Chapter 1257: Fang Yu Cultivates

initely to get rid of the Tianhu clan that occupies Beidu.""Starting from Beidu, radiating to other regions, and slowly taking back all our territories."This is Fang Yu's tentative plan for now.Two hu..."

Whoosh..."

Behind the desolation, a mass of black qi slowly rose.

The mass of black qi condensed into the shape of a black dragon, swirling around his body and emanating a suffocating aura.

"Father, Mother... today, I will avenge our Swallowing Dragon lineage! I will prove once more that our Swallowing Dragon lineage is the true ruler of the dragons!"

With a kick of his bare foot, his body shot upwards like a bolt of lightning.

This bullet's speed is incredibly insane!

In almost two seconds, he caught up with Fangyu who had been blasted into the sky.

Hoang raised his right fist, a mass of black energy coalescing on its surface like a dragon's head. He slammed it towards Fang Yu's chest.

"Now, commencing the Ghost King Secret Art, First Form."

Fang Yu opened his left hand.

Because his movements were too stiff and completely missed the timing of Huang's strike, Fang Yu's chest was left wide open.

"Bang!"

Fang Yu's chest was struck by the forceful punch, emitting a dull thud as he flew upward.

Arou continued to follow, reaching out a hand to grab Fang Yu's head.

"Second Form of the Ghost King's Secret Techniques…"

At this moment, Fang Yu suddenly rolled over and hooked his right foot.

However, the move was still too slow, and... it also didn't match up with Hōra's attack.

"You lowly humans, I will make you wish you were dead." A sneer played on Ao's face as he grabbed Fang Yu's head in his right hand and then slammed his forehead into Fang Yu's with a brutal force!

"Bang!"

With that, the two skulls collided heavily.

"..." "

The impact caused the indentation on Ao's forehead directly.

...while Fang Yu on the other hand ... didn't see much of a change.

A guttural roar erupted from his throat, his eyes fixed on Fang Yu, wide with astonishment, red light flaring within them.

"This is what you brought upon yourself. You had to compare your skull hardness with mine, didn't you" Fang Yu said.

"Kill me!"

Huo Kuang roared, extending both hands simultaneously, condensing a mass of black qi, and slammed it towards Fang Yu's chest.

“Ghost King’s Secret Technique, Third Form…” Fang Yu turned around, exposing his back to Huang.

"Boom!"

With a dull thud, Fang Yu's body flew forward.

For three consecutive rounds, Fang Yu performed the techniques outlined in the Ghost King Secret Manual, completely ignoring Huang's attacks.

This is also a helpless measure for him.

The Thirty-Seven Forms of the Ghost King's Secret Art look more like a process of cultivating internal energy step by step, rather than an actual martial art.

And the true martial arts, is to meet force with force based on your opponent's attack, being quite flexible.

But according to the last sentence of the Ghost King's Secret Method, Fang Yu could only do as he was told.

Only when all thirty-seven techniques are fully utilized in actual combat can one achieve great mastery.

“No wonder at the beginning of the Ghost King's Secret Art, it said that throughout history, only the Ghost King himself was able to cultivate this set of secret art..." Fang Yu muttered, "Now it seems, to use the thirty-seven styles of the Ghost King's Secret Art in actual combat... It's equivalent to suicide. Who can cultivate it"

“This martial art... is quite similar to the Overlord Palm.”

"Whoosh!"

When Fang Yu was still thinking, Huang charged up and continued to attack Fang Yu.

While Fang Yu continued to perform the Ghost King Secret Technique step by step.

Every action, Fang Yu strives to achieve perfection.

At the same time, he was also being beaten up.

Every time Ahou attacked, Fang Yu couldn't dodge. His body was pounded with a resounding boom.

Even Fang Yu, after consecutive strikes, could feel a slight pain in his flesh.

The power of the wild, it is clear, has already reached the peak of all living things.

"The long-lost pain... isn't bad either." Fang Yu thought to himself.

He was still calmly performing the Ghost King's secret technique.

……

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

In the high sky, there were bursts of terrifying explosions.

Red Lotus looked up at this scene, her heart clenching.

She had no idea what kind of ghost king technique Fang Yu was practicing. She only saw Fang Yu being beaten one-sidedly!

It seems like there isn't even a hint of resistance, just being crushed completely!

The Scarlet Lotus has fought Fang Yu before... She knows how powerful Fang Yu is.

However, the current situation... is one-sided!

This can only mean that the strength of Hou is beyond even Crimson Lotus's imagination!

Seeing Fang Yu being beaten, his body emitting bursts of sound, Honglian's body trembled.

She gritted her teeth, fists clenched, a fiery determination blazing back in her eyes.

But when she wanted to leave, she felt like her body was falling apart and she couldn't muster any strength.

"Damn it!"

……

"The Twenty-Third Form of the Ghost King's Secret Technique…"

Fang Yu was still being beaten, but at the same time... the Ghost King's secret technique was still being cast.

“Is that all you’ve got! It’s a disgrace that the Shenlong Primordial chose someone like you, a mere human! ” Huo roared as he attacked, “Didn’t you just say you would use human power to defeat me”

"Hahaha... The strength of the human race, before our Swallowing Dragon lineage, is like the power of an ant!"

"Can you hurt me You can't even touch me!"

Huāng's attacks, each one more powerful than the last.

Tens of thousands of years of hatred, wanting to completely release... This is far from enough!

He wanted to slowly torture Fang Yu to death, smashing this lowly human chosen by the Dragon's Origin into a paste!

...Bang bang bang...

A black mist emanated from Ao's body, and his punches were as swift as lightning.

In this process, if it weren't for Fang Yu's fleshly body being sufficiently extraordinary, he would probably have been unable to hold on.

"The Thirty-first Form of the Ghost King's Secret Technique…"

"The Thirty-Second Form of the Ghost King's Secret Art..."

"Ghost King Secret Technique Thirty-Fifth Style…"

Finally, Fang Yu has performed the last two forms of the Ghost King Secret Art!

"If it doesn't work..."

Fang Yu thought for a moment, if this Ghost King Secret Technique really didn't work, there was nothing he could do.

The Ghost King's tombstone has vanished, so he naturally can't find the Ghost King again.Great King, and even those Supremes of the ancient races, will reward us immensely!" An esteemed creature beside him exclaimed excitedly."Black General, let us strike together and cut off the head of...