Urban Wolf King

Chapter 1196 1207: Enlightenment

As soon as Elder Si Qin heard that the freak was using his Lifebound Skill, her expression changed, and she rebuked on the spot: "Freak, this Lifebound Skill was obtained by cultivating in the Ink Pool. You actually have the face to use it here?"

The freak snorted coldly and said, "The Ink Pool was nothing but an aid. The one who truly obtained the Lifebound Skill is me. Even without the Ink Pool, I could still refine my Lifebound Skill."

After saying this, the freak ignored Elder Si Qin and instead locked his eyes on Wang Yan.

When he heard it was a Lifebound Skill, Wang Yan's heart unconsciously grew solemn. Back in the Fang Family, Wang Yan had already witnessed Fang Jinchun's Lifebound Skill, the Golden Owl Fist.

If not for Wang Yan using the realm of Unity of Heaven and Man at the very end, he would probably have died under Fang Jinchun's Lifebound Skill.

Now seeing the freak about to use his Lifebound Skill again, Wang Yan's heart was both heavy and somewhat uneasy. He fixated his bright eyes on the freak.

The freak hovered in midair and slowly raised his right hand. His palm closed around empty air as he said slowly, "Lifebound Skill—Desolate Destruction Hammer."

With the freak's words, a massive black hammer suddenly appeared in his palm.

The hammer's shaft was only three feet long, but the hammerhead spanned six feet in all directions.

The enormous hammerhead was covered in black Desolate Mountains, layer upon layer, endless and boundless.

With the appearance of this giant hammer, the earth beneath the freak's feet suddenly sank down, as if it simply could not bear the weight of the Desolate Destruction Hammer.

Standing on the ground, Wang Yan's entire body also dropped slightly with the emergence of the Desolate Destruction Hammer. It was as if several great mountains pressed down on his shoulders at once.

Wang Yan's eyes narrowed; he forced his head up and stared at the Desolate Destruction Hammer in the freak's hand.

Though his eyes saw only a massive black hammerhead, Wang Yan felt that this was not a hammerhead at all, but like the nine towering peaks within Mozi Academy itself.

At this point the Desolate Destruction Hammer had not even been fully unleashed, yet Wang Yan already felt the weight on his shoulders pressing him until he could barely breathe. Once it was truly executed, there would likely be no room to maneuver.

Just then, the freak slowly raised the Desolate Destruction Hammer in his hand and brought it down toward Wang Yan.

"Your potential is indeed great. It's a pity your cultivation is still far too weak. After you die, I'll take the Chaos Bell from you. Rest assured, in my hands the Chaos Bell will definitely shine with dazzling radiance."

With these words, the Desolate Destruction Hammer slowly descended toward Wang Yan.

Wang Yan felt several more mountain peaks slam down on his shoulders. He immediately lost his footing. Although he wanted to use Unity of Heaven and Man to disperse this force—

The power of the Desolate Destruction Hammer was not actual physical weight, but the manifestation of a Soul Skill.

As a result, Wang Yan was completely unable to disperse the pressure on his body.

Wang Yan hurriedly tried to send out the Purple Flame Celestial Thunder to strike the Desolate Destruction Hammer.

But under the crushing force of the Desolate Destruction Hammer, the Power of Demon Patterns in Wang Yan's body circulated extremely slowly, and the Purple Flame Celestial Thunder simply could not fly out of his body.

Gritting his teeth, Wang Yan opened his Starlight Ring. Innumerable Magical Treasures shot out, aiming to strike the Desolate Destruction Hammer.

Yet the moment these Magical Treasures flew out of the Starlight Ring, they were instantly unable to withstand the immense weight of the Desolate Destruction Hammer and were crushed to powder.

At this moment, the Desolate Destruction Hammer had already come closer and closer, almost pressing down on the top of Wang Yan's head.

The ground beneath Wang Yan's feet had already sunk more than half a meter, and Wang Yan himself was nearly at his limit, about to be crushed flat beneath the Desolate Destruction Hammer.

