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In a space within Gale Canyon.

A crimson sun hung high in the sky, the sky shrouded in endless blood, and even the raging winds within the canyon were firmly blocked out.

"Do it, give him a quick death."

At Tuwen's command, the dozens of martial artists at the Spirit Sea Realm of the Great Jin Kingdom moved in unison.

They rushed towards Jiang Qin at incredible speed below the canyon, each unleashing their strongest attacks. Faced with such a vast difference in combat power, no matter how talented this young Chinese man might be...

Today, all we can do is die here in regret!

Judging from the illustrations, no matter how talented Jiang Qin is, he would have absolutely no chance of winning against dozens of martial artists of the same realm.

Once they've dealt with this kid, and then feigned an attack on Coldmoon City, their objective will be achieved.

But he had only taken two steps after turning around when he stopped.

A blood-soaked head was thrown at him and rolled in front of him.

Those wide eyes were filled with disbelief and terror.

It was as if we had encountered some kind of unspeakable terror.

The author turned around and looked down into the canyon once more.

All of his men were now headless corpses, lying scattered on the ground, staining the already glowing red ground even more crimson.

Jiang Qin casually grabbed one of the people's heads, tilted his head, and grinned:

"These people you brought seem rather weak. Their strength is even inferior to those trash from the Cult of the Gods. Or are all of you Great Jin... no, to be precise, the Basil tribe, made up of such useless individuals?"

The Great Jin Kingdom was a nation composed of hundreds of tribes, each of which placed great importance on its reputation.

After being verbally humiliated by Jiang Qin, Tu Wen's face darkened.

"I'll make you regret saying that."

A Dharma image emerged from his body, and in the blink of an eye, it condensed into a hundred-meter-tall golden Dharma image phantom, standing in this space.

A high-level pressure weighed heavily on Jiang Qin's mind.

His face showed no fear, but his eyes held only a thirst for a powerful enemy, along with a hint of determination.

"Then... let's fight!"

The moment the words left his mouth, Jiang Qin's figure had already disappeared from the spot.

When he reappeared, he was already behind the golden illusory image.

A punch, imbued with immense power, was unleashed.

The image and text gather the power of the Dharma image on the back.

The fist and the Dharma image collided, and the force of the blow spread outwards.

Jiang Qin's expression changed slightly. A tremendous force emanated from the Dharma Image, sending him flying and slamming him into the ground.

The image and text were also forced to retreat two steps uncontrollably by this attack.

His face showed shock, unable to believe that this garrison envoy could force him to retreat with a single punch.

If the Spirit Guide and the Spirit Sea are like puppies and hounds, then the Divine Image Realm is a giant elephant that could easily crush the hound. But now, this giant elephant is being forced to take two steps back.

Shock was quickly followed by excitement.

"good!!!"

"I never expected that China would send such a peerless genius as you to guard Cold Moon City. With your strength, given time you will likely become another of China's strongest figures. I never thought I, Tu Wen, would have the chance to annihilate such a peerless genius!"

He no longer suppressed it, and the pressure of the early stage of the Divine Manifestation Realm was fully released.

The illusory image of the Dharma body launched a punch at Jiang Qin.

Before Jiang Qin could recover, he was slammed into the ground. Unable to withstand the force, his body broke down, and the sound of bones breaking echoed.

The photo shows a confident expression on the face.

After this attack, the young Chinese man was no longer able to fight.

But the confidence on his face quickly froze.

In the blink of an eye, Jiang Qin climbed out of the deep pit. His clothes were stained with blood, but his exposed body showed no signs of injury, and his aura was once again at its peak.

"Big brother, are you tickling me?"

"Looks like not only those good-for-nothings from before, but you're good-for-nothing too. I wonder if you're married or not, otherwise I'd really feel sorry for your wife."

The words were spoken.

The golden Dharma image angrily raised its foot and stomped down mercilessly.

Before Jiang Qin could dodge, he was immobilized in place by a force.

Although it was only for a brief moment, it was too late for him to escape again. He was stomped on the ground by the golden Dharma image and spat out a large amount of blood, which contained fragments of internal organs.

The image, its face contorted with rage, screamed: "I refuse to believe your power to repair your body is inexhaustible! Every time you repair yourself, I'll crush you, showing you that the might of a divine being is not something an ant like you can challenge!"

After each subsequent attack, the graphic would give Jiang Qin time to recover.

Once he has recovered, I will use the power of Dharma to imprison him again, and then mercilessly trample him under my feet once more, destroying his organs.

Each time meant that Jiang Qin had narrowly escaped death.

If it weren't for the "Mysterious Serpent's Return," he would have died long ago.

But sometimes, the inability to die is a curse and a torment.

Gradually, this land became stained with Jiang Qin's blood, the blood mingling with the soil.

He didn't know how much time had passed, and he had faced death thousands of times, but Jiang Qin's recovery speed remained unchanged. However, he did not crawl out of the ground. Instead, he stared blankly at the blood-red sky, letting the attack of the Dharma form descend upon him.

The Black Serpent's return to its source could remove Jiang Qin's mangled body, but it could not take away the shadow of death that always loomed over his heart.

Jiang Qin's will was on the verge of collapse.

It was as if a little person was constantly advising him in his mind:

Don't get up again. You're not a part of this world to begin with, and it's not worth fighting so hard for.

You're only at the Spirit Sea Realm, how could you possibly be a match for someone at the Divine Appearance Realm?

You are just an outsider to this world. The Jiang family values ​​you only because of your talent. The teachers and principals at the academy treat you specially because of your talent. Without these, they wouldn't even give you a second glance even if you died a miserable death on the street. It's not worth it to become stronger for these people and suffer death time and time again!

Everything in this world is an illusion.

Close your eyes and go to sleep... When you wake up, you will be able to return to your original world and will no longer have to suffer so much pain and hardship.

Yeah... what in this world is worth risking his life for? Just take a nap.

When this thought appeared in Jiang Qin's mind, his abnormal recovery ability was suppressed, as if he had run out of energy.

"Haha, so you've finally reached your limit?"

Upon discovering this clue, the person in the photo burst into unrestrained laughter, a lingering fear in their eyes.

Because this Chinese kid is too abnormal.

If he were placed on the same level as such a person, he wouldn't even qualify to become their stepping stone.

And now... he will personally erase this fear!

"This is the final blow, die!"

Just as Tuwen raised his foot to land again, several flying knives came from behind with a whooshing sound.

The throwing knives attacked the same spot one after another, with the force continuously increasing.

Finally, the last throwing knife successfully broke through the Dharma Image's defense, its blade aimed straight at Tuwen's head...