Crimson ripples surged continuously from Fang Zhuguo's arm, flowing towards his fist before finally pouring into Ye Jingyu's body. Instantly, a violent surge of energy exploded within Ye Jingyu's chest. A mist of blood sprayed from his sternum, and his body was blasted straight back, the blood spurting from his mouth as if it were free, his face turning utterly ashen.

"Rumble..." With a series of thunderous crashes, Ye Jingyu flew an unknown distance, knocking down countless trees before finally stopping. A fist-sized concavity marred his chest, a bloody mess where the impact landed, yet he did not collapse. Not a single groan escaped him despite the agonizing pain.

Clusters of bloody energy sought to tear apart Ye Jingyu's physical structure, but the Ba Yuan Force within him reacted promptly. Though the sheer volume of this incoming energy far surpassed the Ba Yuan Force, the grade of the Ba Yuan Force was immeasurably higher, allowing it to slowly begin consuming the foreign influx.

After about three or four breaths, Ye Jingyu managed to suppress the berserk power. He then lifted his head, gazing at Fang Zhuguo in the distance, and spoke faintly, "That was the first punch!"

Seeing that Ye Jingyu had truly made no attempt to evade him, allowing the strike to land fully, a look of mutual appreciation gradually dawned in Fang Zhuguo's eyes.

"You are a true man, but I absolutely will not hold back again. Take my second punch—the World-Ending Thunder Blast!" Fang Zhuguo roared, his body shooting forward once more, his fist clenched tight as he smashed it again toward Ye Jingyu.

At this moment, before his body even arrived, streaks of lightning flickered across the surface of his fist. A power untold times stronger than before formed on his knuckles, giving the impression that this single punch could pierce through heaven and earth.

On the side, Liang Xiaoke's face changed drastically, and she moved to intervene, but Ye Jingyu's gaze halted her. She could only clench her fists tightly, watching this brutal spectacle unfold.

Taotie and Ni Bo also stared fixedly at Fang Zhuguo charging toward Ye Jingyu. Without Ye Jingyu’s command, neither dared to make a move.

"Boom..." Only a single, massive sound erupted as the terrifying punch slammed once more into Ye Jingyu’s sternum. Unlike the first blow that sent him flying away to dissipate force among the trees, this punch delivered its entire power directly to his chest, shattering his sternum instantly. Another cloud of blood mist erupted before his chest, and Ye Jingyu gasped, spewing out a torrent of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs.

That powerful bolt of lightning surged into Ye Jingyu’s body at full speed. The Ba Yuan Force inside was still slowly digesting the initial bloody energy and could not possibly withstand this torrent of lightning. Immediately, his chest began to char and burn, and the lightning seemed relentless, continuing to ravage him.

Even though Ye Jingyu possessed the Chaos Physique and immense regenerative capabilities, he was instantly covered in severe wounds, the shattered bone fragments visible beneath the scorched flesh of his chest.

Witnessing this scene, Liang Xiaoke felt a sharp pain in her heart, her eyes turning completely blood-red. Yet, Ye Jingyu’s gaze remained fixed with unwavering resolve. He did not even utter a sound of pain, only letting out a few soft coughs. He glanced at the blackened area on his chest, then slowly raised his head to look at Fang Zhuguo.

"That was the second punch. Come again!"

Seeing Ye Jingyu not even frown after taking such a blow, the admiration in Fang Zhuguo’s eyes deepened. However, beneath the praise, there was a trace of shock. He genuinely had not expected Ye Jingyu’s resistance to be so formidable. He knew that his previous punch was enough to obliterate several large mountains; even a Martial God of the Third Heaven would surely be pulverized by such might, yet Ye Jingyu had merely suffered a few fractured ribs and some scorched muscle tissue.

Seeing him thus, perhaps he truly possessed the capability to help eradicate those pieces of trash?

A decision seemed to form dimly in Fang Zhuguo’s mind. He spoke, "For the final punch, I will unleash my full power. Be prepared!" As he spoke, thick, bloody odors began to rise from his body. Liang Xiaoke could even see a sea of blood manifesting above his head, filled with the agonizing cries of countless lost souls struggling within. From this sea, a terrifying power continuously flowed, merging into his being.

"Boundless Sea of Blood!" Fang Zhuguo roared once more. Before Ye Jingyu could react, a streak of crimson light shot toward him with incredible speed. The distance was too short for evasion, especially since he had no intention of dodging anyway.

The Ba Yuan Force within him began to cycle frantically, consuming the initial bloody energy, while the Thunder Calamity Aperture on his right palm started absorbing the lightning power that had infiltrated his body.

But his physical form was already in tatters. At this crucial moment, the intense crimson beam zeroed in directly on his heart.

"Dodge!" Liang Xiaoke cried out in alarm, her body involuntarily surging toward Ye Jingyu. But the speed of this blood-red beam was too fast. The instant Liang Xiaoke moved, it had already reached Ye Jingyu’s sternum.

Ye Jingyu's body instinctively tried to recoil, but remembering his agreement with Fang Zhuguo, he forcibly suppressed the urge to evade, allowing the crimson light to crash into him.

With a "Swish," the blood-red beam pierced straight through his chest, a spurt of bloody arrow shooting out, and an indescribable agony shot through every nerve in Ye Jingyu’s body.

Glancing down at the crimson hole in his chest, Ye Jingyu looked back up at Fang Zhuguo, his gaze filled with confusion. Although the energy had penetrated his heart, at the very last instant, he distinctly felt the energy shift slightly, grazing past his actual heart.

This powerful force was sufficient to utterly destroy his heart; even as the Chaos Physique, survival would be impossible. Even if he managed to resurrect eventually, it would likely take countless years. Regardless, Fang Zhuguo had shown restraint.

"Now, you are qualified to be my companion!" A hint of a smile appeared on Fang Zhuguo’s usually cold face. Though it looked stiff, he had, after all, smiled.