Chapter 1004: Chapter 102 Gospel (19) Chapter 1004: Chapter 102 Gospel (19) “Will these two ever stop?”

As Fu Qian recited his self-styled, melodramatic declaration, it was Old Master Ji Xun who crumbled first.

The front part’s meatball was manageable, but the inflating body behind, which was visually less impressive, exerted significantly more pressure.

Over countless years, abilities ingrained as naturally as eating and drinking, signs of losing control now emerged.

This was an unprecedented situation.

Fu Qian, being the origin of these changes, naturally felt it as well.

Though he was at the Demigod Level, he wasn’t truly real.

The chaotic core effect of the Tyrant had apparently doubled the pressure on Ashfall.

Of course, Fu Qian wasn’t embarrassed about this; it was intentional.

Despite this mission involving the revival and contest with the Native Council and being no simple task, how could he not seize such an opportunity?

If there really was something parasitic inside this Ashfall, it naturally needed some pressure to expose it.

…
“What exactly are you?”

Ashfall was one matter but, grappling hand-to-hand with the Brilliant Tyrant, Ah Gui felt an even greater pressure.

At that moment, even the fine claws that had cut into the adversary’s flesh, due to some unfathomable distortion, lost their previous sharpness, becoming incapable of furthering their gains in the battle.

Meanwhile, the opponent’s transformation still wasn’t complete.

After forcefully retracting his arm, hundreds of scaleless, Giant Serpents blasted from it, rapidly swelling and elongating.

The wounds near where the claws had torn were no different.

Many had even climbed along those claws, reaching up onto the meatball.

As they coiled and tightened, the eyeless, triangular heads of the serpents tore open mouths full of sharp fangs and viciously bit down.

“You ask what I am?”

At the same time, a commanding voice echoed.

“Brilliant Tyrant, Original Sin Sage, fragile of flesh, ascended of flesh, you know who I am better than anyone, and you know my might better than anyone, so–speak my name.”

Fu Qian, not even caring about the claws plunged into him, stood upright, his arm raised high, drawing the gaze of the double eyes on the meatball.

Above their heads, hundreds of scaleless, Giant Serpents wound and tangled together, forming into a fearsome giant hammer.

…
Such a biological weapon truly challenged human imagination, all the more hallucinatory when small points of starry light shone from within.

“Lu–”
For a moment, even Ah Gui uttered an involuntary sigh.

His voice abruptly ceased.

After all, with the rank of a Demigod, he quickly realized the anomaly in himself, shrugged off the Tyrant’s intimidation, and retorted with sarcasm.

“Do you really think something like this can defeat me? Spreading your power thin achieves nothing other than looking scary.”

“Really? How about this?”

Ignoring the incomplete response from his opponent, the next moment, amidst a shrill screech, countless serpent heads opened to a 180-degree angle, their crisscrossed fangs instantly turning the hammer’s surface into a thorn-packed menace.

The moment this transformation completed, the spiked hammer thunderously fell.

Juice splattered everywhere.

That was the most fitting description.

As the hammer struck, Ah Gui, who had braced to endure it with his defenses, didn’t even grunt before shattering like a burst meatball and sunk deep into the ground.

Blood, flesh, bones, and an assortment of messy debris erupted from the torn meatball, sweeping across the surroundings.

Hmph, did you really think I can pierce through your defenses only by focusing power in a single punch?

His successful strike also caused Fu Qian’s biological hammer to shatter, the serpents slowly retracting to his arm.

He then threw a cold glance at the distant crowd of onlookers.

The Ji Family’s Motion Restriction Team, also smeared in shades of black, white, and gray, found themselves unable to meet his gaze.

“He seemed to mention a name just now, too bad he didn’t say it fully.”

Though the reality had drastically deviated from the original plan, Old Master Ji Xun was still not afraid to face it, subtly acknowledging what he had just heard through gritted teeth.

Of course, the main cause of his distress was recognizing that Ashfall was on the brink of collapse under the excessive fierceness of the Tyrant’s descent and ensuing conflict.

“You… are quite remarkable!”

A strange voice then emanated, seemingly from all around, just like the splattered flesh a moment before.

“You’ve accomplished what even a Divine Envoy struggles to achieve.”

As the second sentence ended, the scattered flesh gathered into spheres of various sizes, the voice emerging from each one.

“Unfortunately, it’s still far, far too inadequate to destroy me.”

With that said, the balls of flesh began burrowing into the ground, clearly attempting to escape.

“Oh, how far?”

Faced with this eerie spectacle, Fu Qian casually remarked, glancing over at Ji Xun.

The latter looked visibly embarrassed, but after hesitating, he made no move.

“How dare you, impudent one!”

Fortunately, Fu Qian did not allow his embarrassment to last too long; the next moment, a thunderous roar erupted.

Old Master Lu, who had just blown up a petty criminal, suddenly swelled again, and with a casual tug–
In the sound of ripping, his already tattered clothes were torn apart.

Boom!

Without any nonsense, Old Master Lu, now with torn clothes and increased size, directly punched through the ground.

Dominating, but there were still so many of them…

While the audience pondered in confusion, horrendous booming sounds echoed one after another.

A giant scaleless serpent, as thick as a bucket, shot up from where one of the flesh balls had burrowed.

Then a second, a third…

Flesh flew everywhere.

Damn!

This time, Old Master Ji Xun truly cursed aloud.

Seeing that the violent strike had torn open cracks in the shades of black, white, and gray, it was clear he had reached his limit.

“Hold steady.”

But the next moment, accompanied by an elderly voice, the crumbling edges of Ashfall suddenly stabilized, and the cracks began to mend.

Old Master Ji Tong, who had been by the side all along, finally made his move.

And it seemed that Ashfall could be collaboratively manipulated.

No wonder the Ji Family had managed to attain their current status; this was not merely a simple matter of one plus one equals two.

Amid the admiration, blood blossoms bloomed across the black, white, and gray hues, only it was a pity that the colors were muted, lacking some sense of splendor.

“Interesting…”

Yet under such brutal attacks, that voice rang out once again.

Then, ahead of Fu Qian, the skin in the pit moved, and then, like lightning, leaped up.

In the sound of ripping, the sheet of skin split into two, stretching out into wings that hung in midair.

Beneath the wings was a hulking man with a bizarre countenance, naked.

However, his body was only half complete, the lower half a mass of worm-like tendrils.

This voice, this face?

He looked strikingly like Marco. Wasn’t that guy supposed to be dead?

In that moment, Fu Qian’s memory swiftly activated.

If not some impure resurrection or the like, there was a very simple answer–this guy must be Marco’s relative, perhaps called Malfoy?

All in all, the likelihood of the Native Council’s involvement was increasing.

“You have some skills, no wonder you dare impersonate me.”

Amid these thoughts, Fu Qian’s laughter grew louder.

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“But do you think flying makes you safe? The potential of the human body is boundless.”

In a familiar line of dialogue, the sound of ripping, Fu Qian’s back skin split open, painfully pulling out two narrow wings of flesh and blood.

At the same time, as his arm-withdrawn underground caused the giant serpents to writhe, the earth shook and bricks flew.

Damn!

In that instant, even Old Master Ji Tong seemed to curse.