Beiluo City Martial Field

  Silence hung heavy.

  The rivalry between Western Liang and Great Xuan had not eased; it had only grown sharper.

  Both sides had won one round each.

  The third and final round would decide the year-long wager.

  Kill count.

  No one dared question Young Lord Lu’s rules, but no one could guess exactly how this “kill enemies” round would work.

  Both teams sat in quiet recovery, healing wounds and restoring energy.

  No one spoke.

  They simply waited.

  Overlord sat high on the platform, brows furrowed.

  He had never expected the Academy students to perform so brilliantly.

  Of course, in raw bloodlust, they still fell short of Xiang Family soldiers.

  But Overlord fell into thought.

  Lack of bloodlust wasn’t a fatal flaw.

  Bloodlust could be forged—throw them into enough battles, and survivors would develop that veteran killing aura.

  But the diverse cultivation paths the Academy students displayed?

  Those were not so easily learned.

  Many required innate talent. Choose the wrong path, and you might die without ever achieving anything.

  So Overlord quietly acknowledged the Academy’s value.

  It truly had its merits.

  Dantai Xuan had calmed down too.

  Winning one round was already far beyond his expectations.

  He was content—he had always been a man who knew when to be satisfied.

  Immortal fate had slipped through his fingers time and again, yet he had never fallen into despair.

  If he weren’t content, he would have gone mad long ago.

  Dantai Xuan grinned wide, even nodding smugly at Overlord in the distance.

  Time passed.

  Beiluo remained orderly.

  Ni Yu pulled out sugar-coated Body Tempering Pills from her pouch and crunched them like candy.

  Little Yinglong on her head gave her a sideways glare of betrayal.

  As time wore on,

  the third round—kill count—began.

  BOOM BOOM BOOM!

  War drums thundered.

  Every conversation stopped. All eyes turned to the field.

  Overlord and Dantai Xuan straightened.

  Academy students meditating opened their eyes.

  It was time.

  Ni Yu, still munching pills, leapt from her chair and landed in the center under countless gazes.

  “Third round: kill count…”

  Little Yinglong perched on her head as she swept her gaze across the crowd.

  She pulled out the brocade pouch Young Lord Lu had given her.

  With a tug, jade talismans floated out.

  Buzz…

  She patted Little Yinglong’s tail.

  The baby dragon snorted, spiritual sense spreading, activating the talismans.

  Light burst forth, weaving into a profound formation.

  Misty rain enveloped the entire martial field.

  Gasps rose from the stands.

  “A formation?!”

  “The third round will take place inside this array?”

  “Young Lord Lu set this formation himself?”

  Many were shocked.

  Xie Yunling’s eyes blazed.

  “Old Xie, can you read it?”

  Sword Saint Hua Dongliu knew Xie Yunling’s obsession with formations.

  Xie Yunling shook his head. “Young Lord Lu’s formations are divine—beyond my comprehension.”

  He sighed in awe.

  This misty rain formation was utterly inscrutable.

  Formation complete.

  Smoke swirled into a vortex around Ni Yu.

  She announced:

  “Third round: kill count. Simple—the side that kills more enemies wins.”

  “These are the Young Master’s rules. Anyone with objections can take it up with him.”

  The crowd exchanged speechless glances.

  Complain to Young Lord Lu?

  That wasn’t complaining—that was suicide!

  “Now—both sides send ten people into the formation.”

  Her words fell.

  The atmosphere sharpened like a blade.

  Western Liang side: iron-clad Xiang Family soldiers stood tall, eyes burning with intent.

  Killing enemies?

  They were born for it!

  This round—they had to win!

  Academy side: students’ emotions soared.

  They had mastered the Hundred Schools—they would shine in real combat!

  “Perform well. We don’t know if the formation is dangerous—stay safe.”

  Jiang Li warned solemnly, gaze lingering on Lu Jiulian.

  “Protect yourself. You must survive.”

  “Your talent is monstrous. Only the living matter.”

  Lu Jiulian nodded, stunned.

  On the other side, Xu Chu said nothing.

  He simply walked past each soldier, patting their shoulders.

  When he reached Zhao Zixu, his eyes conveyed encouragement.

  “Don’t let one or two losses define you. Trust your spear. Trust your brothers.”

  Xu Chu still saw Zhao Zixu as his successor.

  Zhao Zixu’s face flushed with resolve.

  The earlier defeats had shaken him.

  “Go.”

  Ten Xiang Family soldiers marched into the misty rain.

  Academy students followed.

  The fog swallowed both teams.

