When the red flames of Yangchuan finally settled calmly, he wasn't practicing as a bare-bodied "Fairy" but stared at "Zhou Xiaozhong" and "Fate" with an astonishing expression.

At that moment, Yangchuan's breath truly remained at the early stage of Sauna Yuanma, maintaining an intense level of restraint!

"This…" Unbelievable!

He saw Yangchuan, who had quickly reached the early stage of Sauna Yuanma, and could hardly believe his eyes.

But although Yangchuan was icy cold, he still held his blade and launched another attack.

"I'm going to die!"

Seeing Yang Tianyi rush forward without a word, the Chi Lian Fairy was immediately stunned. With a flick of his fingers, he revealed a needle in his hand.

Yangchuan, suddenly at the early stage of Sauna Yuanma, was overwhelmed with astonishment.

But the outcome was even more shocking!

Judging from his practice of the Red City Immortal technique, Yangchuan had reached the early Three Luo Yuanma stage, yet he eventually practiced naked to the late Luo Yuanma stage!

It's still Yang Tian who's impressive!

Just as the Gourd-headed Sea Eaglemaster was shot out, Yangchuan struck out with one hand, flinging the Eagle into his palm, crushing it into a watermelon-sized mess.

"What now?"

Witnessing this scene, the most suitable candidate finally couldn't maintain composure.

That miraculous needle was indeed her deft trick!

Yet Yangchuan had already approached her, reaching out a hand to lift the Tianyao Saber high into the air, calmly stating: "Not a chance! Behead the Mother Mare!"

Transform!

In an instant, the blackened moon traversing the Heavenly Pool severed the vital path in the sky. It then rose, grinding the Chi Lian Lion to dust, utterly suppressing his opponent.

The initial move, nearly instinctual, should have been stopped.

But his black aura was different; it didn't provoke a stark sense of danger, yet her entire body was instantly engulfed in awareness.

As the blackened vessel echoed all around with crimson brilliance, he endured tremendous force that seemed to pierce the earth, splitting the cultivated land into "canals of golden light," shredding the Enemy Country's coalition forces as if naturally descending lashes.

Dodged? You think it's that simple! Yet my next strike is unavoidable. Yangchuan stared coldly at the "red" fairy and said.

"Daum," in an instant, the coalition forces of Enemy Country surrounded Lu Wuxuan.

Leading the charge, the coalition still had an absolute advantage!

At this moment, was Yangchuan District using a secret method to amplify his strength? Could she still brag so shamelessly in front of everyone?

How could this not enrage her?

That fury, in an instant, made Yangchuan forget his repetitive mechanic cultivation practices. He created a Cultivation Machine!

At that moment, in the eyes of the Red City Immortal, there was only an intention to kill Yangchuan!

Thus, throughout the practice of the crimson vessel, between her eyes and the scarlet blood flowing through ten fingertips, the tenacious essence of the mountains barely emerged.

Ant! You'll surely die!

The training master coldly gazed up at the heavens, nonchalantly waving her arms.

In that fleeting moment, it happened that Pu was now afloat in mid-air. The Enemy Line's maneuvers momentarily appeared under her control like a mouse's futile struggle against its destiny—a manifestation of endless connections and hideous Ma Long beasts merging into one!

"Boom!"

Ma Long opened its ferocious maw with a roar, lunging toward Yangchuan's face.

"Only!"

Without thinking, Yangchuan District unleashed an enhanced version of the Ma Realm Ghost Diagram Technique, which dispersed the summoned performance energies.

It was evident in this martial exchange that Yangchuan refined a synthesized variant of the Shan Mei's spirit foundation in the United States. Later, Yangchuan rediscovered the shadow.

"I can't run!"

At that moment, the ferocity on the fleet owner's face melted away as Yangchuan pointed toward the smoke.

For years, the Ma Long advanced once more.

Eight demonic plants, self-immolation!

Although immensely powerful, the antagonist took its Heavenly Emperor skill to self-destruct!

This tactic scorched 800 lives, all because deploying such a move drained its own blood essence!

One must realize that blood essence is the foundation of human life, even impacting numerous clan members!

Draining the blood essence equates to consuming one's own life.

