Fu Qingyang retreated without hesitation, drawing his sword, but the Two-Phases Demon Blade was stuck in the furiously burning Fear King's body. The next second, the Two-Phases Demon Blade broke free from his grasp on its own.

It betrayed him!

The Devil Eye King grasped the hilt, grinning and saying, "A fine sword. Now it's mine! Fu Qingyang, you can taste the freezing chill too."

Like a flame attached to the bone, it detached from the Fear King, returning to the sword.

As its master, he reclaimed the eternally burning flame. Then, the Fear King switched to Fire-Stealing Sword mode, turning the flame on the sword white.

He imitated Fu Qingyang's earlier move, inserting the Fire-Stealing Sword into the ground.

At the same time, his seven arms suddenly closed in, enveloping the extremely weakened Fu Qingyang inside.

At this distance, with this attack, the Artificer in his poor physical condition was almost certain to die.

Suddenly, a dazzling, scorching golden light burst forth from Fu Qingyang's hand, surging to the back of his head, solidifying into a golden solar wheel.

The pale flames surging beneath his feet vanished, the torrential wind and rain disappeared, and the pathogens in his body were eradicated!

Rules suppressed rules!

Fu Qingyang used the Rising Sun Talisman given to him by Zhang Yuanqing. The Rising Sun Talisman was a high-level talisman for the Night Wanderer profession. Unlike the Sun Blood, which only contained partial rule power, the Rising Sun Talisman made by Zhang Yuanqing could restore half of the original body's power.

Due to the difficulty of production and the urgency of time,

Zhang Yuanqing only drew three, giving them all to Fu Qingyang.

Each one used was one less.

The Fear King felt his spiritual power and skills completely sealed by the golden light, unable to be used. The three-headed, eight-armed Dharmakaya did not dissipate, though. At his level, the Dharmakaya had long been solidified, real flesh and blood, not just condensed spiritual power.

However, weapons such as knives, spears, swords, and halberds with armor-piercing and bleeding effects could no longer be conjured.

The Fear King held the sword in one arm and made fists with the other seven, hammering at the caged beast from all directions.

Fu Qingyang calmly drew two swords from the void, one the Golden Dragon Sword, the other a pure black straight sword. The latter was Cai Qinghe's rule-based item, the River Earl Seal reforged with the power to stir up wind and thunder, plunging enemies into surging waves.

Of course, now it was just an unbreakable sword.

With both swords in hand, Fu Qingyang swung his arms like Sun Wukong wielding his iron staff, turning the two swords into an impenetrable circle, like two propellers, one gold and one black.

Clang, clang, clang!

He swung his arms as he retreated, each step leaving a deep pit in the ground.

The Fear King's fists were like a storm, but each one was deflected by the propellers, sending out dazzling sparks.

The Fear King was like a perpetual motion machine, his arms like connecting rods, delivering fists containing terrifying power at the enemy, one after another.

He didn't keep his mouth shut either, muttering provocative remarks: "Little Fu, you're still so weak. You clearly had such a high starting point, yet you're not even as good as ordinary family members. Your physique is poor, your talent is poor, your intelligence is average. If it weren't for your stubborn hard work, you wouldn't have been able to defeat your peers in the Fu family."

"If it weren't for the Fu family dungeon guide, you wouldn't have been able to clear the early stages so smoothly. So many dungeons...if you hadn't become a scout and acquired sword skills, you wouldn't have become a grandmaster of swordsmanship."

"Have you been praised too highly, forgetting how humble you once were?"

The Fear King's fists were sharp and unmatched, but his words were even sharper, cutting to the heart.

"In fact, even as The Way of the Extraordinary, you still have to rely on stubborn hard work, giving up all enjoyment and entertainment, just to barely keep up with your peers."

"Do you know what Fu Qingxuan used to say about you? She said you have the body of a young lady, but the fate of a servant girl!"

"Having achieved what you have today, are you feeling satisfied? No, you are still weak. You've only jumped from a small Fu family to a larger stage."

