The renowned King of Undergarments Chapter 68: Collecting Interest First, Annihilation with a Single Palm!

At first, when he heard Luo Twelve’s words, Fang Wuhen scoffed with disdain.

You’re in the Tribulation Crossing Realm too?

What, are you planning to break through right here on the spot?

Ha, what a joke!

Does he think the barrier between the Dao Seeking Realm and the Tribulation Crossing Realm is as thin as a sheet of paper, something you can casually pierce through at will?

But before he could voice his ridicule, Fang Wuhen suddenly sensed a powerful surge of energy erupting from Luo Twelve.

A familiar aura.

A breakthrough!

Luo Twelve was breaking through!

Fang Wuhen’s eyes widened instantly, his face plastered with disbelief.

This guy… is actually breaking through right now!?

How could this be? How is this possible!?

Fang Wuhen’s heart was filled with a thousand reasons not to believe. Someone stuck at the peak of the Dao Seeking Realm, whose very life was nearly at its end from stagnation—how could such a person break through just because he willed it?

Or… had he always been suppressing his strength, feigning weakness before others?

All sorts of thoughts flashed madly through Fang Wuhen’s mind at that moment.

But no matter which one, he couldn’t believe it.

Or, more precisely, he simply refused to believe it.

He could not accept that Luo Twelve possessed such immense willpower and talent, someone several times his superior.

When they were in the same realm, he himself was always weaker in personal combat. How could Luo Twelve surpass him in other aspects as well?

It must be some forbidden elixir, or a taboo method forcibly elevating his cultivation!

Yes! That had to be it!

The Supreme Qi-Drawing Sect had nearly a hundred thousand years of heritage—of course they’d have ways to respond to crises. Such a means of forcibly raising one’s cultivation must come with tremendous side effects!

Unwilling to believe in Luo Twelve’s innate talent, Fang Wuhen grudgingly convinced himself of this speculation.

Yet as time passed, Luo Twelve’s aura grew stronger and stronger, and in the blink of an eye, he advanced from the early Tribulation Crossing Realm to its middle stage. Fang Wuhen no longer had to force himself to believe—he was utterly convinced by his own guess!

Still, he couldn’t help but feel a tinge of shock.

To allow a peak Dao Seeking cultivator to forcibly break through to the Tribulation Crossing Realm, and not just one, but two small realms in quick succession, reaching the middle Tribulation Crossing Realm…

Such a method, Fang Wuhen admitted, was something their Hidden Night Sanctuary utterly lacked and could never hope to replicate.

The foundation of the Supreme Qi-Drawing Sect was indeed extraordinary!

If only we could absorb them, the Hidden Night Sanctuary’s strength would soar to new heights!

As these thoughts swirled, Fang Wuhen’s face broke into an excited grin.

But it didn’t last long. Soon, his smile froze.

In his senses, Luo Twelve’s surging aura hadn’t stopped elevating—instead, it continued to rise!

Was he about to step directly into the peak of the Tribulation Crossing Realm?

Fang Wuhen’s eyes bulged, his mouth hung open in shock.

This was no mere surprise—it was utter astonishment, so much so that his mind stalled for a moment.

From the peak of the Dao Seeking Realm to the peak of the Tribulation Crossing Realm.

An entire great realm!

Moreover, this was even more difficult to cross than the leap from the Qi Refining Realm to the Dao Seeking Realm.

Such a feat was simply unheard of.

Yet here and now, a living example was unfolding before his very eyes!

What kind of method was this? It was terrifying beyond imagination!

Fang Wuhen could scarcely comprehend it.

Once he recovered his senses, his expression grew grave.

If just one technique was so formidable, who could say what other terrifying trump cards Luo Twelve might be hiding?

Fang Wuhen knew that, with merely his newly attained Tribulation Crossing Realm, there was no way he could absorb the Supreme Qi-Drawing Sect now.

He had to contact the Sanctuary at once!

In fact, if their reinforcements were even a little slow to arrive, he might not survive this day!

Glancing at Luo Twelve, whose aura raged and towered with terrifying might, Fang Wuhen quietly swallowed hard, hurriedly took out his communication talisman, and contacted the Lord of Hidden Night Sanctuary.

Only after reporting everything that had transpired did Fang Wuhen finally let out a small sigh of relief.

He put away the talisman and ordered everyone to retreat a hundred miles.

He himself also withdrew to a hundred-mile distance.

Once he was settled, he looked again at Luo Twelve within the sect’s protective array.

By now, Luo Twelve’s aura had stabilized securely at the peak of the Tribulation Crossing Realm.

Seeing this, Fang Wuhen found it impossible to calm his heart.

Nor could the disciples of the Supreme Qi-Drawing Sect.

At first, seeing Fang Wuhen leading the people of Hidden Night Sanctuary with such aggression—especially when they heard that their sect was to be subdued, or destroyed if they refused—many of them couldn’t help but fall into terror.

They knew their own strength.

Though they had plenty of cultivation resources in ordinary times, the sect’s true top-tier power was far too scarce.

In truth, the only one who could truly fight was the Sect Master himself.

Without him, the Supreme Qi-Drawing Sect would not even count as a second-rate force.

With enemies now eyeing them, how could they not be anxious?

