Chapter 72: Chapter 72: Divine Descent Ceremony... Begins!!!
Banquet hall.
As Fang Qingyu slowly walked out from the darkness.
Not far away, Qi Hao, who was frowning while protecting Lin Wanqing, saw this scene.
"Qingzi, don’t go!!" he urgently called out.
Ma Zhe and a few others were dragging Yuan Jie back.
Upon hearing Qi Hao’s voice, they immediately looked toward that figure.
"What is he trying to do? Does he want to die?"
Although they were in the midst of fear, everyone couldn’t help but feel puzzled.
Only Yuan Jie’s eyes revealed a glimmer of hope...
Fang Qingyu ignored Qi Hao’s call and moved to the back of the carcass.
With a push of his toes, his whole body shot out like an arrow off the string.
His fist, enveloped in the sound of an explosion, struck the beast-faced breastplate; the Baji Fist, carrying Dragon and Tiger Force, hit like a strike on a thousand-pound bronze bell.
Bam——
The skeleton feasting on a corpse didn’t react at all.
It turned into a shadow, smashing against the distant wall...
This distance.
It was at least blasted over a hundred meters away.
"Huh..."
The skeleton, like a drunkard.
Wobbly, it climbed up from the ground, making an ambiguous sound from its mouth.
But Fang Qingyu didn’t give it any time to react.
Before it could fully stand up, the Top Heart Elbow had already crashed into the skeleton’s Heart Protection Mirror.
At the moment the Top Heart Elbow hit the Heart Protection Mirror, golden and silver patterns suddenly spread from the neck to the elbow, making the entire right arm shine with a golden light in the darkness.
Crack!
The surface of the bronze mirror cracked like a spider web, and the chest cavity of the skeleton visibly caved in by three inches.
Yet the skeleton did not fly backward.
Instead, it timely clasped Fang Qingyu’s shoulder with its claw-like brittle fingers.
The putrid stench rushed in, but the sharp black nails, piercing through the cloth, were blocked by the Dragon and Tiger Force.
"Roar——"
The skeleton’s throat burst with a sharp screech, two ghostly green flames suddenly rose in its hollow eye sockets.
Fang Qingyu’s pupils contracted, the golden and silver patterns climbed up his right arm like living creatures, instantly coating the entire arm in gold.
He twisted his waist and sunk his hips, the muscles of his shoulder and back undulating like waves.
His left hand raised high, hammering down on the skeleton’s arm.
Crack!
The nails enshrouded in black mist broke with a snap, and the skeleton tilted backward from the shock.
Fang Qingyu spun with the momentum, his elbow crashing down like a war hammer onto the opponent’s lower jaw, sending splinters of fangs mixed with decayed flesh flying.
But before he could continue advancing.
A thick black mist gushed out from the skeleton’s shattered jaw, the fangs regrowing with a bronze sheen in the ghostly flames.
The cracks in the chest armor also began to self-repair.
Cannot be killed!?
Fang Qingyu stood still, frowning.
The scene suddenly fell into silence.
After peeling itself off the wall, the skeleton.
Squirming, emitted an eerie clicking sound that gave people goosebumps.
Its eye sockets devoid of any emotional fluctuation, fixated fiercely on Fang Qingyu.
The next moment.
No need to wait for the skeleton to take the initiative.
A tiger’s roar erupted from Fang Qingyu’s throat, and the golden patterns in the Blood Burst state burned the mist like magma, the Dragon and Tiger Force surged up his spine with three waves of air.
Activating Blood Burst twice in one day.
This was unprecedented.
But Fang Qingyu had no choice, he could not continue dragging on with this ghostly creature.
His previous battle with Tong Ran had already consumed a lot of energy.
If this dragged on further.
Fang Qingyu wasn’t certain if he could kill it.
The roar shattered the crystal chandelier on the ceiling.
The strength of the Dragon and Tiger Force and Qi Blood.
Made Fang Qingyu’s spine creak like a bowstring snapping under the rise of Qi Blood; the golden and silver patterns spread from his neck to his entire body, like ancient runes etched onto his skin.
He stomped his right foot, the floor splintered into a pit.
"Baji——"
The shoulder blade, under the Blood Burst state, swelled like a battle armor, the heat wave rising all over his body seared the darkness, making a sizzling sound.
