Chapter 914: Chapter 636: Fall of the World Venerable (Monthly Ticket at the Start of the Month)
"Hahaha."
The Thunder Realm Venerable laughed.
Fang Xingyu waved her hand; a flaming giant blade solidified, its scorching heat melting the void, burning fissures into the earth’s crust.
She sighed and said:
"The gods of the Divine Court are simply too merciful. Though they don’t need faith to persist, they still granted those low-level creatures under the firmament a sliver of space to survive. If you ask me, back in the era of the Great Wilderness, humanity and their vile ilk should’ve been exterminated, the true spirits wiped out—leave behind only the divine and the divine bloodlines. Without these pig-like, endlessly breeding lowly beings, the Evil God of Stars would never have set sights on the faith and incense offerings of this universe! There would be no divine war! None of the endlessly wretched disasters that followed!"
Fang Xingyu was an absolute racial supremacist of the Divine Race. Perusing the histories of the universe, she found that whether it was divine war or civilizational strife, all roots traced back to humanity. Humans, in truth, were greedier than the gods, more unscrupulous than the gods, and loved to cloak themselves in the pretense of benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom, and faith—yet their nature was anything but noble.
She had long harbored these words, and only now, as the Dragon and Phoenix Clans raised the banner to eliminate Divine tyranny and crusade against the Divine Alliance, did she let them erupt.
The Thunder Realm Venerable’s eyes narrowed slightly.
Though he shared such thoughts, he would never speak so openly. After all, the Divine Alliance still needed to save face, not reveal everything so brazenly.
Lu Chenzhou laughed darkly and said:
"Venerable Fang is done pretending? Though everyone already knows the Divine Alliance’s true face, I still don’t mind broadcasting this projection to the world."
The Candle Dragon Order floated up.
He continued, "On one point, you are right. Under the heavens, in the end, it’s strength that decides all."
Fang Xingyu hefted her blade as she approached, laughing softly: "Since I dare to speak, I stopped caring long ago. Land Army Master, let me have a taste of your big spear!"
Weng! She swung down her blade, its trembling, resonant hum transforming the blade-light into a Bi Fang Divine Bird that lifted its throat and sang. Flames burned even the boundary barrier into molten dissolution.
"As you wish!"
Lu Chenzhou advanced rather than retreating, becoming a flash of lightning low beneath the heavens like a soaring hawk. The spearpoint lifted upward—the Tiger Soul Spear stabbed into the divine bird’s belly and then slashed fiercely, splitting the bird in two, reducing it to drifting, shattered flames.
Fang Xingyu felt a chill on her back and hurriedly twisted her blade to fend it off. Amid the clash of metal, Lu Chenzhou’s form was bounced away, his big spear undulating like a serpentine dragon.
"Such speed." Fang Xingyu’s heart was shocked. "Indeed, this one is terrifying post-Eighth Realm—even if his realm is unsettled, his presence is only half a step below mine."
Because Lu Chenzhou’s Qi Blood Limit was nearly at the Eighth Realm, Fang Xingyu mistook him for having already broken Eight, never imagining he was still at the Seventh Realm,
Having seen Lu Chenzhou herself, on the contrary, she felt relieved. If the other party were truly Seventh Realm and had killed Achilles, then she would not have slept a wink—because once such a man reached Eighth Realm, he could crush her utterly!
Might even stand shoulder to shoulder with those of the Third Step.
Leap directly to the apex of the pyramid.
Clang, clang, clang!
In Yin Jiujiao’s eyes, Lu Chenzhou’s form had completely vanished—only a streak of lightning darted freely between heaven and earth, manifesting only briefly when he clashed against Fang Xingyu.
"His speed—almost no inferior to the Gale World Venerable—he’s utterly suppressing Fang Xingyu, his momentum far stronger than mine. He must be Eighth Realm—how is this possible? When I was at Seventh Realm’s limit, he was merely early Seventh Realm. Just a fleeting twenty or thirty years, and he’s surpassed me and reached Eighth? Isn’t the Martial Arts path supposed to be more and more limiting in potential?"