"On this stage where strong people from all over the world gather, you are still an insignificant character. Do you think that entering The Way of the Extraordinary will help Yuanshi Tianzun? No, the Demon Lord. I still prefer to call him the Demon Lord. Do you think you can help the Demon Lord defeat the Star Lord?"

"Don't daydream. Let alone whether you can kill me or not, even if you can, it will only weaken the main array's suppression of the Demon Lord. He still cannot defeat the Star Lord in the array."

"Fu Qingyang, do you now understand how weak you are?"

Fu Qingyang was expressionless, retreating while wielding his swords. The Golden Dragon Sword in his right hand grew shorter and shorter, shrinking from over three feet to one foot, not broken by the Fear King's violent force, but worn down by countless sparks.

The Fear King's physical strength was even harder than a high-quality Ruler sword. Without being able to use sword qi, the Golden Dragon Sword couldn't break his defense at all.

The Fear King even smiled, like sandpaper wearing down a smaller and smaller metal: "Fu Qingyang, I have a suggestion. If you are truly strong, let's settle this in three moves within an inch, how about it?"

Fu Qingyang didn't respond, still fighting and retreating.

"You don't dare?" the Fear King mocked. "The power of the Sun God has sealed all our skills. Oh, we can't use Bloodthirst Rampage. Death is death. What are you afraid of?"

As a former student who received swordsmanship training in the Fu family, the Fear King understood that Fu Qingyang was the kind of guy who knew there was a tiger in the mountain, yet still insisted on going to it.

In some things, his stubbornness was no less than the Devil Eye's.

So he wanted to stimulate him to change his conservative entanglement tactics, choosing more aggressive tactics.

This way, he, with his demigod physique, could find an opportunity to kill Fu Qingyang. Otherwise, the high-level Artificer's defense was truly impenetrable.

In terms of fighting skills, the Ancient War God was inferior to swordsmen. Of course, even if it continued like this, the winner would definitely be him, the Fear King, but the Devil Eye wasn't dead yet!

Just as this thought flashed through his mind, a figure suddenly emerged from behind Fu Qingyang, smashing a punch towards the Fear King's face: "If you're going to fight, then fight. Stop talking nonsense, you piece of trash who's been suppressed by women your whole life."

Bang.

The Devil Eye King was grabbed by the head, slammed hard into the ground. The Fear King inserted the Two-Phases Demon Blade into the Devil Eye's back of the heart, pinning him to the ground. Eight fists opened up, like a large-sized Iron Man beating up the Hulk, brutally pummeling him.

The Devil Eye's bones were broken, his ribs fractured, and his internal organs damaged.

Fu Qingyang was as fast as sword light, circling behind the Fear King and slashing at his head.

One of the Fear King's hands pulled out the Two-Phases Demon Blade, waving it backwards. As sparks flew, the tiger's mouth of Fu Qingyang's hand, gripping the pure black longsword, cracked, and he almost couldn't hold onto his weapon.

Using the force, he retreated while kicking the Fear King's wrist holding the sword, the qi force penetrating the wrist, exploding with a "pop" dozens of meters in the air. The Two-Phases Demon Blade fell from his hand.

Fu Qingyang discarded the Golden Dragon Sword, which had been worn down into a short sword, caught the falling Two-Phases Demon Blade, and his arms suddenly whirled, completing more than ten slashes on the Fear King's hard-as-steel body.

Each sword cut open the copper skin. The Fear King didn't dare to deal with a high-level Scout with one hand, so he picked up the Devil Eye King, using him as a weapon to sweep.

Fu Qingyang held up both swords, using the sword spines to meet the Devil Eye King.

Bang!

The two collided together, both flying out.

The Fear King flashed his body, blocking the path of the two as they flew backwards, sweeping a whip kick to break the Devil Eye's ribs, then turning around to punch Fu Qingyang's head, the air bursting with a boom.

