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Fu Qingchen's expression was extremely grim. He could sense the determination in Jiang Han's words; the mention of extra money was merely a joke from the other party.
"Are you really intent on pursuing this?" Fu Qingchen's brows twitched, feeling uncertain. He was unsure if using his trump card would allow him to successfully take the Eighth Prince away from here.
Jiang Han weighed the small Linglong Bloodthirsty Blade in his hand and remarked pointedly, "You see, when someone does something wrong, they must ultimately pay the price!" If he accepted their Seventh-Rank Treasure Pill today, how would that reflect on Manichaeism?
Often, in the martial world, reputation is essential—whether it be infamy or fame, it is the foundation upon which various powers maintain their thrones.
"Besides, if I kill both of you, all your treasures will belong to me," Jiang Han said in a very calm tone, as if discussing the simple act of slaughtering a chicken tonight, seemingly not regarding Fu Qingchen and the Eighth Prince of Da Zhou at all.
Da Zhou is Da Zhou; the Eighth Prince is just the Eighth Prince. Many times, a royal family cannot completely dictate the course of significant events. The branches and leaves that cling to this great tree will never allow the trunk to act recklessly. Therefore, a prince cannot represent an ancient nation.
The members of Manichaeism were also intrigued. Rather than letting this matter slide with a treasure, they were more interested in robbing these two clean and were preparing for a fight.
"You go too far!" Fu Qingchen had never been so belittled or humiliated before. He couldn't help but shout angrily, "What if you are the overlord of the Western Regions? My Da Zhou has never been afraid! Since you refuse to back down and insist on making things difficult for my Da Zhou, I will spare no effort today and ensure you do not have it easy!"
Seeing that the situation could not be salvaged, Fu Qingchen waved his Dust Whisk in his hand, transforming it into a Divine Weapon. The tip glimmered like a sword, emitting a silvery light that illuminated the surroundings.
Jiang Han did not dodge or evade; instead, he unleashed a Lion's Roar from his mouth. The vast expanse of True Qi erupted instantly, suppressing all the power at the center of the two. Even Fu Qingchen, a Grandmaster of Martial Arts at the Fusion Realm, could not summon even a trace of the world's energy.
Jiang Han's domineering combat style caught Fu Qingchen from Da Zhou off guard, forcing him to activate his movement technique and dodge repeatedly.
"Hmph!" Jiang Han snorted lightly and then threw a punch toward the spot where Fu Qingchen was about to land.
This punch was astonishingly powerful yet simple, without stirring any celestial phenomena. However, its immense force caused everyone's expressions to change dramatically.
With this punch, mountains and rivers would shatter!
As Jiang Han's fist struck out, the surrounding Earth Spirit energy was compressed and emitted sharp explosive sounds. The void was torn apart, and the ground beneath them shattered, unable to withstand such overwhelming power.
In an instant, it turned into ruins!
At this moment, Fu Qingchen, who had been blasted backward, revealed a fierce look in his eyes. Flames of blood surged around him as endless demonic energy rolled back. Suddenly, he pointed forward.
It seemed as if all the flesh and blood in his body were being sacrificed for this single finger strike. Infinite demonic energy gathered at his fingertip, causing Fu Qingchen to appear as if he had instantly withered away, resembling a Mummy.
"Asura Finger!"
Fu Qingchen's eyes were filled with madness, completely shedding the image of a Taoist master he initially presented.
Jiang Han was taken aback for a moment before laughing and saying, "Heh heh, so the self-proclaimed righteous gentleman is actually a hypocrite. While appearing dignified on the surface, behind closed doors he has mastered Demonic Path martial arts to perfection!"
It seemed that those righteous elders and martial arts predecessors he had previously slain were similar; they openly scoffed at the Demonic Path while secretly harboring disdain for its Cultivation Method. But in reality?
More or less, everyone has practiced a bit of the demonic sect's martial arts for the sake of self-preservation.
In the face of Fu Qingchen's desperate strike, Jiang Han remained remarkably calm, his expression unchanged from beginning to end, as if everything was under his control.
And indeed, it was. After taking Yunzhou, Manichaeism's fortune greatly increased, and as the leader, he reaped the greatest benefits, advancing in his cultivation at an astonishing pace.
Although breaking through to the Fusion Realm still seemed distant, his cultivation was already quite remarkable; he had traveled a long way on the path of the Fusion Realm. Moreover, due to his possession of a Quasi-Supreme Level Cultivation Method, he had mastered various profound martial arts to an incredible degree.
As a result, he had long since distanced himself from ordinary Fusion Realm Grandmasters of Martial Arts.
Jiang Han's expression remained indifferent as he gradually unleashed another punch. However, this punch, while seemingly similar to the previous one, was fundamentally different in nature.
Though it appeared to be a simple punch, the unmatched power contained within it sent shivers down everyone's spine, leaving them with no desire to resist.
"Heaven and Earth, I alone am supreme!"
As this overwhelming punch was unleashed, it instantly shattered the void, resembling a Yin Yang Great Mill that directly crushed Fu Qingchen's finger strike! The void shattered, yet the invisible great mill continued its relentless momentum towards Fu Qingchen.
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