Chapter 665: One Move

In an instant.

The 【Burning Wind Leap】 pierced through the writhing thicket of limbs along its spine like a meteor.

At the moment of impact, flesh sprayed like boiling asphalt, and hundreds of severed arms and internal organs vaporized instantly in the high heat.

BOOM!!!

Intense vibrations and a deafening roar erupted simultaneously within the relatively small labyrinth.

The explosive shockwave tore open the ground and spread wildly outward.

Craters, body fragments, blood pools, and the shadowy witches all turned to dust upon contact.

The monster’s six supporting limb bones snapped amid the roar, its mountain-sized body arching backward under the extreme penetration.

Then it collapsed with a crash, crushing the cluster of fused corpses beneath its lower half.

The monster let out an unprecedented scream—not human, but a chaotic resonance of millions of melted vocal cords, nauseating to hear.

A mushroom cloud of bone ash and sulfur erupted violently upward!

THUD!

The war spirit of an ancient White Dragon surged upward, scattering soil as Luo De reappeared, having crashed deep into the earth.

This sky-descending collision was immensely powerful, and so was the recoil—the Bronze Dragon war spirit temporarily dispersed, unable to coalesce.

He slowly floated into the air, expression dismissive.

In his hand, a blade as wide as a door panel radiated a cold metallic chill, appearing utterly harmless.

The multi-ton massive sword hummed as it swung horizontally.

The massive airflow tore away the obscuring bone ash and dust, carving out a vast clear space.

At the bottom of the crater.

The eyeball embedded in its chest cavity was now crisscrossed with spiderweb cracks, its pupil oozing fluorescent purple pus-blood, still spasmodically contracting and expanding.

“I I can give you. the. semi-god’s domain.”

And at the same time.

The monster’s charred flesh writhed like living snakes, attempting to regenerate.

But the lingering hellish magma from the 【Burning Wind Leap】 continued to burn every newly formed flesh into charcoal.

“A god? Is that all? You, a thing dead for ten thousand years, stay dead in the dirt.”

The air reeked of charred flesh and meat.

Luo De gripped the hardened leather rope along the spine of the Dragon-Slaying Greatsword and yanked it outward with force.

HUUM—WHRRRRRR!!!

Instantly.

Thick saliva and dull yellow canine teeth burst forth from the blade’s surface, interweaving, rotating, tearing!

Heavy, violent breathing roared like an exploding engine, thundering skyward.

Luo De grinned.

Regenerate, huh.

The Dragon-Slaying Greatsword’s ability to shred flesh is top-tier—I’ll see just how much energy you have left to regenerate.

The pale white eyeball’s pupil shrank slightly.

The spinning, shredding chainsaw blade delivered tremendous impact; it could see the effect of the Dragon-class assault within.

And this damned body’s fragments—where did they even come from?—somehow contained traces of Dragon blood!

Of all things.

After being forcibly fused by Shadow Luo De, this body’s bloodline is now connected to Him.

The sword’s effect works on Him too!

As a god who holds complete authority, death is impossible.

But pain? Oh, pain can torture a being beyond endurance!

“No Luo De no, we can talk. You kill him. Just don’t. don’t saw me!”

No reply.

In response, the roaring, exploding chainsaw blade slammed into Him.

WHRRRRR!!!

Flesh tore wildly, spraying outward like a firehose, scattering like petals in a celestial dance.

“AAAAAAHHHH—!!!”

An hour later.

Luo De spat a mouthful of saliva and hurled the depleted Dragon-Slaying Greatsword onto the ground, sending dirt flying.

He gazed with satisfaction at the meteor crater now transformed into a pool of filthy, organ- and flesh-floating blood.

The eclipse in the sky was hazy and indistinct.

The cascading blood had long since stopped; the pale moon seemed to have reappeared.

White mist in the forest condensed and sank, too fearful to approach.

Here, it formed a rare clear field of vision.

“Tch. Trash.”

GURGLE-GURGLE—

The blood pool bubbled, and only a quarter of the eyeball floated upward.

It stared fixedly at Luo De, blood vessels and fluid oozing, slowly congealing.

“You can’t kill me, human Luo De. But when I fully revive, you, your family, those who care for you, those who care about you—I, the Moon God Luka—will slaughter them all, just as I slaughtered the fools who sealed me.”

“Yeah yeah yeah, I’m waiting. So, how many years? Not another hundred thousand, right? I can’t wait that long.”

Luo De scratched his ear with his pinky, utterly indifferent.

Luka’s gaze grew fiercer and angrier.

Don’t be fooled by the godly aura and labyrinthine consciousness—this wasn’t hard at all.

The Moon God Luka, barely clinging to life after ten thousand years, is nothing. And this labyrinth consciousness? Also trash—never spoke a word from start to finish, now dead and hiding deep within the maze.

It’s not that they’re weak.

It’s just that Luo De’s power is absurdly overpowered.

Under the stacked effects of the 【Burning Wind Leap】, a single meteor impact left them critically wounded and near death.

They didn’t even get to use any of their tricks.

But that’s all.

Luo De’s stats and destructive power exceed the ninth tier.

Yet against Luka’s immortality and the labyrinth consciousness’s wounded escape, he has no real solution.

The latter could be dealt with using external aid.

Cut a finger, plant a labyrinth marker, and let the Grudge Dragon Naolin crush him.

【Hey.】

Hm?

Luo De looked at the Dragon-Slaying Greatsword trembling in his hand.

The blade possessed sentience, but had not appeared or spoken in a long time.

“Long time no see, Miss Dragon-Slaying Sword.”

【You may call me Hope.】

Same as always.

This sentient entity named Hope spoke with erratic speed, always trembling and gasping weakly.

Perhaps it’s a side effect of being bound to the greatsword.

“What is it you need, Miss Hope?”

【Please, insert me into the blood pool.】

“?”

【It’s divinity, Mr. Luo De. I cannot absorb the eyeball, skull, or heart—but in their fusion, they leaked traces. I may use them to advance further.】

Then there’s nothing to discuss.

You grow stronger, I grow stronger.

Luo De flicked his wrist; the Dragon-Slaying Sword spun halfway through the air, splattering blood, then plunged vertically into the center of the blood pool.

Then, with a pull of 【Gravitational Wave】.

He drew the shattered eyeball, half a skull, and the shriveled heart to his feet.

Along the way, he also retrieved the Illusory Blood.

“See? Collected, just as you wished.”

“Hmph.”

The other three organs carried far stronger auras—but only this one could communicate.

Luo De smiled: “Arrogant, aren’t you? True, I can’t kill you—but I don’t need to.”

Saying this,

he pulled from his spell satchel the magic puppet he’d purchased from Medlin for two hundred thousand Jin Along.

A tangled mess of silver threads, its arm broken, helpless and pathetic.

The magical puppet’s consciousness was extremely faint; as its wheel turned, the multifaceted crystal eye fixed on Luo De.

Luo De’s smile did not fade.

“What bad luck—whether the twelve chains in the Hall of Gazing Moon or the twelve stone pillars of the Silent Throne, I remember every rune on them clearly. What do you think would happen if I sealed all your organs inside this puppet and cast a single enslavement incantation?”

(End of Chapter)