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Fang Cheng slowly raised his head, and two golden flames suddenly rose from the depths of his pupils.

The gaze was so intense it was almost scorching, as if it wanted to completely dispel the darkness before them.

His gaze swept past the dilapidated roof of the main hall and into the depths of the churning fog.

The intangible perception spread outwards like ripples on water.

Suddenly, Fang Cheng smiled and softly recited:
"Got you."

Before he finished speaking, his right hand, which was hanging by his side, suddenly clenched.

Pong!
The raging true fire of the sun surged from Fang Cheng's palms, flowing through his ten fingers and into the spear shaft.

The black iron spear was instantly incandescent, its internal metallic texture as distinct as blood vessels.

Flames rise, constantly compressing and condensing.

In the end, the entire spear transformed into a fiery spear that flowed with molten gold light.

The terrifyingly high temperature even distorted and warped the surrounding air.

Even the scattered wood on the ground caught fire on its own several meters away from the spearhead.

In the depths of darkness, Jiang Chen's breath hitched.

It seemed to have sensed some deadly threat.

Fang Cheng then turned sideways and extended his arms, his body resembling a fully drawn bow.

The muscles in his right arm suddenly bulged, and the veins stood out like steel cables under his skin.

He looked up at the sky, his gaze fixed on a target hidden in the darkness.

Suddenly, he twisted his waist and hips, slamming his left foot hard on the ground, sending pebbles flying.

In that instant, all the force in the body traveled along the spine to the right arm, and finally exploded from the fingertips.

The burning spear was hurled high into the air.

boom--

With a deafening sonic boom, the air in front of the spearhead was compressed into a visible white wave of air.

The flaming spear, trailing a golden tail of tens of meters, shot out like a missile towards a cloud of dark clouds floating in the air.

The moment the spearhead pierced the dark cloud, the sun's true fire, compressed to its limit, was released without any restraint.

boom!
A huge fireball, tens of meters in diameter, exploded in the air.

The violent shockwave overturned the surrounding swirling mist.

The entire dream space shook violently under this immense force, and the remaining tiles on the roof of the main hall fell down in a rustling sound.

"How could you possibly have found me?!"

A horrified cry came from above the clouds.

Immediately afterwards, a dark figure was forced out of the void by the shockwave of the explosion.

Then, trailing a ghostly green light, it swiftly fled into the depths of the mist.

Fang Cheng withdrew his throwing posture, his eyes shining brightly.

He glanced down at the ground, flicked his toe, and sent another bloodstained spear flying into the air, grabbing the shaft with his right hand.

The golden flames surged and rolled back, instantly igniting it.

Fang Cheng gripped the spear enveloped in the true fire of the sun, turned around again, swung his arm, and threw it out.

boom!
Another deafening sonic boom.

The second flaming spear tore through the night sky, hurtling straight for the shadowy figure at an even faster speed than before.

The dark figure had no time to dodge.

Just as he was about to be pierced by the spear, Jiang Chen let out a strange howl, and his body was suddenly torn apart in mid-air.

With a "sizzle" sound.

The shadowy figure split in two, transforming into two identical bodies that plunged into the fog-shrouded ruins on either side.

"How dare you, you brat!"

Jiang Chen's angry curses echoed in the air.

Fang Cheng remained calm, his gaze fixed on the fleeing target, a slight glint in his eyes.

The spear that missed its target seemed to be controlled by an invisible force, and it came to an abrupt halt in mid-air.

The spear tip sparked as it abruptly changed direction, choosing one of the clones to continue its pursuit.

And so, the two spears, like precision-guided missiles, each locked onto a dark shadow.

Fang Cheng stood still, stretched out his right hand from a distance, and suddenly grabbed with his five fingers.

The third spear whistled up from the pile of corpses and landed steadily in his palm.

They were also lit with flames and thrown out.

A golden streak of light tore through the air, heading straight for another fleeing figure.

Jiang Chen, who was simultaneously targeted by two flaming spears, did not appear flustered.

He immediately swayed.

The two black shadows that had escaped in mid-air then split again, becoming four.

Having lost its sole target, the flaming spear could only continue to make choices, clinging tightly to two of them.

Upon seeing this, Jiang Chen let out a cold laugh, mocking Fang Cheng:

"Kid, you're doing a completely useless job."

"In my domain, the corpse energy is inexhaustible, and my divine soul can infinitely split itself. I'll see how long you can last!"

The voice came simultaneously from both clones, overlapping each other without any distinction between primary and secondary.

They were practically indistinguishable, making it impossible to tell which one was the real Jiang Chen.

Fang Cheng did not reply.

He shook his hand, silently bent down, and picked up another spear.

Following the same method, first infuse it with flame energy, then unleash a powerful shot.

