Chapter 982 - 363: Can You Hurry Up and Become a God? I’m a Bit Pressed for Time!

The final step remaining...

The answer is right at hand.

What’s missing is Fang Qingyu, the body considered the perfect fuel by Chen Yuanshan.

In that instant when Fang Qingyu’s mind spun...

Chen Yuanshan, still tightly held by Fang Qingyu.

No sign of defeat or anger was visible on his calm and indifferent face.

He suddenly opened his mouth wide!

"Pfft—!"

An intense, sweetly pungent and corrosive dark red blood mist spewed out from his mouth like a high-pressure hose, instantly enveloping Fang Qingyu’s face.

Buzz—

The Star Crystal covering Fang Qingyu’s surface burst forth with an unprecedented brilliant radiance.

Countless tiny silver stars flowed like a boiling galaxy.

Instantly forming a barrier of starlight in front.

Hiss hiss hiss—

The viscous blood mist collided with the starlight barrier, emitting a harsh corrosive sound.

The dark red mist and the brilliant starlight frantically intertwined and annihilated, raising a vast stench-filled blue smoke.

In the moment when the blood mist obscured vision and the starlight barrier vibrated fiercely...

The blood light on Chen Yuanshan’s arm suddenly exploded.

"Rip!"

A piercing tearing sound echoed.

He forcibly tore apart the portion of skin and thick blood light covering the front end of the arm held by Fang Qingyu.

Like a cicada shedding its shell, abandoning part of the outer layer.

Instantly breaking free from Fang Qingyu’s grip.

Swish!

A bloody silhouette flashed.

Chen Yuanshan’s figure transformed into a blood rainbow, quickly darting backward.

Landing steadily on the high Skeleton Throne.

At the front end of his severed arm, the viscous dark red light crazily wriggled.

In the blink of an eye, a new hand, covered in dark red scale-like keratin, grew out.

Chen Yuanshan settled on the throne, his broken arm restored.

He looked down at Fang Qingyu, who was enveloped in blood mist, with starlight flashing below.

In those blood-colored divine eyes.

For the first time, a hint of gloom and suspicion belonging to Chen Yuanshan’s original form appeared.

Simultaneously, he noticed an anomaly with the throne.

The King Corpse, who previously sat here with an obscure and eerie presence, was unexpectedly absent?

"Where is the King Corpse?!"

Chen Yuanshan’s cold gaze swept towards the three ancient corpses still suppressed by the King Corpse’s might.

The three corpses looked bewildered.

As Chen Yuanshan’s attention and questioning fell upon them, they became even more flustered and aggrieved.

The White-haired Corpse croaked, pointing at Fang Qingyu and then at the throne, while the Grey-haired Corpse gestured with the Bone Axe, signaling how the King Corpse blocked their movements, and the Red-haired Corpse roared anxiously, repeatedly indicating the spot where the King Corpse had stood, then pointed at Fang Qingyu.

The meaning was clear.

The King Corpse blocked us, and then it disappeared on its own.

Listening to the chaotic howls and gestures of the three corpses, gazing at their frantic demeanor indicating Fang Qingyu and the empty throne, the veins on Chen Yuanshan’s dark red forehead bulged instantly.

"You traitors! I am your king!!!"

Chen Yuanshan suddenly slammed his palm onto the throne’s armrest.

The armrest, built of massive skeletons, instantly shattered in wide sections.

"I exhausted my efforts to resurrect you, bestowed you with power to guard this place. You dare to betray?!"

His voice was filled with incredulous fury.

That King Corpse was the critical point in controlling this ancient Earth Palace.

An important tomb guardian and support in his plan.

Gone at his most crucial moment?

Fang Qingyu waved, dispersing the remaining blood mist and smoke in front, retracting the starlight barrier.

He glanced at the furious Chen Yuanshan on the throne, then at the three aggrieved, silent ancient corpses below.

He couldn’t help but curve his lips into a smile, lightly laughing:

"Looks like you’re not much of a king after all, huh?"

Upon hearing this, the forced composure in Chen Yuanshan’s demigod state.

Suddenly shattered.

His veins pulsed wildly like coiled dragons on both temples.

Dark red skin surged with swirling blood light.

The barely maintained human-shaped face even exhibited slight distortion.

He glared intensely at Fang Qingyu, his deep crimson pupils burning with venom and murderous intent.

His voice quivered, edged with a sharp tremor due to extreme rage:

"Must you revert to mere wordplay, Captain Fang? Quite disappointing!"

Before the words finished—

Boom!!!

A far more terrifying and sinister wave than before erupted from Chen Yuanshan.

He slowly lifted the newly grown hand, covered in dark red scales.

Within the palm.

The dark red blood light frantically converged and took shape.

A sword!

A long sword, entirely dark red, seemingly formed from congealed foul blood.

Slowly emerged in his palm!

The sword’s body was narrow, over three feet long, presenting a spine-like arc.

Embedded in the hilt, a dark gold cross was intricately engraved, reduced to countless times its original size, yet clearly visible.

The entire sword exuded a dense, indelible blood-soaked divine aura.

That aura shared the same origin as the previous massive black cross Divine Armament.

In an instant, Fang Qingyu’s starry eyes revealed a shred of understanding.

So the previous cross wasn’t the true form.

This ominous blood-light-emitting eerie longsword is the genuine form of the Divine Armament.

The enormous cross form.

Likely serves some function of mass blood sacrifice to extract power.

Chen Yuanshan held the Blood Cross Long Sword, its tip pointing diagonally to the ground.

The dense dark red blood light flowed and dripped upon the sword like a living entity, scorching white smoke on the bone ashes covering the ground.

He noticed the flicker of understanding in Fang Qingyu’s eyes.