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Chapter 257 Guess if this strike can kill you? (3 words, 45th update, please vote!)

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The chaotic battlefield instantly fell into an eerie silence.

It was as if the pause button had been pressed.

He Manhe, who was hovering in mid-air with a look of ecstasy and self-satisfaction on her face, suddenly stiffened.

That captivatingly beautiful face.

All expressions froze instantly, like shattered porcelain.

Shock, bewilderment, disbelief, finally transformed into a deep-seated horror that almost froze her soul!
She slowly and stiffly turned her head, looking in the direction of the sound.

When that figure, suspended in the center of the chaotic storm, dressed in faded old overalls, as small as dust, came into her view...
He Manhe's pupils suddenly shrank to pinpoints.

The color drained from her face in an instant, leaving her deathly pale.

It was a despair that transcended fear.

"Nine?!"

A name, strained from the depths of her throat with an extreme tremor, spilled from her pale lips.

The next second, without any hesitation.

He Manhe's body erupted with a dazzling wine-red light, and the power of a third-tier apostle was poured out without reservation.

It's not about fighting, it's about escaping!
Escape this place as quickly as possible, without regard for anything else.

His figure blurred instantly, transforming into a streak of wine-red light that tore through space, fleeing desperately in the opposite direction from Jiu, which was the direction of the passage entrance!
The speed was extremely fast.

However.
Just as her body twisted and her flight momentum began, it happened.

"Certainly."

Jiu's lips moved almost imperceptibly.

It was as if he had simply given the most insignificant command to thin air.

An irresistible force of rules suddenly descended.

Like shackles freezing time and space, they instantly wrapped around He Manhe.

Her figure, so fast it tore through the air, suddenly froze in mid-air, like a flying insect pinned to amber.

The wine-red light froze, and the face still bore the traces of panic and distortion from a desperate escape.

The surging third-tier power around him was like a flame that had been extinguished, tightly imprisoned within his body, unable to even cause a ripple.

Only in those wide-open eyes did endless fear surge.

It's not just her.

Below, on the battlefield, were those frantically roaring, fearless demons charging forward.

Everything was completely frozen the moment Jiu uttered the word "fixed"!
It was as if the button to bring everything to a standstill had been pressed.

The entire vast and chaotic underground space instantly fell into a suffocating state of stillness.

Only the enormous nine-headed Xiangliu statue deep within the altar trembled more violently when Jiu's voice rang out.

As if utterly enraged, or as if sensing a deadly threat.

"Crack! Rumble—!!!"

The dark red stone skin on the surface of the statue, like rotten dead wood, cracked inch by inch at an alarming rate, and large chunks fell off.
Where the stone skin has peeled off,
Wriggling, viscous, dark red flesh exuding a rich, bloody, and ancient stench.

The flesh and blood, like living things, multiplied and expanded wildly.

Dark red veins twisted and spread within, like living vines.

Flesh and blood rapidly covered the statue, reshaping its outline.

The nine enormous snake heads were the first to "come to life"!

The enormous snake neck, covered in dark red flesh, suddenly jerked up, breaking free from the last restraining stone shackles.

Nine enormous snake heads, each with a different shape and an extremely ferocious appearance, raise their heads to the sky!
The nine enormous snake eyes were no longer cold stone sculptures.

Instead, it burned with a dark, crimson light like the flames of the underworld, filled with resentment, greed, violence, and a kind of awakened rage.

The enormous, mountain-like serpent body twisted violently, breaking free from the base's restraints.

The burly body covered in dark red scales crashed to the ground with a thud, causing the entire space to tremble violently once again, with ice shards falling like a waterfall.

An overwhelming and ferocious aura, even more terrifying than the previous statue's state, mixed with an intensely nauseating stench of blood and stench, swept through the entire underground space like a world-ending tidal wave.

"Roar--!!!"

Nine enormous snake heads opened simultaneously, unleashing a terrifying roar that shook the very depths of the underworld.

The sound waves transformed into a visible dark red shockwave, carrying with it millennia of accumulated resentment and killing intent, sweeping wildly in all directions.

Space was distorting, and the ice walls were groaning.

This is no longer a cold statue.