He repeated the same actions over and over again without the slightest hesitation, revealing a stubbornness in his very being.

It seems he's completely determined to fight Jiang Chen to the death.

Fang Cheng remained calm, though he had his own plans in mind.

Since two aren't enough, let's use three!
Three isn't enough? Then add four!

There will always be a time when you hit the target.

In just over ten seconds, Fang Cheng threw out dozens of flaming spears.

Beneath the dark sky, dozens of golden streaks of light, trailing long fiery tails, chased after dozens of black shadows that were scattering and fleeing.

Red and green lights crisscrossed the sky, bursting out with ear-piercing whistling sounds.

It was like a life-or-death race.

Cheng Jiashu, leaning against the door frame, stared in disbelief.

He stared in astonishment, mouth agape, and murmured:

"What's this? Playing whack-a-mole?"

"Are you stupid?!"

Jiang Chen shouted in exasperation:
"I've said it's useless, and that's final! You're just wasting your energy doing this, so give up!"

Dozens of shadowy clones roared simultaneously, their voices converging into one, like thunder, causing the tiles on the main hall to shake incessantly.

Fang Cheng ignored him, his gaze becoming even more focused.

He stepped forward and slammed his hands on the ground.

The ground cracked instantly, and dozens of scattered spears were thrown into the air along with the corpses.

Fang Cheng moved with lightning speed, his hands grabbing the spears one after another like a storm.

The purest and most yang fire was poured into the spears, transforming them into anti-aircraft missiles that were launched into the sky in rapid succession.

In just a few minutes.

The number of missiles pursuing Jiang Chen quickly increased from dozens to hundreds.

Whew, whiff, whiff—

These hundreds of flaming spears roared and swirled in the night sky, weaving together into a massive, sky-covering net of fire.

A scorching wave swept down, evaporating the pool of blood on the ground into white mist.

Looking up, the once gloomy and oppressive dream sky was now completely torn apart by crisscrossing golden streaks.

The spears sliced ​​through the air at high speed, creating a continuous shriek that pierced the eardrums. Gradually, Cheng Jiashu, who had been watching the battle with his head tilted back, finally noticed something amiss.

Jiang Chen's corpse energy domain clearly has limited boundaries.

Whenever those dark figures escaped to a certain range, they seemed to run into an invisible wall.

They then had to hastily turn around and head back to the other side.

This distance is approximately one kilometer in radius, centered on the Mahavira Hall of Gufeng Temple.

As more and more flaming spears pursued Jiang Chen, the fire net tightened.

The space in which the shadowy figure could move around was being visibly and drastically compressed.

Fang Cheng was not doing anything in vain.

His intention was to use concentrated firepower to continuously compress the space, leaving the opponent with nowhere to escape, and ultimately wipe out all the clones in one fell swoop!
The subsequent developments unfolded exactly as he had predicted.

In mid-air, several shadowy clones collided head-on because their escape routes were too congested.

Their movements created obstacles for each other, causing them to slow down by half a beat.

The flaming spears that were relentlessly pursuing from behind arrived in an instant.

"Pfft!"

The spear pierced the shadowy figure's chest and then exploded.

The blazing fireball instantly engulfed several nearby clones.

Like dominoes falling, it created a chain reaction.

In the crowded space, more and more clones were unable to dodge and were hit one after another.

Boom! Boom! Boom!
Clusters of fire exploded in the night sky, as brilliant as fireworks.

Jiang Chen's voice, as he shouted from the air, grew weaker and weaker, his arrogant confidence gradually disappearing, revealing an undisguised panic.

boom!
Another deafening explosion followed.

At this moment, hundreds of flaming spears contracted their formation and hovered in mid-air.

They were like a pack of well-trained hunting dogs, circling and surrounding Jiang Chen's remaining clones.

The sharp spear tips all pointed inwards, and the raging flames intertwined to form a wall of fire, firmly trapping the prey in the center.

Just moments ago, an army of thousands of ghouls was besieging Fang Cheng.

In the blink of an eye, Jiang Chen was surrounded by hundreds of flaming spears.

It can be said that times have changed, and the balance of power has been completely reversed.

The several dark shadow clones were forced to huddle together tightly.

The lingering aura of death sizzled and dissipated under the scorching heat.

Jiang Chen panicked completely and hurriedly shouted:
"Young friend Fang, stop! Remove these flaming spears, and we can discuss everything!"

In desperation, he even lowered his stance and deliberately changed his form of address to show weakness.

Cheng Jiashu below looked up in astonishment.

He gazed at the spectacular scene in the night sky and couldn't help but swallow hard.

"I've never seen anything like this before, this trick actually works..."

This was the first time in his life that he had seen his infamous ancestor in such a wretched and desperate situation.

