Chapter 155: Collapsing Dragon Tower, Part 2

Lu Fan glanced at her, looking suddenly enlightened, clasped his fists in a salute, and said gratefully:

Your reminder is spot on! Many hands make the fire burn high. Though I've secretly refined this Kun Python, awakening some potential, it's still not enough to surpass this place's rules—so gather everyone and strike together!

As his words fell, he waved a hand and pointed into the void. The Kun Python, swallowing and refining the dragon-origin purple qi, let out a sudden roar, soaring straight up toward the hundred-foot void.

Originally a dragon-origin gang curtain blocked this place, but now it's empty. The Kun Python arrived, coiled its body, and exhaled clouds and mist.

At this moment, Lu Fan kept forming seals with his hand, condensing mysterious power into the void.

"Spatial barrier, break for me!"

He shouted a sharp cry and thrust his palm forward. His force was formidable, and even more astonishing was the Kun Python beneath his feet, playing with its skull, following his palm motion and smashing down.

"Crack—"

The python's head struck the hundred-foot void, which should have been empty, but it cracked open a gap. Phantasms emerged and then scattered down.

Countless layers of void within the Dragon Tower shattered here, all falling to this place.

"Where is this? I was clearly fighting the Dragon Shadow Ferocious Spirit just moments ago—how did I end up here?"

"Haha! Heaven leaves no one without a way! I was almost torn apart by the Resentful Killer Dragon Spirit, yet I ended up here!"

"Eh! Why is everyone here? Weren't we supposed not to meet until the end?"

Figures gradually appeared, some ecstatic, some shocked—clearly no one had anticipated this scene.

But Wang Wu and his two companions were dumbfounded, finding it hard to believe what they saw. Upon first entering the Dragon Tower, each person is placed in an individual space to face the Resentful Killer Dragon Spirit alone.

As for Lu Fan, he effortlessly shattered countless layers of void, gathering everyone together.

"Friends, you must have gained a lot from these days of Dragon Tower trials! It's about time—hand over your dragon-origin purple qi!"

The hall's uproar ceased in an instant. Everyone then looked up toward the sound. The Kun Python, exhaling clouds and mist, hovered high in the hundred-foot void, looking down like a divine dragon over the crowd.

Yet on the python's head, Lu Fan wore a wicked grin, his eyes narrowed, making everyone's hearts creep.

"Isn't that Lu Fan? Amazing! He even subdued the Kun Python—truly the number one person of the Bright Moon Empire!"

"Coming out this time really broadened my horizons! Indeed, there's always a higher heaven and greater people!"

"Huh? What did he just say? Did I mishear?"

Most people saw Lu Fan standing on the Kun Python's head, realized he had subdued this fifth-rank beast king, and gasped with envy. But only a few noticed something odd, recalling how Lu Fan had extorted everyone before entering the secret realm, and their faces darkened.

"Hmph! Didn't you hear clearly? Lu Fan wants your dragon-origin purple qi—why do some of you seem completely unconcerned?"

Zhang Heng bellowed loudly, his voice shaking the hall. Lu Fan intends to repeat on everyone else what he just did to the three of them. If he doesn't seize this chance to unite the crowd, this Dragon Tower expedition will surely leave us at the mercy of others!

"Everyone, this brat Lu Fan is greedy as a snake trying to swallow an elephant, seeking to seize your fortunes within the Dragon Tower. That's why he blasted the tower's formation spaces, gathering you all here. If you heed my words and join forces, you might stand a chance against Lu Fan and keep the fruits of your ten-odd days of labor!"

Xiulan seized the moment, summed it up in a few words, making the key point clear. She feared others wouldn't understand and would miss the opportunity.

After hearing their words, combining what Ye Lu Fan had just said and recalling how they'd previously looted everyone, anyone still confused would truly be a fool.

"Damn it! You, surnamed Lu, dare!"

"Hmph! I've never seen someone so overbearing—why should I hand over my dragon-origin purple qi to you?"

"It infuriates me. After all my hard work over ten-odd days, I'm not making a wedding dress for others. Want my dragon-origin purple qi? Unless you kill me, forget it!"

