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Chapter 364 Can I become a god quickly? I'm in a bit of a rush! (Please vote with monthly tickets! Thank you!!)
The movements were not fast.

It even carries a sense of sluggishness.

It seems like it hasn't moved in a long time.

The bones in the neck and shoulders made a clear clicking sound.

His long, gray hair cascaded down his shoulders like flowing moonlight as he turned his head, revealing half of his profile.

The skin was a lifeless bluish-gray.

The cheekbones, with their sharp angles, were completely devoid of color.

However, this profile does not appear grotesque or rotten.

Just like a normal person.

Finally, he turned around completely.

His lips were thin and sharp, his nose was high and straight, and his brow bones were prominent.

His eyes were also fully open with normal pupils.

However, the color of its pupils was a dull, dark gray.

He bears the title of "King Corpse".

Fang Qingyu was a complete stranger to him.

But the other party seemed to be quite familiar with Qingyu.

The moment those lifeless gray eyes focused on Fang Qingyu.

Those deep gray pupils, which had been as calm as an ancient well, suddenly contracted.

An extremely intense emotional upheaval, like a boulder thrown into stagnant water, exploded on his ashen face.

Shock, disbelief, confusion.

Even a hint of inexplicable fervor?!
He suddenly stood up from the skeletal throne!
The speed of his movement contrasted sharply with his earlier slow turn.

A gust of wind stirred, ruffling his dark gold bone robe and gray-white long hair.

He stared intently at Fang Qingyu, his pale gray lips trembling slightly, as if he were trying his best to make out something.

Then came a series of words spoken in a dialect so thick they were almost indistinguishable.

It murmured from his mouth like a dream:

"No, it must be him."

That accent is ridiculously heavy with dialect.

Fang Qingyu frowned slightly upon hearing this.

I couldn't understand it at all.

But the king's corpse reacted too strangely.

The other person seemed to know him?
Or rather, recognizing some special aura about him?
But at this moment, finding Chen Yuanshan is the primary objective.

Although the king's corpse was a bit strange, it did not show any obvious hostility.

Fang Qingyu then ignored the cryptic murmurs coming from the corpse.

Instead, it quickly swept across the entire magnificent underground palace.

The dome soars high, with towering white bone pillars standing tall, and the ground is paved with huge bluestone slabs, covered with cracks from the passage of time.

Apart from the entrance, the throne, and the passage he had come from, the entire hall was completely empty and open to the naked eye.

Only behind the throne.

It also seems to be connected to other areas.

Therefore, Fang Qingyu no longer hesitated. With a swift movement, his figure, covered in faint starlight, instantly transformed into a blurry stream of light, rushing straight towards the unknown dark area behind the Bone Throne.

"Roar--!"

"Ouch!"

"Ho!"

The three ancient corpses were astonished that Fang Qingyu dared to disregard the presence on the throne.

It even charged straight towards the forbidden area behind the throne, letting out an angry roar.

The broken halberd of the white-haired corpse emitted a ghostly light, while the red-haired corpse's entire body bristled with red hair and burned with crimson ghost fire, poised to pounce!

However, just as they were about to suddenly attack and block Fang Qingyu...

On the throne, the king's corpse, who had just stood up in shock, remained.

But suddenly, it raised a hand covered with dark gold and fine bones.

He pressed down on the void, facing the direction of the Three Corpses.

An invisible pressure descended instantly.

The three ferocious ancient corpses were as if they were being pressed down by an invisible giant hand, their violent roars abruptly stopped, and their forward momentum was frozen in place.

The surging corpse energy emanating from their bodies was forcibly suppressed back into their bodies.

The three-colored will-o'-the-wisps flickered wildly, revealing immense pain and unbelievable confusion.

They turned their heads with difficulty, their will-o'-the-wisps staring intently at the throne, emitting a whimpering sound of grievance and confusion from their throats.

It was as if they were questioning each other.

why?
Why are you stopping us from protecting the king's territory?

Why was this blasphemer allowed to break in?
The king's deathly gray eyes were now flashing with an extremely complex light.

He ignored the three corpses' questions.

Her gaze remained fixed on Fang Qingyu's speeding figure.

Watching the starlight about to disappear into the darkness behind the throne.

Just as Fang Qingyu's figure was only a few steps away from the dark passage behind the throne.
The corpse spoke.

