Chapter 628: Great Battle

Xiong Xiong!

Beneath the white dragon flame, the Blood Shadow Sect's Patriarch's form froze solid.

In an instant, she transformed into a strange paper doll, while a shadow puppet and a porcelain doll shattered simultaneously.

——Substitute Death Paper Doll!

——Substitute Misfortune Shadow Puppet!

——Blood Porcelain Doll!

This was clearly the simultaneous use of the Blood Shadow Sect's three most elite survival techniques.

Fang Xing was familiar with the Substitute Death Paper Doll; the Substitute Misfortune Shadow Puppet required peeling off a large patch of one's own back skin and weaving it with one's own hair—a true survival method only the most ruthless practitioners of shadow puppetry could perform.

The final Blood Porcelain Doll required countless blood sacrifices to the porcelain kiln to produce just one.

And now, all three had shattered!

Not far away, the Blood Shadow Sect's Patriarch reappeared, her expression equally stunned.

She had never imagined her survival artifacts would shatter after just one strike!

Worse still, after consuming three such precious survival items, she still hadn't escaped the battlefield!

Whooosh!

Wild winds howled, thunder rolled!

Amidst them, a jade-white dragon flickered and vanished—Cloud Dragon's Claw, gone without a trace.

Crack!

A dragon claw suddenly appeared, seizing the Blood Shadow Sect's leader, who resembled a porcelain doll, and squeezed with immense force.

"Ahh!"

The Blood Shadow Sect's Patriarch, a Yangshen Zhenjun, screamed and was utterly annihilated—body and spirit destroyed!

Even the Witch Master of the Upper Shrine could not rescue her in time!

"Are they too weak?"

"No! I am too strong!"

Fang Xing, in his dragon form, coiled amidst the clouds and mist, his scales and claws half-visible, thought to himself:

"I am a dual-class practitioner—Yangshen cultivation plus Level 21 Druid. The dragon I've transformed into is already comparable to a typical Yangshen Late-Stage Great Zhenjun…"

"Moreover, I possess a touch of divinity!"

Divinity grants comprehensive enhancements to mortal forms!

Even more, that single spark of natural divinity perfectly complemented the dragon.

Dragons are inherently divine beings; without this touch of divinity, the transformation would feel like painting a tiger's skin but failing to capture its bones.

Now, the weakness was filled—and the dragon was evolving into a semi-divine entity!

"So… am I already at quasi-semi-divine combat strength?"

"Not to mention, I am secretly the Xue Dinge, the Destroyer God's Son. With a single thought, I can receive divine grace and divine power reinforcement… then I'll become a semi-divine dragon with the Chosen template—undoubtedly possessing semi-divine status, even a semi-divine Corpse Liberation Immortal might not defeat me!"

"If truly pushed to the brink, divine descent is still an option—that's the absolute limit of mortal combat power."

"But dealing with this pack of runaway dogs doesn't require going this far."

Fang Xing's dragon eyes, radiating supernatural luminescence, pierced through the Blood Shadow Sect's grand formation and saw the Eight Treasures Lotus Merit Pool.

And within the pool, the incense offerings—golden coins—were continuously vanishing.

"Wretched beast!"

A voice like thunder rang out; the Witch Master, at any cost, caused several Upper Shrine elders to spit blood—suddenly depleted of essence, their lifespans visibly shortened.

The once dreamlike incense prayers coalesced instantly, from which emerged a golden-armored divine figure.

His visage was fierce, riding a celestial warhorse capable of flight, wielding a massive bow.

A vast, righteous yang energy surged forth in an instant!

"Fourth Generation Ancestor?"

Seeing this, the Witch Master could not help but rejoice.

The Upper Shrine had no semi-divine foundation—otherwise, they wouldn't have been driven to the Outer Lands.

Among their venerated ancestors, only the Third and Fourth Generations had broken through to Yangshen Late-Stage.

And summoning two Yangshen Late-Stage ancestors simultaneously in one battle was a massive drain on the sect's spiritual lineage.

He had dared to try today—and somehow succeeded!

"Hah! Watch the arrow!"

The Fourth Generation Ancestor drew his bow like a full moon, gazed northwest, and shot at the Heavenly Wolf!

Shhh!

An arrow flew in, brilliant as a meteor, piercing the clouds and mist, striking Fang Xing—now transformed into the jade-white dragon!

Sssss!

A terrifying golden light erupted from the arrowhead, striking Fang Xing's scales.

Several jade-white scales shattered—but the golden arrow, as if spent of all divine power, slowly dissolved.

"What?"

Not only the Fourth Generation Ancestor, but even the Witch Master found this impossible to accept.

This Natural Sect's Patriarch not only transforms into a dragon—but is even stronger than the Left Messenger?

How is this possible?

No!

Perhaps only this explains why the Killing Sect abandoned Qingmu Ridge back then!

"Hahahaha… Natural Patriarch, well done!"

The Black and White Dharma Kings, fighting three Yangshen Zhenjun Sect Masters together, had been handling it easily.

The Black Dharma King, under siege by two Yangshen masters of Buddhism and Daoism, saw this and laughed heartily—he finally understood the Left Messenger's hesitation.

As for the White Dharma King, she completely abandoned any thought of troubling Fang Xing again.

'This child is terrifying. Perhaps one day he will ascend to semi-divine status?'

'Better to resolve enmity than deepen it… forget it…'

In her heart, a dark thought took root and grew rapidly…

…

"For the Natural!"

While all were stunned, the tree giant army—towering like walking fortress walls—charged into the Blood Shadow Sect's formation.

