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Fang Cheng's calm tone echoed through the sea of ​​blood, deeply stimulating Jiang Chen's heart, which had long since stopped beating.

The dazzling golden light, like a tangible sword, rushed towards us with overwhelming power.

Jiang Chen looked up at the magnificent golden palace on the dome, as bright as the blazing sun, and the eerie green flames in his eyes suddenly contracted.

The arrogance and absolute self-confidence built up over two thousand years have now developed an irreparable rift.

A strange feeling of extreme humiliation was creeping up his spine.

That was fear!

Jiang Chen couldn't help but recall the scene from the Ren'an Hospital Rehabilitation Center six months ago.

At that time, Fang Cheng was struggling and in grave danger even when facing a walking corpse puppet that he could control at will.

Even though a few days ago in Cheng Jiashu's dream, this kid forcibly destroyed the Ten Thousand Ghosts Corpse Formation with his brute willpower and destroyed a wisp of his own soul.

But Jiang Chen still stubbornly believes that it was only because the opponent won by taking advantage of the special circumstances at the level of consciousness.

Once back in reality, with this zombie body that has cultivated for two thousand years, crushing this human would be no more difficult than crushing an ant.

But now, harsh reality is like a resounding slap in the face, leaving his face red and swollen, completely shattering his wishful thinking.

In just over six months, this kid must have had some incredible adventure, his strength has been completely transformed, he is no longer the same mediocre person he used to be.

The robust body before him, gleaming with a bronze metallic sheen, was even more resilient than his own prized flying zombie body.

What terrified him even more was that the other party had also comprehended the domain power that could only be unleashed by touching the edge of the laws of heaven and earth!
"I don't believe it! How could a mere mortal suppress the Cheng family's two-thousand-year-old foundation?"

Jiang Chen let out a hysterical roar, his gaunt face completely distorted.

He suddenly raised his arms upwards, unleashing the last vestiges of his corpse energy, which poured into the sea of ​​blood beneath his feet like a burst dam.

Tear him to pieces!

With the Corpse King's decree, the entire dark red sea of ​​blood boiled completely.

The piercing, demonic sounds intertwined in layers, transforming into a sonic boom powerful enough to tear apart the mental defenses of ordinary people.

Amidst the churning waves of blood, a demonic army composed of tens of thousands of evil spirits burst forth from the water.

Leading the charge were hundreds of ancient soldiers clad in heavy armor, wielding rusty spears and riding skeletal warhorses, braving the raging waves as they charged forward.

Following closely behind was a group of ferocious-looking monks, their tattered robes fluttering in the eerie wind, chanting incoherent and evil scriptures.

Black runes swirled around them, like venomous snakes hissing and slithering, concealing deadly intent and waiting for their chance to strike.

Further away, countless deformed and twisted mutated limbs intertwined and converged into a mountain of flesh monster over ten meters tall, which strode heavily toward them.

This torrent of evil spirits, brimming with endless resentment and slaughter, hurtled towards Fang Cheng in mid-air with earth-shattering power.

Facing the onrushing demon army, Fang Cheng hovered in the void, showing no sign of retreat. Instead, a fervent fighting spirit ignited in his deep eyes.

"Good timing!"

He suddenly stretched his arms out to the sides and took a deep breath.

The blood and qi in his body suddenly exploded like a nuclear reactor, producing a deafening roar.

At the same time, the majestic golden palace overhead resonated with it.

Suddenly, a blinding light shone from the glazed tiles at the top of the main hall.

This light is no longer a mere illumination, but has transformed into a tangible means of attack.

Whoosh whoosh—

Thousands upon thousands of golden beams of light poured down from the dome like a torrential rain.

Each beam of light was imbued with the purest and most powerful solar fire, like an arrow shot by a god to slay evil, trailing a long fiery tail as it plunged into the surging sea of ​​blood and demonic forces below.

Boom! Boom! Boom!
A series of rapid explosions resounded throughout the world.

The moment the beam of light came into contact with the sea of ​​blood, an extremely violent reaction erupted.

The heavily armored cavalry at the forefront didn't even have time to scream before they were instantly vaporized by the golden light.

The black runes on the bodies of those evil monks chanting evil spells melted and disintegrated in the blink of an eye, like ice and snow encountering boiling water.

Their bodies were also ignited by the true fire of the sun, turning into raging firemen, and finally burned to ashes.

The massive, fleshy monster was pierced by more than a dozen beams of light simultaneously. Before the dark green pus and blood could even splatter, they were forcibly evaporated in mid-air by the high temperature of over several thousand degrees.

