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In front of the completely black stone tablet, Fang Chen sat cross-legged, his hands pressed tightly against the stone, his eyes closed as if he were immersed in some kind of enlightenment.
As time passed, a blood-red light gradually spread above his head. This Blood Light continued to diffuse and then slowly condensed, revealing a blood-red character that emerged from it.
It was the character for "Kill"!
This character was almost identical to the one inscribed on the stone tablet, which contained the fusion power of the World-Subduing Killing Fist's Third Punch. The only subtle difference was that the blood-red character hovering above Fang Chen's head was slightly smaller, and the aura emanating from it was far less intense and lacked the same divine charm compared to the one on the stone tablet.
However, even so, at the moment this blood-red character appeared, not far away, the calm-eyed White-Clad Middle-Aged Man slightly raised his dark eyes. A hint of surprise flickered in his gaze as he looked at Fang Chen, followed by a fleeting glimmer of joy.
"In just a few minutes, he has condensed his first Killing Intent; this child's comprehension is truly astonishing!" The White-Clad Middle-Aged Man gazed at Fang Chen with a twinkle in his eye, a hint of emotion passing through him.
"After such a long time, someone has finally come to inherit the legacy." He murmured softly, no longer casting a glance at Chu Jingxiao nearby, clearly having excluded him from consideration.
"This kid..." On the other side, Chu Jingxiao stared intently at Fang Chen, disbelief etched across his face.
Although he did not know what the blood-red "Kill" character above Fang Chen represented, he instinctively felt an immense sense of foreboding. The sixth sense of a martial artist warned him that an enormous crisis was slowly approaching him.
Here, what could pose such a significant threat? It could only be the ownership of this Heritage.
"I must not let this kid comprehend anything!" Chu Jingxiao's expression turned fierce as a sharp glint flashed in his eyes.
He subtly glanced at the White-Clad Middle-Aged Man in mid-air and noticed that the latter's gaze was almost entirely focused on Fang Chen. This realization intensified the sharpness in Chu Jingxiao's eyes.
"I can't act directly, but sometimes you don't need to lay hands on someone to ruin them!" He whispered to himself before taking a deep breath to conceal the fierce light in his eyes. His previously grim expression quickly returned to normal.
Raising his foot, Chu Jingxiao walked calmly towards the pitch-black stone tablet.
At the moment Chu Jingxiao set off, the White-Clad Middle-Aged Man, who had been staring at Fang Chen, briefly glanced at Chu Jingxiao. However, it was just a glance before he turned his attention back.
At this moment, Chu Jingxiao showed no signs of anything unusual; he seemed to be approaching the stone tablet as normally as Fang Chen was, deeply engrossed in his own insights. Meanwhile, Fang Chen, who was only about half a step away, still had his eyes tightly closed, seemingly lost in profound contemplation.
Chu Jingxiao reached the opposite side of Fang Chen and sat cross-legged in front of the stone tablet. He extended his hands and pressed them against the stone. However, just as his hands made contact with the tablet, a fierce glint suddenly flashed in the depths of Chu Jingxiao's eyes, which had been deliberately suppressed.
"Explode! Explode! Explode!"
He growled softly. Amidst his growls, his hands pressed against the stone suddenly exerted force, sending waves of Frenzy Vital Energy surging towards the pitch-black stone tablet.
Boom!
The sudden eruption from a Heavenly Realm expert was so powerful that it resembled a nuclear explosion. Although the Frenzy Vital Energy surged into the stone tablet, at that moment, the ground within a ten-zhang radius around Chu Jingxiao was blasted into the air.
A large cloud of yellow dirt and dust enveloped this ten-zhang space. From above, the area where Fang Chen and Chu Jingxiao were located looked like a massive yellow mushroom cloud had suddenly risen.
"Hehe, let's see if you can survive this!" In the midst of the dust and smoke, Chu Jingxiao's figure was obscured, but a laugh reminiscent of a Night Owl echoed through the air.
Due to the presence of the White-Clad Middle-Aged Man, Chu Jingxiao found it difficult to directly attack Fang Chen. After all, if he did so and Fang Chen fell, he would be killed on the spot by the White-Clad Middle-Aged Man. However, at this moment, he wasn't attacking Fang Chen himself but rather the stone tablet that contained the essence of the Third Punch that Fang Chen was currently comprehending.
The stone tablet was an inanimate object, and no one had said it couldn't be attacked. Therefore, Chu Jingxiao's actions could be considered exploiting a loophole. More importantly, Fang Chen was still immersed in understanding the power within this stone tablet. Under such a sudden and immense disturbance, even though Chu Jingxiao wasn't directly attacking him, it was nearly equivalent to doing so.
After all, martial artists are extremely sensitive to being interrupted by external forces during their insights. Moreover, what Chu Jingxiao was doing went beyond mere interruption; it was practically an act of deliberate sabotage!
