Chapter 992 - 366: In the Past, People Called Me Xu Fu!

However, in this deathly silence of despair.

No one knew who was the first to notice that faint starlight almost obscured by the gigantic figure’s scarlet glow.

"Look... look over there!!"

The voice was altered due to extreme astonishment.

"What is that?!"

"Light! There’s still some light!!"

Countless gazes, as if drawn by invisible strings.

Suddenly shifted away from the colossal, nauseating body of the hundred-meter figure.

Directed towards the deep night sky behind it.

A speck of faint starlight.

Although it was tiny.

But it truly existed.

Persistently shining amidst the boundless blood sea and foul breath.

It hovered in the night sky not far from the gigantic figure, as small as dust compared to a mountain.

Yet at the moment when all gazes focused on it...

The starlight suddenly intensified.

In the center of that cool starlight.

A silhouette proudly hovered.

The combat uniform fluttered fiercely in the biting cold wind, the posture as straight as a lonely pine on a snowy peak.

The face covered with Star Point Tribulation Crystal glimmered with an unearthly texture in the starlight, the pair of horns on either side of the forehead, shimmering with starlight, like the crown of a deity of the starry sea.

"It’s... it’s Captain Fang!!"

On the sea surface, Old Ghost’s withered body suddenly trembled, exclaiming in disbelief.

The bloodshot old eyes burst with a near-fanatic hope.

"Fang Qingyu!!!"

"Oh my god, it’s the Thunder God!?!"

In the City of Injustice, of course, there were people who recognized Fang Qingyu’s true appearance.

And thus the place erupted in an instant.

All eyes were astonishedly fixed on that silhouette in starlight.

Curiosity surged in their hearts.

Was the Thunder God going to fight that thing!?

How would he confront this hundred-meter gigantic figure?!

In the Arctic night sky.

The cold wind was like a knife.

Fang Qingyu hovered amidst the starlight, his face covered with Star Crystal was calm and tranquil.

Only the eyes, containing rotating starry river.

Clearly reflected this deity formed by the painful corpses ahead.

Listening to Chen Yuanshan’s roar just now.

He couldn’t help but shake his head and chuckle.

Because while others couldn’t discern it, Fang Qingyu heard it very clearly.

Amidst that hysterical crazy laughter...

There was a hint of... fear.

Yes, fear.

Thinking of this, the corner of Fang Qingyu’s lips slightly curled upwards.

Revealing a faint arc.

Not mockery, more like an understanding and... disinterest.

That roar full of struggling.

Precisely exposed Chen Yuanshan’s most genuine state of mind at this moment.

From the depths of the Earth Palace, the moment Chen Yuanshan broke through the Tier Three shackles, stepping into the Tier Four Divine Domain.

He thought he had gained power to crush everything.

Yet, when his full-force strike was steadily caught by Fang Qingyu’s hand covered with Star Crystal.

When the Blood Filth Cross Sword, imbued with divine corruption, wailed and trembled under Fang Qingyu’s fusion of the Three Great Forces powerful blow.

When Chen Yuanshan himself, was forcibly blasted away, shattering the Skeleton Throne, embarrassedly spitting blood...

Again and again.

No matter how high he climbed.

No matter what trump card he used.

Fang Qingyu remained there like the deep and infinite star sea, calmly standing.

With an absolute power.

Crushed all of his arrogance and confidence, again and again.

That feeling of powerlessness, as if never able to reach the opponent’s limits.

Had long since taken root in Chen Yuanshan’s heart.

This roar of "You think you can kill me".

Rather than a provocation, it was more like the last struggle in the abyss of despair.

A bluff born of fear.

Thus came the scene of this flesh mountain giant.

This was Chen Yuanshan’s last resort.

Fang Qingyu’s gaze didn’t even linger much on Chen Yuanshan’s grotesque body.

Instead, his thoughts were stirred by this roar, briefly recalling back to the deep of the Earth Palace.

Just before this earth-shattering explosion occurred...

The Earth Palace’s great hall was a mess.

The giant bone pillars supporting the dome were full of cracks.

Chen Yuanshan hovered in midair.

The newly transformed shimmering white body was covered with Dark Gold Divine Runes.

Emitted a suffocating demigod’s pressure.

The blood eyes fixed on Fang Qingyu below, where resentment and killing intent almost became tangible.

Fang Qingyu was shrouded in three-colored flames, surrounded by starlight, thunder, and the flow of light and dark, with an aura both violent and restrained, like a Star Core about to explode.

On the verge of breaking out.

However, at this critical moment...

The King Corpse also broke through.

Not only Fang Qingyu’s gaze was drawn over.

Chen Yuanshan also temporarily set aside Fang Qingyu and turned to look.

In his blood eyes shot out incredulous rage and a trace of humiliation.

"You!!!"

Chen Yuanshan’s voice rang first, filled with divine majesty and anger, "I am your king! You just called, why did you not answer?! What exactly do you intend to do?!"

This questioning jolted the King Corpse from the confusion of the breakthrough.

The King Corpse’s dark gray eyes, which were fluctuating violently, focused instantly.

Then he didn’t say a word, nor did he hesitate.

Simply stomped hard!

Buzz!

An invisible force instantly swept up the three ancient corpses that were still in a daze on the ground.

"Go!"

With a low roar, the King Corpse moved as fast as a specter, dragging the three dried corpselike subordinates like large pieces of trash.

Turning into a blue-gray afterimage.

Without a backward glance, he dashed towards the exit passage of the Earth Palace.

"Bastard!!!"

Seeing this, Chen Yuanshan’s roar reached its peak in an instant.

Having just broken through to Tier Four, becoming the true master of this Earth Palace.

Yet now to be so blatantly ignored by the very Tomb Guardian he had revived, even... betrayed?!

The rage nearly shattered the godlike indifference he struggled to maintain.

Killing intent surged in his Melted Gold blood eyes, and he instinctively raised his hand.

To utterly suppress and crush this fleeing King Corpse.