这 是
Xiang Liu - The Incarnation of the Buddha!

"The gods. The true gods. They've come alive!!!"

Below, among the dozen or so "reinforcements" who were imprisoned at the edge of the battlefield by Jiu's power and unable to move, one of them finally succumbed to the series of terrifying impacts and his spirit completely collapsed.

A tall, thin man holding two hooks stared blankly at the ferocious nine-headed serpent, muttering to himself in a daze.

The voice wasn't loud, but it clearly conveyed the despair and absurdity everyone felt at that moment.

What martial arts saint's relics?
What do you mean by "reaching the sky in one step"?
This is clearly an intrusion into the lair of an ancient evil god.

They're courting death!

Fear, like a cold, venomous snake, instantly gnawed at everyone's heart.

Some people instinctively wanted to back away, to escape this hellish place.

However, his body was bound by Jiu's power, and he couldn't even move a finger.

They could only desperately roll their eyes, casting their last hope for survival toward the only exit.

Direction of the passage.

then
They saw it.

In the relatively dim shadows at the entrance of the passage.

Five figures stood silently, seemingly out of nowhere.

The leader was tall and had a stern face.

Holding a long sword in his hand, his vertical pupils, like molten gold, shone like burning lava in the dim light, calmly gazing at this chaotic and desperate battlefield.

"Fang Qingyu?!"

"Why is he here?!"

"It was him. He's the one who attracted that monster?!"

Fear and disbelief surged through their frozen minds like an electric current.

Wu Gang and the other three were firmly imprisoned in place by Jiu's power, unable to even move their eyes, but deep within their eyes, a turbulent storm was surging.

They understood instantly!
Why did this terrifying "Nine" descend upon this hidden glacial ruin?

"Ah—!! Fang Qingyu!!!"

A hysterical, piercing roar, filled with endless resentment and madness, like the wail of a dying beast, suddenly burst forth from mid-air!

It is He Manhe.

She was bound by Jiu's power and could not move her body at all, but her face, twisted to the extreme, was turned toward the entrance of the passage, and her scarlet eyes were fixed on Fang Qingyu!
That look seemed to want to devour him alive and grind his bones to dust!

"It's you! It's you again!!"

"Why?! Why are you always haunting me?! You ruined my plans!!"

"I'm going to kill you! I'll definitely kill you!! I'll tear you to pieces!!!"

A frenzied roar echoed in the frozen space, filled with extreme hatred.

This hatred even briefly overshadowed her fear of Jiu.

Fang Qingyu finally shifted his gaze from the roaring Xiangliu Dharma Body and Jiu, who was suspended in the center of the storm.

Calmly, the wine-red figure, as if nailed to an invisible cross, landed in the air.

That face, twisted by extreme anger and fear, that once captivated all beings.

His vertical pupils, like molten gold, remained completely still.

There was no anger, no mockery, only a chilling killing intent.

Fang Qingyu made a move.

He ignored He Manhe's hysterical curses and did not go to see the impending war between the gods.

They simply stepped out of the shadows at the entrance of the passage, one step at a time, with composure.

Stepping across the ice stained with blood, passing through the "reinforcements" frozen in place, their eyes filled with despair.

The pace was not fast, but it was exceptionally steady.

Each step felt like stepping on He Manhe's wildly beating heart.

"Fang Qingyu! What are you doing?!"

"Let me go! Let me go! You damned reptile!!"

As He Manhe watched the figure draw closer and closer, and saw the long sword in his hand radiating a chilling aura, the fear in her heart finally overwhelmed her anger once again, and her scream was accompanied by an uncontrollable tremor.

Fang Qingyu turned a deaf ear.

He walked straight down to the foot of He Manhe and stopped.

Raise your head slightly.

The molten gold vertical pupils locked onto the figure in the air that was imprisoned by an invisible force.

A cold smile slowly curved the corners of his mouth.

He gently raised the Dragon Sparrow Slayer in his hand.

The blade points diagonally upwards.

The deep voice clearly reached He Manhe's ears.

"you guess."

"Will this strike kill you?"

He Manhe's body struggled violently in the air, but the invisible shackles remained unmoved.

