Chapter 85: Chapter 85: Offering Oneself to the Flames, Burning Away All Calamities!!!

Nine Heavens Primordial Visualization Method · First Realm...

Reaching Transformation Realm tonight!!

The Dragon and Tiger Force within the body is like a living creature, frolicking and galloping.

Thus, creating the sight everyone witnessed.

"Zhang Zi’ang, Qi Ziming, Xiang Han..."

Fang Qingyu stood in front of Tong Ran, and began to mutter names one by one.

These were fighters with relatively strong power.

But just now, none came forward to help hold back the woman.

After calling names, he pointed at Tong Ran, Tang Lingchuan, Wu Yan, and the others.

"If any of them dies..."

"I will come back for your lives!!!"

As soon as the words fell.

The ground suddenly collapsed into a web-like pit.

The fragments of blue bricks hovered in the air, yet to fall.

A golden thread ran through the entire great hall.

A fist, enveloped in dragon roars and tiger growls, pierced through the blood-red barrier hurriedly formed by the woman.

Those defense layers, capable of corroding steel, were like fragile candy coating.

Boom!!!

The shockwave snapped the nearest bronze lamp post in half.

Everyone around was swept off their feet by the blast, and through the blurred visibility, they only saw Fang Qingyu clutching the woman’s throat, charging into the darkness behind the throne.

...

"Who are you?"

When the woman stood unharmed among the shattered stone debris, her expression was not of anger, but rather curiosity.

"Wo Nen Die."

Fang Qingyu’s heart skipped a beat but he still smiled faintly.

"?"

The woman’s elegant brow furrowed in puzzlement.

Clearly knowing it’s not a good phrase.

She raised her slender hand.

A blood river traced marks in the air like a brush.

The glaring red light illuminated the darkness.

Fang Qingyu’s back instantly chilled.

After his Special Ability predicted her next move.

His body immediately reacted.

The golden and silver patterns on his fist dragged a meteor-like trail of light in the dark.

The palace-dressed woman lightly tapped the blood river with her finger.

Twelve layers of blood-red barriers unfurled layer upon layer in front.

When the fist struck the first layer of blood curtain, the ground violently shook.

But it failed to penetrate the barrier...

And the subsequent layers of blood drapes, following the woman’s command, swiftly floated to the sky and transformed into a scarlet waterfall pouring down.

Fang Qingyu didn’t have time to ponder why he couldn’t break through.

He spun to dodge the corrosive blood rain.

The elbow strike, with a piercing sound, aimed for the woman’s temple.

But it got tangled with the blood coral bead chain hanging by her hair.

"Martial Arts God?"

The woman chuckled, fingers sketching in the air.

"Yet still a mortal."

The bead chain suddenly tightened.

The bones in his wrist emitted a subtle cracking sound.

In the blink of an eye.

Viscous blood plasma seeped from the gaps between floor bricks, quickly covering his ankles.

Fang Qingyu stomped the ground to summon strength.

Baji Heavy Falling Strength lifted the blood water three meters high.

He was just about to retreat.

But the surrounding blood water seemed to have gained life, quickly entwined his body, lifting him into the air.

The blood water slowly solidified.

Twisting into a cage in mid-air, it slowly landed.

"Your blood, smells sweet."

Ignoring the blood-red bars, the woman walked right through, pressing her nose deeply against Fang Qingyu’s neck.

Breathing with a decaying sweet scent

Dan Kou’s nails scraped his bulging carotid artery...

Seeing this.

Fang Qingyu’s lips slightly curled.

He didn’t expect the woman to underestimate him so.

To dare approach him so casually.

In the next second.

Countless pitch-black patterns exploded and spread from his heart.

As if ancient fierce beasts broke their seals.

The blood shackles originally wrapped around him shattered inch by inch, not broken by brute force but swallowed by some more primitive darkness...

"Eternal Night..."

The deep syllable rolled from Fang Qingyu’s throat.

"Curtain!!"

