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Chapter 662: From the Mortal World’s Peak Combat Power

BOOM—!!!

Ink-colored lightning streaked across the sky, followed by a thunderous roar. A dark figure plummeted like a cannonball, pulverizing a barren hill before embedding itself with a crash into the hard ground, sending dust flying everywhere.

At the edge of the clouds in the sky, a figure in white, like a god descended from heaven, gazed indifferently down at the dust-churning ruins of the hill.

"…You're still not dead this time??"

Lu Liangren raised the eight-foot ink brush in his hand, rapidly waving it in the void. It moved like a halberd slicing through the air, leaving afterimages, as blobs of ink spread wildly outwards from him.

The ink seemed to soak into thin drawing paper, instantly dyeing the sky black, as if layers of thunderclouds were stacked together, bringing a terrifying oppressive sensation to the world.

As Lu Liangren uttered a single word, one hundred and eight streaks of ink lightning, leaving afterimages, rapidly struck down from the stacked thunderclouds. They were like a wrathful thunder god unleashing a world-destroying scepter, wildly obliterating the center of the hill ruins.

CRASH! CRASH! CRASH! CRASH! CRASH!—

The ravines in the earth deepened with each lightning strike, and the aftermath of the impact almost flattened all the surrounding terrain. This bombardment lasted for over half a minute before the ear-splitting roar gradually subsided.

As the scattered ink lightning dissipated, the original land had vanished, replaced by a vast ocean of ink. In the center of this inky expanse, a fragmented body gently swayed with the waves.

Lu Liangren's chest heaved violently, his face somewhat pale…

This series of abilities had significantly drained his spiritual power. However, given the destructive force he had just unleashed, other divine beings of the same rank should have been severely wounded, if not killed. But Brand…

Brand was indeed severely wounded, on the verge of death, just like the previous eight times.

Brand floated on the ink surface like a corpse. The next moment, an alchemy array extended from his flesh. Dense arterial and venous blood vessels seemed to come alive, intertwining into complex and mysterious patterns. Steaming mist slowly rose from beneath him…

Within this mist, wisps of electrical light flickered. Brand's fragmented limbs regrew flesh, and he stumbled to his feet from the ink surface.

"So painful… I feel like I died again." Brand looked at his body, wincing in pain.

Lu Liangren, holding the eight-foot ink brush, slowly descended from the air. His toes lightly touched the ink surface, creating ripples. He looked at Brand's completely restored body, his expression exceptionally grim.

"What kind of monster are you?"

"I'm not a monster, I'm a person." Brand shrugged with a smile. "It's just that I'm skilled in some human alchemy… like converting water molecules in the air into flesh and blood cells."

"No matter how much you can transform, your spiritual power has a limit." Lu Liangren took a deep breath, killing intent flaring in his eyes once more.

"As long as I injure you enough times, you will still die."

The smile on Brand's lips gradually faded. He narrowed his eyes at Lu Liangren and spoke sinisterly:

"Oh? Then try it… Let's see if you run out of power first, or if I get killed first?"

Lu Liangren suddenly tightened his grip on the eight-foot ink brush. Just as he was about to make a move, a massive grinding wheel, woven from hundreds of geometric shapes, abruptly appeared in the void above Brand, engulfing his figure in the blink of an eye!

BOOM—!!!

The ink ocean surged violently, and Brand's pained wails echoed underwater, as if he were undergoing inhuman torment.

Lu Liangren paused, startled. He looked up and saw a blank photo frame suspended in the air. The abstract face of the Second Hall slowly emerged within it…

"Quite a boast," the Second Hall scoffed. "I'd like to see how many times you can be killed."

"You've resolved things on your end?" A flicker of surprise appeared in Lu Liangren's eyes.

"Resolved."

As the Second Hall finished speaking, two figures descended from the air onto the ink ocean. One carried a massive palette of colorful paints on their back, while the other was surrounded by comic book special effects. Two powerful auras, both of the Seventh Rank, simultaneously descended.

The Fourth Hall, the Eighth Hall.

"Of the four Seventh Rank cultivators in the Boundless Domain, two are dead, one is severely wounded, and one is trapped," the Second Hall said, looking down at the surging ink beneath them. "Now… all that's left is this mastermind."

"These Witchcraft Association fellows really can't take a hit," Yang Muquan said, raising his chin.

The Fourth Hall glanced at him without speaking.

A massive alchemy array opened at the bottom of the ink ocean. Immediately after, the churning water was torn open, revealing a grotesque gap, and a gigantic arm of flesh and blood swung out from below with a whoosh!

The surface of this arm had no skin, only crimson flesh and bones emitting faint steam. Its loosely clenched fist was as vast as a mountain, overshadowing the sky and blotting out the sun.

As the fleshy fist slowly unfurled, the blood-soaked Brand weakly half-knelt in its palm, grumbling curses:

"You Fusheng Painting guys are shameless, ambushing us and ganging up on us!"

"No matter how shameless we are, we would never slaughter civilians," the Fourth Hall said coldly. "But you… you are a truly shameless beast."

As the words fell, the Second Hall, Third Hall, Fourth Hall, and Eighth Hall attacked simultaneously. Like four streams of light rushing into the sky, their earth-shattering pressures intertwined and bore down upon Brand.

Although Brand was an Eighth Rank cultivator, he was still powerless against the combined assault of two Eighth Rank and two Seventh Rank cultivators.

His figure was like a kite with a broken string, flung around in the air. His human alchemy array frantically operated, but it couldn't keep up with the speed at which his body was being destroyed. In just three minutes, he was severely wounded to the point of near death six times, plummeting clumsily to the ground.

"You like slaughtering civilians?"

BANG—!

Lu Liangren pierced his abdomen with a single stroke of his brush, the reverberating force tearing almost all of his internal organs.

"You want to refine the Philosopher's Stone?"

The abstract face of the Second Hall appeared from the void, and a pair of octagonal shapes, like gears, rolled over him, twisting his bones and the space around him into fragments.

"Do you really think my Mortal Realm Domain… has no one left?"

The Fourth Hall and Eighth Hall attacked simultaneously, pressing their hands on Brand's left and right eyes respectively as he fell clumsily, and suddenly exerted force!

BOOM—!!

Brand's figure was once again embedded in the earth.

"Cough, cough, cough, cough, cough…" Brand knelt on the ground, coughing violently. With each cough, large clots of blood were expelled, a truly horrifying sight.

His spiritual power was already nearing its limit and could not sustain any more human alchemy. If this continued, he would truly die here.

The four Hall Masters slowly approached from the ink ocean. They carried the wrath of the Mortal Realm Domain and represented the highest combat power of the Fusheng Painting in this era.

The Eighth Hall Master, Yang Muquan, walked directly up to him, and his hand, flickering with comic book special effects, tightly gripped Brand's head…

"Are you ready to die?"

"You… can't kill me," Brand rasped.

"It's come to this, and you still think we can't kill you??"

"You can't kill me!" Brand smiled, baring his bloody mouth filled with broken teeth, and repeated with conviction, "That person can abandon anyone… but he won't let me die."

Upon hearing this, the brows of the four Hall Masters simultaneously furrowed.

Yang Muquan's eyes narrowed, and just as he was about to directly crush Brand's head, a blinding light suddenly erupted before them, bringing with it a heart-stopping glow and heat… like a burning sun.

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