It was no longer that obscure and difficult-to-understand dialect, but instead a federal language with extremely non-standard pronunciation.

"Are you searching for my king?"

Fang Qingyu's speeding figure suddenly stopped.

As the starlight faded, he stopped in the shadows behind and to the side of the throne.

He turned abruptly, his gaze falling on the greyish-blue figure seated high on the throne.

The other party actually took the initiative to communicate in a way that he could understand?

And it mentioned the king?

"Is Chen Yuanshan your king?"

Fang Qingyu's voice was direct, with a hint of probing.

"Roar!!!"

"Ouch——!"

“Ahhh!!!”

Fang Qingyu addressed Chen Yuanshan by his given name.

It was like lighting a powder keg.

The three ancient corpses below, which had been held down by the oppressive aura of the King Corpse, suddenly went berserk.

They roared deafeningly and struggled frantically.

He tried to break through the suppression of the king's corpse and tear that madman who dared to call out the king's name to pieces.

However, the king's corpse on the throne showed no anger or offense on its gray face in the face of the three corpses' violent reaction and Fang Qingyu's direct questioning of its name.

His deep gray eyes were devoid of any emotion.

Instead, he nodded slowly.

"Yes."

A simple and clear syllable is uttered.

All the struggles and roars of the three mummified corpses came to an abrupt end at this moment.

They stiffly turned their necks, their three pairs of eyes burning with different colored ghost flames staring intently at the king's corpse on the throne with incomprehensible confusion and bewilderment.

Why did you admit it?
Instead of punishing the blasphemer, they answered his question.

And they're preventing us from attacking this blasphemer?
why?
Huge question marks almost popped out of their empty eye sockets.

They crouched low, emitting incomprehensible, confused, and aggrieved hoarse sounds from their throats.

It was as if they were asking a question silently.

Fang Qingyu's expression turned extremely strange as he watched this scene.

This script is wrong.

Logically speaking, since this intruder addressed their king by his name and clearly came to cause trouble, the king, who was obviously the highest-ranking corpse, should at least show hostility, even if he didn't immediately order an attack.

The results of it?
He not only nodded in acknowledgment that Chen Yuanshan was the king, but his attitude towards him also revealed a kind of cooperation that was hard to explain.

He even seemed somewhat pleased to see himself causing trouble for Chen Yuanshan.

Could this corpse be a mole within Chen Yuanshan's camp?
Fang Qingyu's mind flashed with this absurd yet seemingly the only explanation for the current situation.

But whatever the king's intentions were, since he had pointed out the direction...

Then there's no reason not to go and take a look.

Without further hesitation, Fang Qingyu walked towards the center of the underground palace pointed to by the King's corpse.

And just as they approached the central ground.

The king's corpse slowly raised its hand, covered with dark gold bones, and pointed it at the empty area in the center of the underground palace. Its five fingers were slightly spread, and then it gently pressed down.

hum-

An invisible wave emanated from the palm of the corpse king.

Immediately afterwards, the ground in the center of the underground palace, covered with huge bluestone slabs, began to shake violently without warning!
"Crack. Rumble."

A dull, loud scraping sound of rocks rang out.

Under the astonished gazes of Fang Qingyu and the three corpses below.

The ground began to slide neatly to both sides.

A blinding dark red light, accompanied by an intensely suffocating stench of blood, suddenly erupted from the depths of the cracked ground.

In an instant, half of the underground palace was bathed in an eerie crimson light.

Fang Qingyu's gaze immediately fell on the cracked ground.

Below the crack, there is a pool made of coagulated blood plasma.

The viscous, dark red liquid in the pool writhed and surged slowly, like a living creature.

It emits a nauseatingly sweet and fishy smell.

And right in the center of the blood pool.

A figure was sitting cross-legged, most of his body submerged in the viscous, dark red blood.

It was Chen Yuanshan.

His eyes were closed, and the previous madness was gone from his face.

All that remained was a tranquility that was almost nihilistic.

Beneath the bare upper body skin, dark red blood light slithered wildly like countless tiny venomous snakes.

It outlines strange and intricate patterns.

His lower body was soaked in blood, but the waist and abdomen that Fang Qingyu had previously blasted apart had been completely healed.

An aura far more inhuman than the one he had experienced in the underground space slowly revived within him.

It seemed to sense the opening of the ground above and the sudden gaze directed down.

