Not far away, Ding Fan had already unleashed Divine Vigor and Divine Sense, completely enveloping himself, separating from the Elder's golden space. Ding Fan's Divine Sense saw the Elder's attack at that moment and felt some shock in his heart, realizing that the Elder's strength was not weak.

At this moment, Ding Fan was sitting cross-legged on a branch of a giant tree, the dense leaves providing excellent cover. A sliver of a playful smile appeared on Ding Fan's face as he thought to himself that the conclusion between the two was near, and he would enter the scene soon.

...

The fat man was watching the Elder, whose previous despair seemed forcibly rescued. The Elder had gained the upper hand; if he could kill the muscular man, the fat man would be completely safe. He finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The fat man didn't expect Elder Zhao, who had been at a disadvantage, to regain the upper hand. It was an exhilarating event, yet it bred more anxiety. The muscular man across looked tough to deal with, unaware if Elder Zhao could kill him…

Boom boom boom…

The Elder's palm techniques were astounding, reverberating throughout the jungle. The Elder was not relaxed by any means, seeing this as his only opportunity. If the opponent regained True Qi, he truly feared being unable to withstand the opponent's strikes.

The Elder had previously faced the opponent's Fist Technique, sustaining some inner injuries, but luckily nothing severe. Yet, if he endured another round of attacks, he feared he couldn't hold on. The opponent had just taken a Medicine Pill, with the effects yet to manifest. The Elder was unsure what kind of Medicine Pill it was and couldn't predict when the effects would surface. All he could do now was exert his full strength to kill the opponent at the fastest speed!

Giving no chance to breathe!

The muscular man's tall stature was severely injured at this point, swinging his arms with difficulty. Only with more time would his True Qi recover, but the opponent pressed too hard, leaving him no chance to catch his breath.

Boom boom boom…

The muscular man swung his arms, desperately defending against the Elder's palm techniques. Being within the Elder's aura, he felt a significant reduction in both his movements and strength.

Moreover, the opponent's palm technique was formidable. The flame transforming from True Qi burned various parts of the muscular man's arms. Despite this, he resisted the palm technique with full effort, knowing the power of the strike shouldn't be underestimated. If not for triggering the Great Strength Technique, enhancing his strength severalfold, he might have fallen under the opponent's palm.

Yet, the muscular man knew the opponent's palm couldn't compare to the Great Strength Technique at its peak. Consumption was too high, and his True Qi was nearly depleted. If he could exert the Great Strength Technique from the start, he felt confident in defeating the opponent, even with their current strength.

The muscular man did not abandon hope; he too awaited a chance. He sensed the Medicine Pill's effect within, slowly restoring his True Qi, though sluggishly. Given a little more time, his True Qi would reach peak levels.

After all, this was a Seventh Grade Advanced Medicine Pill, meant to restore True Qi to peak levels, making killing the opponent no issue.

The muscular man couldn't help but flash a sinister smile, which quickly turned to an exhausted expression.

Though victory was near with brief patience, the question was whether he could last until then. The Elder's attack intensified, while his arms were badly wounded, leaving uncertainty in resisting.

"Great Compassion Palm!"

The Elder shouted fiercely. Suddenly, his palm formed an illusory shadow, growing larger before surging fiercely towards the muscular man after gathering momentum.

Rumble!

The giant palm shadow of the Elder roared at the muscular man, scattering sand and stones, trees collapsing in its wake, dust obscuring sight, leaving only the sound of a massive impact.

The Elder regarded the Great Compassion Palm as his proudest cultivation technique, rarely used, but never had anyone survived it. Being at the Soulless stage made it powerful in both cultivation technique and True Qi, beyond ordinary strength. Even the muscular man, despite being at the Soulless stage, couldn't fend off the move.

"Heh! The gap is the gap, no matter how powerful the cultivation technique you use, you still won't be my opponent! Mister Xiu, we can leave now."

At this moment, the elder was feeling very smug, and even immediately turned around to speak proudly to the muscular man on the ground, who was quite frightened.

