Chapter 983 - 363: Can You Hurry Up and Become a God? I’m Kind of in a Rush!

The corner of his mouth curled into a wicked smile, his voice filled with arrogance and fervor:

"Captain Fang, do you know what sword this is?"

His intonation mimicked the ancient dialect of the King Corpse.

Yet it seemed awkward and contrived.

Fang Qingyu looked at the Blood Filth Cross Sword.

Feeling the terrifying aura not weaker than the Divine Bone Creatures emanating from it.

His gaze remained calm and steady.

He gently shook his head:

"No interest in knowing."

No sooner had he spoken—

BOOM!!!

"Star Remains!!!"

Fang Qingyu’s low growl was like a decree at the dawn of the universe.

The dark red, nearly black Tribulation Crystal covering his entire body instantly transformed into a deep black background akin to the cosmic canopy.

Countless dazzling silver stars illuminated on this dark background with unprecedented density and brightness.

Sketching out a vast, boundless star map.

On either side of his forehead, the crystalline horns shimmering with starlight pierced the void instantly, like the crown of a divine sea god.

Star Shattering Constellation System.

Star Remnant Form, full firepower ahead!

This is just the beginning!

"Shenxiao!!!"

BZZZ—

Golden Shenxiao Thunder exploded with a roar, countless strands of golden thunder instantly wrapped around his left arm covered in black Star Crystal and his entire left side.

The ferocious Thunder Power merged into the Star Remnant veins, transforming into raging Thunder Bloodline.

On his left arm, golden thunder patterns roamed like living creatures, emitting deafening crackling explosions.

Shenxiao Envoy System.

Original Thunder, perfectly fused!

Immediately afterward, the Patrol System emerged from his body.

Three sources of Original Power from different professions frantically pulling within Fang Qingyu.

Eventually, under the forced command of the most powerful furnace and skeleton of the Star Remnant Form, achieving a violent and temporary balance.

But it wasn’t over yet.

"Shun’s Dragon Craft!!!"

Fang Qingyu shouted again.

Two golden small dragons instantly coiled around his arms.

The already terrifying aura soared to new, insane heights.

Everything related to combat qualities was pushed beyond the utmost limits.

This was Fang Qingyu’s peak combat power.

Three-system fusion, ultimate form.

The next second—

SWISH!

Fang Qingyu’s figure suddenly vanished from where he stood.

Leaving only a ring-shaped shockwave cloud forcibly displaced by his blazing speed.

Upon the throne, Chen Yuanshan’s blood-colored pupils suddenly constricted to needlepoint.

Too fast!

So fast that even his demigod senses could only catch a three-colored afterimage tearing space apart.

So fast that the Blood Filth Cross Sword in his hand instinctively began to raise, attempting to block...

BANG—

Fang Qingyu’s fist shrouded in Three-Colored Destruction Flame.

Already crossed the void distance, smashing brutally onto the hurriedly raised blade body of the Blood Filth Cross Sword.

"CLANG—"

A terrifying boom instantly swept across the entire Earth Palace.

Mixing starlight, thunder, and light and dark shockwaves spread madly in spherical form, centered at the impact point.

CRACK—

Under Chen Yuanshan’s feet, the Skeleton Throne became instantly filled with spider-web-like cracks, then exploded.

"Aaargh—!"

Chen Yuanshan felt as if a mighty force like reversed star rivers fiercely entered his arm and body through the Blood Filth Cross Sword.

Spurt!

His throat turned sweet, and a mouthful of dark gold blood uncontrollably spewed out.

His body, like a severed kite, was violently blasted away by this force.

His feet dug firmly into the ground, trying to stabilize his stance, but they carved two terrifying trenches over a hundred meters long into the impenetrable Earth Palace’s stone slabs.

Fragments of rock mixed with bone-ashes soared into the sky.

Until his back hit hard against a massive white bone pillar supporting the dome, with a dull thud, the entire Earth Palace shook violently again, barely did he come to a stop.

The Blood Filth Cross Sword in his hand emitted sharp, ear-piercing humming.

The dark red blood light surged wildly on the sword, flickering intermittently, as if wailing, or perhaps fully enraged.

Chen Yuanshan propped himself onto the sword, barely standing firm, and wiped away the dark golden blood from the corner of his mouth.

Underneath his dark red skin, the blood light frantically circulated, repairing the internal tremors.

He raised his head, the blood-colored divine pupils fixedly stared at Fang Qingyu, a hundred feet away, slowly retracting his fist.