The moment Fang Qingyu saw his face clearly.
In the center of the blood pool, Chen Yuanshan's tightly closed eyes suddenly snapped open.

boom!
Two beams of blood-red light, devoid of any human emotion and possessing only pure divine indifference, instantly pierced through the space above the blood pool and struck Fang Qingyu's face with unparalleled precision.

Eyes facing each other.

The air seemed to freeze at this moment.

There were no words, no roars, not even the slightest extra emotional fluctuation.

Only the purest, coldest killing intent swept up like a cold wave!

The next second—

"boom!!!"

A deafening explosion resounded above the pool of blood.

Chen Yuanshan, who was sitting cross-legged in the center of the blood pool, suddenly disappeared.

In Fang Qingyu's starry eyes, he saw an extremely fast blood shadow tearing through the air, carrying a chilling, bloody wind and boundless killing intent, appearing in front of him in an instant.

A fist covered in a viscous, dark red blood-like light, with veins bulging and writhing beneath its skin like coiled dragons, slammed down fiercely toward Fang Qingyu's face without any fancy moves.

Speed ​​and power far surpass what they achieved in the underground space.

Faced with this sudden punch, Fang Qingyu's eyes instantly sparkled.

Instead of retreating, he advanced and threw a punch as well.

His right fist, covered in a dark red that was almost black and flowing with countless silver star-like crystals, struck first despite being behind.

"boom--!!!"

Their fists clashed violently without any fancy moves.

Like two meteorites colliding in the void.

A terrifying shockwave, visible to the naked eye and mixed with dark red blood light and dazzling starlight, exploded outwards from the center of the two men's fists.

A violent shockwave instantly swept through the entire hall.

The thick layer of ashes on the ground was lifted up, like a white sandstorm.

Fang Qingyu's feet were firmly planted on his feet, and his body, covered in star crystals, remained as stable as a mountain, completely still.

Fang Qingyu actually caught Chen Yuanshan's terrifying punch, which was unleashed with the power of the Blood Pool.

His fist was covered in a sticky, bloody sheen.

Fang Qingyu's five fingers, covered in star crystals, gripped her tightly.

Fang Qingyu felt the violent power containing a divine aura emanating from the opponent's fist.

A knowing glint flashed in the depths of her starry eyes.

really!

At this moment, Chen Yuanshan's title has changed.

【Title: Corpse Driver - Bloodline Ancestral Embryo (Incomplete)】

Although it is still in the "incomplete" state.

However, the title has already been prefixed with the word "honorary title".

And that inhuman, purely divine indifferent gaze.

All of this demonstrates that Chen Yuanshan is crossing the boundary between the mortal and the divine.

He is at the final juncture of his transformation.

One foot has already stepped into the realm of the gods.

He went to great lengths to lure himself to the deepest part of this underground palace, even at the cost of sacrificing his own grandson.

The final step is missing.
The answer is ready to come out.

The only flaw was Fang Qingyu's body, which Chen Yuanshan considered the perfect kindling.

In the instant Fang Qingyu's mind raced...
Chen Yuanshan's fist was tightly gripped by Fang Qingyu.

There was no frustration or anger on that calm and indifferent face.

He suddenly opened his mouth!
"puff--!"

A dark red mist of blood, emitting a pungent, sweet, and extremely corrosive odor, gushed from his mouth like a high-pressure water jet, instantly enveloping Fang Qingyu's face.

hum-

The star crystals covering Fang Qingyu's body suddenly burst forth with an unprecedentedly brilliant light.

Countless tiny silver stars surged and swirled like a boiling galaxy.

Instantly, a barrier of starlight formed in front of him.

Chi chi chi——

The viscous blood mist crashed against the starlight barrier, producing a violent, teeth-grinding corrosive sound.

The dark red mist and the dazzling starlight intertwined and vanished wildly, rising up large plumes of foul-smelling blue smoke.

Just as the blood mist obscured the view and the starlight barrier trembled violently...
A burst of blood suddenly erupted from Chen Yuanshan's arm.

"Hey!"

A piercing tearing sound rang out.

He actually tore apart the sticky blood and skin covering the front of the arm that Fang Qingyu was holding.

Like a cicada shedding its shell, it sheds part of its outer shell.

He instantly broke free from Fang Qingyu's grasp. Whoosh!
There was a flash of blood.

Chen Yuanshan's figure had already transformed into a streak of blood, shooting back in an instant.