The moment the last word was spoken, a circular tide of darkness erupted with Fang Qingyu as its center.

As if it reversed the entire galaxy and withdrew all starlight.

Fang Qingyu raised his hand in a virtual grip.

The Eternal Night Curtain completely sealed the last ray of light.

Then he reversed grip, seizing the woman’s wrist.

The over-shoulder throw’s force slammed both into the darkness simultaneously.

The dark matter congealed into shackles, pinning the woman firmly to the ground.

Fang Qingyu flipped over, straddling the woman’s waist and abdomen.

His fist, like a heavy hammer, smashed towards that exquisite face...

Bam!! Bam!! Bam!!

Fang Qingyu couldn’t remember how many punches he threw.

The power enhanced by the Dragon and Tiger Force.

Enough to destroy everything!!!

But unfortunately.

When the sharp pain from his finger joints came.

The woman casually caught Fang Qingyu’s fist and slowly moved it aside.

Her expressionless face.

Still intact.

"You successfully angered me."

Supported by the blood river, the woman’s body slowly stood up.

Even her pupils were filled with blood color.

At this moment.

In the perception of Breathing Technique, the woman

was like an invincible Evil God...

Watching the opponent unmoved, after the woman gently spoke, she twisted her wrist.

Fang Qingyu only felt the world spinning.

His entire body rapidly flew backward.

His back heavily crashed against the bronze relief wall.

Spiderweb cracks exploded behind him, the spine pressing against the bronze emitted metallic groans that made teeth ache.

A metallic taste rose in his throat.

A mouthful of blood sprayed onto the blue brick floor.

Fang Qingyu barely lifted his head, seeing the woman float above the blood river.

Twelve layers of blood-red drapes swirled around her.

"Is that so?"

As his vision began to blur, Fang Qingyu suddenly bit his tongue, the intense pain abruptly clearing his consciousness.

Staring at the woman, softly murmuring.

"You have also angered me."

The shattered murmur reverberated in his chest.

"Embrace of the Candle..."

Not only had Fang Qingyu reached Perfection with his Observation Method just now.

He also had 5 Skill Points.

Spent on the Candlebearer’s profession panel.

Afraid that if Martial Arts Apprentice techniques wouldn’t suffice,

then he would have to rely on the power of new Skills.

And the outcome didn’t disappoint Fang Qingyu.

It’s just...

Earlier fearing others might see, he refrained from using it.

But now, surrounded by unfamiliar conditions, with Tong Ran’s group not by his side.

Fang Qingyu has nothing to fear!!!

"Eternal Night Radiant Armor!"

As the last four syllables escaped his teeth.

Fang Qingyu’s surroundings plummeted into absolute darkness.

The ink-colored flowing in the darkness seemed to come alive, transforming into countless tail-devouring black snakes spiraling up along his boots.

The sound of fabric tearing suddenly echoed.

The golden dragon and tiger patterns peeled off piece by piece in the dark flames.

The hem of the coat formed by liquid black flame fell, scorching the blue brick floor into dense hive-like holes.

Facing Fang Qingyu in his new form...

The woman floating in mid-air stumbled backward for the first time.

Watching this scene, she felt a sense of familiarity.

"You... What are you!?"

However, Fang Qingyu paid her no mind, picking up the fallen Mo Thunder beside him.

Positioning it vertically in front.

"Offer oneself to the flame—"

Under a whisper.

The darkness inside the grand hall surged, transforming into black flame continuously absorbed by Mo Thunder.

When Fang Qingyu opened his eyes black as ink.

The black flame raging on the blade had already turned into a pillar of fire reaching the sky.

"Burn away all the bane!!!"

The final syllable fell as the blade descended simultaneously.

The woman’s shrill scream piercing through the darkness.

"Are you that madman’s follower!?"

The echo hadn’t yet faded.

Her figure had already been swallowed by the rampaging black flame.

The dome crumbled in the black flame, a ray of daylight pierced through the Eternal Night.

Illuminating the crow-feather way his robe flared.

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