Pointing his rear at me? That's supposed to mean surrender without resistance? Harmless?
Don't think I'll let you off just because you're sticking your butt out, you damn thief! I'll still beat you until even your mother wouldn't recognize you. You dared to steal Grandfather Hai's Qiankun Bag—if I don't smash you to death, how could I ever show my face in these waters again?
"Die for me!!"
With a twisted face, Hai Tiankuang extended a massive, sky-covering hand, slamming it down toward the bandit's upturned butt.
That grab alone was enough to crush the bandit into pulp.
His heart was full of rage—how dare someone steal from him. Did they really think Hai Tiankuang wouldn't kill?
"Hey hey hey!! Take this move—Golden Thunderous Fart!!"
The one shouting was none other than Sikong Zhaixing, though at the moment he wore a black iron mask that obscured his entire face, revealing only his mischievous eyes gleaming with intelligence and cunning.
BOOM!!
As his words dropped, an explosive sound erupted from his rear. A stream of gas burst forth, no longer formless—it had taken a physical, radiant golden form, dazzling and brilliant to the point of pain. Anyone who saw it instinctively wanted to shut their eyes. The light was that blinding.
"This guy!!"
Yi Tianxing had just arrived and couldn't help but twitch at the corner of his mouth, his brow throbbing wildly. He cursed inwardly.
"Heavens, he's releasing golden light from his butt—what, is he ascending or something?"
"What the hell is this? He sticks his butt out and shoots golden light? Is he seriously attacking with his ass?"
"Wait, I can feel something… A powerful energy is brewing."
More cultivators arrived, crowding the surroundings. The shrimp and crab soldiers of the Dragon Palace had already encircled the entire area. The number of troops had reached over ten thousand, with reinforcements arriving from all directions.
At the center stood three figures in black robes and iron masks, completely obscuring their appearances—though one could still recognize familiar traits.
Sikong Zhaixing's playful and devil-may-care aura was impossible to hide. Liu Qu radiated a naturally chilling presence. The Invincible General had somehow summoned a skeletal mount, riding it with the commanding air of a general headed into battle. And beside them, a pitch-black dog—not a single strand of other color—crept with such subtlety that it could easily go unnoticed.
"Sikong Zhaixing, Liu Qu, Invincible General, Green Emperor—it really is the four of them."
Yi Tianxing's last sliver of hopeful denial vanished. Of course it was them—who else could it be?
But how did they end up being found and surrounded by the Dragon Palace army? With their cunning, that should've been impossible. A miracle in itself.
Yet seeing Sikong Zhaixing's butt emit golden light, Yi Tianxing didn't hesitate. He instinctively grabbed Madam Gongsun's wrist and leapt far back.
Madam Gongsun frowned, clearly wanting to break free, but seeing Yi Tianxing retreat with eyes still locked on the battlefield, she chose to follow.
Shock was written all over the faces of the surrounding cultivators.
"His butt is glowing?! What kind of nonsense is this?"
"Fellow Daoist Gongsun, hold your breath," Yi Tianxing warned after retreating far enough. As he let go of her wrist, he still felt the silk-smooth sensation lingering on his hand.
"Why?" she asked, confused.
"Don't ask. You'll know in a second."
CRACK!!
At that moment, the golden light reached its peak—so bright it was almost unreal. A sharp thunderclap rang out, like a lightning bolt from a clear sky.
The countless golden rays converged into a divine beam, and from it burst a golden thunderbolt, like a dragon or serpent tearing through the air, striking straight at Hai Tiankuang.
The bolt was blindingly fast, too quick for any reaction.
"What the hell? Get lost!"
Hai Tiankuang frowned slightly, not feeling threatened. How could a mere bolt of lightning challenge him? He expected it to shatter under his mighty palm.
But then came the strange twist.
As the golden thunderbolt met the massive hand, it phased through as if illusory, directly hitting Hai Tiankuang's head.
And then—the horrifying moment.
The golden thunderbolt exploded violently, releasing a burst of intense golden light.
BOOM!!!
This bolt of thunder was terrifying. It carried an omnipresent corrosive force, its power comparable to a full-force blow from a Life Map Realm cultivator—maybe even rivaling the Dharma Phase Realm. Hair stood on end.
Even Hai Tiankuang's tough sea giant body was shredded with blade-like wounds.
"AHH—THE STENCH! MY NOSE!!"
A shrill scream erupted from his mouth.
"You damn bastard—you should be cut into ten thousand pieces! You—you dared… You attacked me with a fart!"
Hai Tiankuang wasn't fazed by the wounds—they were superficial for him. But the problem wasn't the damage.
It was the smell.
When the lightning exploded, an overwhelming, soul-crushing stench burst forth—so vile it filled even the open wounds on his body.
His senses were assaulted by this toxic miasma. He immediately covered his nose, eyes going wide, then glassy. He doubled over, vomiting violently. Everything he had casually eaten at the auction earlier came back up.
He rolled on the ground, gagging and retching. And the worst part—the stench still clung to his body.
The surrounding shrimp and crab soldiers weren't spared either.
They screamed, covered their noses, and vomited their guts out.
The golden light contained a potent, invasive odor. Cultivators nearby also collapsed.
"What is this madness?! That damned thief can actually launch such a foul fart?! It's truly invasive—no escaping it!"
"This isn't a fart—it's a divine technique! He's no thief, he's a fart demon!"
"My nose is ruined—I can't smell anything anymore!"
Dozens of cultivators collapsed to the ground, moaning. Even as cultivators, they couldn't endure this kind of assault on their senses.
"We're doomed—over ten thousand troops collapsed from one fart. This has got to be a joke."
"No—look! Even Princess Ao Qi is down!"
Panic rippled through the crowd.
Princess Ao Qi had been within range. Thinking these four were no threat, she hadn't taken precautions. She got caught full-on and now knelt in the golden light, vomiting until pale and shaking.
"This is a nightmare."
"Let's finish this. One more shot and they're done."
Sikong Zhaixing felt no shame. Seeing the first fart-path technique succeed, he grew more confident and let out another.
"Fart Emperor Fate Aperture – Five-Spice Arhat Fart!!"
A five-colored Arhat, formed from gas, manifested and exploded on the battlefield.
Upon detonation, it turned into a five-colored mist, engulfing the area. This was no ordinary stink—this was the holy grail of farts. The stench overwhelmed even those who had been barely holding on. More soldiers collapsed, vomiting and convulsing.
Princess Ao Qi, already suffering, now took a second hit—eyes rolled back, she collapsed, foaming at the mouth. Her body trembled as if enduring a horrific dream.
"Hehe, trying to chase us? Now all of you are down for the count. All the treasures—they're ours now."
Sikong Zhaixing laughed maniacally.
"Ah, such a refreshing sight," said Green Emperor, strutting out. "Brother Fart Emperor has stirred my soul—I must sing. My heart is full."
He raised his head and sang in a deep, soulful voice:
"The mysterious full moon, chrysanthemums bloom. Golden lightning calls the soul. The sea smiles…"
"Love is a light, so marvelous! Guiding our dreams, lighting up our brave future. It's in the lover's eyes…"
The moment Green Emperor opened his mouth, Sikong Zhaixing's face turned pale. He shoved two jade cicadas into his ears to block the sound—but it was useless.
The song bypassed hearing, going straight to the soul.
Soldiers who had been writhing in pain suddenly froze as if paralyzed. They stopped trembling and vomiting. Their eyes went blank—even the light in their pupils faded.
Their souls were struck harder than their bodies.
Then, the battlefield was filled with even more agonized screams than before.