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"Crack!"

With a crisp cracking sound, Jiang Chen staggered and nearly fell over.

Even though he was immortal and had a strong physique, his knee joints were dislocated by this powerful and hidden force.

The intense pain momentarily distracted him for a fraction of a second, abruptly interrupting his about-to-be-activated Instant Step.

Seeing that he had succeeded in his attack, how could Fang Cheng let such an opening slip by?

He stomped his feet hard on the ground and strode forward like a cannonball.

With his left hand, he reached out and drew a semicircle in mid-air.

With palms slightly open, the energy flows in and out, creating a dense, adsorbing force.

If one possessed spiritual eyes, one could clearly see hundreds of fine lines of true energy, invisible to the naked eye, gushing forth from between his fingers, tightly binding the bone spurs that had spread out in front of Jiang Chen like a net.

Fang Cheng's five fingers were like steel clamps, firmly gripping Jiang Chen who was trying to escape.

He used the momentum of his opponent's retreat to his advantage, quickly closing the distance between them.

Then, twisting his waist and lowering his body, he used his strength to pull the target towards his chest again.

With a pull and a tug, the balance of power was instantly broken.

Jiang Chen's massive body staggered and fell forward uncontrollably.

What awaited him was a deadly attack that had been prepared all along!
Fang Cheng held his right hand with his five fingers together, his palm slightly concave, and his fingertips taut like blades.

The muscles of his entire right arm bulged instantly, hot blood surged through his veins, white smoke billowed up, radiating an astonishingly high temperature.

A dazzling golden light suddenly surged from the edge of his palm, and his entire right palm, refined with true energy, radiated a chilling sharpness, like a peerless sword drawn from its sheath.

puff!

The hand slash pierced through Jiang Chen's chest without any resistance, shredding the armor and breastplate along with it, and embedding itself deep into his heart.

The foul-smelling green blood gushed out from the wound like a high-pressure water jet, splashing onto the surrounding ruins.

Blood is extremely corrosive, instantly producing large plumes of pungent white smoke and hissing sounds, dissolving the rubble into pitted holes.

"Uh-"

Jiang Chen raised his head and let out a piercing cry of pain.

Fang Cheng's expression was cold and his gaze was like fire.

From the moment they started fighting until now, Qilin Arm has been secretly gathering power for a full six seconds.

At this moment, the explosive power of his right arm increased by a full 600%, and the destructive force was obvious.

He used to use heavy punches to kill enemies, but when facing a monster like Jiang Chen with high health and high defense, he decisively switched to using a hand chop to directly hit vital points.

A fist is like a heavy hammer or blunt weapon, primarily used for impact and shock damage.

A hand chop is equivalent to a sharp blade, concentrating power on a single point, making it extremely effective at breaking through defenses.

Given Jiang Chen's zombie-like body with its powerful self-healing ability, the cutting and penetrating damage caused by the hand chop is obviously more lethal.

After the blow pierced through, Fang Cheng abruptly withdrew his arm, bringing with it a large patch of green corpse blood.

But Jiang Chen's chest cavity was empty; there was no beating heart of a living person.

Deep within the gaping wound, there was only a swirling cloud of black mist.

Even the instant Fang Cheng withdrew his hand, the granulation tissue at the edge of the wound began to wriggle rapidly, attempting to repair the shocking gap.

"You wouldn't believe it, would you? I am immortal!"

Jiang Chen endured the excruciating pain, his distorted face appearing particularly ferocious.

The mighty King of Zombies was so humiliated by a mere human youth.

He roared, his hands crackling with black lightning, and lunged at Fang Cheng's head.

"You won't die? Then I'll smash every bone in your body into powder!"

Fang Cheng's eyes were icy cold, and the sharp light in his eyes was dazzling.

Faced with a deadly counterattack, he not only did not retreat, but his muscles bulged exaggeratedly due to extreme excitement.

In an instant, his arms turned into countless blurry afterimages.

The speed of the punch exceeded the limits of human retinal detection in the blink of an eye.

The fist rubbed violently against the air, drawing out countless red sparks in mid-air.

Then it was ignited by true energy, transforming into a blazing golden flame.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang——

That was a punching frequency that no human could achieve; it was like hundreds of machine guns firing at Jiang Chen in a confined space.

The relentless barrage of heavy punches transformed into a torrential downpour, pounding into Jiang Chen's chest, shoulders, and jaw.

Each impact shattered the zombie's once-proud defenses.

The remaining bronze armor was smashed to dust, and the crisp sound of bones breaking echoed throughout the room.