Seeing this, everyone around grew anxious, but under the crushing pressure of the Desolate Destruction Hammer, their movements also slowed.

Even the seven Elders, though they wanted to rush to the arena, moved as if trudging through mire, their actions incomparably sluggish.

At this moment, the freak flickered and said, "Go die."

With that, the Desolate Destruction Hammer pressed down heavily, smashing toward the top of Wang Yan's head.

Everyone instinctively shut their eyes in fright, not daring to look.

But just then, a clear, melodious bell chime suddenly rang out.

Startled, everyone hastily opened their eyes.

They saw Wang Yan still standing there completely unharmed. Suspended in midair above his head was a massive ancient bronze bell.

The Desolate Destruction Hammer that had been about to smash onto Wang Yan's head had been blocked by this great bell, producing that bell chime.

"Chaos Bell!"

Seeing the giant bell above Wang Yan's head, the freak's eyes involuntarily narrowed. He stared fixedly at the Chaos Bell, greed flashing in his gaze.

"So you really did subdue the Chaos Bell. Unfortunately, your cultivation is insufficient. You can't draw out the Chaos Bell's greatest power. Even if I don't kill you today, others will kill you for your treasure. In that case, I might as well be the one to profit."

As he spoke, the freak once more raised the Desolate Destruction Hammer and brought it down toward Wang Yan.

With a loud "wong," the Desolate Destruction Hammer struck the Chaos Bell again and was once more bounced away.

The freak snorted coldly and said, "With that measly cultivation of yours, how could you possibly control the Chaos Bell for long? I'll see how many blows you can endure."

With that, the freak raised the Desolate Destruction Hammer and pounded it against the Chaos Bell again and again.

The buzzing "wong wong" sounds rang out incessantly. With each strike, the Chaos Bell was driven down a short distance by the Desolate Destruction Hammer, drawing ever closer to the top of Wang Yan's head.

Although the Chaos Bell protected Wang Yan's head, as it drew nearer and nearer to him, the enormous rebound force it transmitted grew stronger and stronger. Gradually, Wang Yan could no longer stand and had to sit down cross-legged.

Even sitting, that tremendous rebound force continually crashed down on Wang Yan's head, making his skull buzz and hum, and fresh blood once again trickled from the corner of his mouth.

Seeing this, Elder Si Qin cried out anxiously, "Wang Yan, I'll save you!"

At this point Wang Yan was in extreme danger. Elder Si Qin could no longer care about the freak's threats. She immediately rushed forward and struck at the barrier.

Yet the barrier was exceedingly sturdy. Even under Elder Si Qin's full-power assault, it did not budge in the slightest.

Seeing this, Fang Hong and the others also hurried over and joined forces to attack the barrier.

Under the combined attacks of the seven Elders, the barrier finally began to tremble slightly.

But to truly break this barrier would still take a very long time.

At this moment, Elder Si Qin shouted urgently, "Sun Yukun, there was a reason the Dean wouldn't let you take the Chaos Bell back then. It wasn't at all what you imagined."

The Desolate Destruction Hammer in the freak's hand never paused as he asked coldly, "What reason?"

Elder Si Qin hesitated for a moment and said, "The Dean never told me. You can go ask him yourself."

The freak sneered. "Even now you're still trying to trick me. I won't fall for it."

With that, the freak swung the Desolate Destruction Hammer even faster, hammering it against the Chaos Bell.

Looking back at Wang Yan, he had already reached the brink of collapse. It would not be long before the Desolate Destruction Hammer knocked the Chaos Bell down to the ground.

When that happened, the rebound force would surely shake Wang Yan to death on the spot.

At this time, Wang Yan sat cross-legged on the ground. At first, his face was twisted with pain, and fresh blood continuously flowed from the corner of his mouth.

But after Elder Si Qin spoke those words, the corner of Wang Yan's eye suddenly twitched slightly. A look of sudden understanding appeared on his face, and then the expression of pain from before slowly faded away.