With the puppet's voice, all the flames on the bone sword erupted instantly.
Like a rose sea that blocked out the sun, they engulfed Ying Chen.
Each flame occupied a space, and the burning void crackled.
With every flicker of flame, the rose petals bloomed a little further.
After a few seconds, all the fiery petals unfurled, and strands of azure flames rose from their centers.
The surrounding void distorted instantly.
Such was the terrifying temperature of these azure flames!
Yet, the puppet's large and cumbersome body became extraordinarily agile.
In the blink of an eye, it vanished from its original spot.
When one looked around, attempting to find its trace, it seemed to be nowhere, yet also everywhere!
It was as if it had merged with the entire space.
A viscous, blood-like color, like ink stains bleeding onto Xuan paper, spread continuously through the void.
Each blood-colored ink stain represented a part of the puppet's form!
It seemed to have transformed into tens of thousands, permeating all directions!
Witnessing this scene, Ashiya Douman revealed a savage grin, "Do you see? This is the Moon-Devouring Child's ultimate killing move – Ten Thousand Flashes Strike!"
"It can split itself into thousands, attacking simultaneously, and then all attacks converge into one. It appears to be from all directions, tens of thousands, but it is, in fact, a single strike!"
"And this strike, even a Heavenly-tier expert cannot withstand it! They will meet their end here!"
"Let alone you!"
Ashiya Douman was clearly confident and determined to achieve victory with the puppet's attack!
And the puppet seemed to share the same sentiment.
Its scarlet eyes transformed into blood-red stars in the night sky, twinkling incessantly all around.
All its eyes stared fixedly at Ying Chen.
"Die!"
The puppet's eyes narrowed suddenly, then opened wide.
Instantly, all the flames suspended in the void exploded.
Furious torrents, like a meteor shower, converged directly upon Ying Chen.
Each torrent represented one attack from the puppet.
And ten thousand torrents represented ten thousand attacks!
With so many attacks arriving simultaneously, condensed into an ultimate strike, even heaven and earth trembled, and the void itself was torn open!
At this moment, the puppet's aura reached its peak, its silent gaze conveying only eight words: Kill gods if they block the way! Kill demons if they block the way!
"Truly a masterpiece, a rare and ancient masterpiece!"
Looking at this magnificent spectacle, Ashiya Douman trembled as he spoke.
Even as the creator of this scene, he felt compelled to worship it!
The fiery flowers filling the entire void, the terrifying attacks permeating every inch of space, the grandeur and shock of ten thousand techniques returning to one – these made Ashiya Douman certain: no one would ever be able to unleash this again!
And under this unprecedented attack, Ying Chen was undoubtedly doomed!
Never mind that Ying Chen had lived for two thousand years; even if he had lived for twenty thousand or a hundred thousand years, he would still have no escape!
For this no longer belonged to the mortal realm; it had entered the domain of divine skills that only gods could wield!
*Swish…*
The roar of the torrents, the light of the blooming fiery flowers – no one knew how long they lasted.
In short, everything finally dissipated.
"Is it over?" Ashiya Douman sighed.
Whether he was sighing for Ying Chen's death or for the scene ending too soon was unclear.
"It's time to collect my spoils,"
Ashiya Douman said, stepping forward casually.
But the next second, the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end, and goosebumps erupted all over his body.
"Not good!"
He cried out in alarm and, like a startled mouse, turned and fled.
And a voice came from behind him.
"Weren't you going to collect your spoils?"
"Why are you running?"
It was Ying Chen!
Facing the puppet's suicidal full-force attack, Ying Chen not only survived but was completely unharmed!
He walked out calmly, stepping forward!
With every step Ying Chen took, a popping explosion could be heard.
It was the puppet's massive body continuously exploding like a lit firework!
After Ying Chen took ten steps, there was no intact part left on the puppet's entire body.
Only a large head remained, staring at Ying Chen with unbelievable eyes.
It seemed unable to believe what was happening.
That someone in this world could walk out of its ultimate killing move.
"Goodbye."
Ying Chen glanced at the puppet's head, then took another step.
*Bang!*
The puppet's massive head exploded, scattering into a sky full of bloody fireworks.
And the moment the puppet's head exploded, the memories sealed within its heart finally returned.
It turned out that it was not the Moon-Devouring Child born of heaven and earth; it was the abbot of the Linggan Guanshi Great King Shrine!
He had achieved great cultivation and possessed profound Taoist knowledge, but was betrayed by the temple keeper and Ashiya Douman, thus becoming Ashiya Douman's Moon-Devouring Child!
Ashiya Douman sealed his memories from his past life, treating him like a ghost, forcing him to commit countless sins.
Now, Ying Chen had finally granted him release, allowing him to no longer be driven by this foreign evil cultivator to harm his own countrymen, and finally letting him reclaim his true nature.
"Thank you," the puppet, using its last shred of mental power as it vanished, spoke two words.
Then it dissipated into the heavens and earth.
Ying Chen, without looking back, simply waved his hand, "You're welcome."
And continued to stride forward!
*Rumble…*
Ying Chen was like an ancient thunder god treading the earth; with every step he took, a deafening roar echoed throughout the world.
It was the sound of blood moons shattering in the sky.
Ashiya Douman, fleeing desperately ahead, looked at this scene with utter despair on his face.
He, the main power source of this Thousand Moon Underworld Array, relied on those thousand blood moons in the sky.
All the changes in his techniques were based on them.
Now, with the blood moons being destroyed by Ying Chen through some unknown technique, it was as if his hands and feet were severed, rendering him powerless despite having immense strength.
*Bang!*
Finally, Ying Chen took his last step, and the last blood moon in the sky shattered and disappeared.
Ashiya Douman was forced to the edge of the great array, with no room left to escape.
Ying Chen calmly looked at Ashiya Douman, like a cat watching a mouse, not rushing to act.
Ashiya Douman looked at Ying Chen with fear and unease, then suddenly fell to his knees with a thud.
"Otosan!"
To save his life, Ashiya Douman shouted "Father!" in the Japanese language towards Ying Chen.
Previously, Ying Chen had said, "Once a teacher, always a father." Ashiya Douman hoped this act would make Ying Chen go easy on him and spare his life.
However, the sincere Ashiya Douman seemed to have overlooked one thing.
That is – Japan as a country did not even exist two thousand years ago, so how could Ying Chen possibly understand Japanese?
Ying Chen frowned, "What is that? Oduoshang?"
"If you're not begging for mercy, you want to beat me into a pulp.
"Very well, then I shall send you to your death first!"
With that, Ying Chen suddenly raised his hand, and a large mass of Zi Zhu Ming Huo, specifically designed to counter Yin souls, ignited in his palm.
The flames surged forth, engulfing Ashiya Douman.
"No!"
Ashiya Douman turned pale with horror and cried out in terror.
Unfortunately, it was of no use in changing Ying Chen's resolve.
And until his death, Ashiya Douman never understood that the cause of his demise was a language barrier.