In an instant, everyone was furious, glaring coldly at Lu Fan. Unseen, a killing intent coalesced and surged toward him as one.

"Hehe! I'm merely informing you—I won't allow your refusal!"

Lu Fan chuckled lightly, lifted his toe slightly, and tapped the python's head.

The Kun Python instantly understood, opened its blood-filled maw wide, and spewed forth streams of qi that condensed into a light-shadow crystal furnace, smashing down.

Before those below could react, the vast majority were already caught in the vortex spun up by the light-shadow crystal furnace. Just as with Zhang Heng and his companion earlier, they initially felt nothing odd, then noticed their dragon-origin purple qi seeping out.

One by one they panicked, trying to escape the vortex but couldn't. A few unlucky ones, though not trapped by the furnace's vortex, still had their dragon-origin purple qi leaking from their apertures and pores, jumping up and down uncontrollably.

Just moments ago they were united in purpose, sharing a common hatred; now they each fought on their own, thrown into chaos.

"Brother Zhang, please lend your aid to Tu Mou of the Exemplary Gentlemen Hall—your help will be richly rewarded later!"

Someone begged Zhang Heng for help, hopeful. But Zhang Heng himself could barely protect himself, let alone attend to them.

"Eh? Where's Young Master Wan Li of the Myriad Spirit Hall? Why isn't he here?"

"And the Dragon Ape and the Dragon Ape and Demon Hand are missing too—what's going on?"

No one knows who muttered that, but finding themselves helpless, everyone began searching for acquaintances. Some recognized strong individuals are indeed absent.

"Don't rush, everyone. Once I blast apart the eight dragon-origin gang curtains above and break their corresponding formation spaces, the people you're looking for will naturally appear."

Gazing at the layers of dragon-origin mist condensing in the void, Lu Fan's face showed a rare satisfaction, then he directed the Kun Python to frenziedly devour and refine it.

After an hour, the whirlwind air columns below had dissipated, and the illusory crystal furnaces were also swallowed into the Kun Python's mouth.

Those below seethed, gritting their teeth in hatred toward Lu Fan. Yet the Kun Python, having swallowed vast amounts of purple dragon-origin qi, exuded an overpowering aura; even a glance filled them with dread, leaving no courage to oppose Lu Fan.

"Alright! Full stomach—time to work!"

Lu Fan looked upward; beyond the layers of dragon-origin gang curtains, the True Dragon Spirit Treasure continuously surged with dragon-origin power, seeming even faster than before.

"Roar—"

The Kun Python let out a roar, rose on clouds and mist, soaring upward—not particularly fast but with tremendous force. Its body wrapped in clouds and mist, it directly struck the dragon-origin gang curtain.

"Boom boom boom!"

Three gang curtains in succession were pierced, but unlike the first, they didn't dissipate; instead they transformed into three streams of misty rain that poured down.

Amid the hazy transformation, vague beast shadows twisted forth—these were the Resentful Killer Dragon Spirits.

Seeing this, those below leapt up and shouted. They had each encountered the Resentful Killer Dragon Spirit before; some were even locked in bitter combat upon arriving at this space. Now encountering them again, both their numbers and ferocity far surpassed what most had experienced.

Fortunately, the surrounding crowd was sizable; groups of three to five could handle them with little danger.

Soon most of the Resentful Killer Dragon Spirits were slain, and pure dragon-origin purple qi diffused outward. Yet no one tried to refine or absorb it, each pretending not to have seen it.

"Heh heh heh! Nice job, you brat—your abilities are no small thing, driving all these people to work for you; you've really taken a huge advantage!"

Lu Fan once again used his means to shatter space, but this time the spatial phantoms were only a few strands, and the figures appearing were just a handful. The speaker now was the Wild Beast.

"What's the use of more people? When it comes to devouring the world's vital energy, nobody can match you!"

Lu Fan stood with his hands behind his back, arrogant and upright, staring directly at the monstrous hand of the wild beast floating in the void, and laughed ha ha.