  The formation activated.

  Ni Yu shot out with Little Yinglong, landing outside.

  RUMBLE…

  Above the formation, smoke coalesced into a massive mirror.

  Inside, faint images of the third round appeared.

  Everyone’s hearts clenched.

  Overlord, Dantai Xuan, and the others stared in shock.

  “Who… are those people?!”

  ---

  Vast Sea

  Fu Tianluo stood dumbfounded.

  Where was his compass?!

  His quasi-saint artifact compass?!

  He had no time to wonder.

  Zhulong’s attack had already descended.

  The moment she opened her eyes, the entire Vast Sea churned.

  Black and white intertwined across heaven and earth.

  Divine ability!

  Fu Tianluo was certain—this was a divine ability!

  As lord of a supreme Mid Martial world, he had once listened to a High Martial Buddha sovereign’s sermon.

  Divine abilities and Dao Intent belonged to High Martial.

  Rare enough in Mid Martial.

  Some legendary constitutions in High Martial were born with innate divine abilities—capable of slaying above their realm.

  Even more terrifying than Dao Intent.

  Fu Tianluo never imagined he would encounter one.

  BOOM!

  His compass was gone—stolen by who-knows-what.

  But without it, he was still late-stage Spirit Severing.

  He wasn’t helpless.

  Clack clack clack!

  Black and white light exploded.

  Runes covered his body.

  Fu Tianluo hovered above the sea, smoke curling around him.

  The sea boiled.

  Zhulong closed her eyes again.

  “A divine ability…”

  The runes on Fu Tianluo’s body fell away like dead leaves.

  Cold sweat soaked his back.

  Fortunately, the girl wasn’t too strong—her divine ability wasn’t as terrifying as it could have been.

  Still—scared the hell out of him.

  “My compass…?”

  Only now did he have time to panic about that.

  Why had it suddenly vanished?

  Was her divine ability “Disarmament”?!

  Far away,

  the compass disappeared.

  Du Longyang instantly broke free, power surging so violently he grunted.

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  Shockwaves sent water pillars hundreds of meters high.

  “Fight!”

  Fifth-Grade Valor Dao Intent erupted.

  Ye Shoudao, the Empress, Prince Tianxu—all broke free and charged like meteors.

  Ye Shoudao fought like a madman.

  Heartless Blade Intent slashed again and again.

  Fu Tianluo’s face darkened.

  Without the compass sealing them, facing Dao Intent wielders—especially Du Longyang—was troublesome.

  “My compass!!”

  He roared in fury.

  He ignored the incoming attacks and shot toward Zhulong.

  Zhulong’s lashes trembled.

  She raised a fist and swung.

  Runes stacked on Fu Tianluo’s fist.

  “Give me back my compass, bitch!”

  He howled, face twisted.

  BOOM!

  Fist met fist.

  The impact split the sea in half.

  Zhulong was hurled backward, crashing into the waves.

  The Red Dragon tried to cushion her—also sent flying.

  Late-stage Spirit Severing dominance was overwhelming.

  Zhulong’s combat power was only Infant Transformation level—still too weak against Fu Tianluo.

  “You all… die!”

  Fu Tianluo raged.

  Runes spread beneath his feet—Tianluo Continent’s inscription path was his true strength.

  ---

  Origin Lake, Heart Island.

  A streak of light shot in.

  Lu Ping’an, white robes fluttering, pointed a finger.

  The spiritual palm dissipated.

  The now-dull golden compass floated before him.

  “Quasi-earth tier.”

  He tapped it lightly—clear ringing sound.

  “Definitely from the High Martial Buddha Realm.”

  “That Fu Tianluo’s continent must be under that sovereign’s command.”

  Lu Ping’an mused.

  Lines danced in his eyes.

  He gripped the Sky-Covering Sword—forged from chaos energy.

  True earth-tier spirit tool.

  “New refining method… but crude.”

  He tapped the compass lightly with the sword.

  Crack…

  A fracture appeared.

  The Sky-Covering Sword’s chaos-enhanced edge was too much.

  The compass split like tofu.

  BOOM!

  Buddhist light exploded.

  A massive golden swastika shot skyward.

  Sanskrit chants and Buddha names thundered.

  Under the radiant light,

  a colossal, blurry Buddha apparition sat in the void, chanting at Lu Ping’an.

  Lu Ping’an curled his lip.

  This compass was a defective quasi-earth tier—trash discarded by High Martial standards.

  Only Fu Tianluo treated it like treasure.