He had heard the evaluations of Divine Race elders and top experts across the Three Thousand Realms, all saying that the Martial Arts path grew slower and slower, in the end no different from Qi Refiners. And with such a short lifespan, offered no advantage in Enlightenment of Dao.
But looking at Lu Chenzhou,
He could see none of that.
Indeed, it seemed Lu Chenzhou progressed ever faster. Judging by intelligence gathered, factoring in the difficulty of each breakthrough, Lu Chenzhou’s slowest ascension was ironically the years it took him to break from mortal to transcendent.
As Divine Race,
They were born transcendent.
"Now, in Lu Chenzhou’s hands, I fear I couldn’t last ten moves." Yin Jiujiao sighed.
The Thunder Realm Venerable had yet to act.
He observed the duel between Lu Chenzhou and Fang Xingyu, inwardly alarmed: "The aura this one gives off is strange—feels close to Eighth Realm, but still missing something. Could he truly be only a Seventh Realm?"
If so, that was utterly terrifying.
Seventh Realm body, reversing to cut down an Eighth Realm, and not just anyone—Achilles, a veteran powerhouse with a Supreme Treasure.
Such a thing—no record in all the annals.
In truth, for nearly ten millennia, no one had ever, without relying on Supreme Treasures or realm-surpassing artifacts, defeated an Eighth Realm through their own ability.
Lu Chenzhou was the first.
Time streamed by.
After achieving Perfection in the "Sky Escape Chapter," Lu Chenzhou’s speed soared to the limit. The Red Feather Divine Race excelled in slaughter, not speed, and Fang Xingyu’s weapon was a super-heavy blade forged from star remnants.
Thus, her style was one of overwhelming force defeating myriad arts.
Average speed.
Her saber techniques, to Lu Chenzhou, were too slow. He could always dodge or block, while counterattacking with a storm of blows, the big spear striking from all directions.
Leaving Fang Xingyu defenseless.
Soon, she fell into disadvantage below.
The Thunder Realm Venerable could not sit idle. Taking advantage of Fang Xingyu entangling Lu Chenzhou, he transformed into thunder. Ten thousand streams of lightning tore through the void; in an instant he appeared behind Lu Chenzhou, coalescing into a Thunder God apparition shaped like a jellyfish, with over a hundred semi-transparent purplish arms.
"Thunder Skill·Chimera!" The Thunder God apparition’s hundred arms gripped blades, sword-lights shooting out like violet filaments.
Shoo, shoo, shoo!
Most of the violet filaments were blocked by the Mystic Sky Shield, but some penetrated and, chain-like, pierced Lu Chenzhou’s joints and even his brain.
"Die!"
The Thunder God apparition gathered endless Thunder Power, channeling it through the violet filaments directly into Lu Chenzhou’s body—billions of cauldron’s worth of force erupted in an instant.
Rumble! Thunder rained down. Lu Chenzhou’s body tore apart like ragged cloth and scattered in all directions.
Yin Jiujiao shouted, "You two, Lu Chenzhou has an Undying Body—no weak points anywhere. You must annihilate every shred of flesh and soul—completely erase them!"
"I’ve long been prepared." Fang Xingyu’s aura erupted; her heart thundered in her chest, Bi Fang bloodline igniting within, transforming into thirty-six thousand miniature Bi Fangs that burst out from her pores, surging with Fire Element Power.
The Bi Fangs swelled in moments to a thousand-zhang wingspan, soaring through the heavens, lavish red feathers drifting down, covering ten thousand miles, forming a rain of meteoric fire. Each Bi Fang dove upon a fragment of flesh and exploded in a blaze.
"Forbidden Technique—Fire God Dance."
Bang, bang, bang!
Within ten thousand miles, fireworks bloomed; the Mystic Sky Realm shuddered without end as boundless earth-fire and magma were drawn forth, endlessly revolving around Fang Xingyu.
"Huu..."
Fang Xingyu gasped like an ox, her face pale and gaunt, her once full snow-peaks now withered.
"You actually mastered that move."
Yin Jiujiao breathed a long sigh of relief.
Fire God Dance was no ordinary divine skill; it was a birthright art possessed only by the Bi Fang divine ones.
