Chapter 924 - 349: You Have to Eat Your Fill to Have the Strength to Be a God!
Cracks like spiderwebs spread madly.
Smoke and dust mixed with shattered starlight blasted into the sky.
At the bottom of the deep pit, four figures could be vaguely seen, embedded in the ground and unable to move for the moment.
One punch!
Just one punch!
Four Divine Bone Martial Saints whose combat strength could rank in the top three of the City of Injustice were suppressed with a thunderous crash.
Starry Sky True Intent’s absolute suppression over Divine Blood.
Its sharp edge first revealed!
And Fang Qingyu didn’t even glance at those four deep pits.
His gaze instantly locked onto the black-robed legion below, whose formation was in chaos, temporarily blocked by the star river.
Especially those twenty-something Tier Three experts who were still scared out of their wits.
"Your turn."
Fang Qingyu’s forearms, covered in Star Point Tribulation Crystal, trembled violently.
ROAR——! ROAR——!
Two clear, soaring dragon cries suddenly rang out.
Dazzling golden light erupted from his forearms.
Shun’s Dragon Craft!
Open!
Two lifelike golden dragons, scales and claws flying, instantly coiled and wrapped around his forearms.
Lightning flashed in their dragon eyes, and an awe-inspiring aura roared out.
Immediately after, Fang Qingyu’s right fist, covered in Star Point Tribulation Crystal, clenched tight, pale-cyan Green Lotus Force like a storm madly converging toward his fist edge.
The air around his fist was compressed to the extreme, letting out explosive booms under unbearable strain.
Nine Prisons Break Extreme!
BOOM——!!!
One punch, blasted downward.
This punch fused Green Lotus Force, Qi Blood Tribulation Crystal, and the twin-dragon blessing of Shun’s Dragon Craft.
And that Starry Sky True Intent.
An青-black Fist Aura, condensed to the utmost, shot out from his hand.
At the front of the Fist Aura, nine phantom lotus petals faintly rotated and bloomed, starlight flowing along their edges.
The target.
Was precisely the densest area of those black-robed figures below.
"Get out of the way!!!"
"Join forces to block it!!"
The twenty-something Tier Three experts below were instantly scared out of their souls.
The pressure this punch carried left them utterly incapable of even thinking about taking it head-on.
Amid their terrified screams.
They burst out extreme Speed like a hive of startled bees, frantically dodging in all directions.
However.
The Tier Two elites behind them were far slower to react.
The青-black Fist Aura slammed into the dense crowd like a red-hot branding iron into soft butter.
In an instant it pierced into the packed ranks.
The scalp-numbing, dull shattering sounds—like watermelons smashed apart by a Heavy Hammer—linked into a continuous roar.
Wherever the Fist Aura passed, Protective Qi Blood, Shields, even tough flesh and bone, all were crushed in an instant like fragile paper.
More than twenty Tier Two elites who failed to dodge in time exploded on the spot.
Turning into over twenty ghastly blood-and-flesh fireworks blooming in midair.
Severed limbs and broken remains mixed with fragments of organs poured down like a torrential rain, the thick stench of blood instantly drowning out that cloying sweetness of gore.
The Fist Aura’s remaining force did not abate, slamming hard into the wall of a five-story commercial building behind.
RUMBLE——
The entire wall of reinforced concrete caved inward and shattered as if struck by a giant cannon.
Forming a terrifying hole over ten meters in diameter.
Smoke and rubble blasted skyward in an instant.
The might of a single punch, this terrifying!
The entire battlefield fell into dead silence in a heartbeat.
Only the wailing of the night wind sweeping through the ruins, and the drip-drop of blood hitting the ground.
The four Divine Bone Martial Saints who had just struggled out of the deep pits had their dark-gray masks caked with dust.
Fine cracks had even appeared.
Through the cracks, one could see deep in their hollow, deathly still eyes.
There seemed to be extremely faint ripples surging.
But still no emotional expression.
They only stared dead at Fang Qingyu in midair.
As for those Tier Three experts who’d narrowly escaped with their lives and were scattered across the battlefield.
The expressions on the faces beneath their masks were, at this moment, extremely complicated...
Completely different from those four Divine Bone Martial Saints.
A hundred meters to the rear, the old head of the Desolate Bone Corps leaned against a wall, watching the battle.
His cloudy old eyes were now bulging round.
He stared dead at that figure in the sky, bathed in starlight, who with one punch suppressed Divine Bone and blasted apart over twenty Tier Two.
His withered body trembled slightly from excitement.
His lips quivered as he muttered in a voice only he could hear, eyes bursting with irrepressible ecstasy and a zeal bordering on worship.
"Good... good... good... the stronger the better!!"
And at this moment.
Hovering in midair, Fang Qingyu slowly drew back the fist he had just thrown.
He lowered his head, looking at his right hand, its palm covered in Star Point Tribulation Crystal, Green Lotus Force flowing across the skin.
