Chapter 818: Chapter 323: The Birth of a Legend, Life Ghost Cleaner!
The next moment.
Riftsoul only felt a cold, sharp pain at the back of his neck, then consciousness plunged into eternal darkness.
His spine was precisely severed by Fang Qingyu’s knife-like fingers.
Devourer’s hands grasped at the empty air, followed by his chest being hit directly by a Siege Hammer, instantly collapsing, his heart bursting violently under the fierce power!
Thud! Thud!
Two corpses fell almost simultaneously onto the arena littered with rubble and bloodstains.
Dust dispersed.
Fang Qingyu twisted off the head of Shui Lu.
Then, like chopping vegetables, he instantly slaughtered the remaining four members of Desolate Bone Slaughter.
The whole process lasted a mere ten seconds.
When the last corpse of Devourer of Desolate Bone Slaughter hit the ground, emitting a dull sound.
The entire arena erupted into sheer madness and suffocation.
Followed by cheers and howls that seemed to tear the heavens apart.
"Legend!!!"
"Ten consecutive victories!! No! It’s Seven Kills! One person simultaneously killed all of Desolate Bone Slaughter plus two elites!!!"
"A new legend has been born!!!"
"Is this the next Chen Wudi!?"
In the arena.
Fang Qingyu stood alone amidst the blood and corpses, the dark golden Qi Blood smoke slowly receding around him.
The wrath flames symbolizing the dragon’s horns above his head quietly vanished.
Slightly panting, his face under the mask appeared somewhat pale.
Withstanding their attacks was not without cost.
The consumption of Qi Blood was immense.
Fang Qingyu looked down at his hands covered in sticky blood, swept over the hellish scene around, and the crowd in the stands that had fallen into complete frenzy.
The goal was achieved.
The fire was vented.
But the limelight seems to be too overwhelming.
As a competitor about to participate in the Tier Three events.
Being so high-profile on the Tier Two arena is not a wise move.
Thus, Fang Qingyu no longer lingered.
His figure slightly swayed, as if merging into the shadow, instantly disappearing from the arena.
Leaving only the mess and hundreds of thousands of spectators still frantically cheering for him.
...
Desolate Bone Corps exclusive viewing area.
Gu Yan’s face, covered by a complete skull mask, was as grim as the sea before a storm.
He looked at the five corpses on the arena, each dead in different ways.
Especially the head of Shui Lu, thrown to a nearby area, a head that couldn’t rest in peace, the last trace of indifference in his eyes replaced by fury.
"Trash!"
A low, raspy voice squeezed from under the mask, full of unabashed disdain.
He suddenly stood up, his dark robe moving without wind.
An invisible aura of killing intent made the members of Desolate Bone Corps instinctively step back.
"Investigate!" Gu Yan’s voice was like ice shards grinding, "The one wearing the Thunder Pattern Mask, and that woman earlier, I want all their information in three days!"
He paused, adding with a tone of unquestionable authority, "Pay attention to controlling the public opinion, I don’t want to hear any inappropriate noises."
"Yes! Deputy!"
The cold-faced subordinate beside him turned pale, cold sweat seeping from his forehead, immediately bowing in response.
Gu Yan did not look back at the arena, his figure blurred like ink dropped into water.
Completely disappeared at his seat.
...
Lei Meng’s viewing area.
"Damn!"
Lei Meng’s face was flushed with excitement, jumping wildly on the chair with his bare chest.
Waving his shirt, his throat breaking with shouts, "Killed them all! All of them damn killed! Hahaha! Satisfying! Damn satisfying! My life is worth it!!!"
Liu San was also flushed, slapping his leg vigorously, babbling incoherently, "This is the next Human World Invincible, Meng brother! One person killed through Desolate Bone Slaughter! My heavens!"
Chu Kuanglan had already put away his phone, joining the crowd’s mad roar.
His large eyes were glowing with excitement.
His peripheral vision caught Su Wanqing, Wei Banmeng, and Lin Yu, who had quietly returned nearby, with a faintly relieved calm on their faces.
Understanding this, he grinned, yelling more intensely.
Jiang Wei stood quietly at the edge of the crowd.
Her red eyes under the hood scanned the disappearing figure on stage, then swept through the depths of the clouds, finally landing on Lei Meng with a bit of helplessness.
The celebration gradually subsided, immense satisfaction and a hint of exhaustion overwhelmed Lei Meng.
He smacked his lips nostalgically, took the clothes handed by Liu San, awkwardly put them on, and wiped the sweat off his face with thick arms.
"Time to go!"
Lei Meng called out to the crowd, his voice still loud, "Today was an eye-opener, witnessing a legend being born! This ticket was worth it!"
His gaze swept over the excited crowd, suddenly frowning, "Eh? Where’s Su Yu? Where did that kid run off to?"
At this moment.
Fang Qingyu squeezed through from the other side of the crowded flow.
His face carrying a fitting excitement, "I’m here, it was too crowded and crazy just now, I squeezed to the front stands to get a clearer view."
Upon hearing this, Lei Meng slapped his leg violently, his face full of regret and distress, "Damn! Right! How come I didn’t think to squeeze forward myself! Kid, next time with such a good spot, remember to call me! This is a big loss!"
Fang Qingyu looked at Lei Meng’s exaggerated expression, couldn’t help but laugh, "Alright, alright, next time for sure."
Lei Meng finally snorted satisfactorily, waving his big hand, "Let’s go! Back home! Additional dinner tonight! My treat! Celebrating witnessing history!"
The group exited along with the crowd leaving the arena.
Lei Meng and Liu San walked shoulder to shoulder, spitting profusely as they recapped every detail of Fang Qingyu’s movements on stage just now, their tone filled with amazement and regret.
"Tsk tsk, that last kick, that momentum! Tsk tsk tsk..."
Lei Meng shook his head, swaying.
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