The entire sea of ​​blood churned violently under the barrage of golden arrows, with large swaths of blood being boiled and vaporized.

A thick, foul-smelling red mist spread out, only to be instantly purified by the surrounding high temperature.

Moreover, a breathtaking spectacle unfolded on the battlefield.

The evil spirits struck by the golden light, after dispelling the dark yin energy that clung to their bodies, lost their original hideous and twisted forms, revealing translucent soul forms.

They broke free from the shackles of the sea of ​​blood, raised their heads, and bowed deeply to the golden palace in mid-air that represented redemption and purification.

Then it transformed into specks of light, like a meteor shower flowing against the current, drifting towards the dome, finally finding liberation.

As Fang Cheng watched all this, he felt an inexhaustible power surging through his limbs and bones.

He clenched his right fist slightly, feeling the terrifying kinetic energy contained within his palm.

His exaggerated physique, reaching a score of 95, endowed him with physical abilities far exceeding the limits of carbon-based organisms.

At this moment, his dantian was no longer a pond called "Qi Sea," but a vast and boundless ocean.

Pure Yang Qi flows continuously through the broad meridians.

Every cell is cheering for the battle, and every breath and heartbeat is squeezing out even more powerful energy.

The mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood left by Jiang Chen were indeed enormous, but in Fang Cheng's eyes, they were nothing more than water without roots.

And he is like a sun that never goes out!

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Jiang Chen's eyes turned bloodshot, and his withered hands rapidly formed hand seals in front of his chest.

He completely abandoned defense, risking the depletion of his own lifeblood to forcibly stabilize the collapsing front.

Four thick bone spikes rose from the ground behind him, like four black dragons breaking out of the sea, braving the golden arrows raining down from the sky, heading straight for Fang Cheng's face.

The black lightning coiled around the bone spurs had become so dense that it had turned into a liquid, tearing the air apart with tiny spatial cracks wherever it passed.

"Is that all you've got?"

Fang Cheng gave a cold shout and advanced instead of retreating.

He then stepped into the void, creating a sonic boom, and swooped down towards the four bone spikes.

Just before the clash, he exerted force from his waist and hips, his spine tightened like a large bow, and his entire right arm swung forward with the momentum.

There are no fancy moves, only straight punches that combine power and speed to the extreme!

boom!
The iron fist, enveloped in golden flames, collided violently with the bone spike at the very front.

A burst of violent kinetic energy erupted instantly, and a visible, semi-transparent shockwave spread outwards in a ring, pressing a huge crater into the blood wave within a radius of several meters below. The tips of the bone spikes shattered inch by inch, and Jiang Chen suffered a backlash, letting out a muffled groan as dark green blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

But then he suddenly grinned, revealing a chilling smile on his face:
"You brat, do you really think my skills are limited to this?"

"Tonight is the night of the full moon. Two thousand years ago, I laid the groundwork in the Western Hills. After my soul was revived, I spent decades cultivating this ruin, setting up a great Yin-gathering array. The Yin energy of the earth's veins within this hundred-mile radius is all my support!"

"I'd like to see how long your mere physical body can support a domain of this scale. When your true energy is exhausted, that will be the time for me to extract your soul and refine your spirit!"

As he finished speaking, a deep hum echoed from the depths of the earth beneath the ancestral hall, as if in response.

Visible streams of black, cold air surged from the ground, continuously flowing into the dry well, attempting to replenish the blood that had been evaporated by the golden light.

However, Fang Cheng's offensive showed no signs of weakening; on the contrary, it became faster and heavier with each strike.

With a horizontal left elbow strike, he deflected the bone spurs that came flying from the side.

His right leg cleaved down like a battle axe, splitting a blood-red behemoth that was trying to ambush him in two.

He darted and weaved in mid-air, each attack accompanied by a thunderous roar.

The golden flames on the body surface did not dim due to the intense consumption; on the contrary, they burned even more vigorously as the qi and blood surged.

As Jiang Chen manipulated the newly healed bone spurs to defend himself, he was secretly horrified.

Is the human dantian connected to a bottomless pit?

In a battle of this intensity, any superhuman or martial arts master would have already exhausted their energy.

But why isn't this guy even breathing?
Just as Jiang Chen was filled with doubt and uncertainty, a sudden change occurred.

Boom—

The entire inner world suddenly began to shake violently.

This tremor did not originate from the aftermath of their battle, but rather came from deep underground, as if the foundation supporting this space was collapsing.

The ground cracked open, revealing deep ravines, and the remaining bricks and tiles of the buildings fell into the abyss.