The skeleton’s throat suddenly flared with phosphorescent fire.
Its arms crossed to protect its chest, bronze armor sprouting layer upon layer of rusty green scales.
"Mountain Pressing!"
As the last word exploded, Fang Qingyu transformed into a golden-red meteor, crashing into the skeleton’s embrace.
Under the overlapping Dragon and Tiger Force, the gold and silver patterns instantly turned into molten red gold upon collision.
The eardrums of everyone simultaneously exploded with a buzzing sound.
Qi Hao and the others instinctively raised their arms to block the flying debris.
The Bronze Heart Protection Mirror first dented, then spread spider-web-like cracks from the center.
The corpse’s arms emitted dense cracking sounds.
Dried finger joints wrapped in black fog exploded one by one.
Fang Qingyu’s shoulder pressed against the continuously disintegrating Bronze Armor as he continued his advance, the muscles on his back tearing under the great force.
When the two were about to crash into the load-bearing pillar on the east side of the banquet hall.
"Break!!"
Fang Qingyu roared out a mix of blood and foam, with the gold and silver patterns creeping up his neck to the side of his face.
The last half-inch.
The burst muscles wedged the corpse entirely into the pillar hugged by the two.
The bronze armor pieces poured like a rainstorm.
Phosphorescent flames turned into bluish smoke within the boiling Qi Blood.
"..."
Everyone eagerly awaited the scene within the dark smoke and dust.
Who had won after all!?
While Qi Hao had already dashed into the smoke.
As the smoke and dust cleared, the crowd saw Fang Qingyu maintaining a collision stance, half-kneeling on the ground, as Qi Hao supported him.
His right shoulder was a bloody mess, the gold and silver patterns gradually fading like a receding tide.
Behind, the pillar was embedded with half a shattered bronze armor, and the dried remains of bones shattered into countless fragments, each fracture marked with a charred and blackened scorch.
This scene left the distant crowd dumbfounded.
It not only defied ordinary imagination.
Even the near-Transcendents found it hard to believe Fang Qingyu’s combat prowess...
"What kind of freak is this!?"
Yuanze felt bitterness in his heart.
Recalling his behavior at the start of the banquet.
Like a clown.
Clapping sounds...
Yet as everyone was still immersed in the relief of having survived the disaster,
A loud applause suddenly came from the darkness nearby.
"Tsk tsk tsk."
"As expected of Mr. Fang."
He Manhe emerged elegantly from the side, dressed in an evening gown.
With a composed smile on her face.
Completely unaffected by the preceding scene.
Fang Qingyu’s fingertips dug deep into his palm, the residual burning pain of the Blood Burst coursing through his veins.
With Qi Hao’s arm for support, he staggered to his feet, swallowing the blood foam in his throat, his pale face turning to the woman who always kept a smile.
"You..." Fang Qingyu’s chest felt as though it was gouged by sharp blades with every word he spoke, "What are you trying to do?"
He Manhe tilted her head to reveal a neurotic smile.
The bright red fingertips of her nails slid through the air: "Didn’t Mr. Fang hear the answer with his own ears?"
Before the sound faded, the dome suddenly exploded with spider-web-like cracks.
Mysterious dark blue light seeped through the fissures, coating the crystal chandelier with a layer of eerie glaze.
Swirling dark clouds pressed down on the crowd like a vortex of ink.
The floor of the banquet hall cracked open with a scarlet maw, spewing viscous blood mixed with organ fragments, instantly dyeing the white tablecloths into bloody banners.
"Urgh—"
The intense stench of blood caused everyone to kneel down and retch.
Fang Qingyu stumbled to the edge of the pit, his pupils reflecting the eighteen levels of Hell.
Countless bodies lay scattered on the ground...
Including elderly, children, adults...
In times of peace, witnessing such a scene left Fang Qingyu speechless.
Disgust, shock... but above all, anger.
So the corpse wasn’t the only one.
He Manhe’s target for live sacrifice wasn’t limited to this floor, but the entire hotel.
How dare she...
Fang Qingyu suddenly looked up, his eyes wide open, glaring at He Manhe.
But He Manhe now paid him no mind.
Her entire figure slowly rose.
With a face full of anticipation.
Hands spread wide.
Like a proxy of the gods, softly murmuring.
"Divine Descent Ceremony..."
"Begin!!!"