Many felt as if the end of the world had come.

Until they witnessed their Sect Master’s cultivation soaring.

Though their own strengths were meager, even they could see he was breaking through.

The Tribulation Crossing Realm!

The Sect Master had broken through!

Doing so at this moment not only intimidated Fang Wuhen and the others from Hidden Night Sanctuary, but also greatly uplifted their own spirits.

Watching from afar, Luo Xingchen nodded repeatedly.

Whether Luo Twelve was truly provoked into breaking through or had some other reason, it was perfectly timed.

Not long after reaching the peak of the Tribulation Crossing Realm, Luo Twelve’s aura gradually subsided.

Soon, it was fully withdrawn, the earlier imposing might now completely gone.

But by now, no one dared to underestimate him.

Luo Twelve let out a hearty laugh, stepped forward, and walked out from within the protective array.

In the next instant, he soared into the sky.

From a hundred miles away, his gaze locked onto Fang Wuhen.

“Fang Wuhen, why are you running? Weren’t you so arrogant just now?”

“Now I’ve stepped out from the formation. Why are you so far away? Come on, come and crush me if you dare!”

His voice, infused with spiritual power, boomed across hundreds of miles.

At these words, Fang Wuhen reflexively retorted, “If you have the guts, come—”

Swoosh!

Before he finished, Luo Twelve vanished on the spot.

The next moment, he appeared right in front of Fang Wuhen.

“I’m here now. What can you do to me?”

Luo Twelve smiled mockingly at Fang Wuhen.

“Going to crush me, are you? Come on, I’m standing right here. Let’s see if you can even scratch me!”

With great power came great confidence.

No longer worried about anything, Luo Twelve began to show off.

Fang Wuhen forced himself to stay composed.

“Luo Twelve, don’t think I don’t know—you used some forbidden technique, or perhaps a secret art. That’s the only way you could leap from the peak of the Dao Seeking Realm straight to the peak of the Tribulation Crossing Realm!”

His face was the picture of someone who had seen through everything.

“I admit, your method is impressive, but I also believe that such a forceful and dramatic rise in cultivation… must come with serious side effects, right?”

Seeing Luo Twelve unmoved, Fang Wuhen grew more confident as he spoke.

“Let me guess; I don’t know how long you can maintain the peak Tribulation Crossing Realm, but when the time comes, will you lose all your cultivation, or die on the spot?”

“I imagine the latter is more likely, wouldn’t you say?”

When he finished, Fang Wuhen fixed Luo Twelve with a piercing stare, hoping to catch any hint of panic—any sign his secret had been exposed.

But to his disappointment, Luo Twelve showed not the slightest hint of alarm. Instead, he laughed, and the look in his eyes made Fang Wuhen feel like nothing more than a clown.

Fang Wuhen seethed inside, but dared not say anything too excessive, lest Luo Twelve strike him dead on the spot.

At the Upper Three Realms, even a small gap in cultivation was a chasm that could not be bridged by words alone.

Now, his only recourse was to stall for time!

Delay until the effects of the secret art wore off.

By then, even if Luo Twelve survived, he would be gravely injured, and the Supreme Qi-Drawing Sect would be a lamb waiting for slaughter.

Naturally, Luo Twelve saw through his ploy with ease.

“The Ancestor was right—summer insects cannot speak of ice, nor can well frogs discuss the sea.”

Luo Twelve’s face was thick with scorn as he looked at Fang Wuhen.

“As a frog at the bottom of the well in the Hidden Night Sanctuary, it’s only natural you know nothing of supreme arts.”

Although Luo Twelve had only just learned of the Boundary-Breaking Pill from Ancestor Luo Xingchen, that did not stop him from showing off now.

“You’re just trying to buy time, waiting for reinforcements. Very well, I’ll give you the chance to broaden your horizons, frog that you are!”

Luo Twelve was supremely confident that, no matter how many came from Hidden Night Sanctuary, he could keep them all here with his current strength.

“And since you were so arrogant outside just now, even attacking our protective array, it’s only fair that I collect a little interest first, isn’t it?”

As his words fell, Luo Twelve didn’t wait for Fang Wuhen to respond. He raised his palm toward the thousands of Hidden Night Sanctuary disciples behind him.

Boom!

With his gesture, a massive handprint condensed instantly in the sky, crashing down with earth-shattering might.

Fang Wuhen and all the Hidden Night Sanctuary disciples were engulfed by the terrifying palm.

The assault was overwhelming!

Fang Wuhen barely had time to react before the giant hand landed.

Boom!!!

A deafening roar shook the heavens and the earth, accompanied by a violent quake and billowing clouds of dust that filled the sky.

The dense smoke and dust lingered for a long while.

When it finally cleared, a scene of utter devastation was revealed.

A massive palm print was stamped into the earth, several fathoms deep.

From within the deep pit, a single figure suddenly burst forth.

Fang Wuhen!

Under that terrifying strike, he alone survived; the thousands of Hidden Night Sanctuary disciples were utterly annihilated.

Though Fang Wuhen lived, he was utterly wretched—his body caked with dust and blood, his clothes in tatters, looking every bit the beggar.

Suspended in midair, his gaze at Luo Twelve was a mix of shock and fury.