Immortal of the Nine Realms

The Deviant Snake Race divine ability expert slowly flicked his tail, a mocking and playful sneer playing across his face. "An ant like you actually thought of leaving after seeing us?"

Two of the Southern God Race experts' heads were turned toward the Deviant Snake Race member, while his remaining head stayed locked onto Fang Chen, his eyes filled with immense curiosity and scrutiny. "What is the background of this human? It is truly rare to see one manage to last until now."

The Deviant Snake Race expert burst into a raucous laugh. "What background could they possibly have? They were nothing more than slave soldiers in the past. If you're curious about the human race, just dissect his corpse and take a look later. I recall they only possess... Nine Supreme Bones?"

"Only nine? That is indeed a bit on the lower side..." A strange look surfaced in the Southern God Race expert's eyes, and he gave a nod of agreement. "When we split open his body later, I must examine it thoroughly. How could a mere nine Supreme Bones allow him to survive up to this point?"

"Will it be you, or shall I?" asked the Deviant Snake Race expert casually.

Fang Chen noted how the two had seamlessly aligned themselves into a unified front with a tacit understanding, intending to deal with him first.

"Let me do it. But you cannot launch a sneak attack on me when I make my move," the Southern God Race expert stipulated.

"Rest assured. Since when has the relationship between our twelve powerful races been that terrible? Though we have our usual skirmishes, we wouldn't stoop to performing such despicable acts under the watchful eyes of the public," the Deviant Snake Race expert chortled strangely.

In the void behind the duo, hundreds of Inner Domains were currently spectating the confrontation.

All three heads of the Southern God Race expert nodded. "Fair point."

He then aligned to stare in unison at Fang Chen. The smiles vanished entirely from his face, replaced by eyes completely filled with detachment, as if he were looking at a dead man.

Within a mere split second, he seemed to throw himself directly into a combat-ready state, the aura radiating from his body growing increasingly majestic and powerful.

Observing through their Inner Domains, the divine ability experts of the human race caught the majestic aura enveloping the entity, and their expressions turned slightly grim. The underlying foundation between their respective races was indeed worlds apart.

The aura of that sixth-transformation expert from the Southern God Race already far eclipsed that of the most elite sixth transformation within the human race. Across the vast entirety of humanity, aside from Fang Chen who stood before them, it would probably be immensely difficult to find another peer capable of matching that Southern God Race expert. Yet, existences like him were by no means scarce within the Southern God Race.

The Southern God Race expert spoke slowly. "I don’t want to blast you into bits. I prefer that you leave behind an intact corpse, so I can see exactly how you survived to this day with such a pitifully small number of Supreme Bones. Why don't you commit suicide instead? Given your natural talent, you might even have a chance to become a member of the Soul Race."

The Soul Race?

The crowd had almost forgotten about that particular detail. Half Saint Jinwu's face shifted slightly, his expression flickering between dark and clear.

If this kid dies inside the Saint Tower Battle, he might truly be transformed into a member of the Soul Race. And the Soul Race... is similarly one of the twelve powerful races, holding an exceptionally detached status where even the God Clan treats them as equals...

At that thought, the Half Saint Jinwu suddenly wished for Fang Chen not to die in the Saint Tower Battle, or if he were to die, it had better be a death of absolute obliteration, where his soul scattered into nothingness.

The Fang Clan already has Fang Cangyue, who has caught the eye of Saint Wangqing. If another one comes along and catches the eye of an existence even stronger than Saint Wangqing, it will pose an immense threat to the Jinyang Alliance...

***

"Committing suicide is out of the question." Fang Chen smiled. "I would like to ask, given your strength, do you have any hope of breaking into the top one hundred?"

"The top one hundred?" The Southern God Race divine ability expert was in no hurry to deal with Fang Chen. Instead, he pondered seriously for a moment, then shook his heads. "Not much of a chance. Breaking into the top three hundred is about my limit."

With that, a smile surfaced on his face. "You aren't harboring thoughts of breaking into the top one hundred yourself, are you? For a nameless, weak race, that is absolutely impossible. The gap in inherent foundation is something that even talent cannot bridge. If you don't believe me, then watch!"