What terrified Jiang Chen the most was that the well beneath his feet, which had been gushing blood and earth's yin energy, suddenly made a few dry "gurgling" sounds.

The dark red water column, which had been rising like a fountain, visibly shrunk.

Immediately afterwards, the enormous suction force connecting to the depths of the earth abruptly stopped, and the supply of yin energy was instantly cut off.

The once-struggling Corpse Mountain and Blood Sea domain, having lost the source of vital energy from the earth's veins, immediately deflated like a punctured balloon.

The height of the blood waves was greatly reduced, and the evil spirits that were struggling under the golden light perished in large numbers, never to be able to regroup into an army.

"What happened? My Yin Gathering Formation... its core has been tampered with?!"

Jiang Chen suddenly raised his head, his dark green eyes filled with unbelievable panic.

He stumbled back two steps in mid-air, and his four bone spurs became weak and powerless due to the loss of support.

Fang Cheng hovered in mid-air and withdrew his fist.

He slightly turned his head, looking at the thousand-year-old corpse king in complete disarray before him, a mocking smile playing on his lips:

"Did you feel the faucet suddenly being turned off?"

Jiang Chen stared intently at him, a low, beast-like growl emanating from his throat:
"What...what have you done?!"

"I didn't do anything."

Fang Cheng clenched his fist, his tone as relaxed as if he were discussing what to eat today:
"This place was originally the site of a secret realm passed down from the Cheng family ancestors. You, a zombie who has lost your true nature and usurped the throne, really think that you can completely control the whole situation after occupying it for a few years?"

He gave a thumbs-up, pointing in the direction outside the inner world:

“Your beloved grandson, Cheng Jiashu, is standing in the ancestral hall outside right now. He is a direct descendant of the Cheng family, and no one knows better than him where the key point of this formation is and how to sever the connection of the earth's veins.”

Upon hearing the name "Cheng Jiashu," Jiang Chen felt as if a thunderbolt had struck his mind.

"It's Cheng Jiashu again! That treacherous and ungrateful beast!"

Jiang Chen was so angry that he trembled all over, his withered chest heaving violently, and he couldn't help but burst into a tirade of curses.

He had planned everything meticulously, but he never expected that his own bloodline, which he had cultivated for decades, would have its internet connection cut off from the outside.

Without the support of the earth vein array, the already dilapidated mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood, under the suppression of Fang Cheng's magnificent divine palace, finally collapsed completely.

The blood dried up at an alarming rate, revealing the cracked, blackened soil beneath.

The towering mountain of corpses collapsed inch by inch under the direct golden light, turning into grayish-white powder all over the ground.

Jiang Chen's prized magical powers were completely stripped away in just a few breaths.

"It's my turn."

Fang Cheng's smile vanished, and the murderous intent in his eyes was palpable.

Above their heads, the majestic golden palace suddenly burst forth with light ten times stronger than before.

On the plaque in the very center of the main hall, it seemed as if a golden eye was slowly opening.

hum-

A massive, thick golden beam of light descended from the sky, like an inverted giant bell, precisely enveloping Jiang Chen, who was preparing to flee.

"Uh-"

The moment the beam of light struck him, Jiang Chen let out an extremely shrill scream.

The scorching sun's true fire seeped into his pores, fiercely burning the very essence of his zombie body.

Jiang Chen attempted to use spatial teleportation to escape, only to discover in despair that the surrounding spatial structure had been completely locked down by this vast and sacred power.

His body seemed to have returned to that of an ordinary person, his legs feeling as heavy as if they were filled with lead.

The once invincible zombie king is now like a fly pinned to a wall, unable to move, his eyes filled with pure terror of death.

Fang Cheng took a deep breath, and his entire body emitted a series of rapid, popping sounds, like firecrackers.

His strong upper body muscles bulged and swelled again, with veins coiling around his arms like dragons.

"Have a safe journey, and don't bother seeing me off."

Before he finished speaking, a white shockwave suddenly exploded from the air beneath his feet.

Using the terrifying thrust of the sonic boom, Fang Cheng transformed into an elongated golden meteor, instantly traversing a distance of tens of meters and directly rushing towards Jiang Chen's chest.

Without any buildup or pause, the carnage reached its climax at this moment.

"Infinite Combo, Flame Cannon Fist!"

Fang Cheng's eyes blazed with a violent light, and he shook his arms, completely abandoning all defensive stances.

At this moment, he was going to convert all ninety-five points of his physique and the vast ocean of true energy in his dantian into pure destructive kinetic energy.

Completely annihilate the enemy before you! (End of Chapter)