It landed steadily back on that high and mighty skeletal throne.

Thick, dark red blood writhed wildly at the tip of his severed arm.

Almost instantly, a new hand covered with dark red, scaly keratin grew out.

Chen Yuanshan sat upright on the throne, his broken arm now fully healed.

He looked down at Fang Qingyu, who was shrouded in blood mist and shimmering with starlight.

In those blood-red, divine pupils.

For the first time, a hint of the sinister and surprised nature that belonged to Chen Yuanshan's true self was revealed.

He also noticed the unusual appearance of the throne.

The king's corpse that sat there before, exuding a deep and eerie aura, is nowhere to be found?
"Where is the king's corpse?!"

Chen Yuanshan's cold gaze swept down to those below who were still being held in place by the oppressive power of the King's corpse.

Three ancient corpses with blank expressions.

Feeling Chen Yuanshan's gaze and questioning, the three corpses became even more flustered and aggrieved.

The white-haired corpse pointed at Fang Qingyu with a "ho ho" sound, then at the throne. The gray-haired corpse brandished its bone axe, gesturing for the king corpse to raise its hand to stop them. The red-haired corpse roared anxiously, repeatedly pointing to the spot where the king corpse had stood before, then at Fang Qingyu.

The meaning is obvious.

It was the corpse of the king that stopped us, and then he himself disappeared.

As Chen Yuanshan listened to the chaotic roars and gestures of the three corpses, and watched their anxious expressions as they pointed at Fang Qingyu and then at the empty throne, veins instantly bulged on his dark red forehead.

"You bastards! I am your king!!!"

Chen Yuanshan slammed his palm on the armrest of the throne.

The armrests of the throne, made of countless enormous skeletons, instantly shattered into a large section.

"I have exhausted my efforts to revive you and bestow upon you the power to protect this place. How dare you betray me?!"

His voice was filled with unbelievable rage.

The king's corpse was the key to his control over this ancient underground palace.

He was an important caretaker and assistant in his plan.

He disappeared at the most crucial moment?

Fang Qingyu waved his hand to dispel the remaining blood mist and green smoke in front of him, and the starlight barrier retracted.

He looked at the furious Chen Yuanshan on the throne, then glanced at the three aggrieved, angry but speechless ancient corpses below.

A slight smile involuntarily curved his lips as he chuckled softly:
"Looks like you're not doing a very good job as a king?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Yuanshan forcibly maintained his indifference and calmness, a state befitting a demigod.

Suddenly, my defenses crumbled.

The veins on both sides of his temples throbbed wildly like writhing dragons.

Beneath the dark red skin, blood surged wildly.

The face, which barely maintained its human form, even showed a slight distortion.

He stared intently at Fang Qingyu, his deep red pupils burning with resentment and murderous intent.

His voice trembled sharply with extreme anger:

"Is all you can do is talk the talk, Captain Fang? That's rather disappointing!"

Before he finished speaking——

hum! ! !
A far more terrifying and sinister aura than before suddenly erupted from Chen Yuanshan's body.

He slowly raised his newly grown hand, covered with dark red scales.

In the palm of your hand.

Dark red light gathered and solidified wildly.

A sword!

A long sword, dark red in color, as if formed from filthy blood.

It slowly appeared in his palm!

The sword is long and narrow, about three feet long, with a strange curve that resembles a spine.

On the hilt of the sword, there is a dark gold cross relief, which is shrunk countless times but is still clearly visible.

The entire sword exudes an intense, almost overwhelming, bloody, divine aura.

That aura originated from the same source as the enormous black cross-shaped divine armor from before.

Fang Qingyu's starry eyes instantly revealed a hint of understanding.

Therefore, the cross mentioned earlier was not the actual object.

The sinister longsword before us, radiating an ominous blood-red light, is the true form of that divine weapon.

That enormous cross shape.

It is probably just a function it uses to perform large-scale blood sacrifices and extract power.

Chen Yuanshan held a longsword with a blood-red cross in his hand, the tip of which pointed diagonally at the ground.

Thick, dark red blood flowed and dripped from the sword like a living thing, burning into the ashes on the ground and producing hissing white smoke.

He noticed the knowing look that flashed in Fang Qingyu's eyes.

A wicked smile curved his lips, his voice filled with arrogance and fanaticism:
"Captain Fang, do you know what kind of sword this is?"