Fu Qingyang retreated without hesitation, drawing his sword, but the Two-Phases Demon Blade was stuck in the furiously burning Fear King's body. The next second, the Two-Phases Demon Blade broke free from his grasp on its own.

It betrayed him!

The Devil Eye King grasped the hilt, grinning and saying, "A fine sword. Now it's mine! Fu Qingyang, you can taste the freezing chill too."

Like a flame attached to the bone, it detached from the Fear King, returning to the sword.

As its master, he reclaimed the eternally burning flame. Then, the Fear King switched to Fire-Stealing Sword mode, turning the flame on the sword white.

He imitated Fu Qingyang's earlier move, inserting the Fire-Stealing Sword into the ground.

At the same time, his seven arms suddenly closed in, enveloping the extremely weakened Fu Qingyang inside.

At this distance, with this attack, the Artificer in his poor physical condition was almost certain to die.

Suddenly, a dazzling, scorching golden light burst forth from Fu Qingyang's hand, surging to the back of his head, solidifying into a golden solar wheel.

The pale flames surging beneath his feet vanished, the torrential wind and rain disappeared, and the pathogens in his body were eradicated!

Rules suppressed rules!

Fu Qingyang used the Rising Sun Talisman given to him by Zhang Yuanqing. The Rising Sun Talisman was a high-level talisman for the Night Wanderer profession. Unlike the Sun Blood, which only contained partial rule power, the Rising Sun Talisman made by Zhang Yuanqing could restore half of the original body's power.

Due to the difficulty of production and the urgency of time,

Zhang Yuanqing only drew three, giving them all to Fu Qingyang.

Each one used was one less.

The Fear King felt his spiritual power and skills completely sealed by the golden light, unable to be used. The three-headed, eight-armed Dharmakaya did not dissipate, though. At his level, the Dharmakaya had long been solidified, real flesh and blood, not just condensed spiritual power.

However, weapons such as knives, spears, swords, and halberds with armor-piercing and bleeding effects could no longer be conjured.

The Fear King held the sword in one arm and made fists with the other seven, hammering at the caged beast from all directions.

Fu Qingyang calmly drew two swords from the void, one the Golden Dragon Sword, the other a pure black straight sword. The latter was Cai Qinghe's rule-based item, the River Earl Seal reforged with the power to stir up wind and thunder, plunging enemies into surging waves.

Of course, now it was just an unbreakable sword.

With both swords in hand, Fu Qingyang swung his arms like Sun Wukong wielding his iron staff, turning the two swords into an impenetrable circle, like two propellers, one gold and one black.

Clang, clang, clang!

He swung his arms as he retreated, each step leaving a deep pit in the ground.

The Fear King's fists were like a storm, but each one was deflected by the propellers, sending out dazzling sparks.

The Fear King was like a perpetual motion machine, his arms like connecting rods, delivering fists containing terrifying power at the enemy, one after another.

He didn't keep his mouth shut either, muttering provocative remarks: "Little Fu, you're still so weak. You clearly had such a high starting point, yet you're not even as good as ordinary family members. Your physique is poor, your talent is poor, your intelligence is average. If it weren't for your stubborn hard work, you wouldn't have been able to defeat your peers in the Fu family."

"If it weren't for the Fu family dungeon guide, you wouldn't have been able to clear the early stages so smoothly. So many dungeons...if you hadn't become a scout and acquired sword skills, you wouldn't have become a grandmaster of swordsmanship."

"Have you been praised too highly, forgetting how humble you once were?"

The Fear King's fists were sharp and unmatched, but his words were even sharper, cutting to the heart.

"In fact, even as The Way of the Extraordinary, you still have to rely on stubborn hard work, giving up all enjoyment and entertainment, just to barely keep up with your peers."

"Do you know what Fu Qingxuan used to say about you? She said you have the body of a young lady, but the fate of a servant girl!"