"Seeking Death!"
In mid-air, witnessing this sudden scene, the White-Clad Middle-Aged Man's eyes flashed with a chilling murderous intent. Chu Jingxiao's outburst was too abrupt and too swift; even he, who controlled this entire strange space, did not have time to intervene.
As the cold light flickered in his eyes, a fleeting anger crossed the previously calm expression of the White-Clad Middle-Aged Man. Anger naturally called for action. An existence that had advanced through slaughter to reach the Daoist Master Realm was not so easily intimidated.
Chu Jingxiao thought he had found an opportunity by not directly attacking Fang Chen, but the White-Clad Middle-Aged Man found it inappropriate to act against him. In reality, it was a foolish decision.
With a thought, the White-Clad Middle-Aged Man was about to strike. However, at that moment, something caught his eye, causing the chill on his face to dissipate suddenly, replaced by a gentle smile that blossomed at the corners of his mouth.
"This young man is truly extraordinary," the White-Clad Middle-Aged Man remarked again.
As he spoke, he waved his sleeve, and an invisible force descended from above, instantly smoothing out the explosion center that had been rising like a yellow mushroom cloud. The view that had been obscured by dust and debris became clear once more.
As the vision gradually cleared, the harsh laughter reminiscent of a Night Owl continued to emanate from Chu Jingxiao. He felt incredibly clever!
By not directly attacking Fang Chen and instead unexpectedly targeting the stone tablet, he believed that such a disruptive explosion would surely affect Fang Chen's comprehension. The latter would undoubtedly suffer greatly; self-detonation was entirely possible. Moreover, by doing this, the White-Clad Middle-Aged Man would find it difficult to act against him directly.
"Hehe!" After sneering twice again and observing the surroundings returning to normal, Chu Jingxiao's expression remained largely unchanged; everything had been within his expectations. After all, this space was under the control of the White-Clad Middle-Aged Man. He only needed a moment to deal with Fang Chen, and for him, that moment was more than enough—and he had succeeded.
Amidst his laughter, Chu Jingxiao turned to look at Fang Chen, who had been blasted away some distance due to the earlier explosion and was now three or four yards to his left.
He wanted to see Fang Chen's miserable state!
"Even if he doesn't die, he should have lost at least half of his life," he murmured to himself, his smile growing even more brilliant.
However, at that moment, the smile suddenly froze.
In his line of sight, the blood-red character for "Kill" still hovered in mid-air about three to four meters away. However, unlike before, there were now two blood-red characters instead of one. These two characters quietly floated in the air while casting down streams of Blood Light, enveloping the figure below that remained seated with closed eyes.
"This... how is this possible!" Chu Jingxiao's eyes widened in shock, his face instantly turning pale, only to soon reveal a strange flush of red.
"Poof!"
Suddenly, his throat convulsed violently, and a blinding blood arrow shot out from his mouth. The gap between reality and imagination was too vast; in an instant, even as a Heavenly Realm expert, Chu Jingxiao's mind suffered direct damage. He spat blood and staggered back, his breath weakening significantly.
Yet even so, disbelief still lingered on his face.
All the effort he had put into this had seemingly had no effect at all? Instead, it allowed Fang Chen to condense another blood-red character for "Kill" during this time.
If he weren't absolutely certain that he was fully awake, Chu Jingxiao might have thought that everything before him was just an illusion.
His face shifted from green to white, becoming increasingly grim.
At that moment, his body suddenly trembled as a chilling and terrifying aura swept down from the air, enveloping him entirely.
"You foolish creature." The calm voice of the White-Clad Middle-Aged Man thundered in his ears like lightning, adding more pallor to his already pale complexion.
He abruptly lifted his head and looked up in horror at the White-Clad Middle-Aged Man hovering above. Their eyes met, and Chu Jingxiao clearly saw the murderous intent in the other's gaze.
Yes, the other party wanted to kill him!
Chu Jingxiao was convinced he had not seen wrong, and this discovery almost made him lose his mind.
"I didn't attack him; I attacked the stone tablet! You can't kill me!" He shouted these words at the fastest speed, fearing that if he hesitated even slightly, he would be directly killed by the other party.
Once a terrifying existence at the Half-Step Nirvana Realm, and now on the opponent's territory, even though the opponent had already Fallen and was left with only a wisp of divine thought, Chu Jingxiao still did not believe that the other party would have any hesitation in wanting to kill him.
The gap between them was simply too great!
A cold gaze fell upon Chu Jingxiao. The White-Clad Middle-Aged Man's indifferent face suddenly broke into a mocking smile.
"I won't kill you," he said.
As soon as these words fell, Chu Jingxiao, whose mind had been tense, let out a sigh of relief. However, soon after, the indifferent voice sounded again, causing his pupils to constrict.
"Someone will come to kill you; just wait a little longer."
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