  With a flick,

  Phoenix Feather Swords whistled out.

  They pierced the Buddha apparition.

  The massive figure shattered into fragments.

  ---

  Vast Sea

  Fu Tianluo, fighting five at once, suddenly clutched his chest.

  Something important had been destroyed.

  His spiritual sense link to the compass was severed.

  His eyes turned bloodshot.

  His compass!

  He came to conquer a world—lost his compass instead!

  “You all… DIE!”

  In his fury,

  his combat power exploded.

  Du Longyang took a direct hit—rune whips drawing blood.

  The Empress and Prince Tianxu were sent flying.

  But the moment they hit the water, they shot back into the fight!

  Ye Shoudao, drenched in blood, felt his shackles loosening.

  His attacks grew sharper!

  His blade trembled, barely containing the power!

  Fu Tianluo was livid.

  They really were using him as a whetstone!

  He was here to conquer—not to be training equipment!

  He formed seals.

  Metal spheres formed of stacked runes shot from his palms.

  Thousands rained down like a storm.

  BOOM!

  Countless spheres detonated, rune whips lashing across heaven and earth.

  His ultimate technique!

  Pfft!

  The Empress and Prince Tianxu paled.

  Rune whips pierced their bodies, locking them in the sky.

  Zhulong opened her eyes—black and white clashing against the whips, barely holding.

  Ye Shoudao was pierced too, blood spraying.

  Only Du Longyang could still fight.

  Through this life-or-death battle, Du Longyang fully mastered his new Yin Spirit power.

  Suddenly his eyes widened.

  He looked toward Ye Shoudao.

  Ye Shoudao was a wreck—blood everywhere, one sleeve empty.

  But his eyes blazed like daylight.

  BOOM!

  Terrifying energy erupted from his body.

  Rune whips shattered.

  His spirit, energy, and mind reached ultimate unity.

  Seawater surged into a massive flower bud.

  The bud bloomed.

  Ye Shoudao’s spiritual sense skyrocketed!

  “Breakthrough?!”

  Du Longyang’s face lit with joy!

  Under life-or-death pressure, Ye Shoudao had broken into Yin Spirit Realm!

  “You court death!”

  Fu Tianluo roared.

  Someone dared break through right under his nose?!

  He charged Ye Shoudao like a blazing sun, rune whips trailing.

  Du Longyang bellowed.

  His spear blocked Fu Tianluo’s path.

  “Get lost!”

  Fu Tianluo smashed down with a golden fist.

  Du Longyang coughed blood, spear bending.

  He used his body to buy Ye Shoudao time!

  Far away,

  the Red Dragon was shredded—scales cracked, blood flowing.

  Yet its aura also broke through.

  With a low roar, flames erupted, evaporating seawater.

  Zhulong sat atop its head.

  She had taken a beating.

  Rare for her.

  Perhaps this was what Dad wanted her to experience.

  Her bloodline surged!

  Fu Tianluo sensed it too.

  Fury boiled.

  One after another—using him as a damn whetstone!

  He was here to destroy the world—not help natives evolve!

  This was the most troublesome world he had ever tried to conquer.

  But in his eyes, they were just struggling insects.

  Who to kill first?

  He hesitated.

  Then chose Zhulong.

  Her divine ability was more threatening than Ye Shoudao’s breakthrough.

  BOOM!

  Du Longyang coughed blood again.

  Fu Tianluo streaked across the sky.

  Runes whipped the void.

  A strike that seemed to tear space itself—black cracks flickering.

  Killing blow—straight at Zhulong atop the Red Dragon.

  “No!”

  Du Longyang clutched his bleeding mouth.

  Zhulong remained calm.

  Her lashes trembled.

  She opened her eyes.

  Raised her hand.

  Black and white swirled in her pupils.

  A massive Yin-Yang Millstone appeared around her.

  It instantly engulfed Fu Tianluo.

  The millstone spun—grinding flesh and blood.

  BOOM!

  The sea surface evaporated a full layer.

  Du Longyang, Ye Shoudao, and the others stared.

  Smoke cleared.

  Half of Fu Tianluo’s clothes were shredded.

  Half his body—flesh vaporized, only white bone remained.

  The other half was barely protected by runes.

  Zhulong sat pale atop the Red Dragon.

  That Yin-Yang Millstone had drained nearly all her energy…

  But it was the second stage of her divine ability after her breakthrough.

  She had never been able to use it before.

  Now she could.

  One strike—

  nearly erased a late-stage Spirit Severing expert.

  Zhulong had broken through.