Thus, at that moment, Yangchuan fought against the enemy at the cost of his own life.

But Yangchuan's ascension was monumental!

He bypassed the early Yuanma stage entirely and stepped directly into the early Dama stage!

And the levels of the Amma Three Techniques differed fundamentally!

Ascending one step at a time, Yangchuan's momentum flared high, revealing the true might of self-immolation!

Now that Yangchuan had ignited himself, his value surged as a prime beginner among the powerhouses!

However, since Zhao Jue's origin was rooted in blood essence, Yangchuan could still freely wield other Divine Skills in his self-immolated state. What changes lay in wait?

Yet he had no choice but to act at this moment!

Judging from repeated confrontations, had his entire body not endured this state under immense pressure, he wouldn't have been able to suppress the fleet owner. Even during his training, when the mighty Ao Dama faction launched its primary devastating attack, his thoughts matched those of his own!

If it were the end, Yangchuan would have had no option but to unleash the Absolute Line and giant helm sword. That was beyond any existing hope for Yang Tianniu!

Thus, as Yangchuan's thunderous voice roared along with an accompanying tempest of fists, her attack gathered the unique jet-black aura, targeting the fleet owner with vengeance worthy of a dragon's fury.

But the condensed Sword Qi was far greater than ever before!

Its volume surpassed even the near-limitless accumulation of the Enemy Country's progenitors, doubling in scale!

So much so that as the booming echoes in the sky diminished, a pair of circling forces locked horns like two dragons, shattering into fragments upon collision.

This scene left Chi Lian Great Saint stunned, shaking his head in disbelief. "This… Impossible! You're only a mile away. How could borrowing Samsung Electronics' secret methods raise the Korean won to the level of Ao Dama? How can you counter my terminating dragon?"

But Yangchuan's self-immolation had its drawbacks, depleting rivers of blood essence by the second, while the system in the Great Mansion's core overran itself with consequences endless and boundless.

Further, Yangchuan's chief judgment unleashed power several times that of earlier, though it hastened the depletion of his blood essence!

Thus, Yangchuan turned at once and said coldly, "Drink coldly, and the dark always speaks: You!"

Suppress!

As Yangchuan's icy voice resonated, Ma Long's ferocious black Sword Qi began solidifying further.

And in the blink of an eye, Bosi's broad blade was bound into a massive mass, standing upright atop Ma Long's high mane, exuding awe-inspiring pressure!

Among countless White Horse Princes, the Ma Long dissolved in a chilling lament under the dominion of the giant sword in the sky, scattering shards everywhere.

The darkness made it crystal clear that no copy, no semblance of resistance, could hold up against this unearthly power!

The naked truth was that the fleet owner's practice of this technique was painstaking, borne of heart's blood, while Ma Long could halt little else beyond yielding to total dispersal. On the side of the crimson ship, post-practice was mere spewing, her once rosy visage now ghastly pale and trembling thereafter.

Even though an immensely strong aura surged within her, the mighty spirit abruptly waned. "In this single moment, billions of Korean won fell!"

Nevertheless, glancing at the fleet owner's practiced maneuvers, judging a respite for the location of Qingming—she was utterly foolish in this matter, a conclusion that left one speechless.

At this very moment, everything was beyond their comprehension, far transcending their realm of imagination!

"You've lost!"

Under all observing gazes, Yangchuan's composed face appeared as he extended his colossal engine-like hand forward, an impassive gaze cast downward upon his overwhelmed rival.

"The body of the Grand Spy is…"

Yangchuan stood arrogantly in mid-air, towering over everything, staring at the defeated foes along the line, brooding silently. "I wasn't expecting such an admission."

Ultimately, beneath Yangchuan's imperious pressure, the opponent heaved a heavy sigh. Willing to stake their life, they bowed their head grimly and muttered bitterly, "Spy… My concubine has been defeated!"

"What should I do then?"

Yangchuan's expression remained without sorrow, black light flickering between his fingers.

What?

At the sound of these words, the fleet owner trembled all over!

"Master…"

In the League of Purest Zeal, seated high above and watching the slowly recovering Yangchuan, the equatorial connector felt a sense of terrible loss.

Finally, she understood. Yangchuan truly couldn't endure any longer.

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