She looked down at the young man below who was staring up at her like the Grim Reaper.

Looking into his molten gold vertical pupils, one could see the pure, unadulterated, icy killing intent within.

All the mad roars, all the hysteria, all the venomous curses
At that moment, everyone seemed to be frozen by that chilling killing intent.

The contortion on her face slowly subsided, replaced by an extreme coldness.

He Manhe stopped screaming.

She simply stared intently at Fang Qingyu's face with those equally cold, venomous eyes.

Her red lips parted slightly, her voice no longer shrill, but carrying a chill that seeped into her bones:

Fang Qingyu

You really deserve to die.

The composure, friendliness, and attempts to win him over that once filled his eyes were gone.

Fang Qingyu was not angry at all upon hearing this.

Instead, it was as if they had heard something interesting.

"Pfft-"

A sudden, abrupt chuckle escaped from his mouth.

It broke the deathly silence and somber atmosphere.

The laughter was soft and brief.

Yet it was filled with undisguised sarcasm.

Fang Qingyu tilted his head slightly, his molten gold vertical pupils burning with cold flames, like a beast locking onto its prey.

His gaze was fixed firmly on He Manhe's eyes.

A deep voice rang out clearly:

From the moment you first approached me

"Between us, it's destined to be a fight to the death."

The moment the words fell!
“Buzz——!!!”

An unimaginably violent surge of blood energy erupted within Fang Qingyu's body, like a volcano dormant for millennia!
The dark golden dragon scale patterns on Fang Qingyu's body flashed by.

Like a fleeting glimpse, so fast that it cannot be captured by the naked eye.

The moment the dragon scales appeared, a terrifying pressure as heavy as a mountain and as domineering as a dragon god, mixed with violent thunder and world-burning calamity fire, swept out like an invisible storm in an instant.

The power of the Crimson Blaze and the Bone-Corroding Lightning, like boiling lava, instantly wrapped around his body, weaving into a layer of violent energy that blended dark gold and purple-blue.

It completely enveloped and covered his entire body, along with the dragon-like phenomenon that had appeared and disappeared in an instant.

The violent energy light obscured all details.

To onlookers, all they could see was a dark golden ball of lightning and flames that suddenly lit up, resembling a small sun.

And at the center of the sphere of light, there was that blurry figure that suddenly rose higher.

"The Dragon Edict of Yuanyue!!"

A majestic, low shout, seemingly emanating from the ancient Dragon Court, resounded from the center of the sphere of light.

The Dragon Sparrow Blade was unsheathed with a fierce clang. "Clang—!!!"

The sound of the blade echoed through the heavens, carrying the supreme will to judge the world.

A dark golden lightning flame blade aura, condensed to its extreme and seemingly capable of tearing through space, lashed out like a judgment descended by an ancient dragon god.

The blade's energy surged in the wind.

In an instant, it transformed into a majestic, lightning-flame dragon, tens of meters long, with lifelike features.

This strike, unleashed by Fang Qingyu at this moment, is the pinnacle of his martial arts will and power.

It slashed down fiercely at He Manhe, who was pinned in the air and unable to make any defensive moves.

He Manhe was imprisoned in mid-air by an invisible force, like a lamb to the slaughter.
There was not a trace of fear on his face.

There was not even a struggle.

There is only one kind of extreme cold.

Those venomous eyes pierced through the raging, lightning-flame dragon, fixing their gaze firmly on Fang Qingyu's blurry figure within the dark golden lightning-flame sphere below.

Her red lips moved slightly, her voice not loud, yet carrying a curse-like power that pierced the soul, clearly echoing amidst the roar of the blade's aura:

Fang Qingyu

"next time."

"I will kill you!!!"

The moment the words fell!
“Sizzle——!!!”

The majestic and ferocious lightning dragon struck He Manhe's waist and abdomen with perfect accuracy.

The dark golden lightning exploded instantly.

The raging lightning and the world-destroying flames intertwined and raged, instantly engulfing her wine-red figure completely.

However.
The expected gruesome scene of flying flesh and charred internal organs did not occur.

There were no piercing screams.

No hot blood was sprayed.

only
"Crack! Crack! Pop!"