Even a Great Divine Power was no match.
A True God’s Technique.
Only a World Venerable could comprehend it.
Once unleashed, it devoured vast quantities of Divine Blood—at least a century’s recuperation required before recovery. Therefore, it was a forbidden art of the Divine Race.
Use it thrice in succession—death without question. Unless facing life and death, even the World Venerables would not wield it.
The Thunder Realm Venerable spread his telekinetic senses.
And then, relaxed slightly.
"To die to our Divine Race’s forbidden art—Lu Chenzhou can smile in the netherworld. I’ve trod the path of World Venerable for millennia, and used the Forbidden Technique but three times. Venerable Fang’s courage is truly peerless."
Fang Xingyu replied, "Even when a lion strikes at a rabbit, one must use all their strength. The two of us joining forces—if we still cannot slay Lu Chenzhou, what face has the Divine Race left to show?"
Fang Bifan said, "Be careful, Aunt. Lu Chenzhou is not an ordinary man—he might not be dead."
"No breath left; his body and soul have both been obliterated by Forbidden Technique, destroyed in one instant along with his Divine Soul. He may still have a body in the Tianxia Civilization, but that’s only Seventh Realm battle strength, nothing to fear."
Fang Xingyu said blandly.
She continued:
"The Forbidden Technique will cripple my bloodline potential—cut my own future short. I paid such a heavy price; if I still can’t kill Lu Chenzhou, I’d rather die myself."
Fang Xingyu turned to go.
Just as she sheathed her blade, in that split-second, a blood-misted silhouette formed like a ghost.
"Then let me oblige you." From the void thrust forth a big spear—an aura of a veteran Eighth Realm swept forth. Then, a dazzling radiance burst across the heavens—zheng! Amid the roar of the spear, Fang Xingyu’s close-fitting Seventh Rank Top Grade Armor was shattered, her Divine Power Armor smashed, her skin white as jade streaked with blood lines, then her body cracked like porcelain and erupted in blazing flame.
"You’re not dead? Impossible!" Amid the flames, Fang Xingyu’s face flickered with mingled shock and doubt. Suddenly, her gaze darted to her great blade—she saw a nearly invisible smear of blood on the edge, already evaporating away.
"Blood Rebirth... An Undying Body?"
For the first time, the flame-formed face changed dramatically.
All along, everyone had thought Lu Chenzhou was Undying Body—none realized this man was Undying and Unbreakable!
Fortunately, her reflexes were fast enough. She abandoned her flesh instantly, fusing her soul with the Bi Fang bloodline’s origin, becoming an immaterial body of living flame.
Dodging the fatal blow.
"This trick never fails, but it can only be used once—when the enemy knows to guard against it, it’s trouble. News of my Unbreakable Body is known to the Heavenly Gu Daoist, so it won’t remain a secret for long."
Lu Chenzhou cradled Fang Xingyu’s severed head.
Pure Yang Poison Fire dissolved it into nothingness.
He could now skillfully merge Poisonous Dao and Pure Yang True Fire, even binding them to his spear skills: a touch, and like a maggot gnawing bone, it could not be escaped.
Without Eighth Realm cultivation, there could be no hope of survival.
Even with Eighth Realm, without an antidote and mastery of Poisonous Dao, life would become a living hell.
Only now did Fang Xingyu, terrified, discover that her flaming, insubstantial body was already riddled with threads of green fire. No matter how she restructured herself, the poison could not be driven away.
True severe poison twists the very rules.
No flesh—still poisoned!
"At least Sixth Rank Poisonous Dao..."
Despair tainted Fang Xingyu’s voice. She had just used Forbidden Technique, was at her most fragile and depleted.
The poison was the final straw that broke her; green fire spread, infecting everything, her flame-shaped face turning sickly green. She looked around in panic.
The Thunder Realm Venerable’s form had already vanished.
Yin Jiujiao had also fled.
In the vast mining ground, she alone remained.
Supreme agony twisted her features.
"Kill me then, give me a quick end. I, Fang Xingyu, will never beg for mercy—even if you slay me, it will not change the fact that you are a base, ignoble human."