His tone mimicked the ancient accent of the King of Corpses.

However, it appeared very stiff and artificial.

Fang Qingyu looked at the blood-stained cross sword.

Feel the terrifying aura surging from it, no less powerful than that of a divine bone creation.

His eyes, however, remained calm and undisturbed.

He shook his head slightly.

"I'm not interested in knowing."

Before he finished speaking——

Boom! ! !

"Star skeleton!!!"

Fang Qingyu's low roar was like a decree issued at the beginning of the universe.

The dark red, almost black crystal covering his entire body instantly transformed into a deep, pitch-black background, like a curtain of the universe.

Countless dazzling silver stars lit up the pitch-black background with unprecedented density and brightness.

It outlines a vast and boundless star map.

On either side of his forehead, a pair of crystalline horns, shimmering with starlight, pierced through the void in an instant, like the crown of a star-sea deity.

Shattered Star Dou Kui System.

Star Remains Form, Full Power Unleashed!

This is just the beginning!
"Shenxiao!!!"

hum-

The golden divine lightning exploded violently, and countless golden lightning bolts instantly wrapped around his left arm, which was covered with black star crystals, and his entire left half of his body.

The raging power of thunder merged into the star's veins, transforming into a surging thunder bloodline.

On his left arm, golden lightning patterns moved like living things, emitting deafening crackling sounds.

The Divine Firmament System.

Primal Thunder, perfectly fused!
Then the Border Patrol system was also revealed from his body.

Three fundamental forces originating from different professional systems were pulling wildly within Fang Qingyu's body.

Ultimately, under the forceful control of the Star Remnant Form—the most powerful furnace—and the skeleton, a violent but brief balance was achieved.

But it's not over yet.

"The Dragon's Craftsmanship of the Shun Era!!!"

Fang Qingyu shouted again in a low voice.

Two small golden dragons instantly wrapped around his arms.

The already terrifying aura surged even higher.

All combat-related qualities were pushed to the pinnacle, exceeding all limits.

This is Fang Qingyu's combat strength at his peak.

The three systems merge into the ultimate form.

The next second—

Swish!
Fang Qingyu's figure suddenly disappeared from the spot.

Only a ring of gas explosion cloud remained in place, forcibly dispersed due to its excessive speed.

On the throne, Chen Yuanshan's blood-red pupils suddenly contracted to the size of pinpoints.

too fast!
It was so fast that even his demigod-like perception could only capture a three-colored afterimage that tore through space.

He instinctively raised the bloodstained cross sword, which was almost in his hand, in an attempt to block.
boom--

Fang Qingyu's fist was covered in three-colored flames of destruction.

It seemed to have traversed a vast distance, striking the blade of the hastily placed Bloodstained Cross Sword without any flourish.

"clang--"

A terrifying, deafening roar instantly engulfed the entire underground palace.

A shockwave, a mixture of starlight, thunder, and light and darkness, spread wildly in a spherical shape from the point of impact.

Click-click——

The skeletal throne beneath Chen Yuanshan's feet was instantly covered with spiderweb-like cracks, and then it shattered with a deafening roar.

"Ugh—!"

Chen Yuanshan felt a tremendous force, like a galaxy being reversed, piercing his arm and body through the blood-stained cross sword.

puff!
He felt a sweet taste in his throat, and a mouthful of dark golden blood spurted out uncontrollably.

His body was like a kite with a broken string, violently blasted away by this enormous force.

With his feet firmly planted in the ground, trying to steady himself, he actually carved two terrifying trenches, each over a hundred meters long, into the incredibly hard bluestone slabs of the underground palace.

The rubble mixed with ashes shot into the sky.

He only managed to stop when his back slammed hard against a massive white bone pillar supporting the dome, producing a dull thud and causing the entire underground palace to shake violently once more.

The bloodstained cross sword in his hand emitted a sharp, piercing hum.

The dark red light on the sword surged wildly, flickering and erratically, as if it were wailing or being utterly enraged.

Chen Yuanshan leaned on his sword, barely managing to stand, and wiped the dark gold blood from the corner of his mouth.

Beneath the dark red skin, a blood-red light surged wildly, repairing the internal turmoil.

He raised his head, his blood-red divine pupils fixed on Fang Qingyu, who was slowly retracting his fist a hundred feet away.

His eyes were filled with disbelief, anger, and a utterly horrified disbelief that had completely shattered his understanding of the world.