Leading them, the three-headed, six-armed burning tree giant roared and swung a fist larger than a house.

Whoosh!

Instantly, countless Blood Shadow Sect disciples spat blood. A cascade of spiritual lights shattered; thick crimson mists dispersed, revealing the Blood Shadow Sect's mountain gate and numerous pavilions and towers.

"I declare… you are enemies of the Natural!"

Fang Xing circled the sky, his voice booming like a divine decree.

Boom!

No sooner had he spoken than the Blood Shadow Sect's mountain base literally 'split open!'

Boom!

Only then did the Witch Master realize in horror: a terrifying earthquake had struck the main peak where the Blood Shadow Sect stood!

Under the tremors of the earth veins, the formation crumbled by more than half!

Add to that the line of ten-thousand-year Yangshen tree spirits, the Fei Beasts, and siege engines… today, the Blood Shadow Sect was surely doomed!

Even the Blood Shadow Sect's Patriarch was the first to die!

"Retreat!"

The Witch Master immediately signaled an elder to relocate the Eight Treasures Merit Pool—it was the Upper Shrine's foundation, moved here only for the front-line war.

Now, the Blood Shadow Sect's remnants were useless.

Fortunately, as a strategist, he had already planned ahead: even if the Blood Shadow Sect collapsed, many disciples and high-level cultivators could still retreat to the second defensive line and attempt to regroup.

Though whether to fight or negotiate afterward filled this Witch Master with dark clouds.

Not a single error, not a single misstep, not a single omission!

But retreating first was certainly not wrong.

"Think you can run?"

Fang Xing, coiled high above, immediately detected the enemy's movement.

"That guy not only insulted me—he shot me with an arrow—and now he wants to flee?"

He sneered, transforming into a white streak and plummeting straight toward the Blood Shadow Sect's mountain gate.

The dragon's body possessed not only dragon strength but also innate armor.

Coupled with divine enhancement, his dragon armor was impervious to most Yangshen Zhenjuns.

He had no fear now.

Boom! Boom!

Before the Blood Shadow Sect disciples could flee, they saw a hundred-meter-long terrifying dragon land within their own formation.

Its jade-white tail flicked casually—and dozens, even hundreds, died instantly.

——Divine Dragon's Tail Sweep!

Fang Xing casually whipped his tail, clearing the enemies before him, then immediately locked onto the direction of the Fourth Generation Ancestor and took a deep breath.

Roar! Roar!

In an instant, a long, resonant dragon roar emerged!

This dragon roar carried not only natural dragon aura, but also divine suppression, will suppression, and true spirit suppression!

Even a master of the Yangshen Late Stage, caught off guard like this, would freeze in stunned shock.

Seizing the opportunity, Fang Xing spat out a pale dragon flame.

Blazing!

The pale-white flames instantly engulfed the Fourth Generation Ancestor, reducing him and his celestial warhorse to wisps of smoke.

Not only that!

Fang Xing's dragon eyes flashed, spotting the Eight Treasures Lotus Merit Pool, and charged straight toward it.

"Don't you dare touch my temple's treasured artifact!"

Witnessing this, the Witch Temple Master's eyes bulged with rage.

He and the remaining sect leaders transformed into streaks of light, hurtling upward; colorful radiance mixed with treasures struck Fang Xing—but were blocked by a layer of white jade dragon scales, utterly ineffective.

Fang Xing knew this sudden boost in his "Wild Transformation" ability had still affected him somewhat.

There were plenty of worthy targets on the battlefield, yet he'd been swept up in bloodlust and charged straight for the Eight Treasures Lotus Merit Pool.

Though the pool was indeed the Upper God Temple's fatal weakness, and the vast accumulation of incense money within was undeniably tempting…

"Whatever. No matter how I fight, it's never wrong…"

"I'll take this pool."

Splash!

With a single leap, his dragon body landed beside the Eight Treasures Lotus Merit Pool, crushing numerous Upper God Temple cultivators.

Then, a claw of white jade plunged into the pool and scooped up a handful of merit coins—immediately refining them.

"Huh? This is… faith power? No, it's more chaotic—somewhat inferior, a lesser form of incense power… but the quantity is substantial."

"Summoning deities, incense power…"

Within Fang Xing's body, that single spark of divinity flickered, as if growing stronger.

"Truly a marvelous thing…"

Fang Xing's eyes gleamed brightly.

As a true deity, he knew well the value of faith power.

Moreover, the incense money in this pool had already been purified—no traces of marks or karmic burden remained; any being with divinity could use it.

"The Upper God Temple's ancestors are useless… they hoarded so much incense power, yet none of them crossed that final threshold to become divine beings!"

Once one becomes a divine being, combining it with faith and incense… igniting a divine flame to become a demigod isn't difficult.

Had any ancestor of the Upper God Temple achieved this, they wouldn't have been driven out to the Outer Lands.

Fang Xing endured a barrage of treasures, rolled over, and plunged most of his dragon body into the pool.

He refined handful after handful of incense money—within moments, the pool was drained.

Seeing this, even the Witch Temple Master felt like spitting blood.

"Ahh!"

A cry of agony erupted.

It was from the Poison Hand Scholar's battlefield—the Third Generation Ancestor's incense-formed body suddenly destabilized.

Seizing the chance, the Poison Hand Scholar brought down his hammer lightly.

The Hammer of Annihilation, heavy as a mountain crushing down, shattered the Six Treasures of Pacifying Heaven and struck the Third Generation Ancestor.

The Third Generation Ancestor was instantly obliterated—no trace remained…

(End of Chapter)