A series of rapid, crisp sounds, like rotten wood being forcibly torn apart and snapped by tremendous force!
The figure engulfed by the raging lightning and fire resembled a charred wooden doll, its interior already rotten.

Under the destructive power of the Thunderfire Blade Qi, it shattered into pieces in an instant.

The burgundy dress turned to ashes.

The "body" broke and disintegrated like a charred, withered tree branch.

Pieces of charred wood-grained fragments, like shattered terracotta figurines, fell from mid-air with a soft rustling sound!
Finally, it fell onto the cold, hard ice and shattered into pieces.

"Another fake?!"

The violent lightning and flame energy around Fang Qingyu instantly subsided.

The dragon sparrow, having slain its prey, clattered as it returned to its sheath.

Standing still, the molten gold vertical pupils stared intently at the rapidly dissipating lightning and fire in the sky, and at the few pieces of wood on the ground that quickly lost their last bit of spirituality and became like ordinary charcoal.

His brows were furrowed tightly into a "川" shape.

A strong sense of absurdity and a chilling coldness crept up my spine.

It's one thing if the martial arts apprentice and martial artist level are fake.

Even the Apostle level was fake! ? ?

What level of existence is that entity?

Just as Fang Qingyu's mind raced,

"Roar! Roar! Roar!"

A terrifying roar, driven to the extreme by rage, seemed to tear the entire glacial world apart, and exploded like a world-destroying thunderclap!

It is Xiangliu.

Fang Qingyu suddenly looked up.

"Nine!!!"

Nine enormous snake heads thrashed wildly, emitting deafening roars with thick, strange accents:
"I've fucking hidden in this godforsaken, ice-covered cave in the far north!!!"

"Why?! Why are you still holding onto me?!"

"Do we really have to exterminate them all?!"

The sound waves, like a tangible shockwave, carrying with them a bloody storm and millennia of resentment, raged against the walls of the ice cave, causing large chunks of solid ice to fall and crash to the ground with deafening roars.

Faced with this devastating and terrifying power and the overwhelming questions.

Suspended in the center of the chaotic storm, Jiu was as small as a speck of dust.
That pale, bloodless face remained expressionless.

Even his eyes didn't show the slightest fluctuation.

The nine enormous snake heads, as large as mountains, spewing poisonous fire and ice, and the roar that could make even a third-tier expert tremble, were nothing more than a gentle breeze.

She simply tilted her head slightly, as if confirming something.

Then, in an infuriatingly calm tone, he clearly responded to Xiang Liu's question:
"Ah."

"I'm forcing you."

She paused, as if considering her words, or perhaps stating a very simple fact.

Then, those eyes, clear in black and white yet empty like an abyss, calmly met Xiang Liu's nine pairs of scarlet snake eyes burning with hellfire:
"What can you do?"

These five words.

With a calm that disregards everything.

It carries an indifference that crushes everything.

It slammed fiercely into Xiang Liu's raging will, which was built from boundless anger and resentment.

"Roar—!!!!"

Xiang Liu has completely gone mad!

The nine enormous snake heads suddenly arched backward, like a fully drawn bow.

The crimson snake eyes were instantly filled with a violent crimson color.

It was a kind of madness that came from having one's dignity completely trampled and being driven to the brink of despair.

"You forced me to do this!!"

"Then let's die together!!!"

Xiang Liu's massive body, which resembled a mountain range, suddenly erupted with terrifying energy fluctuations.

The nine snake heads simultaneously opened their abyss-like maws!
Nine completely different, yet all containing terrifying primordial power, converged and compressed wildly within the mouths of its nine heads.

The energy of the entire underground space was being frantically drained.

A huge energy vortex was formed, spinning wildly around Xiangliu.

The ice wall is melting and collapsing.

The earth is cracking!
This is after Xiangliu, the incarnation of the Buddha, was driven into a desperate situation.

A desperate, all-or-nothing final blow.

It intends to use this world-destroying power to drag this damned "Jiu" and all the obstructive beings in this space down with it.

But just as these nine world-destroying primal forces were about to erupt, at the critical moment...

"Noisy."

Jiu's calm voice rang out again.

Compared to before, there was an extremely subtle hint of impatience?
With this "noisy" sound.

