Chapter 1372: Chapter 1372: Ancestral Fist This little girl in front of us is actually the Red-clad Fairy! When this was uttered by the Beast God, everyone was utterly shocked. “You must be kidding, she’s the Red-clad Fairy? She’s just a little kid!” Although the Beast God was very powerful, its appearance couldn’t possibly be related to the Red-clad Fairy. If the Beast God hadn’t said it themselves, no one would have made that connection. Read full story at noⅴelfire.net “I’m a bit confused too. It seems I’m not the only one who heard it; you all heard it too. She said she is the Red-clad Fairy, right?” “I always thought that besides having a mysterious identity, the Red-clad Fairy must be a great beauty, at least at the level of the Turquoise Pool Saintess. Who knew the heavens would play such a big joke on me.” Hearing the Beast God declare themselves as the Red-clad Fairy sparked a lot of discussion, shocking everyone. From afar, Ye Qiu was also taken aback, then showed a helpless smile: “I should have realized long ago that the Red-clad Fairy is the Beast God. Aside from the Ten Great Saint Heirs, what other powerful expert could there be?” When the Red-clad Fairy first appeared on the rankings, Ye Qiu had often speculated about their identity, thinking they shouldn’t lose to a beauty like the one from the Turquoise Pool. But now, knowing the truth almost brought him to tears; the Red-clad Fairy turned out to be the Beast God. Ye Qiu secretly cursed the Beast God for choosing such a misleading name like the Red-clad Fairy that made people’s imaginations run wild. Beside him, Luo Fu also had a peculiar expression on his face, looking at the Beast God with intense curiosity. The one most emotionally stirred at this moment was the Donghua Holy Son, who was engaged in a confrontation with the Beast God. He had assumed that the Beast God was an obscure figure, and even if they were powerful, they were still a minor character. After all, he was the third-ranked Saint Heir, and among all the geniuses descending on Earth, even if he didn’t know them all, he recognized many. In his mind, the person known as the Beast God didn’t exist, so he chose to seize the opportunity. The law of survival in the ancestral land was that the weak must serve the strong; this had already been deeply ingrained in Donghua Holy Son’s mind. Therefore, he felt justified in seizing the beast pill. However, upon hearing the Beast God themselves say that they were the Red-clad Fairy, Donghua Holy Son stumbled and almost fell to the ground. Faced with the ultimate punch from the Donghua Holy Son, everyone saw that this punch didn’t actually land on the Beast God but was blocked by the Beast God’s palm. At this moment, the Beast God, in red robes, with the appearance of a young girl, had exceptionally bright eyes. “Red-clad Fairy…” The words uttered by the Beast God kept echoing in Donghua Holy Son’s ears. Despite having thought of countless identities, he never considered that the little girl right before him was indeed the Red-clad Fairy. The one who had been constantly challenging the existence of the Taiyi Holy Son before Ye Qiu ranked second was standing right in front of him? A ripple formed in Donghua Holy Son’s heart; he was somewhat indecisive. He feared he could not defeat this mysterious Red-clad Fairy. This Red-clad Fairy was considered by the Taiyi Holy Son to be the most likely to become his opponent. Donghua Holy Son knew the gap between his strength and that of the Taiyi Holy Son. He ranked third among the Ten Great Saint Heirs, which seemed not too low, but only after exchanging blows with Taiyi Holy Son would one realize that the seemingly small gap was actually an infinite distance. “So you are the Red-clad Fairy.” Donghua Holy Son murmured, now aware of the Beast God’s identity as a formidable opponent viewed by the Taiyi Holy Son. Can he retreat? Donghua Holy Son understood in his heart; it was impossible now. Even if he’s like driving ducks onto a perch, he must fight. When there’s no way out, even though a thousand-foot chasm lies ahead, sometimes you have to jump, to grasp at a glimmer of hope. Such is the path of the Donghua Holy Son, and the Beast God is among his remaining hopes. He must take a gamble. Suppressing all concerns and preventing himself from overthinking, Donghua Holy Son once again raised his momentum. One ineffective punch didn’t matter; he could still throw ten or a hundred more punches. Following this, Donghua Holy Son cleared his mind of everything, directly bombarding the Beast God with the most pure, direct, and powerful force. Very few had witnessed the manic assault of the Donghua Holy Son, and for many, it was now proving to be a grand feast. Because very few could force the Donghua Holy Son to reveal his full strength. As the third-ranked Saint Heir, many were curious about just how strong Donghua Holy Son was. The aura at the peak of the Emperor Realm swept through the entire battlefield, and everyone retreated more than ten meters once again. The punches of Donghua Holy Son bore a kind of star-shattering might, and just watching them was enough to strike fear into the heart. All the force was concentrated in his fists; Donghua Holy Son’s relentless attacks, each punch capable of shattering mountains and splitting rivers, compelled everyone to hold their breath. The Beast God did not respond with equally fierce blows in retaliation. Instead, they transformed two hands into four, four into eight… until finally becoming a thousand hands. Every punch from Donghua Holy Son was caught by the thousand hands created by the Beast God, progressively dissipating their force, rendering the attacks powerless. Donghua Holy Son was both shocked and furious. His full-force strike was neutralized ? He was unwilling! Meanwhile, he was also taken aback by the Beast God’s methods. Apart from Taiyi Holy Son, this was the second person able to withstand his fierce storm of attacks unscathed; even the Demon Lord Holy Son had been injured when he managed to withstand them before. Donghua Holy Son refused to accept, nor did he want to accept this reality. He must win, to seize the beast pill. Unable to strike down the Beast God with random punches, he suddenly retreated, assuming a strange stance. It was a special technique, with an intangible force as soon as the pose was made. The Beast God appeared serious too, extending two hands, without the relaxed demeanor from earlier, as Donghua Holy Son now gave it a sense of danger. “That move is…” The Taiyi Holy Son slightly furrowed his brows, recognizing the technique of Donghua Holy Son. He didn’t expect Donghua Holy Son to use the strongest inherited cultivation technique of his sect. “Ancestral Fist! First Form!” At this moment, the area around Donghua Holy Son seemed like a vacuum. His movements were slow but utterly captivating, impossible to look away once laid eyes upon. Such was the allure of the technique. Donghua Holy Son’s moves were simple: raising his hand, forming a fist, and gently striking out. One could only feel an invisible aura rushing forth, the air producing explosive sounds consecutively. After this punch was thrown, it was as if heaven and earth were being obliterated. A figure walked out from Donghua Holy Son’s punch—a shadow of an elder, who also threw a punch aimed at the Beast God. The Beast God’s expression turned grave, but as the figure of the elder appeared, they seemed relieved. The Beast God neither punched nor kicked, but stood still, perplexing the onlookers. “Die.” Donghua Holy Son felt deflated, like a balloon, having expended most of his energy with the Ancestral Fist. Just as he was about to savor the thought of the Beast God being defeated by this move, he suddenly witnessed a massive apparition emerging above the Beast God. It was a gigantic red beast, resembling a colossal dragon, yet not quite a dragon, somewhat similar to a lizard. “What…” Donghua Holy Son was stunned.