Fang Cheng took a step, crushed a piece of charred wood with burning sparks, and slowly walked down the steps.

The firelight illuminated his sharply defined face, revealing an aura of power and authority that held the power of life and death.

Without saying a word, he raised his arms to his chest, palms facing each other, and suddenly made a gesture of closing them together.

"and many more!"

Jiang Chen sensed the chilling killing intent and shouted at the top of his lungs:
"We can talk some more! If you're kind enough today, I can give you all the ancient treasures buried beneath the West Mountain Palace, as well as my cultivation insights accumulated over two thousand years!"

"I am even willing to establish a soul contract, so that we will never invade each other's territory and become allies!"

Fang Cheng's eyes remained cold and unmoved.

This old ghost has survived for over two thousand years. He is ruthless and must still be holding onto some trump cards, ready to retaliate at any moment.

Moreover, the two were still within each other's soul domain at this moment.

Having finally seized this opportunity to corner the other party, how could we possibly give him any breathing room?

If you don't kill a snake, you'll only suffer harm from it. You must strike when it's weak to take its life!

Fang Cheng's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and he slammed his two palms together heavily.

Snapped!
With a crisp clap of hands, hundreds of hovering flaming spears suddenly erupted, raining down on Jiang Chen's clone in the center.

Rumbling--

Amidst a deafening roar, a massive mushroom cloud rose from the ground and soared into the sky.

The extremely compressed solar fire triggered an unprecedented explosion at the moment of collision.

The dazzling light, like a golden sun, ruthlessly descended upon this dark and desolate ruin.

The immense energy generated by the explosion first tore through the night sky, instantly evaporating the chilling mist within a radius of hundreds of meters into nothingness.

Immediately afterwards, a visible circular shockwave crashed down like a tsunami, violently slicing across the ground.

Wherever it passed, the remaining courtyard walls were flattened with overwhelming force, the air was instantly sucked away, and a suffocating shriek was emitted.

Tons of rubble, broken wood, and charred debris were swept up by the immense force and flung wildly in all directions.

The entire ruins of Gufeng Temple shook violently amidst the roar of flames, and the ground, unable to bear the weight, cracked open in numerous ravines several meters deep.

"Do not--"

Jiang Chen's desperate screams came from the center of the mushroom cloud.

But the sound lasted less than half a second before abruptly stopping, completely drowned out by the continuous roar of explosions.

Cheng Jiashu was thrown backward by the gust of air, and he desperately gripped the door frame of the main hall with both hands, barely managing to keep from being swept away by the hurricane by stabilizing his stance.

He struggled to open his eyes wide, his mouth slightly agape, staring at the rising golden artificial sun in mid-air, his mind blank.

The wind whipped across his face, bringing a burning sting.

The terrifying power unleashed by this attack far exceeded his understanding of the upper limit of the strength of the superhumans.

The eye of the storm.

Fang Cheng stood quietly at the confluence of the raging air currents.

Flying pebbles and sparks whistled past him, making his clothes flutter in the wind.

He did not retreat, but simply raised his head and gazed at the destructive sun that he himself had created.

Click!

Just then, a crisp sound of breaking glass suddenly came from the dark sky above, which was being scorched by the high temperature.

A glaring crack suddenly appeared in mid-air.

Immediately afterwards, the cracks spread outward at an extremely terrifying speed.

Two, three, hundreds, thousands...

Spiderweb-like cracks spread across the entire sky in the blink of an eye.

Without the support of Jiang Chen as the core of consciousness, this dream space finally met its end.

The whole world began to collapse from the periphery to the center, emitting a dull rumble.

The surrounding scenery is rapidly collapsing.

The ruins of the ancient temple, with their crumbling walls, peel away in large sections like a faded painting, revealing the chaotic darkness behind them.

A violent spatial turbulence surged forth from the crack, whipping up rubble and corpses from the ground and pulling them toward the endless void.

Cheng Jiashu looked down and found that his body was rapidly becoming transparent and illusory.

He knew the dream had shattered, and immediately, braving the storm, shouted loudly at the man in the distance:
"Fang Cheng! This place is about to collapse, let's get back to reality and talk!"

Before he could finish speaking, there was a "whoosh".

His figure was then swept into the spatial turbulence by a powerful suction force and disappeared into the darkness in an instant.

Fang Cheng stood in the crumbling courtyard, looking around.

The sky was falling, the earth was shattering, and the dark abyss was relentlessly closing in on him from all directions.

He withdrew his gaze, his chest heaving, and slowly closed his eyes.

Feeling the earth beneath his feet turning to dust, he followed the pull of his soul and severed his connection with this nightmare.

In the instant before consciousness was completely annihilated in space, it retreated back into its own inner world. (End of Chapter)