Fu Qingyang retreated without hesitation, drawing his sword. However, the Liangyi Magic Blade became stuck inside the furiously burning King of Terror. The next second, the Liangyi Magic Blade actively broke free from his grasp.

It had betrayed him!

The King of Magic Eyes gripped the hilt of the sword, grinning, "Not bad, this sword is mine now! Fu Qingyang, have a taste of being frozen."

Like flames clinging to bone, the fire detached from the King of Terror and returned to the sword.

As its master, he recalled the never-extinguishing flames. Then, the King of Terror switched to Fire-Stealing Sword mode, turning the flames on the blade a ghastly white.

He imitated Fu Qingyang from just now, inserting the Fire-Stealing Sword into the ground.

At the same time, his seven arms suddenly closed, trapping Fu Qingyang, who was in extremely poor condition, inside.

At this distance, with this attack, the Artificer in poor physical condition was almost certain to die.

Suddenly, a dazzling, scorching golden light erupted from Fu Qingyang's hand, surging to the back of his head and solidifying into a golden sun halo.

The pale flames surging beneath his feet vanished, the storm disappeared, and the bacteria within his body were annihilated!

Rules suppressed rules!

Fu Qingyang used the Rising Sun Talisman that Zhang Yuanqing had given him. The Rising Sun Talisman was a high-level talisman of the Night Wanderer profession. Unlike the Blood of the Sun, which only contained a portion of the power of rules, the Rising Sun Talisman made by Zhang Yuanqing could restore half of the original power.

Due to the difficulty of making them and the urgency of time,

Zhang Yuanqing only drew three, giving them all to Fu Qingyang.

Each one used was one less.

The King of Terror felt all the spiritual power and skills within his body sealed by the golden light, rendering him unable to use them. The three-headed, eight-armed dharma body did not dissipate; having reached his level, the dharma body had long been solidified, being real flesh and blood rather than a condensation of spiritual power.

However, weapons like knives, spears, swords, and halberds with armor-piercing and bleeding effects could no longer be condensed.

The King of Terror held the sword in one arm and clenched his fists with the other seven, pummeling the caged beast from all directions.

Fu Qingyang calmly drew two swords from the void, one the Golden Dragon Sword, and the other a pure black straight sword. The latter was a rule-based item of Cai Qinghe, the River Earl Seal, reforged to have the power to stir wind and thunder, plunging enemies into raging waves.

Of course, now it was just an indestructible sword.

With both swords in hand, Fu Qingyang swung his arms like Sun Wukong wielding his iron staff, turning the swords into two impenetrable circles, like two golden and black propellers.

Clang, clang, clang!

While swinging his arms, he retreated, each step leaving deep pits in the ground.

The King of Terror's fists were like a storm, but each one was deflected by the propellers, scattering dazzling sparks.

The King of Terror was like a perpetual motion machine, his arms like connecting rods, hammering fists containing terrifying power at the enemy, one after another.

His mouth wasn't idle either, chattering about provocative things: "Little Fu, you're still so weak. You clearly had such a high starting point, yet you're not even as good as ordinary family members. Poor physique, poor talent, mediocre intelligence. Someone as mediocre as you, if not for your stubborn hard work, could you have defeated your peers in the Fu family?"

"If not for the Fu family dungeon攻略, could you have cleared it smoothly in the early stages? So many dungeons, if you hadn't become a scout and gained swordsmanship talent, could you have become a sword master?"

"Have you been praised too highly, forgetting how insignificant you once were?"

The King of Terror's fists were sharp and unmatched, but his words were even sharper, cutting straight to the vital points.

"In fact, even after becoming a Lingjing Xingzhe, you still have to rely on stubborn hard work, giving up all enjoyment and entertainment, to barely keep up with your peers."

"Do you know how Fu Qingxuan used to describe you? She said you have the body of a young lady but the fate of a servant girl!"