  Ye Shoudao had broken through.

  Fu Tianluo had come to destroy a world.

  Instead, he helped two natives evolve.

  He stared at Zhulong, rotting flesh sloughing off.

  Killing intent boiled.

  “You bitch… die.”

  He hissed through clenched teeth.

  His remaining intact arm rose.

  Countless rune chains poured down like ten thousand serpents.

  “Got the guts… to break through again?!”

  He sneered.

  He refused to believe she could evolve twice in minutes!

  Zhulong’s lashes trembled, beautiful face turned toward him.

  Suddenly—

  Fu Tianluo froze.

  Every rune chain—before it even reached her face—melted into nothing.

  White robes fluttered.

  Silver light flashed.

  One after another, silver gleams descended from the sky.

  They stacked before Zhulong into a silver wheelchair.

  A white-robed youth appeared out of thin air.

  He sat leisurely in the wheelchair, one hand propping his chin, the other spinning a ring.

  He looked calmly at Fu Tianluo.

  “Hm.”

  “Only two breakthroughs? You’re a pretty subpar tool.”

  ### Chapter 345: Soul… Emergence Realm?!

  The misty formation shrouded everything like Jiangnan rain in March—ethereal, dreamlike.

  Zhao Zixu felt his heart jolt, as if he had crossed vast distances through space and time.

  When he opened his eyes, he stood on a vast blood-soaked plain.

  His nine Xiang Family brothers opened their eyes around him.

  “Where… are we?”

  Someone asked.

  “This soil… it’s soaked in blood. An ancient battlefield?”

  Zhao Zixu crouched, grabbing a handful of dirt. Blood seemed to drip from it.

  Everyone’s hearts clenched.

  An ancient battlefield?

  Were their enemies… heavenly demons from beyond?!

  With cultivation now widespread, more and more people knew of heavenly demons.

  In the ancient era, there had been a glorious cultivation civilization—far more brilliant than today.

  It was destroyed by heavenly demons.

  Otherwise, this era would have been even more radiant.

  “If it really is an ancient battlefield, stay sharp. Heavenly demons are no joke.”

  Zhao Zixu said gravely.

  RUMBLE!

  The sky changed.

  Zhao Zixu’s gaze sharpened.

  The ten Xiang Family soldiers stood ready, looking up.

  A massive vortex of smoke swirled in the heavens.

  Roars echoed from beyond—like ancient demonic gods howling at the firmament.

  Immense pressure crushed down on Zhao Zixu.

  They were here!

  The roaring faded.

  Something emerged from the vortex.

  A bronze warship floated in the void.

  Upon it stood bare-chested, towering men etched with strange, ferocious runes.

  The ship’s presence seemed to collapse space itself.

  “Form up!”

  Zhao Zixu roared, spear raised toward the sky.

  His nine brothers fell into battle formation.

  At that moment, they forgot they were competing against the Academy.

  This felt too real.

  These demons seemed truly intent on invading their world.

  The cultivators on the bronze ship had eyes full of aggression—eyes Zhao Zixu recognized.

  Just like the barbarian tribes beyond Great Zhou’s borders.

  When they attacked Tiger’s Pass, their gazes had been exactly this hungry, this greedy.

  “Huh?”

  “Natives below!”

  “So the adults couldn’t enter because these natives are too weak?”

  “Kill them all! Plunder this world!”

  The giants on the bronze ship roared with excitement.

  Then—they leapt down.

  “Internal Organs realm…”

  Zhao Zixu swept his spear, eyes narrowing.

  His tense heart eased slightly.

  All enemies were Internal Organs realm.

  They still had a chance!

  “Kill count… Young Lord Lu meant heavenly demons!”

  “KILL!”

  Zhao Zixu roared, charging with spear dragging behind.

  BOOM BOOM BOOM!

  The Foundation Establishment cultivators from Golden Body Continent rained down.

  Their bodies were monstrously tough—they clearly cultivated pure physical strength!

  BOOM!

  The leader—two meters tall, fists like battering rams—smashed into Zhao Zixu.

  Zhao Zixu blocked with his spear shaft.

  The spear bent; his legs skidded backward two steps!

  “Such raw power!”

  They specialized in body refinement?!

  Ever since Young Lord Lu spread cultivation methods, old martial artists had abandoned blood-and-qi paths for spiritual qi.

  Pure body refinement was too slow.

  Yet these heavenly demons… were body refinement experts!

  Zhao Zixu and his nine brothers plunged into battle.

  Ten versus ten.

  It was brutal.