Jiang Chen was like a steel billet being repeatedly forged under a hydraulic press, his feet leaving the ground as he was struck by the violent force of the punches.

Under such a dense barrage of attacks, his body clearly suffered more severe injuries, with blood, flesh, and bone fragments flying in all directions.

On the other side of the battlefield, Manager Wu, Qian Dongming, and the surviving villagers hid behind a collapsed half-wall, watching everything with pale faces.

That's the legendary zombie king who can fly and burrow underground, slaughtering all living beings!
At this moment, he was pinned to the ground by a young man and brutally beaten like a punching bag.

Extreme shock and fear spread rapidly in everyone's hearts.

They stared at the powerful figure enveloped in golden flames, only one thought remaining in their minds:
Who exactly is this deity?

Jiang Chen, suspended in mid-air, was completely in a stiff, passive state, taking the hits.

A hint of terror finally surfaced in those eyes that were glowing green.

Under this almost unsolvable barrage of attacks, his self-healing speed could no longer keep up with the rate at which his body was being destroyed.

In particular, those golden flames, like maggots clinging to his bones, relentlessly devoured his corpse energy, forcibly preventing the healing of his flesh and blood.

He was acutely aware of the passing of life.

If they keep getting hammered like that, even an immortal would be completely smashed into a pile of mud!
Jiang Chen gritted his teeth and, risking the complete collapse of his true form, forcibly detonated all the remaining corpse energy within his body.

boom!
A ring of ghastly green poisonous fire exploded outwards, the enormous impact forcefully halting Fang Cheng's relentless punching momentum.

Using the powerful recoil, Jiang Chen's figure flashed repeatedly in the distorted space, instantly creating a distance of over a hundred meters.

At this point, most of his body was broken and mangled.

Two bone spurs were broken off and disappeared without a trace; the hole in his chest cavity even allowed a direct view through his back.

As soon as he regained his footing, Jiang Chen's dark green eyes fixed fiercely on the two villagers hiding in the ditch.

The two remaining bone spurs on his back stretched out like venomous snakes emerging from their holes, instantly extending dozens of meters.

With two muffled "thuds," sharp bone spurs pierced through the chests of the two villagers, slinging them into the air like skewers of meat.

"save……"

The villagers' cries for help were abruptly cut off as soon as they reached their throats.

When Manager Wu and Qian Dongming, who were behind the ruins, witnessed this scene, they were so frightened that their crotches were instantly soaked.

The two men scrambled and crawled away in the opposite direction of the battlefield. In their eyes, the once-worshipped "king" had clearly become a monster that needed to sacrifice its minions to replenish its strength at any time.

And these ordinary people are ready-made blood bags.

In the blink of an eye, the life force of the two villagers was completely drained away by the bone spurs.

The body lost all moisture as if weathered away, turning into a cloud of gray powder that dissipated in the cold wind.

Having absorbed the essence and blood of mortals, Jiang Chen's wounds visibly contracted and healed.

The churning flesh intertwined and filled the gap at an extremely fast speed.

With a sickening squeezing sound, new white bone spikes grew back from the broken bone spurs on his back.

"Boy, if I don't skin you alive and tear your tendons ripped out today, I'll never be surnamed Cheng again!"

Jiang Chen roared in uncontrollable rage.

He took a deep breath, and the black mist that had been dispersed from his body surged up violently again, like a plume of smoke shooting straight into the sky.

Dense corpse energy gathered beneath his feet, forming a tangible dark cloud that slowly lifted his body into the air.

His aura did not decrease but increased, and the pressure he exuded was even more violent and ferocious than before.

On the ground, Fang Cheng maintained his punching posture, his right arm muscles bulging and undulating rhythmically.

Scalding hot blood and qi surged under the skin, radiating an astonishingly high temperature, accumulating power for the next round of even more ferocious attacks.

"That concludes the warm-up."

Jiang Chen looked down at Fang Cheng from his high position, arms outstretched, and shouted loudly:

"Next, I will show you what true divine power is."

His voice no longer carried anger, but instead turned into a cold and detached view of all things as ants.

"The domain unfolds, a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood!"

The moment the words fell, the well in the center of the ruins, which had been dry, suddenly emitted a muffled thunderous roar.

Immediately afterwards, thick, foul-smelling, dark red blood gushed out of the wellhead like magma erupting from beneath the earth's crust.

In the blink of an eye, the blood wave engulfed the entire ancestral hall courtyard and spread outwards at an extremely fast speed, turning the earth into a blood-red ocean.