"Now that you've achieved what you have today, do you feel satisfied? No, you're still weak. You've just jumped from a small Fu family to a bigger stage."

"On this stage where strong people from all over the world gather, you're still an insignificant character. You think your entering the Lingjing can help Yuanshi Tianzun? No, Demon Lord—I still prefer to call him Demon Lord. You think you can help the Demon Lord defeat the Lord of the Stars?"

"Stop daydreaming. Leaving aside whether you can kill me, even if you could, it would only weaken the suppression of the main formation against the Demon Lord. He still can't defeat the Lord of the Stars in the formation."

"Fu Qingyang, do you now understand how weak you are?"

Fu Qingyang was expressionless, retreating while wielding his swords. The Golden Dragon Sword in his right hand was getting shorter and shorter, shrinking from over three feet to one foot, not because it was violently broken by the King of Terror, but because it was being worn down in one shower of sparks after another.

The King of Terror's physical strength was even harder than a high-quality Sovereign sword; without being able to use sword energy, the Golden Dragon Sword simply couldn't break his defense.

Even as it wore down like a grindstone, the King of Terror curled his lips. "Fu Qingyang, I have a suggestion. If you are truly strong, let's decide life and death within an inch, in three moves. How about it?"

Fu Qingyang didn't respond, continuing to fight and retreat.

"You don't dare?" The King of Terror mocked. "The power of the Sun God has sealed all our skills. Oh, we can't use Bloodthirst or Berserk. Death is death. What are you afraid of?"

As a former trainee who had received swordsmanship training in the Fu family, the King of Terror knew very well that this kid Fu Qingyang was the type who knowingly goes toward the tiger mountain.

In certain matters, his stubbornness was no less than the Magic Eye.

So, he wanted to provoke him to change his conservative entanglement tactics and choose a more aggressive tactic.

That way, he, who possessed a demigod physique, could find an opportunity to kill Fu Qingyang; otherwise, the defense of a high-level Artificer was simply unsolvable.

In terms of fighting skills, the ancient God of War was inferior to a swordsman. Of course, even if it continued like this, the one who would win would definitely be him, the King of Terror, but the Magic Eye wasn't dead yet!

Just as this thought flashed through his mind, a figure suddenly burst out from behind Fu Qingyang, smashing a fist toward the King of Terror's face. "Fight if you want to fight, stop talking nonsense. You're just trash who's been suppressed by women your whole life."

Bang.

The Magic Eye King was grabbed by the head and slammed hard into the ground. The King of Terror inserted the Liangyi Magic Blade into the Magic Eye's heart, pinning him to the ground. All eight fists opened, like a large Iron Man beating up the Hulk, g-smashing him.

He beat the Magic Eye until his bones were broken, fractured, and his internal organs were damaged.

Fu Qingyang, fast as a sword of light, circled behind the King of Terror and slashed toward his head with a sword.

One of the King of Terror's hands pulled out the Liangyi Magic Blade and waved it backward. As sparks flew, the tiger's mouth of Fu Qingyang's hand holding the pure black sword split open, nearly causing him to lose his weapon.

Taking advantage of the force, he retreated while kicking the King of Terror's wrist holding the sword. The force penetrated the wrist, exploding with a "pop" dozens of meters in the air, and the Liangyi Magic Blade fell from his hand.

Fu Qingyang discarded the Golden Dragon Sword, which had been worn down into a short sword, caught the falling Liangyi Magic Blade, and his arms spun up, completing more than a dozen strikes on the King of Terror's hard-as-steel body.

Each sword sliced open the copper skin. The King of Terror didn't dare to face a high-level scout with one hand, so he lifted the Magic Eye King and swept him out as a weapon.

Fu Qingyang raised both swords, using the back of the blades to meet the Magic Eye King.

Bang!

The two collided, flying out together.

The King of Terror flashed, blocking the path of the two flying bodies. A whip kick broke the Magic Eye's ribs, and he turned and punched Fu Qingyang's head, the air exploding.