"Having achieved what you have today, are you feeling satisfied? No, you are still weak. You've only jumped from a small Fu family to a larger stage."

"On this stage where strong people from all over the world gather, you are still an insignificant character. Do you think that entering The Way of the Extraordinary will help Yuanshi Tianzun? No, the Demon Lord. I still prefer to call him the Demon Lord. Do you think you can help the Demon Lord defeat the Star Lord?"

"Don't daydream. Let alone whether you can kill me or not, even if you can, it will only weaken the main array's suppression of the Demon Lord. He still cannot defeat the Star Lord in the array."

Fu Qingyang, do you now understand how weak you are?

Fu Qingyang was expressionless, retreating while wielding his swords. The Golden Dragon Sword in his right hand grew shorter and shorter, shrinking from over three feet to one foot, not broken by the Fear King's violent force, but worn down by countless sparks.

The Fear King's physical strength was even harder than a high-quality Ruler sword. Without being able to use sword qi, the Golden Dragon Sword couldn't break his defense at all.

The Fear King even smiled, like sandpaper wearing down a smaller and smaller metal: "Fu Qingyang, I have a suggestion. If you are truly strong, let's settle this in three moves within an inch, how about it?"

Fu Qingyang didn't respond, still fighting and retreating.

"You don't dare?" the Fear King mocked. "The power of the Sun God has sealed all our skills. Oh, we can't use Bloodthirst Rampage. Death is death. What are you afraid of?"

As a former student who received swordsmanship training in the Fu family, the Fear King understood that Fu Qingyang was the kind of guy who knew there was a tiger in the mountain, yet still insisted on going to it.

In some things, his stubbornness was no less than the Devil Eye's.

So he wanted to stimulate him to change his conservative entanglement tactics, choosing more aggressive tactics.

This way, he, with his demigod physique, could find an opportunity to kill Fu Qingyang. Otherwise, the high-level Artificer's defense was truly impenetrable.

In terms of fighting skills, the Ancient War God was inferior to swordsmen. Of course, even if it continued like this, the winner would definitely be him, the Fear King, but the Devil Eye wasn't dead yet!

Just as this thought flashed through his mind, a figure suddenly emerged from behind Fu Qingyang, smashing a punch towards the Fear King's face: "If you're going to fight, then fight. Stop talking nonsense, you piece of trash who's been suppressed by women your whole life."

Bang.

The Devil Eye King was grabbed by the head, slammed hard into the ground. The Fear King inserted the Two-Phases Demon Blade into the Devil Eye's back of the heart, pinning him to the ground. Eight fists opened up, like a large-sized Iron Man beating up the Hulk, brutally pummeling him.

The Devil Eye's bones were broken, his ribs fractured, and his internal organs damaged.

Fu Qingyang was as fast as sword light, circling behind the Fear King and slashing at his head.

One of the Fear King's hands pulled out the Two-Phases Demon Blade, waving it backwards. As sparks flew, the tiger's mouth of Fu Qingyang's hand, gripping the pure black longsword, cracked, and he almost couldn't hold onto his weapon.

Using the force, he retreated while kicking the Fear King's wrist holding the sword, the qi force penetrating the wrist, exploding with a "pop" dozens of meters in the air. The Two-Phases Demon Blade fell from his hand.

Fu Qingyang discarded the Golden Dragon Sword, which had been worn down into a short sword, caught the falling Two-Phases Demon Blade, and his arms suddenly whirled, completing more than ten slashes on the Fear King's hard-as-steel body.

Each sword cut open the copper skin. The Fear King didn't dare to deal with a high-level Scout with one hand, so he picked up the Devil Eye King, using him as a weapon to sweep.

Fu Qingyang held up both swords, using the sword spines to meet the Devil Eye King.

Bang!

The two collided together, both flying out.

The Fear King flashed his body, blocking the path of the two as they flew backwards, sweeping a whip kick to break the Devil Eye's ribs, then turning around to punch Fu Qingyang's head, the air bursting with a boom.