The moment his voice fell, he made his move.

In an instant, he unleashed over a dozen different divine abilities, each carrying immense destructive power. As this Southern God Race expert struck, his aura could no longer be concealed. The sheer, roaring volume of his majestic immortal essence left the spectating human divine ability experts thoroughly shocked. It was at least four times greater than that of an elite human expert of the same realm!

However, what they didn’t know was that Fang Chen’s immortal essence within Fang Chen's body was already over ten times stronger than that of ordinary humans of his rank. Therefore, the moment his opponent struck, Fang Chen immediately realized that his own internal strength was still far superior to his opponent. In his heart, he could now vaguely gauge what tier his absolute strength belonged to.

Without relying on any overly flashy tricks, Fang Chen erupted with a burst of immortal essence that completely eclipsed his opponent's, directly suppressing him with sheer, raw power.

In just over a dozen exchanges, the Southern God Race expert, who had just been completely composed and overbearing in his execution, was ruthlessly beaten down into the dirt. Two of his heads were rolling on the ground, and five of his six arms had been severed. He had been, for all intents and purposes, utterly broken.

The Southern God Race expert wasn't dead yet, but his eyes were entirely blank. He seemed utterly unable to comprehend why a member of the human race could burst forth with an immortal essence reserve that was vastly superior to his own.

He murmured to himself, "Are you truly from the human race... or are you from the Divine Race?"

No one could answer him, because Fang Chen had already engaged the Deviant Snake Race expert.

The strength of these two individuals from the twelve powerful races was roughly on par. Within a few short clashes, Fang Chen locked a death grip onto the Deviant Snake Race expert's tail. Treating him like a massive whip, he slammed him repeatedly against the body of the Southern God Race expert, over and over again.

Before long, both of the experts from the twelve powerful races breathed their last.

Every single Inner Domain present fell into a state of absolute silence. Within the Inner Domains belonging to the Deviant Snake Race and the Southern God Race, gazes filled with shock, astonishment, bewilderment, and fury locked squarely onto Fang Chen. They scrutinized him continuously, as if trying to figure out how a tiny bug could sequentially slaughter two elites from the twelve powerful races.

Fang Lie murmured to himself, "This kid's strength... Has already surpassed the average benchmark of the twelve powerful races. Even if he hasn't reached the absolute pinnacle, he is definitely only a single line away..."

Saint Wandao's voice rang out, "He may very well possess the strength to compete for the top one hundred..."

Immediately following that, every Saint and Half Saint fell into deep thought.

How could a human race with such a pathetic foundation suddenly produce a prodigy who had a real shot at competing for the top one hundred of his rank in the Saint Tower Battle?

Saint Jinyang's voice echoed. "I'm actually beginning to doubt if this kid is even human. Saint Fang, why don't you shed some light on this?"

Fang Lie said indifferently, "Why wouldn't he be human? The blood of my Fang Clan flows through his veins."

There was one sentence he kept to himself, however. This kid is also a disciple of the Reincarnation Immortal Sect...

Fang Chen's successive suppression and slaughter of two elites from the twelve powerful races caused the human divine ability experts across the various human Inner Domains, regardless of whether they belonged to rival factions or the same camp, to uniformly display a look of profound respect. This had already transcended personal interests and private feuds. For the human race to achieve such a result was of immense benefit to humanity as a whole.

Conversely, over on the Flame Race's side, while their camps remained dead silent, their eyes were filled with a thick, heavy layer of deep anxiety.

***

I finally have a clear grasp of things. My strength is indeed above the general standard of the twelve powerful races, and should be close to the absolute peak, perhaps even at the peak. I'll just need a few more battles to fully validate it, Fang Chen calculated silently.

His participation in this Saint Tower Battle, aside from wanting to obtain the Flesh and Blood Dragon Ginseng to break through to the seventh transformation, carried a more fundamental purpose. As a frog in a well, he wanted to leap out of it to see exactly how wide the gap was between himself and the powerful races of the God Realm.