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Chapter 72 The Divine Invocation Ritual Begins!!!
Ballroom.

Fang Qingyu slowly emerged from the darkness.

Not far away, Qi Hao, who was frowning and protecting Lin Wanqing, saw this scene.

"Qingzi, don't go!!" he called out urgently.

Ma Zhe and the others were dragging Yuan Jie backward.

Upon hearing Qi Hao's voice, they immediately looked at the figure.

"What does he want to do? Is he looking for death?"

Despite being in a state of fear, questions inevitably arose in everyone's minds.

Only Yuan Jie's eyes revealed hope.
Fang Qingyu ignored Qi Hao's shouts and stepped behind the corpses.

With a light touch of the toes, he shot out like an arrow.

The fist, accompanied by a sonic boom, slammed into the beast-faced breastplate; the Bajiquan style, imbued with the power of dragon and tiger, struck like a massive bronze bell.

boom--

The corpse, which was devouring the body, was completely unaware of what was happening.

It transformed into a shadow and crashed onto the wall in the distance.
This distance.

They would be blasted at least a hundred meters away.

"ho"

The corpse looked as if it were drunk.

He shakily got up from the ground, making unintelligible noises.

But Fang Qingyu didn't give it any time to react.

Before it could stand up completely, the elbow struck the chest protector of the corpse.

The instant the elbow struck the breastplate, gold and silver patterns suddenly spread from the neck to the elbow, and the entire right arm glowed with gold in the darkness.

Click!

The bronze mirror surface was cracked like a spider web, and the chest cavity of the corpse was visibly sunken by three inches.

But the corpses did not fly backwards.

Instead, he immediately gripped Fang Qingyu's shoulder with his withered fingers like iron clamps.

A foul, putrid stench assaulted the senses, and the jet-black fingernails pierced the fabric, only to be blocked by the Dragon Tiger Force.

"Ho-"

A sharp shriek burst from the corpse's throat, and two eerie green phosphorescent flames suddenly rose from the empty eye sockets.

Fang Qingyu's pupils shrank suddenly, and gold and silver patterns, as if alive, climbed up his neck to his right arm, instantly turning his entire arm into gold.

He twisted his waist and lowered his hips, his shoulder and back muscles undulating like waves.

His left hand was raised high, striking the corpse's arm.

Click!

The fingernails, shrouded in black mist, snapped off with a snap, and the corpse was jolted backward.

Fang Qingyu spun around and slammed his elbow into the opponent's jaw like a warhammer, sending fangs and rotting flesh flying.

However, before he could go any further...

Thick black mist suddenly gushed from the mangled jaw of the corpse, and the fangs regrowed their bronze color in the phosphorescent light.

The cracks in the breastplate began to heal themselves.

Can't be beaten to death! ?

Fang Qingyu stood there with a frown on his face.

The scene suddenly fell silent.

The corpse peeled itself off the wall.

It wriggled and made a clicking sound that sent chills down your spine.

His eyes, devoid of any emotion, were fixed intently on Fang Qingyu.

The next moment.

There's no need to wait for the corpses to move on their own.

Fang Qingyu roared like a tiger, and the golden patterns on his body in his blood-rage state burned like molten lava, while the dragon-tiger energy surged up in three waves along his spine.

Two blood-boosting events can be activated in one day.

This is the first time in history.

But Fang Qingyu had no choice; he couldn't afford to waste any more time with this damn thing.

The battle with Tong Ran had already exhausted a lot of his energy.

Drag it on any longer.

Fang Qingyu wasn't sure if he could kill it.

The roar shattered the crystal chandelier on the ceiling.

The strength of the dragon and tiger, along with the support of qi and blood.

Fang Qingyu's spine resonated with the surging of qi and blood, and gold and silver patterns spread from his neck to his entire body, like ancient talismans engraved on his skin.

He stomped his right foot on the ground, creating a hole in the floor.

"Eight Extremes—"

His shoulder blades bulged like armor in his blood-red state, and the heat emanating from his body sizzled in the darkness.

Phosphorescent flames suddenly surged from the corpse's throat.

With his arms crossed in front of his chest, layers of rust-green scales grew on his bronze armor.