His eyes filled with incredulous shock and an expression of utterly overturned understanding.

"You... were you deliberately... deliberately dragged down?!!"

His voice was twisted by extreme shock.

He finally understood.

Why, in the blood-colored space on the surface, Fang Qingyu’s displayed combat power was strong.

Yet seemingly didn’t reach the level to crush the Cross?

Why was he dragged into the Abyss by the Cross’s restraints?

It turns out... turns out the opponent was doing it intentionally!

Intentionally showing weakness to the enemy! Intentionally being dragged into the depths of this Earth Palace.

Intentionally waiting until Chen Yuanshan revealed all his cards, and even began the final transformation, before unleashing this demigod-crushing power!

What kind of arrogant confidence is this?!

This has treated Chen Yuanshan, his decades-long plan to become a god, entirely as a game waiting for the prey to show all its claws?!

This is not just confidence anymore.

This is arrogance, seeing oneself as absolutely invincible.

Fang Qingyu looked at Chen Yuanshan’s life-questioning gaze, his face covered in three-colored flames showing no expression.

Only a hint of mocking close to pity passed through those burning eyes.

He gently shook his head, too lazy to answer this question, and asked in a tone filled with curiosity:

"Can you still become a god? Isn’t there only one last step remaining?"

Fang Qingyu was waiting.

Waiting for Chen Yuanshan to complete the final step and truly become a god.

Then he would kill him.

Only this way could he obtain the divine essence origin.

Whether it was used for the growth of the Realm Patrol or converted into a vast amount of skill points.

It was all possible.

This was maximizing the benefits.

After all, he played with Chen Yuanshan for so long, he had to collect some interest.

And Chen Yuanshan understood as well.

Understood the blatant meaning in Fang Qingyu’s words...

Silence.

Silence enveloped the Earth Palace ravaged to a mess by shockwaves.

Only the unwilling humming of the Blood Filth Cross Sword.

And Chen Yuanshan’s heavy and suppressed panting.

The three ancient corpses held down by the King Corpse’s pressure below were also completely stunned at this moment.

They looked at their supreme king.

Who unexpectedly was punched away by the intruder, spitting blood in disgrace.

After hearing Fang Qingyu’s words of declaration...

The battle was clearly one-sided.

But no matter what, Chen Yuanshan was their king, and now that the king was in trouble, not helping him would be sinful.

So the red-haired dried corpse among them was prepared to grit his teeth and hazard helping.

However, just as he was ready to go forth, a hand suddenly stopped him.

It was precisely the King Corpse who had suddenly disappeared, now looking at them with exasperation saying: "Are you idiots? Going up now is sending yourselves to death!?"

Upon hearing this, the three dried corpses began to whimper in grievance.

The meaning was clear, the king was in trouble above, even if they went up and died for the king, it was better than standing here doing nothing.

And as the King Corpse listened, he rolled his eyes in a very human-like manner and said: "Don’t fret, Chen Yuanshan is temporarily fine, and... the other one is actually our real future king."

Hearing this, anger instantly flared in the eyes of the three dried corpses.

Seemingly wanting to rebuke how the King Corpse could act like this!?

But due to the relationship between the two sides and the disparity in strength, the three dried corpses groaned lowly, yet dared not act.

The King Corpse seeing this frustratingly said: "When have I ever harmed you?? We’ve gone through 18 masters, haven’t I still kept you alive well!?"

"A king that’s going to die isn’t truly our king, understand?"

"And I see... the other one, is our genuine king these past two millennia!!"

...

And the battlefield was deeply sorrowful.

Chen Yuanshan lowered his head, dark red hair draping down, obscuring his expression.

He leaned on the Blood Filth Cross Sword.

Trembling slightly due to extreme anger and humiliation.

After a few seconds.

He slowly lifted his head.

All the shock, anger, humiliation on his face...

Had vanished.

Only a chill of utmost coldness remained.

He suddenly thrust the Blood Filth Cross Sword into the ground beneath his feet.

Thud!

The blade sunk straight to the hilt.

"Ho... Hoho..."

A low and sinister laughter squeezed out from deep in his throat.

Growing louder, more manic!

"Good... very good! Fang Qingyu! You want the divine essence origin? I’ll grant it to you!!!"

Accompanied by his hysterical roar...

Boom!!!

A deep heartbeat sound without warning echoed at the very depths of the Earth Palace.

Under that torn apart Blood Pool, it resounded loudly!