Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 2002: Chapter 1997: Forced Demolition

Not only did it directly disregard the cross-dimensional effects of the Blood Conquest, but even before appearing, it showed no signs at all outside.

At the moment of entering the safety house, I was directly stabbed from behind, maximizing the effect of the unprepared attack, showcasing truly top-notch combat skills.

The taste is similarly exquisite.

Faced with sudden chaos and violent confrontation, the mind remained unaffected.

Fu Qian never belittles opponents easily; he observes earnestly, evaluates objectively, and criticizes with evidence.

For example, the gigantic sword that nearly bisected him, its design was fierce without being cumbersome, just proportionally enlarged, and the entity holding it was similarly proportioned.

A body taller than his own Abandonment King form, with an eccentric appearance.

Human proportions, human face, but lacking eyeballs.

Two deep cavities extending into the brain could clearly show intertwined threads inside and outside alike.

Indeed, more rudimentary than any form he’s seen, inside and outside entirely composed of mycelium, barely contorted into a human outline.

The exterior was not even colored, retaining an unreal greyish-white.

Unlike the surrounding style, even the sword in hand appeared shinier, as if missing texture when glanced at.

But as everyone knows, the more primitive something appears, the more likely it is a master.

For example, the overly primitive appearance resulted in a "scent" so rich that among the many smells encountered on the way, its freshness was unparalleled.

In addition, a stark contrast was his own numerous grotesque tentacles, instantly severed upon contact.

With a constant supply, it looked precisely like a yard full of harvested chives.

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A superior in Sword Dao, but fungal version... indeed a clever idea.

Among brutal flesh-cutting scenery, Fu Qian swiftly drew conclusions and raised his assessment of the opponent again.

Because of his previous dealings with Akons, upon realizing it was likely a friend rather than a foe, he had analyzed their tactics.

Ignoring the nearly flawless exile, just the "observing" tactic alone was excessively strong.

The true resurgence of ancient superiors was far more exaggerated than his lamp.

And never hoping for time limits like with the lamp.

But some aspect of restriction, noticeable during Akons’ time—these superior powers do not function as allies—they clash among themselves.

So optimistically, it’s less likely several superiors would besiege the Abandonment King.

Yet, the Jade Soul Master proves to be the pinnacle of imagination; here, indeed, lies a clever evasion strategy.

Unclear what the Fungus Emperor’s specific authority entails, but seemingly related to parasitism and reformation.

And through the Fungus Sword Saint, the Sword Dao power in puppet form was seamlessly embedded into the current battlefield, creating a two-versus-one situation.

To be honest, even if encountered outside normally, dealing with just the Sword Saint alone wouldn’t be easy.

Even if merely a fallen puppet, it exerted no less pressure than Yasui Tokiyuki did.

Though its speed wasn’t exaggerated to a degree beyond reaction, nor was its destructive form as ruthless as vaporization within the Sword Pavilion.

But abandoning continuous harvest was to engage in close combat; Fu Qian had discovered something special.

Hiss——

With an execution of a punch, coordinated with the previously anchored Catastrophe Curse, it successfully struck the target.

Although the battle result instead had his chest caved in.

And his only remaining arm, flesh with bones was removed by the opponent’s sword, almost half gone.

The extent of self-origin damage didn’t outright prevent him from using hands, but a peculiar transformation occurred with that sword strike—forced dismantling.

This refers specifically to the previously summarized Transcendent architecture theory.

No matter the ranking, each person’s Transcendent essence relates to a different "building" style.

Injuries, even self-origin damage, can usually just impair the building, allowing gradual recovery or repairs afterward.

Pollution or loss of control is more severe, akin to settlement cracks or rat infestations—now the building directly faced violent demolition.

Exactly this sensation—following that sword strike, imagined someone pulling out beams from the inside.

The most elemental aspect was shaken, the "Pseudo-God" form itself.

If it were someone of lower rank, the sword might cause disintegration into scattered materials.

Even now, he distinctly felt pressure in that moment.

Is this the ultimate expression of Sword Dao? Remarkably intriguing.

Amidst admiration, against the swift opponent’s speed where Visceral Critical Strike couldn’t be executed in time, a bloodline quickly formed on the opponent.

The Thread of Concern activated, pulling the Fungus Sword Saint back.

Predictably—another house-dismantling sword, stabbed his already injured chest, completely piercing through.

But the clawed five fingers stabbed the opponent’s waist directly.

Hiss——

A burst of shattered blood, flesh, and bone mix sprayed from Fu Qian’s rear waist.

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Reflective damage transfer, even his pre-established Pseudo-Divine Being couldn’t immune it.

Fu Qian didn’t rush to treat the wound, merely concluding quietly.

Indeed, plotting to slay the Heart Demon.

Fungus Emperor’s damage transfer method, he was always wary of, though unsure if applicable to the "Sword Saint."

Normally, even if two superiors collaborate to slay the Evil God, the power might not synergize this smoothly.

Instead, precisely this master and puppet style allowed unbelievable authority to perfectly aid the exorcists—these two.

In surging blood-hued mists, the striking grey-white body, at that moment, didn’t pursue attacks but distanced itself.

Hands clasped, raising the weapon overhead.

Not executing any ranged sword art, instead, the next moment pulling apart both hands, the ferocious sword split in two.

As did the body.

The astonishing scene quickly unfolded, and whether sword or person, both differed evidently from the original.

Not a one-to-one replica, even discernable as male and female.

Flirting swordsmanship perhaps? Nice to meet you.

Admiring in heart, Fu Qian could distinctly sense the turbulent interactions spreading as ripples, awakening a terrifying will.

Any vigorous action could accelerate this process—good.

Snapping fingers, Fu Qian directly canceled the Blood Conquest.

It’s fighting elite.