  In moments, Xiang Family soldiers were nearly routed.

  But Zhao Zixu gritted his teeth, re-formed the array, and turned the tide.

  He charged the enemy commander with everything he had.

  Meanwhile,

  Lu Jiulian and the Academy students faced their own foes.

  A crimson kasaya carried ten young monks down from the vortex.

  No compassion in their eyes—only eager aggression.

  But compared to Zhao Zixu’s bloodbath,

  the Academy side had it easier.

  They supported each other perfectly.

  ---

  Outside the formation,

  even through the barrier, everyone felt the slaughter within.

  Overlord stood, staring as if trying to pierce the mist.

  But he couldn’t.

  This was Young Lord Lu’s formation—even Tianyuan Nascent Souls couldn’t see through it.

  Yet the oppressive, bloody aura was unmistakable.

  What was happening inside?

  Suddenly—

  the formation rippled.

  With a boom,

  a blood-drenched head rolled out.

  The crowd erupted.

  Luo Cheng and the Dragon Blood Army rushed forward, picking it up.

  Luo Cheng frowned.

  “This isn’t any of the contestants!”

  Gasps.

  What?!

  There were others inside the formation?!

  Jiang Li’s fists clenched—did the third round truly risk lives?!

  And what did the head mean?

  Who were the students fighting?

  Jiang Li was tormented—he had no idea what was happening inside.

  Xu Chu was the same.

  His soldiers—his best soldiers—were in there.

  If they died meaninglessly in some formation, he would never accept it.

  Ni Yu, standing outside, felt the pouch Young Lord Lu gave her tremble.

  Twenty jade talismans floated out.

  Ten on the left engraved with “Western Liang.”

  Ten on the right engraved with “Academy.”

  Suddenly—

  one Western Liang talisman turned crimson.

  BANG!

  It exploded!

  Everyone jumped.

  A muffled groan.

  From the mist,

  a figure was hurled out—armor clanging, covered in wounds, barely breathing.

  A Xiang Family soldier!

  Xu Chu’s face changed.

  He flashed to the soldier’s side, forcing a healing pill into his mouth.

  The soldier opened confused eyes, touching his neck.

  “I… I’m not dead?”

  Xu Chu: “What happened inside?!”

  “I didn’t die? I was sure those invaders snapped my neck…”

  His eyes turned red.

  “No—my brothers are still fighting! I have to go back!”

  He staggered up, charged into the mist—

  and was ejected from the other side.

  Eliminated. Couldn’t re-enter.

  “Inside… we were on a blood-red plain, fighting heavenly demons!”

  “They were full of aggression, full of killing intent…”

  The soldier’s voice was low.

  The crowd froze.

  Heavenly demons?!

  The third round was killing heavenly demons?!

  Many turned to the misty formation.

  Faint shouts of battle and soaring bloodlust leaked through.

  Was this… just a formation?

  Or real?!

  Overlord stood at the edge, tried to enter—

  but couldn’t.

  He heard the killing cries, but they felt separated by two worlds.

  His face darkened as he returned to his seat.

  On Ni Yu’s side, only nine Western Liang talismans remained.

  Each shattered talisman meant one Xiang Family soldier had died in that battlefield.

  BANG!

  An Academy talisman exploded.

  A blood-soaked Academy student rolled out.

  Jiang Li flashed over, saving him with a pill.

  “One talisman = one life…”

  “But the wounds are real.”

  “This isn’t illusion. They’ve been sent somewhere to fight for real.”

  “This isn’t just a contest—it’s tempering!”

  Xie Yunling’s eyes gleamed.

  Space-related formations were beyond him, but that didn’t mean they didn’t exist.

  Dragon Gates, for example—he believed used spatial arrays.

  The atmosphere turned grave.

  Bloody heads kept rolling out.

  Eliminated contestants, eyes red, would grab the heads and roar:

  “This is what we killed!”

  The stench of blood filled the field.

  Talismans kept exploding.

  Both sides lost men.

  Elimination meant death on that battlefield.

  Overlord sat like a war god, chest heaving.

  Dantai Xuan clenched his fists, eyes lost.

  Everyone fell silent.

  This was supposed to be Great Xuan vs Western Liang.

  Instead, the formation had connected to a brutal slaughterhouse.

  Some thought deeper.

  What was Young Lord Lu trying to say?

  Or was such a battle… actually happening somewhere in the world right now?

  Everyone pondered.

  What kind of battlefield was that…?

  ---

  When countless silver blades converged into a wheelchair,

  all light in heaven and earth seemed to dim.