Fu Qingyang retreated without hesitation, drawing his sword. However, the Liangyi Magic Blade became stuck inside the furiously burning King of Terror. The next second, the Liangyi Magic Blade actively broke free from his grasp.

It had betrayed him!

The King of Magic Eyes gripped the hilt of the sword, grinning, "Not bad, this sword is mine now! Fu Qingyang, have a taste of being frozen."

Like flames clinging to bone, the fire detached from the King of Terror and returned to the sword.

As its master, he recalled the never-extinguishing flames. Then, the King of Terror switched to Fire-Stealing Sword mode, turning the flames on the blade a ghastly white.

He imitated Fu Qingyang from just now, inserting the Fire-Stealing Sword into the ground.

At the same time, his seven arms suddenly closed, trapping Fu Qingyang, who was in extremely poor condition, inside.

At this distance, with this attack, the Artificer in poor physical condition was almost certain to die.

Suddenly, a dazzling, scorching golden light erupted from Fu Qingyang's hand, surging to the back of his head and solidifying into a golden sun halo.

The pale flames surging beneath his feet vanished, the storm disappeared, and the bacteria within his body were annihilated!

Rules suppressed rules!

Fu Qingyang used the Rising Sun Talisman that Zhang Yuanqing had given him. The Rising Sun Talisman was a high-level talisman of the Night Wanderer profession. Unlike the Blood of the Sun, which only contained a portion of the power of rules, the Rising Sun Talisman made by Zhang Yuanqing could restore half of the original power.

Due to the difficulty of making them and the urgency of time,

Zhang Yuanqing only drew three, giving them all to Fu Qingyang.

Each one used was one less.

The King of Terror felt all the spiritual power and skills within his body sealed by the golden light, rendering him unable to use them. The three-headed, eight-armed dharma body did not dissipate; having reached his level, the dharma body had long been solidified, being real flesh and blood rather than a condensation of spiritual power.

However, weapons like knives, spears, swords, and halberds with armor-piercing and bleeding effects could no longer be condensed.

The King of Terror held the sword in one arm and clenched his fists with the other seven, pummeling the caged beast from all directions.

Fu Qingyang calmly drew two swords from the void, one the Golden Dragon Sword, and the other a pure black straight sword. The latter was a rule-based item of Cai Qinghe, the River Earl Seal, reforged to have the power to stir wind and thunder, plunging enemies into raging waves.

Of course, now it was just an indestructible sword.

With both swords in hand, Fu Qingyang swung his arms like Sun Wukong wielding his iron staff, turning the swords into two impenetrable circles, like two golden and black propellers.

Clang, clang, clang!

While swinging his arms, he retreated, each step leaving deep pits in the ground.

The King of Terror's fists were like a storm, but each one was deflected by the propellers, scattering dazzling sparks.

The King of Terror was like a perpetual motion machine, his arms like connecting rods, hammering fists containing terrifying power at the enemy, one after another.

His mouth wasn't idle either, chattering about provocative things: "Little Fu, you're still so weak. You clearly had such a high starting point, yet you're not even as good as ordinary family members. Poor physique, poor talent, mediocre intelligence. Someone as mediocre as you, if not for your stubborn hard work, could you have defeated your peers in the Fu family?"

"If not for the Fu family dungeon攻略, could you have cleared it smoothly in the early stages? So many dungeons, if you hadn't become a scout and gained swordsmanship talent, could you have become a sword master?"

"Have you been praised too highly, forgetting how insignificant you once were?"

The King of Terror's fists were sharp and unmatched, but his words were even sharper, cutting straight to the vital points.

"In fact, even after becoming a Lingjing Xingzhe, you still have to rely on stubborn hard work, giving up all enjoyment and entertainment, to barely keep up with your peers."

"Do you know how Fu Qingxuan used to describe you? She said you have the body of a young lady but the fate of a servant girl!"

