CHAPTER 688: CHAPTER 685: SLAYING THE SABER-TOOTHED TIGER!

Li Chen’s True Yuan flowed like the raging Yellow River, pouring into his right hand.

Immediately, he clenched his fist fiercely, his knuckles cracking loudly, surrounded by thick streaks of lightning.

This Saber-Toothed Tiger was a fourth-level middle stage Demon Beast, already endowed with spiritual wisdom. Seeing Li Chen’s punch, it grew unusually ferocious; its muscles tightened instantly, legs slightly bent, and its head started to draw back.

This wasn’t out of fear, but a preparation for an onslaught, like the sprint before a charge!

Under the dappled sunlight, its sharply unmatched sword teeth glistened chillingly like the scythe of the Death God.

The Saber-Toothed Tiger’s hind paws scratched the ground thrice in quick succession, letting out a furious roar, and then "zila"—it tore through the void in an instant, rushing towards Li Chen with the booming whistle of a missile.

At this moment:

Li Chen’s figure twisted agilely like a dragon, his right hand spiraling weirdly, wrapped with ferocious lightning, fiercely meeting the attack.

"Thunderbolt Fist!"

Thunderbolt Fist, a technique Li Chen had created himself by combining the Vajra Fist from Shaolin 72 Skills and the Five Thunders Heavenly Technique from the Heavenly Master Sect.

It was straightforward and brutally forceful, just like a thunderbolt!

Given his current cultivation, this punch had power comparable to a Tomahawk Cruise Missile launched from a U.S. aircraft carrier. Even a destroyer weighing five to six thousand tons could be sunk instantly by it.

"Boom!"

A loud explosion erupted, and trees and boulders within thousands of meters were utterly obliterated. The rising dust soared into the sky, blocking out the sun.

As the smoke gradually cleared, Li Chen stood tall and unyielding like an ancient pine, still maintaining his punching stance.

But the Saber-Toothed Tiger opposing him was split-eyed, its sharp teeth scattered on the ground, and a fist-sized, horrifyingly bloody hole at the back of its head.

Clearly, it was dead on the spot!

Seeing such an incredible scene, Ling Shuanghua was stunned speechless.

If Li Chen had slain the Saber-Toothed Tiger using a Magical Treasure or Divine Weapon, Ling Shuanghua would have been slightly surprised, but not as discomposed as she was now.

Indeed, not only Li Chen could kill a fourth-level Demon Beast, Heaven’s Chosen Sons like Jian Wuheng from the Heavenly Extreme Immortal Sect could do it too. Even she, if unhurt, could also manage to entangle and kill it.

However, they could only manage to tangle with it, taking advantage of speed, Cultivation Techniques, and treasures, engaging in a drawn-out battle, searching for an opening to deliver a fatal blow.

But for Li Chen to do it like this, without relying on any magical treasures or divine weapons, using merely the brute force of his body, barehanded, and with the most straightforward and brutal method, to directly annihilate a fourth-level Demon Beast comparable in strength to a Golden Core Expert—this was utterly inconceivable.

Even her fiancé, Wu Hen from Heavenly Sword Mountain, might not be able to achieve this, could he?

Although Li Chen had pulverized the Saber-Toothed Tiger with a single punch, he wasn’t completely unscathed.

Fresh blood was already seeping from his right fist. There was also a bloody gash on the back of his hand, exposing stark white bone.

This was the masterpiece left by the Saber-Toothed Tiger’s sharp teeth piercing through Li Chen’s defenses just before its explosive death.

Looking at his injured fist, Li Chen’s brow slightly furrowed.

His punch just now looked very successful.

But the dangers involved, only he himself knew.

If the attack from the Saber-Toothed Tiger had been a bit more powerful, his arm could have been penetrated, and he might have even faced a threat to his life.

A full-force strike from a fourth-level middle stage Demon Beast could break through its own body’s defenses. This indicated that a Golden Core Expert of equal strength still posed a deadly threat to him.

It seems he still needs to tread carefully, not be careless, to avoid overturning the boat in the gutter.

At this moment, Ling Shuanghua came over, looked at Li Chen’s blood-drenched fist, and asked with schadenfreude, "Is your hand injured?"

"Just a minor injury, it’s fine!"

Li Chen flicked his hand, seemingly nonchalant as he spoke.

Ling Shuanghua saw that Li Chen didn’t even deign to look her in the eye, and she clenched her teeth in anger.

"Hey, where’s your sword? Why aren’t you using it?"

The sword she mentioned referred to the Seven-star Dragon Abyss.

After all, the Zhang Ling Sword was merely a mid-grade Spirit Artifact, completely beneath her notice.

"Why use a butcher knife to kill a chicken? It’s just a Saber-Toothed Tiger, one punch is enough!"

Li Chen’s words were light and airy, yet they carried an undertone of showing off. This made Ling Shuanghua, who was always haughty, quite uncomfortable.

"Heh, on whom do you plan to use that sword then?"

As soon as Ling Shuanghua finished speaking, Li Chen’s gaze swept over sharply, landing precisely on the peaks beneath her snowy white neck.

Seeing this, Ling Shuanghua jumped in shock and blurted out, "playboy."

Yet, inside she felt mysteriously excited.

At least Li Chen wasn’t blind; he could recognize her allure.

However, Li Chen’s next remark almost made her spit blood in frustration.

"Your Fairy Bellyband has good defensive power; it’s worth drawing my sword for!"

Ling Shuanghua felt utterly bewildered. What did he mean by the Fairy Bellyband being good enough to draw his sword?

Apparently, his stare was not because he noticed her charm, but rather he seemed intent on ravaging her.

Thinking this, Ling Shuanghua shuddered instinctively, retreating continuously, afraid that Li Chen might actually draw his sword on her.

However, after dropping that baffling statement, Li Chen ignored her and moved straight toward the Saber-Toothed Tiger to get busy.

In fact, his earlier comment was not specifically about Ling Shuanghua’s Fairy Bellyband but rather referred to defensive treasures like it.

Despite the Fairy Bellyband feeling silky smooth and extremely soft, its defensive power was no less than that of the thick-skinned Saber-Toothed Tiger.

Simply put, although Li Chen’s punch could kill the Saber-Toothed Tiger, it might not necessarily break through the defense of the Fairy Bellyband.

Seeing that Li Chen extracted the Demon Core from the Saber-Toothed Tiger and did not stop but proceeded to disembowel the beast, Ling Shuanghua was somewhat astonished.

Unable to contain her curiosity, she stepped forward and asked: "Hey, what are you doing?"

Li Chen didn’t even turn his head, simply replying succinctly: "Barbecuing!"

Ling Shuanghua blurted out: "Barbecuing for what?"

This time, Li Chen turned his head.

However, he looked at Ling Shuanghua as if staring at an idiot.

"Idiot, what do you mean for what? Of course, to eat it!"

"Ah?"

Ling Shuanghua felt her brilliant mind was inadequate, as someone of her status as Heaven’s Chosen Daughter, Saint Heir, never engaged in such vulgar tasks.

Indeed, gentlemen keep away from the kitchen, only the lowly people would personally cook such lowly tasks.

Those of their ilk, even when abroad, would eat pills they carried and drink from mountain springs or Immortal Dew. Only when encountering delicacies would they symbolically partake a bit.

But certainly not in the wilds, always in top-tier taverns in towns.

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It’s cold, typing here chills my paws. Also, had some writer’s block, sorry for the late update!