The elder knew in his heart that the muscular man was already at his weakest moment before, and that his carefully prepared Great Compassion Palm was obviously overwhelming in power. It didn't matter if it was a cultivator in the distraction period; even a transcendance tribulation stage cultivator would likely not benefit from this move.

"Elder Zhao is indeed worthy of being a distraction period cultivator, truly impressive! How could that ignorant fellow possibly be Elder Zhao's opponent? ... Hey hey hey, what's that!"

At this time, the fat man heard the elder's words and couldn't help but flatter Elder Zhao several times, but before he could finish speaking, he suddenly noticed something abruptly charging towards him from the dust cloud, and couldn't help but exclaim in terror.

Ha!

The elder witnessed the fat man's antics and swiftly turned to look, but it was already too late. The muscular man, looking bloody and mangled, punched fiercely towards the elder, with an expression of anger and exhausted pain. The elder was shocked at the scene, never expecting the muscular man to survive his Great Compassion Palm, it was simply unbelievable!

What shocked the elder even more was that his opponent's fist was already whistling towards him. It was too late to dodge, so he abruptly raised his hand, doing his best to defend against the punch. Although startled, the elder was not greatly afraid.

Even though the opponent's fist had already struck him, it posed little threat due to the damage inflicted by the Great Compassion Palm. However, as the blood-soaked fist met the elder's palm, in that instant...

The elder realized he was wrong! His opponent's fist was not a dying man's punch; it charged towards him like a mountain falling. Since he was already too late to defend completely, he barely managed to parry. With the added surprise and underestimating his opponent, he didn't exert much force at all.

Boom!

A muffled sound; amidst it, the elder was sent flying backward, and the arm he used to defend was completely deformed and broken. Even his shoulder was severely deformed, collapsed inward. With a look of agony, the elder was slammed into a large rock, embedding deeply into it. He fainted on the spot, and his body went limp, sliding from the rock, lying motionless on the ground, barely breathing...

At this moment, the fat man, witnessing the scene, was utterly shocked. Just a moment ago, Elder Zhao seemed confident, telling him they could leave, but now Zhao's life was hanging by a thread. The fat man's body trembled violently, and fear filled his eyes as he gazed at the blood-drenched muscular man, akin to facing the Grim Reaper.

The muscular man was covered in blood, yet one eye remained visible, filled with resolve, even a hint of pride. Looking at the unconscious elder, he felt quite proud himself for ultimately defeating his opponent. With that, the muscular man glanced disdainfully at the fat man.

Despite his staggering steps towards the fat man, the muscular man's injuries were clearly severe. The elder's Great Compassion Palm had inflicted fatal damage, but fortunately, the medicine pill he took had begun taking effect during the elder's power build-up. Though his true qi hadn't reached peak levels, it had largely recovered.

What surprised muscular Annie was the severe injuries he still sustained from the elder's Great Compassion Palm. However, now that the elder was unconscious, capturing the fat merchant's head was certainly no trouble.

Watching the muscular man's staggered advance, the fat man was gripped with terror, eager to flee, yet his shaking body terribly resistant to movement. Sweat trickled down his face looking terribly distressing, aware of what was next.

"Don't kill me, I'll give you spirit stones. As many as you want, I'll give them all to you! Really! I have plenty of spirit stones, I can give them all to you, just don't kill me... please don't kill me..."

The fat man on the ground pleaded desperately, filled with fear as the muscular man continued approaching. He seemed to have never used so much effort before, moving his leg finally, but as he took one backward step, he stumbled backward, looking at the muscular man drawing closer. Utter despair filled his heart...

"Spirit stones may mean a lot to me, but your head means much more!"

With a sinister grin and taunting eyes, the muscular man spoke to the fat man. But just as he moved to act, a sudden voice emerged behind him.

"His life means a lot to me too!"

Hearing the voice, the muscular man felt a jolt, even his bleeding stopped. He hadn't noticed someone behind him, unbelievable!