  A handsome youth in white, gentle as jade, sat elegantly—one hand propping his chin, the other spinning his ring, like a carefree noble son.

  Zhulong sat atop the Red Dragon, long lashes trembling.

  Sensing the familiar aura of “Dad,” her lips curved into dimples.

  It was over.

  Go ahead, be arrogant.

  Try being arrogant in front of Dad.

  The Red Dragon’s shattered scales and bleeding body relaxed slightly, letting out a low rumble.

  Far away,

  Du Longyang, clutching his bleeding mouth, froze—then laughed wildly, spear sweeping the sea.

  Ye Shoudao’s worried heart settled.

  He focused everything on his breakthrough.

  He had crossed Infant Transformation into Yin Spirit.

  He had to seize this chance!

  The Empress and Prince Tianxu were in worse shape.

  Near death, yet still couldn’t grasp the opportunity.

  Breakthrough wasn’t guaranteed even in mortal danger.

  But now they understood—

  they had been right.

  Fu Tianluo really was Young Lord Lu’s gift.

  A wild tool to help them shatter their shackles.

  Sadly, they lacked Ye Shoudao’s madness at death’s door.

  They flinched.

  So they failed to break through.

  Hence Young Lord Lu’s disappointment.

  The countless rune chains hanging in the air began to dissolve.

  Fu Tianluo hovered, staring at Lu Ping’an in disbelief.

  Where did this white-robed youth come from?!

  Why had he never sensed him?!

  This world had someone this strong?!

  Impossible…

  His spiritual sense swept over Lu Ping’an.

  Then his expression turned strange.

  “Qi Condensation?”

  “No… Qi Condensation can’t fly!”

  “And Qi Condensation wouldn’t dare speak of using me as a whetstone…”

  Fu Tianluo’s eyes grew cold.

  “My quasi-saint compass scanned this world—no second Spirit Severing!”

  He declared.

  The sea breeze blew.

  But the surface remained mirror-still, as if oppressed by overwhelming presence.

  Lu Ping’an smiled at his words.

  “Quasi-saint compass?”

  “You mean… this?”

  He raised his hand.

  Fu Tianluo’s eyes shrank!

  Two broken halves of dull metal.

  Put together—it was his compass!

  “My compass!”

  Fu Tianluo’s aura exploded with ultimate fury.

  He was enraged!

  Insane!

  That was his most precious treasure! The Venerable One’s personal gift! His lifeblood!

  Now split in two!

  Fu Tianluo clutched his head and shrieked.

  “You broke my compass!”

  “You’re dead!”

  He didn’t know how this wheelchair-bound weakling did it.

  He only knew boundless rage.

  Countless frozen runes surged into motion.

  Forming a roaring face that charged Lu Ping’an.

  He didn’t care what realm Lu was.

  Only the weak hid their strength!

  RUMBLE!

  The roaring face became thousands of chains—coiling into a massive rune serpent!

  It smashed down, space twisting and cracking!

  Late-stage Spirit Severing—his strongest strike!

  Fueled by the compass’s destruction, he even shook off some of the world’s suppression!

  “You used me as a whetstone? You’ll regret it!”

  “DIE!”

  Thousands of rune chains exploded outward like ten thousand serpents!

  BOOM!

  The Vast Sea detonated.

  Shockwaves radiated like a nuclear blast.

  Seawater rippled in perfect circles.

  Fu Tianluo panted in the void, face twisted with vicious satisfaction.

  That guy… had to be ash now.

  But his pupils shrank to pinpricks.

  He sensed… residual rune energy.

  Faint.

  He looked.

  Through the dispersing waves—

  the white-robed youth sat untouched.

  Still propping his chin, still spinning his ring.

  Before him—

  a shield made of stacked runes.

  Runes?

  This guy knew inscription arts too?!

  Fu Tianluo stood stunned.

  Then Lu Ping’an’s gentle laughter rang across heaven and earth.

  “Don’t worry. You still have a chance to become a qualified, excellent tool…”

  “For example, help me perfect the inscription path I just learned.”

  As his words fell,

  terrifying spiritual sense surged.

  The rune shield before Lu transformed.

  Becoming thousands of rune chains—like ten thousand serpents shooting forth!

  Exactly Fu Tianluo’s own technique!

  Facing his own move, feeling the casual, terrifying spiritual sense behind it,

  Fu Tianluo’s face turned deathly pale.

  This youth wasn’t Spirit Severing.

  He was…

  Soul… Emergence Realm?!