She moved!
There was no earth-shattering build-up.

There were no signs of impending catastrophe.

She was only facing the Xiangliu Dharma Body, which was as imposing as a mountain and brewing a world-destroying attack.

A pale, slender hand stretched out, looking almost malnourished.

then
Open your five fingers.

Facing the direction of Xiangliu.

A grasping motion in mid-air.

"boom--!!!"

An indescribable, terrifying force suddenly descended.

Xiang Liu's enormous, mountain-like body was as if it had been pressed down hard by an invisible hand that covered the entire sky!

"roar--?!!"

The orbs of destructive light from the mouths of Xiang Liu's nine snake heads instantly went out.

That terrifying power, capable of shaking mountains and stirring up oceans, melted and disintegrated instantly like ice and snow under the sun when pressed down in mid-air.

The enormous snake's body emitted a sickening, bone-cracking sound as it struggled under the strain!
"Boom——!!!"

A deafening roar, so deep it seemed as if the entire earth had collapsed.

Xiang Liu's Dharma body, covered in dark red flesh and scales, was forcibly...
It was pressed back into the area of ​​the altar base from which it had just broken free.

Nine ferocious snake heads were pressed firmly to the ground, creating nine huge craters.

Dust mixed with ice shards shot into the sky.

Everything.

With this seemingly casual press.
Disappear!

All that remained was a scene of utter devastation and the nine enormous snake heads that were pinned to the pit, writhing and struggling frantically but unable to lift an inch.

"Roar!"

Painful hissing and incredulous whimpers were intermittently squeezed out from the nine snake heads.

Crush!

Absolute crushing!
"Boom."

A very faint thud.

Jiu's petite figure landed lightly, like a feather, on the largest snake head in the center of Xiangliu, which was almost sunk deep into the ice.

Beneath her feet was a snake's head, larger than a house, covered in thick, dark red flesh and blood.

Standing in the center of the snake's head is like standing on a dark red plain.

The wide, old work pants were being blown about by the wind.

She lowered her head slightly.

Its clear black and white eyes calmly looked down at the snake's eye at its feet, which was trembling violently with pain and fear.

It was as if I were looking at an insect whose head had been pressed down.

The entire space fell into a deathly silence once again.

The only sounds were the muffled, painful whimpers of Xiang Liu, who was buried deep underground, and the occasional cracking sound of the ice wall collapsing.

All the imprisoned "reinforcements," including Wu Gang and Lin Wei, were as if petrified.

Their eyes were completely unfocused, and their minds were blank.

What was happening before their eyes was completely beyond their comprehension.

God?

If what was being pressed under their feet was a god they perceived as capable of destroying the world.

That petite little girl standing atop the god's head.
What is it?
Fang Qingyu and the others, even Jiang Wei who had remained expressionless throughout,
Five people were standing near the entrance to the passageway.

Looking at the figure standing on the head of the mountain-sized serpent, seemingly as insignificant as dust yet wielding absolute dominance.

Looking at that seemingly casual yet terrifying power to suppress evil spirits.

An indescribable shock, like a tsunami, swept over their minds.

Chu Kuanglan's mouth was wide open, big enough to fit a duck egg.

Lu Jiuyuan's arm holding the knife was taut with muscles stretched to the limit, his knuckles white from gripping it so tightly.

In Wei Banmeng's clear, cold eyes, the unbelievable scene was reflected, filled with extreme shock and a hint of longing.

Jiang Wei's clear red eyes lingered on that petite figure for a long time for the first time. Her small face was expressionless, but something seemed to flicker slightly deep in her eyes.

Amidst this deathly silence and awe.

Jiu stood on the head of Xiangliu's giant snake.
She turned slightly to the side, facing the entrance of the passage.

His clear, black-and-white eyes calmly swept over Fang Qingyu and his group of five.

then
She tilted her head slightly.

His face remained expressionless.

But a flicker of emotion crossed those black and white eyes.

then.

A perfectly clear sound.

The sound rang clearly in the ears of Fang Qingyu and his group of five, as well as all those who were imprisoned:

"How about it?"

“Is he handsome?”

(End of this chapter)