"You...you deliberately let yourself be dragged down?!"

His voice was distorted and changed due to extreme shock.

He finally understood.

Why was Fang Qingyu's combat power so strong in the blood-red space on the surface?

But it doesn't seem to have reached the point of crushing the cross?
Why was he dragged into the abyss by the bondage of the cross?

It turns out the other party did it on purpose!
They deliberately feigned weakness to lure the enemy into the depths of this underground palace.

They deliberately waited until Chen Yuanshan revealed all his trump cards and even began his final transformation before unleashing this power that was enough to crush a demigod!
What utter arrogance and overconfidence!

Is this treating Chen Yuanshan, and his decades-long plan to become a god, as nothing more than a game of waiting for the prey to reveal its full claws?
This is no longer a matter of confidence.

This is arrogance stemming from believing oneself to be absolutely invincible.

Fang Qingyu looked at Chen Yuanshan's questioning gaze, his face, covered in tri-colored flames, remained expressionless.

Only in those burning eyes did a hint of mockery, bordering on pity, flash across them.

He shook his head slightly, too lazy to answer the question, and instead asked in a curious tone:
"Can you still become a god? Aren't you just one step away?"

Fang Qingyu is waiting.

They are waiting for Chen Yuanshan to complete the final step and become a true god.

Then kill him.

Only in this way can one obtain the divine origin.

Whether used for the growth of border patrollers or converted into a massive amount of skill points.

It’s okay.

This is how to maximize profits.

After all, he'd been playing along with Chen Yuanshan for so long; he should at least get some interest in return.

Chen Yuanshan understood.

He understood the naked meaning behind Fang Qingyu's words.
silence.

Silence enveloped the underground palace, which had been ravaged by the shockwave.

Only the bloodstained cross sword hummed unwillingly.

And Chen Yuanshan's heavy, suppressed breathing.

The three ancient corpses below, which were being held down by the oppressive aura of the King's corpse, were completely dumbfounded at this moment.

They looked at the supreme king in their eyes.

He was actually blasted away by the intruder's punch, coughing up blood in a sorry state.

Then he heard Fang Qingyu's words, which sounded like a verdict.
The battle was clearly one-sided.

But no matter what, Chen Yuanshan is their king, and if they don't help him when he's in trouble, they'll be sinners.

So the red-haired mummy among the three gritted his teeth and braced himself to go up and help.

But just as he was about to leave, a hand suddenly stopped him.

It was the same king's corpse that had suddenly disappeared. He looked at the group with exasperation and cursed, "Are you idiots? Going up there to your deaths at a time like this?!"

Upon hearing this, the three mummies began to howl in aggrieved voices.

The implication is clear: if the king is in trouble, it's better for them to go up and die in his place than to stand here and do nothing.

Upon hearing this, Wang Shi rolled his eyes in a remarkably human manner and said, "Don't worry, Chen Yuanshan is fine for now, and the other one is our true future king."

Upon hearing this, the three mummies instantly showed anger in their eyes.

It seems they really want to accuse the King of Corpses of doing this!?
However, due to the relationship between the two sides and the difference in strength, the three mummies growled in low voices but dared not do anything.

Seeing this, the corpse king said irritably, "When have I ever harmed you? We've had 18 masters, and I still managed to keep you all alive!"

"A king who dies is not our true king, do you understand?"

"And I see the other one as our true king of the past two thousand years!!"

The battlefield is so sad.

Chen Yuanshan lowered his head, his long, dark red hair falling down and obscuring his expression.

He leaned on the bloodstained cross-shaped sword.

He was trembling slightly from extreme anger and humiliation.

After a few seconds.

He slowly raised his head.

All the shock, anger, and humiliation on his face
They've all disappeared.

All that remained was an extreme coldness.

He suddenly plunged the bloodstained cross sword in his hand into the ground beneath his feet.

puff!

The blade went straight down to the hilt.

"Ho ho ho"

A low, eerie laugh escaped from deep within his throat.

It's getting bigger and bigger, and more and more insane!

"Very well! Very well! Fang Qingyu! You want the origin of divinity? I will grant your wish!!!"

Accompanied by his hysterical roar
Boom! ! !
A deep, muffled heartbeat suddenly echoed from the deepest part of the underground palace.

A deafening roar erupted from beneath the torn pool of blood!
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