Chapter 976: Give Me Your Spirit, Not Your Crap!

Boom!

The sky above Xu Que collapsed. Massive surges of Taoist Connotation whistled in the wind; a gigantic fist glistening in gold appeared from thin air. The attack before this was just a test for Xu Que, costing him only 5,000 Acting Tough points. This time around, however, Xu Que gave his all. He punched out a King of Tough-Acting Fist worth 40,000 Acting Tough points!

That King of Tough-Acting Fist will have reduced effects on the people of Taijin Continent. However, toward spells and cultivators, it becomes a potent skill that can destroy even those at the Great Vehicle stage.

"Stop!" The voice of an old lady scolded furiously from above. The prowess of Xu Que's fist has exceeded her imagination.

"Shut up!" Xu Que bellowed as he raised his arm and punched the air.

You must be kidding!

They mentioned that they were heavily injured. How could Xu Que let go of this golden opportunity?"

Did they really take him as a fool?

Boom!

The golden fist instantly rocketed toward the sky like a rocket shuttle. It ignited a deafening explosion as it went for the top of the tower, with an overwhelming Taoist Connotation and explosive power.

"Buttface! Are you done crapping?" Not forgetting Buttface, he asked.

"Ah...almost...it's almost finished." Buttface appeared stressed from his attempts to defecate, and he spoke with much difficulty. When Xu Que turned to look at him, he saw a ton of black, steaming, and foul-smelling stools underneath his buttocks.

"Ugh!" Xu Que cringed in disgust as he covered his nose and turned to the sky for fresh air.

The shadow of the Tough-Acting Fist was nearing the top of the tower. The old lady hid inside, helpless. Outside the tower's roof was a layer of a defensive spell. It was powerful indeed, almost nearing the existence of the Ancient Scary Array. At this moment, however, when faced with Xu Que's formidable fist, it was nothing.

Boom!

The golden fist crashed into the top of the tower as it broke through the defensive spell. The explosion was deafening, leaving nothing but ruins in its way. The spell fell apart like an invisible glass shattered into pieces in mid-air. It disintegrated into thin air. The fist had not yet disappeared and it continued to push onward, with an overwhelming desire to kill as it charged.

Thud!

The top floor lost its last line of spell protection, torn apart by the golden fist. Within the dust and ruins, a grey-haired lady finally showed herself.

"Give me your spirit!" Xu Que's eyes sparkled as he yelled. The fist then picked up more speed as it went for the old lady.

Woof! At the same time, Buttface jumped up in shock and exclaimed, as his poop started to go back inside him.

"Dude, what are you doing!?" Buttface demanded furiously.

"Huh? What?" Distracted, Xu Que turned to look at Buttface.

"Why do you have to rush me! My poop was halfway out, and it went back in because I was startled by you!"

"Bloody hell! Since when did I rush you?" Xu Que was enraged.

Buttface retorted, "Are you kidding. You did rush me just now, asking me to give you my sh*t! It was not out yet! How can I possibly give it to you?"

"Are you an idiot? I said I wanted her spirit!" Xu Que was speechless, and he was suppressing the urge to beat up Buttface.

Buttface was stunned. "What?"

"...."

Xu Que was disgusted by Buttface and almost went up to hit him.

.....

Boom!

At this time, a muffled explosion roared in the skies.

Xu Que snapped his head around to see what was happening. To his surprise, the old lady had managed to take on the King of Tough-Acting Fist. Between her palms shone a bright red glow, which transformed into a massive True Core Strength of the Fire Element. It contained the fist, pushing it back.

The clash of the red and gold eventually exploded in the air, forming a nebula that lit up the skies. The old lady ejected miles away from the impact. She then fell from the skies, her pale silver hair fluttering in the wind. While she was indeed powerful, facing a formidable enemy like Xu Que had put her at a disadvantage even before her fight started.

Xu Que prepared to charge up another attack, aiming to end her with this opportunity. However, a ray of brilliance suddenly exploded from the old lady as a paralyzing aura swept through the place, sending chills down everyone's spines.

Boom!

Xu Que felt as if he had missed a breath, and a heavy pressure fell on his shoulders. He felt almost pinned down by her pressure outburst.

"Crap!" Buttface cursed as he accidentally defecated that piece of shit that was giving him a hard time. It was piping hot. "She is an Immortal Cultivator! Run everyone! Run!" He screamed in fear as he fled, forgetting his sizzling dump as he scurried along.

Xu Que was stunned, his eyes wide with horror. Never did he imagine that this old hag was indeed an Immortal Cultivator. She was an existence more formidable than all his past opponents, the strongest opponent he had ever met!

It is impossible to fake this energy, and she belonged to a realm more powerful and sophisticated than Lord Zeng or the Emperor of the Xuanzhen Continent!

"Is this the true prowess of an Immortal Cultivator?" Xu Que looked at her with silent shock, his gaze fixed on the figure in the air.

The power of Immortal Cultivators lies not in spells, but in their Taoist Connotation.

Tao is intangible. It is a form of telekinesis, but nobody can refute its existence.

The beautiful Elder Yu of the Dong family was almost as powerful as a true Immortal Cultivator. However, she could never be as powerful as the real deal, as she was lacking in her physical strength and fighting skills. She might not even beat Xu Que in a fight.

However, the one standing before Xu Que was a true Immortal Cultivator!

While she was heavily wounded, she could still take on Xu Que's highly charged fist worth 40,000 Acting Tough Points. With her Taoist Connotation, she still managed to pin Xu Que down, leaving him vulnerable to attacks.

What bad luck! To meet a real Immortal Cultivator! Xu Que thought to himself as he summoned all of his Beast Soul Bags from the System. Since he had already provoked the other party, he cannot linger. He must make the first move before the other party could react.

"Young man, do you still intend to fight?" The old lady landed swiftly onto the ground as she stared at Xu Que coldly.

"Crap talk! Of course!" Xu Que said bluntly as he prepared to unleash the Heaven-Devouring Demonic Mosquitoes, his final trump card.

However, the old lady waved her hands and stopped him, "Wait, I won't kill you; you don't have to fight to your death!"

"Hmm?" Xu Que was surprised and was a little speechless.

The usual powerhouses would have been furious from embarrassment. At times like this, they would be prepared to fight to their deaths. However, the old lady acted differently and, to Xu Que, this was beyond bizarre. Maybe she wanted a truce because she was heavily injured?

Crap! I am going to hit gold!

If I don't exploit you when you are vulnerable and weak, how can I live up to my name as the most handsome man of all time?