"Hmph! Sharp-tongued. Perfect, you're here—hand over the technique-refining crystal furnace, and I'll spare you…!"

Before the word "death" could leave his mouth, Lu Fan made a gesture, and the Kun python beneath his feet coiled and surged upward, biting.

"Ah! You make me furious! You're seeking your own death—don't blame me!" The wild beast roared loudly, not retreating but advancing, striking at the Kun python's forehead.

Lu Fan, standing atop the Kun python's head, smiled faintly, pointed from afar, and shouted clearly: "Stabilize!"

As his words fell, the raging wild beast instantly froze in place, unable to advance or retreat.

"How is this possible? How did you do it?"

A mournful, terrified voice rang out, but Lu Fan had no intention of explaining. Controlling the Kun python, he spat out a phantom crystal furnace, imprisoning the wild beast within.

Purple qi swirled, misty rosy clouds drifted.

The crowd below was truly dumbfounded this time, their faces wore expressions of disbelief. The demon hand has been rampaging these days, and many martial artists have fallen into its maw. Even some allied small groups could not handle this monster.

A series of sinister, vicious cold laughs echoed from below, seemingly without any restraint.

At this moment, Lu Fan was holding aloft a light‑shadow crystal furnace, inside which a feral beast's monstrous hand was sealed, and he examined it with a curious expression.

"Truly worthy of being a heaven‑earth ferocious beast; a single aura has evolved to such perfection. If I hadn't already laid layer upon layer of seals to seal the creature's primordial source energy, I wouldn't be able to grasp it with my current strength!"

The feral beast's severed hand, infused with its blood‑qi, has given birth to this monster, which has absorbed a vast amount of dragon‑origin purple qi—enough to condense the power of a true dragon.

If he were to truly clash with it, Lu Fan would stand no chance; this is also why he has been cautiously avoiding it outside the Dragon Pagoda.

The reason this encounter went so smoothly is, on one hand, the sealing of the feral beast's origin within the arcane‑refined crystal furnace, and on the other, the aid of the Kun‑python's arm.

"For now I can't control it; I'll seal it in the crystal furnace and study it later!"

Lu Fan swept his hand wide, slammed his palm into the light‑shadow crystal furnace, and directly snatched the True Dragon Seal from the feral beast. He then kneaded the furnace together with the beast inside into a ball and tossed it into the crystal furnace embedded in the serpent's head beneath his feet.

He hefted it slightly, instinctively trying to infuse it with true qi. Suddenly, the True Dragon Seal became immensely heavy—over ten thousand catties—and its weight kept increasing. His strength could not bear it; he dropped it, and it fell straight down beneath his feet.

If they truly engage in combat, Lu Fan is simply no match. This is also why he has been carefully avoiding it outside the Dragon Tower.

The True Dragon Seal landed on the serpent's head; in an instant, blood‑light swirled, and the vast dragon‑origin purple qi within the Kun‑python's body surged forth, lifting the seal slowly three chi high.

The seal floated, slowly rotating. Blood‑light and purple qi intertwined, forming mysterious sigils in the void that faintly directed, indeed stirring the very space here.

"Looks like Xiulan was right—this is the key to unlocking the true treasury of the Dragon Pagoda!"

Lu Fan's face lit up with joy; he had long sensed the extraordinary nature of the True Dragon Seal, but he never imagined it would be so closely tied to the Dragon Pagoda.

"Rise—"

He suddenly formed a seal sign, turning it into a streak of purple light that shot into the seal. Then, with a single hand, he flicked a point toward the void above his head.

The seal floated, slowly rotating. Bloodlight and purple qi entwined, forming one after another profound pattern in the void, faintly—indeed, it was stirring the very space here.

"Looks like Xiulan was right—this is the key to unlocking the true treasury of the Dragon Pagoda!"

Lu Fan's face lit up with wild joy; he had long seen that this true dragon seal was extraordinary, but he never imagined it would be so closely linked to the Dragon Pagoda.

"Rise——"

He suddenly formed a hand seal, turning into a wisp of purple light that plunged into the seal. Immediately, with a single hand gesture, he thrust toward the void above his head.