Chapter 817: Chapter 323: The Birth of a Legend, Life Ghost Cleaner!
Crack—!
Bone-breaking sound sharp enough to make teeth ache.
Like the whisper of the Death God, it suddenly echoes on the dust-filled arena.
Clearly penetrating the deafening uproar of the audience.
It is precisely at the moment the crisp sound is heard.
A few dull thuds simultaneously pound.
The attacks of the remaining four from the Desolate Bone Slaughter, wrapped in their full anger, killing intent and a tinge of belated fear, strike heavily on Fang Qingyu’s back.
The frenzied Power erupts instantly.
The dark gold-colored Qi Blood smoke around Fang Qingyu surges violently, flaring like a candle in the wind, as if it could be completely torn apart at any moment.
His body suddenly leans forward.
Enduring the combined strike.
Boom—!!!
Centered on Fang Qingyu, the already battered arena floor explodes into a huge crater over ten meters in diameter.
Thicker dust mixed with gravel and lingering dark red blood mist.
Like volcanic ash eruption, it instantly shoots skyward.
Completely engulfing the entire No. 3 arena.
In sight, there’s only the rolling gray-yellow and blinding Energy shockwaves rampaging wildly within the Force Field light screen.
"Did they kill him?!!"
"Shui Lu is dead?! His neck got snapped?!!"
"Behind! They hit him from behind!!!"
"Is it over?!!!"
"Smoke! Look at the smoke!!!"
The spectators are utterly insane!
Countless people are losing their composure, screaming, pounding their chests, eyes nearly splitting open, fixated on the smoke-covered area.
The sound of Shui Lu’s neck being snapped, and the others’ attacks hitting the target.
Like the final judgment.
The massive shockwave and the rising dust make the outcome elusive.
It has completely ignited the most primitive madness in everyone’s heart!
Did the masked man withstand the death blow and counterattack Shui Lu, remaining standing?
Or was he ripped apart by the follow-up attack the instant he snapped Shui Lu’s neck?
These mere seconds of waiting.
Feel as long as a century.
When the violent Energy turbulence slightly calms.
The dust begins to disperse visibly.
The scene on the arena, like a demon painting unveiled, gradually emerges under tens of thousands of eyes.
At the crater’s center.
Fang Qingyu’s figure.
Like a Demon God emerging from the Hell furnace, still standing tall!
His right hand, five fingers like heated pliers, deeply embedded in Shui Lu’s neck, covered by the Spinal Bone Mask.
At this moment.
Shui Lu’s huge head tilts at an extremely eerie angle.
Connected to the body by only a thread of flesh.
The eyes under the Bone Mask round open, vacant.
Filled with frozen horror and disbelief, losing all signs of life.
Meanwhile, Fang Qingyu’s back, flank garments shattered, revealing skin covered in dense Dark Gold Scale Patterns.
On the skin, five slightly sunken marks are clearly visible.
Surrounded by lingering blue toxin marks and white scratches from bone spikes, even with one or two places where scales have minute cracks, oozing threads of golden-red blood.
But!
That’s all.
Withstanding the full-force combined attack of the Desolate Bone Slaughter’s four members.
Facing horrific power comparable to Tier Three.
He only slightly hunches, suffering mere surface wounds?!
This unbelievable scene plunges the entire arena into an eerie dead silence.
Then, into an even more frenzied eruption!
"He’s not dead!!!"
"Desolate Bone Slaughter! Useless! All useless!!"
"Kill! Kill them all! Masked man! Kill them all!!!"
In this mountain-shaking sea roar.
Fang Qingyu casts his gaze on the lifeless head of Shui Lu in his hand.
With five fingers, he suddenly exerts force.
Shh—
Accompanied by a scalp-tingling tearing sound.
Shui Lu’s head, connected by only a thread of flesh, is forcibly ripped from his neck.
A gush of hot blood sprays like a fountain from the headless neck’s gaping wound.
Splattering on Fang Qingyu’s mask and garments, adding to his ferocity.
He casually tosses the ferocious head like trash toward Desolate Bone Corps’ spectator area.
Fang Qingyu’s gaze instantly locks onto the remaining four.
No words.
Only action!
Just as Lie Hun’s four members shudder with horror from Shui Lu’s gruesome death and Fang Qingyu’s terrifying Defense.
Fang Qingyu’s silhouette moves again.
Like a phantom in the smoke, instantly appearing beside the closest Shu Gu.
Shu Gu doesn’t even have time to retrieve the Bone Dagger, trembling slightly from counterforce.
A palm covered with Dark Gold Scale Pattern, stained with boiling blood, clamps around his throat like an iron hoop.
Crack!
The same crisp sound!
The fierceness in Shu Gu’s eyes is instantly replaced by boundless fear, followed by dispersing pupils, body softening.
Almost simultaneously with snapping Shu Gu’s neck, Fang Qingyu’s body, using the twisting force, his right leg sweeps out like a battle axe with a fierce slicing sound.
Boom—!
Duan Jin’s hastily crossed blocking arms and the covering Bone Armor shatter like rotten wood.
The terrifying leg force remains unabated, brutally sweeping across his waist and flank.
Crack-crack!
Dense bone-breaking sounds like exploding beans.
Duan Jin’s body twists like a sandbag smashed by a giant hammer, flying sideways, crashing into the Force Field light screen, sliding down to the ground, clearly doomed.
Lie Hun and Shi Xin finally awaken from extreme fear, shrieking inhumanly, frantically driving their whole body’s Qi Blood, attempting a last struggle.
Lie Hun’s bone claws glow ghostly green.
Shi Xin hooks all ten fingers, aiming straight at Fang Qingyu’s eyes.
However, in the face of absolute Speed and Power, it’s all futile.
Fang Qingyu’s silhouette suddenly blurs before their eyes.
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