Mo’s voice drifted back.
At this moment, he was using the Sea God Cult’s protection technique, accelerating his blood flow to ever greater speeds!
This protection technique was a reckless, explosive art—should the blood flow reach a certain threshold, it could cause the body to rupture and die.
But before that, Yuan Mo’s speed was terrifying. Even with Bai Xuan’s current mastery of the Tiger’s Pounce, merged with much of the Shark Duel’s essence, he could not close the gap, only watch as the distance slowly widened.
The wind howled!
Yuan Mo fled desperately, his form a mere afterimage, leaving behind a rippling trail in the air like a river’s current, whipping up violent gusts and widening the gap between him and Bai Xuan.
"With the Sea God’s blessing—if only I had broken through sooner and had time to build my strength, how could I have been chased to this state?"
Though his words were respectful, inwardly, the old monk was seething.
Every breakthrough in blood and energy brought a period of rapid growth; after condensing blood and energy at the half-step Grandmaster level, one could seize the chance to reforged the entire body.
The most formidable method for this was the Sea God Cult’s ‘Abyssal Body Forging Technique’!
If Yuan Mo had been given a few months to retrain his body with this art, his strength would have soared—how could Bai Xuan have crushed him so easily?
"Damn it! This disaster struck without warning. The planned island poisons, arson, and tactics a few days from now are all ruined. The cult will surely punish me… Curse it! When I solidify my body, I’ll return and wipe out this man and his entire clan!"
Rage boiled in Yuan Mo’s heart.
By now, the two had raced far away, leaving the manor behind. In less than half an hour, they had covered forty li!
Such speed was beyond even galloping horses—only martial masters could achieve such breathtaking swiftness!