Chapter 216: A Thought Blossoms Flowers—Oh, Blooming! Sovereign of All Under Heaven!

Too hard.

Too fierce.

Within less than an arm's length, blue battle qi and ferocious demonic energy entwined, clashed, and fought.

Yet neither combatant stirred an inch.

The terrifying force transmitted into the earth, triggering one earthquake after another.

Both were relentless fighters who never retreated, and their clash pushed the battle to a fever pitch within seconds.

The scent of blood spread with the wind of their punches and kicks.

Even Yún Zǐ dared not watch; not only did Fēng Jiàn Yōuxiāng heal herself again and again from the brink of death by her near-immortal body, but Jia Ji also proved as unkillable as a cockroach.

Though he suffered repeated injuries—fatal wounds to his organs and bones—battle qi and spiritual power continuously repaired torn tendons, broken bones, and damaged organs, forcing them to rejoin so he could return to the brutal fight.

Their close-range collisions were savage beyond compare; when the Tyrant and Jia Ji's fists met, they were far more brutal and bloody than even their earlier clashes with her and Fēng Jiàn Yōuxiāng.

Jia Ji's left hand curled into a claw, his forearm and wrist muscles bulging as he whipped up a sharp whistle of wind.

Fēng Jiàn Yōuxiāng tried to block, but this claw strike was swift and ferocious.

"Shriek!"

In a daze, she seemed to see a white bird's phantom form materializing behind Jia Ji.

His five fingers, like talons, sank deep into his own forearm, then tore downward with a wet rip—skin and flesh split apart, and the limb was ripped clean off, tendons and sinews dragged out with it.

Fēng Jiàn Yōuxiāng said nothing, only kept throwing her remaining punches.

Her fists were more powerful than any words; the sonic boom from breaking the sound barrier could shatter eardrums, the air pulled in by her strikes became a gale—this was a punch beyond the limits of any normal creature, a weapon capable of shattering the earth and shaking the heavens.

Though Jia Ji's strength was formidable enough, he was still only human, while Fēng Jiàn Yōuxiāng had an almost endless supply of flowers surrounding her.

"Four Seasons Immortal Body!"

Infinite power drawn from the natural realm restored her injuries in an instant; a second arm grew back and slammed into Jia Ji's gaping abdomen.

Fuck!

Before Jia Ji could cry out, his abdomen was pierced as if by a frozen steel pillar—the searing pain and impact sent him staggering backward several steps.

Punch, punch, punch—unending blows.

What followed could only be described as one-sided; if there had been a corner wall nearby, Jia Ji would now be crouching helplessly against it, battered into submission.

Once she opened her perception, in this domain Fēng Jiàn Yōuxiāng gained countless hands, countless feet, countless eyes—every movement, every twitch of Jia Ji's muscles, escaped her notice. Once she'd seen a move once, she could dodge it before he even began.

This was the Sunflower Field! Her domain!

The same technique could never work on her twice!

Thus, the scales of victory tipped toward Fēng Jiàn Yōuxiāng.

——She would win.

The wind, the sunlight, the flowers—all told Fēng Jiàn Yōuxiāng so.

But this invader was unusually hard, unyielding, durable.

So she needed one more move.

A demon born of the "righteousness" of flowers, vying for the title of "Strongest," Fēng Jiàn Yōuxiāng, as nature's favorite, possessed overwhelming power—she could summon the forces of heaven and earth at will, turning them into her demonic energy!

And the upper limit of this summoning? None.

It depended solely on her instantaneous output capacity.

As the wind howled like thunder, the sunflowers at the battlefield's edge drew power from nature, requiring no cultivation to condense.

The surrounding sea of flowers shattered under the overwhelming force—but instantly reformed, every ounce of energy recondensing without loss.

Green, tendril-like branches became colossal artillery platforms; in Jia Ji's vision, every sunflower glowed, their faces turning toward him as if in full bloom.

——【Flowers Bloom in the Fantasy Realm】

In a flash, this thought passed through her mind; though the technique had no name yet, it was certain that one day, the girl of nine reincarnations would record it as "Flower Manipulation Ability," bringing Jia Ji an unexpected surprise.

After all, a single thought blooms flowers—and to reign supreme is to bloom.

One sunflower face after another locked onto Jia Ji; one magic cannon after another fired at him. The ground was carved with hundreds of abyss-like trenches by the racing projectiles, but the deadlier threat was Fēng Jiàn Yōuxiāng's fists, capable of shattering mountains and rivers.

Nothing could be seen—only endless attacks drowning him.

Magic cannons rained down, scouring the earth.

The terrifying fluctuations of energy, demonic energy, and battle qi swept across the heavens and earth in an instant.

The sheer magnitude of this energy turned the sky over a hundred li of the Sunflower Field into chaos.

Countless beams of light enveloped Jia Ji—columns that scorched the heavens and boiled the seas, annihilating all phenomena—after swallowing him, they kept surging forward, dimming even the sun.

With this power unleashed, even heaven and earth seemed but a corner of a flood of light.

"Interesting."

After this comment,

the magic cannons ceased.

Fēng Jiàn Yōuxiāng's crimson pupils faded, her breath calmed, and she turned away.

The next instant, a charred, blackened human silhouette surged behind her and swung a punch of pure brute force and speed.

With superhuman wrist strength, the punch pierced through the skull, struck the brain, then shattered the jawbone and zygoma, finally bursting clean through the entire skull, tearing out the still-stunned face.

Then the impact reversed inward—half his body was torn away, exposing bone and organs; in a single strike, Fēng Jiàn Yōuxiāng suffered a wound lethal to any human.

The next second, behind Jia Ji, a girl appeared—Fēng Jiàn Yōuxiāng, perfectly unharmed!

Identical to the Fēng Jiàn Yōuxiāng he had just punched through—Jia Ji's senses confirmed she had suffered virtually no depletion…

"—She's got a cheat!"

Her recovery defied logic; outside the Sunflower Field, there might be a way to win—but now Jia Ji could not conceive any method to defeat Fēng Jiàn Yōuxiāng.

"Good."

The awakened Fēng Jiàn Yōuxiāng grinned maniacally.

Her ruby eyes churned with bloody savagery.

And unyielding battle spirit.

Sssss—

A thin line of blood oozed from her cornered eye, tracing down her flawless face.

Her pure white, flawless right hand plunged deep into the roots of her bright green hair, revealing a sliver of smooth forehead, making her expression terrifying beyond measure.

"I underestimated you, human."

The flower demon raised a fierce, satisfied smile.

Battle intent erupted into the sky from the Sunflower Field; her body grew hot, her hybrid heart of fiber and flesh pounded with all its strength, her spine creaked and groaned—and this agony maximally awakened her innate "ferocity."

Under near-infinite energy infusion, her spine began to bend unnaturally—

It was as if someone were struggling to break free from her body.

as if someone were struggling to emerge from within her body.

"Dream Yōuxiāng, come out!"

Now, there were two Fēng Jiàn Yōuxiāng in the field.

【75】 (End of Chapter)