"Now that you've achieved what you have today, do you feel satisfied? No, you're still weak. You've just jumped from a small Fu family to a bigger stage."

"On this stage where strong people from all over the world gather, you're still an insignificant character. You think your entering the Lingjing can help Yuanshi Tianzun? No, Demon Lord—I still prefer to call him Demon Lord. You think you can help the Demon Lord defeat the Lord of the Stars?"

"Stop daydreaming. Leaving aside whether you can kill me, even if you could, it would only weaken the suppression of the main formation against the Demon Lord. He still can't defeat the Lord of the Stars in the formation."

Fu Qingyang, do you now understand how weak you are?"

Fu Qingyang was expressionless, retreating while wielding his swords. The Golden Dragon Sword in his right hand was getting shorter and shorter, shrinking from over three feet to one foot, not because it was violently broken by the King of Terror, but because it was being worn down in one shower of sparks after another.

The King of Terror's physical strength was even harder than a high-quality Sovereign sword; without being able to use sword energy, the Golden Dragon Sword simply couldn't break his defense.

Even as it wore down like a grindstone, the King of Terror curled his lips. "Fu Qingyang, I have a suggestion. If you are truly strong, let's decide life and death within an inch, in three moves. How about it?"

Fu Qingyang didn't respond, continuing to fight and retreat.

"You don't dare?" The King of Terror mocked. "The power of the Sun God has sealed all our skills. Oh, we can't use Bloodthirst or Berserk. Death is death. What are you afraid of?"

As a former trainee who had received swordsmanship training in the Fu family, the King of Terror knew very well that this kid Fu Qingyang was the type who knowingly goes toward the tiger mountain.

In certain matters, his stubbornness was no less than the Magic Eye.

So, he wanted to provoke him to change his conservative entanglement tactics and choose a more aggressive tactic.

That way, he, who possessed a demigod physique, could find an opportunity to kill Fu Qingyang; otherwise, the defense of a high-level Artificer was simply unsolvable.

In terms of fighting skills, the ancient God of War was inferior to a swordsman. Of course, even if it continued like this, the one who would win would definitely be him, the King of Terror, but the Magic Eye wasn't dead yet!

Just as this thought flashed through his mind, a figure suddenly burst out from behind Fu Qingyang, smashing a fist toward the King of Terror's face. "Fight if you want to fight, stop talking nonsense. You're just trash who's been suppressed by women your whole life."

Bang.

The Magic Eye King was grabbed by the head and slammed hard into the ground. The King of Terror inserted the Liangyi Magic Blade into the Magic Eye's heart, pinning him to the ground. All eight fists opened, like a large Iron Man beating up the Hulk, g-smashing him.

He beat the Magic Eye until his bones were broken, fractured, and his internal organs were damaged.

Fu Qingyang, fast as a sword of light, circled behind the King of Terror and slashed toward his head with a sword.

One of the King of Terror's hands pulled out the Liangyi Magic Blade and waved it backward. As sparks flew, the tiger's mouth of Fu Qingyang's hand holding the pure black sword split open, nearly causing him to lose his weapon.

Taking advantage of the force, he retreated while kicking the King of Terror's wrist holding the sword. The force penetrated the wrist, exploding with a "pop" dozens of meters in the air, and the Liangyi Magic Blade fell from his hand.

Fu Qingyang discarded the Golden Dragon Sword, which had been worn down into a short sword, caught the falling Liangyi Magic Blade, and his arms spun up, completing more than a dozen strikes on the King of Terror's hard-as-steel body.

Each sword sliced open the copper skin. The King of Terror didn't dare to face a high-level scout with one hand, so he lifted the Magic Eye King and swept him out as a weapon.

Fu Qingyang raised both swords, using the back of the blades to meet the Magic Eye King.

Bang!

The two collided, flying out together.

The King of Terror flashed, blocking the path of the two flying bodies. A whip kick broke the Magic Eye's ribs, and he turned and punched Fu Qingyang's head, the air exploding.