In the center of his palm, it was as if the terrifying sense of power from that punch still lingered—the Starry Sky True Intent had been stirred, crushing all obstacles.
A strand of indescribable delight and comprehension welled up in his heart like a clear spring.
This Origin Power of the Star Shattering Constellation...
Starry Sky True Intent.
It’s far stronger than I imagined.
One has to know that Fang Qingyu still hasn’t activated the Star Shattering Constellation’s Core Skills or Killing Technique.
Nor has he seen any of the previous Skill fusions; you have to know the strength of the Dragon Fist Grandmaster lies in this.
Besides the innate Dragon Transformation and Killing Technique.
All the other Skills, when fused, would evolve in the direction of the Dragon Fist Grandmaster.
You could say it’s an entire Profession panel tailor‑made for the Dragon Fist Grandmaster.
And right now, the Skills showing on Fang Qingyu’s Star Shattering Constellation are all those old Dragon Fist Grandmaster Skills.
The only thing he can use is the Origin Power of the Star Shattering Constellation—Starry Sky True Intent.
Yet unexpectedly, just the blessing of Starry Sky True Intent alone had pushed Fang Qingyu’s combat power up several tiers...
This is far stronger than the True Meaning of Fire and the True Meaning of Thunder.
Judging from current combat power.
The potential of the Star Shattering Constellation, compared to the Shenxiao Envoy.
Is actually even greater.
Fang Qingyu slowly lifted his head; those Starry Eyes once again swept across the black‑robed legion below, now fallen into dead silence.
His gaze brushed past those four Divine Bone Warriors, wretched yet equally silent, and the corner of his mouth slowly curled.
"Warm‑up’s over."
"Now, time to clear the field."
...
More than ten kilometers away from the Taikang Road battlefield.
Deep inside a desolate, deserted back‑alley lane.
This was already the very edge of the super‑large Force Field Fang Qingyu had laid down.
The dim streetlight here had grown extremely weak, just barely sketching out the silhouettes of two motionless black shadows.
One of them was entirely shrouded in a wide black robe, his aura withdrawn and deep, like a stone statue merged into the darkness.
In front of him, he was pushing a wheelchair.
In the wheelchair, another figure likewise wrapped in a black robe hung his head, unmoving, as if all life had drained away.
The standing black‑robed man had an earpiece plugged in.
From within came an unusually calm voice.
It was reporting how Fang Qingyu had suppressed four Divine Bone Martial Saints with a single punch, and was now slaughtering the others.
"Got it." The standing black‑robed man’s voice was flat and still, cutting off the incoherent report from the communicator. "Tell the four Holy Remains to watch themselves. Once most of the others are dead, retreat immediately. The plan cannot fail."
"Yes, my lord!" The voice in the communicator immediately answered, then cut off quickly.
The black‑robed man slightly raised his head.
From beneath the shadow of the hood, he seemed to glance toward the vague ripples coming from the direction of Taikang Road in the distance.
Then he stopped paying attention to that battlefield.
He bent slightly, drawing out a pitch‑black brush from beneath the wheelchair.
He held the brush in his right hand, his left slowly stroking across the air in front of him.
Hum...
As his arm swung, the pitch‑black, ink‑dark tip of the brush slashed through the air.
It actually left behind streaks of condensed, unfading ink marks, gleaming with a gloomy dark sheen.
These ink marks were not random strokes.
They were tracing out patterns.
They twisted and linked together in midair like living things.
In just a few breaths, a giant circular black Array, about two meters in diameter, was hovering in the air in front of the black‑robed man.
At the center of the Array, countless fine black lines outlined a...
Vividly lifelike, twisted, coiled spinal‑bone pattern.
At the exact instant the Array took shape.
"Ugh..."
The black‑robed figure on the wheelchair, who had been hanging his head as if dead, suddenly let out an extremely faint groan.
Immediately after, under the calm gaze of the standing black‑robed man, the one in the wheelchair rose to his feet in a sudden scraping motion, as if yanked upright by invisible threads.
His head was still bowed, the wide hood hiding his face.
A withered hand, pale to the point of bloodlessness, slowly stretched out from the wide black sleeve, five fingers splayed, reaching toward the front...
Precisely in the direction of the Taikang Road battlefield.
Hum...
The Array in the void suddenly flared with a dim, eerie glow.
Strands of red Blood Qi, nearly imperceptible to the naked eye, were drawn as if by an invisible hand.
They wafted in, thread by thread, from the direction of the Taikang Road battlefield, ceaselessly crossing over more than ten kilometers, finally gathering into the palm of that withered, pale hand.
The black‑robed man standing behind him silently watched this bizarre scene.
The corners of his mouth beneath the hood seemed to curl in a faint arc.
He reached out, gently patting the slightly swelling back of the black‑robed man in front.
His voice was low and gentle:
"Eat... eat... eat more..."
"Fill yourself up..."
"Only then will you have the strength to become a God."