"Mountain Lean!" The moment the last word exploded, Fang Qingyu transformed into a golden-red meteor and crashed into the corpse's embrace.

With the combined power of the dragon and tiger, the gold and silver patterns transformed into a molten reddish-gold color the instant they collided.

Everyone's eardrums exploded with a buzzing sound at the same time.

Qi Hao and the others instinctively raised their arms to block the flying debris.

The bronze breastplate first became dented, and then spiderweb-like cracks appeared from the center.

The sound of bones cracking came from the corpse's arms.

The withered finger joints enveloped in the black mist burst apart one by one.

Fang Qingyu continued to advance, his shoulder peaks pressing against the crumbling bronze armor, his back muscles tearing under the immense pressure.

Just as the two were about to collide with the load-bearing pillar on the east side of the banquet hall.

"break!!"

Fang Qingyu roared, his throat filled with blood and spittle, and gold and silver veins crawled up his neck and cheek.

The last half inch.

The bulging muscles wedged the corpse completely into the pillar that the two men were embracing.

Bronze armor plates poured down like a torrential rain.

The phosphorescent flames turned into blue smoke as they evaporated in the blood and qi.

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Everyone eagerly awaited the scene emerging from the darkness and smoke.

Who really won?!
Qi Hao had already rushed into the smoke.

When the smoke cleared, everyone saw Fang Qingyu kneeling on the ground, still in the position of the impact, with Qi Hao supporting him.

His right shoulder was a bloody mess, and the gold and silver patterns had disappeared like the receding tide.

Behind him, a pillar was embedded with half a broken bronze armor, and the dried bones were broken into countless pieces, each broken bone surface bearing scorched marks.

This scene left the people in the distance speechless.

This is beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

Even those near-superhumans found Fang Qingyu's combat power hard to believe.
"What kind of freak is this?!"

Yuan Ze felt bitter.

Recalling his behavior at the beginning of the banquet.

He's no different from a clown.

Bang bang bang.
But while everyone was still basking in the relief of surviving the ordeal,

Suddenly, loud applause came from the darkness nearby.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk."

"As expected of Mr. Fang."

He Manhe, dressed in an evening gown, walked gracefully out from the side.

A calm smile graced his face.

They were completely unaffected by what had just happened.

Fang Qingyu dug his knuckles deep into his palm, the lingering burning pain after the blood gushed out coursing through his veins.

He staggered to his feet with the help of Qi Hao's arm, swallowing the bloody saliva that had been stuck in his throat, his pale face turning toward the woman who always had a smile on her face.

With each word Fang Qingyu uttered, it felt as if a sharp blade was piercing his chest. "What exactly do you want to do?"

He Manhe tilted her head and broke into a neurotic smile.

Her bright red fingertips traced a line in the air: "Didn't Mr. Fang hear the answer with his own ears?"

Before the last note had even faded, the dome suddenly exploded with spiderweb-like cracks.

A ghostly blue light seeped from the cracks, coating the crystal chandelier with an eerie glaze.

The swirling dark clouds pressed down on the crowd like a swirling vortex of ink.

The banquet hall floor trembled and split open into a crimson maw, from which thick blood and fragments of organs gushed out, instantly turning the white tablecloth into a blood-stained banner.

"vomit--"

The intense smell of blood made everyone kneel down and gag.

Fang Qingyu stumbled and fell toward the edge of the pit, his pupils reflecting the eighteen levels of hell.

Countless corpses lay scattered on the ground.
There were elderly people, children, and adults.
Seeing this scene in peacetime, Fang Qingyu was speechless.

Disgusted, shocked, but mostly angry.

So there was actually more than one corpse.

The target of the Herman Horton sacrificial ceremony was not the people on this floor, but the entire hotel.

How dare you?
Fang Qingyu suddenly looked up, staring at He Manhe with wide, furious eyes.

But He Manhe no longer cared about him at this moment.

His entire body slowly floated into the air.

His face was filled with endless anticipation.

Spread your hands.

Like a representative of the gods, he murmured softly.

"Séance of the spirits"

"start!!!"

(End of this chapter)