The surrounding ruins, soaked in blood, began to twist and dissolve violently, like ice blocks thrown into strong acid.

A towering mountain of corpses, made up of countless bones and limbs, rose up behind Jiang Chen with a thunderous roar.

Within that churning sea of ​​blood, countless faces, writhing in agony, appeared.

There were ancient soldiers clad in heavy armor, ordinary people dressed in various styles, and many monks wearing robes with pained expressions.

A ghastly green light flashed and flickered incessantly amidst the blood-red waves; those were tens of thousands of eyes filled with venomous resentment.

"Waaah, waaah..."

Countless mouths opened and closed simultaneously, emitting a shrill, demonic sound powerful enough to drive ordinary people insane.

These lives that he once slaughtered and devoured have now all become the foundation of this despairing realm.

Jiang Chen stood atop a mountain of corpses, suspended in the very center of a sea of ​​blood.

The four intact bone spurs on his back spread out like a peacock's tail, resembling an ancient demon god from mythology.

The entire space of the inner world creaked under the immense pressure.

He extended his right claw, covered in blue scales, and aimed it at Fang Cheng from afar, his voice like rolling thunder, reverberating and echoing:
"Boy, become nourishment for me amidst this mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood!"

Faced with the apocalyptic scene before him, Fang Cheng remained remarkably calm.

He twisted his neck a few times, clenched his fists, and a series of cracking sounds like popping beans came from his knuckles.

"You're right, the warm-up should definitely end."

boom!
As he finished speaking, pure golden flames erupted from his body once more, transforming into a blazing pillar of fire that shot straight into the sky.

The intense heat instantly incinerated the approaching evil spirits into nothingness.

Once the surging waves of blood got within three meters of him, they were forcibly evaporated into a large patch of red mist.

Fang Cheng slightly bent his knees, then leaped into the air.

However, he did not fall due to gravity as usual, but hovered steadily in mid-air, dozens of meters above the ground, facing Jiang Chen from afar.

The green flames in Jiang Chen's eyes suddenly froze, and a look of astonishment flashed across his face:
"How do you know how to fly?"

Fang Cheng raised an eyebrow, his eyes revealing a hint of pity for the intellectually disabled:

"Are you out of your mind because of my punch? I flew here from the sky and landed here."

Jiang Chen was speechless for a moment, his withered face twitching twice.

Fang Cheng ignored his embarrassment, slowly opened his arms, and spoke with a calm tone that revealed strong confidence:

"Flying is not a difficult skill to master, nor is mastering a domain. Since you want to play big, then I will show you my true abilities and play along to the end."

As he spoke, his expression suddenly turned solemn, and his lips parted slightly.

"Domain expansion".

As he uttered those four calm words, Fang Cheng suddenly clasped his hands together.

Snapped!
The golden flames on his body suddenly exploded, transforming into a visible golden ring-shaped shockwave that swept outwards in all directions.

Wherever it passed, the cold wind suddenly stopped, and the air was distorted and deformed by the incredible heat.

The entire inner world seemed to have become a giant furnace of heaven and earth.

The originally surging waves of blood boiled and dried up at a visible speed under the scorching heat of this extreme pure yang fire.

The bones on the mountain of corpses also made cracking sounds as they could no longer bear the weight, turning black and charred in patches before gradually turning to ashes.

This is no longer a simple suppression of aura, but a forced overlap of two completely different spatial concepts in reality.

A dazzling golden light suddenly appeared in the void behind Fang Cheng.

The halo rippled outwards like waves, making his masculine and handsome body appear like a god descended to earth, sacred and unapproachable.

And deep in the clouds above his head, an endless sea of ​​fire stretched out to both sides.

A magnificent palace slowly emerged from the heavens.

It was cast entirely from red gold and glass, its radiance shining brightly and illuminating the sky.

The extremely yang and powerful aura brutally tore apart and covered the originally cold and eerie rules of the underworld.

This magnificent palace, with its absolute dominance, suppresses the fortune of this world.

The mountains of corpses and seas of blood that Jiang Chen was so proud of paled in comparison to the magnificent golden divine realm, appearing as insignificant as snowflakes under the blazing sun.

He stared blankly up at the palace in the sky, and for the first time, utter fear and shock appeared on his stiff, lifeless face; even his voice trembled.

"What... what kind of Dharma form is this...?"

Fang Cheng hovered above the golden sea of ​​fire, his eyes filled with the dancing flames, like a king looking down upon the mortal world.

He slowly raised his right arm, pointing arrogantly directly at the once-arrogant thousand-year-old corpse king:

"Then, please face your death." (End of Chapter)