Chapter 226

“Oh.” Lu Fang said flatly. “Why?”

Song Ce’s eyes flickered with hesitation, then hardened. “The power you just used—it must be the Heavenly and Earthly Momentum Divine Art. As far as I know, only one person in this world can cultivate this art.”

He did not speak the name.

Lu Fang gave Song Ce no chance to ask. He did not use any extraordinary power that might reveal his identity, only the “Conceal Heaven and Cross Sea” technique, transforming into a giant in his altered state.

Very few knew of this extraordinary power, and even fewer knew he himself possessed it.

And then there was the Heavenly and Earthly Momentum!

He abandoned the restriction ability of “Dirge of Fallen Flowers” and did not use the devastating “Green Dragon Reclining Moon Slash”—both were far too revealing of his identity.

If the demons and barbarians on the field realized and turned against him as one, he’d be finished.

With the Wuchang power granted by the Devil Heart, combined with the “Conceal Heaven and Cross Sea” transformation, and finally the power of the Heavenly and Earthly Momentum, Lu Fang at this moment could easily defeat Song Ce.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

In a few flashes, Lu Fang and Song Ce clashed.

Calling it a battle was misleading—it was mostly one-sided domination. In this state, Lu Fang merely wielded the might of the Heavenly and Earthly Momentum, forcing Song Ce to flee in all directions with no chance to counter.

Fifteen minutes later.

“Aah!”

Mid-air, Song Ce’s body suddenly stiffened. The surrounding space twisted and crushed, causing his skin to bleed. He screamed as his divine power surged outward to resist the momentum’s pressure.

But the more he resisted, the fiercer Lu Fang’s assault became.

“You’re holding out longer than I expected,” Lu Fang said coldly, clenching his fist tightly and pushing his cultivated momentum to its limit.

The tangible Heavenly and Earthly Momentum Divine Art was like invisible iron hands, slowly and steadily compressing the space within, while Song Ce was a fleshy ball being relentlessly squeezed.

At first, Song Ce’s divine power could barely hold back the pressure.

But Lu Fang could replenish his momentum by consuming the aura of scholarly energy, so after a brief stalemate, Song Ce could no longer resist with divine power—and in that instant, blood began pouring from every pore of his body.

In the blink of an eye, he became a bloody corpse.

Seeing this, Lu Fang felt a surge of triumph. He was about to seize the chance and obliterate Song Ce completely—when, in the next instant, Song Ce’s entire body flashed crimson and successfully teleported away.

Freed, Song Ce did not pause—he shot straight toward the stream.

Lu Fang naturally refused to let him escape. He repeatedly blocked the path with the Heavenly and Earthly Momentum, but the crimson light was incredibly agile, instantly teleporting far away the moment it sensed danger.

Thus, Song Ce slipped into the stream and vanished.

“I can’t sense him anymore?”

Lu Fang swiftly reached the stream’s edge, but after trying, he found he could not enter the water—it was as if an invisible barrier blocked him, and Song Ce’s aura was completely gone.

Song Ce had vanished from this world as if he never existed.

Devil Heart: “He has gone to the very rear of the sealing ground. This stream’s barrier isolates all perception—you cannot sense him anymore.”

Lu Fang’s eyes lit up. “So you can sense him again? Can you help me reach the rear of the sealing ground too? If he can, I should be able to as well.”

Devil Heart sighed. “Don’t hold out any hope. I can’t help you. Song Ce can enter the stream’s barrier and reach the rear of the sealing ground because he carries an item that grants him free passage.”

“With my current strength, I cannot forcibly break through this barrier to let you in.”

“Everything here in the sealing ground is remarkably intelligent.”

“Back then, to seal these hundred palaces of the ancient clans, countless lives were spent. Had the seal not weakened for some reason, these ancient clans would have been trapped here forever.”

Lu Fang frowned tightly. If Devil Heart truly couldn’t help, then he had no way to deal with Song Ce—this was bad news.

“Aaaah!”

Behind him, the demons and barbarians screamed again.

While Lu Fang fought Song Ce, the ancient clan’s mist on the other side, even against the Zheng Xu demons, moved like a tiger among sheep.

Now, countless demons and barbarians lay dead—but the ancient clan no longer devoured flesh. The blood and flesh flowed toward the hundred palaces as if swallowed by them.

“Are they using this flesh to free the ancient clans inside the palaces?”

Seeing this eerie sight, Lu Fang immediately thought of this possibility.

The truth matched his thought: Ancient Clan · Mist, having just awakened from slumber, could not restore full power even with abundant flesh nearby.

So when he heard certain whispers, he chose only to kill the demons and barbarians, avoiding the flesh.

Seeing Ancient Clan · Mist about to slaughter every last demon, Lu Fang hesitated—then finally acted.

Though he wished the demons dead, this situation was dangerous: if more flesh was devoured by the hundred sealed palaces, who knew how many more ancient clans might be released?

One was more than enough for him to handle.

But if several emerged, he’d have to flee—and that was unacceptable.

Boom! Ancient Clan · Mist was struck hard and flung backward.

“Join forces and kill him!”

Zheng Xu cried out, battered and desperate.

He had already been badly wounded; during his fight with Ancient Clan · Mist, he had only fled, unable to strike back. Now that Lu Fang had arrived as powerful support, he was filled with rage and wanted to vent it.

At this moment, he had completely forgotten why he had come to the sealing ground.

Lu Fang ignored Zheng Xu’s plea. He alone could kill Ancient Clan · Mist—especially since the Heavenly and Earthly Momentum was its natural counter.

“Die!”

He roared, and the surrounding air compressed into a tangible, mist-like “momentum,” even gaining a granular texture.

Ancient Clan · Mist tried to act—but its misty body froze, compressed into a spherical shape, just as Song Ce had been.

Boom!

The mist exploded, revealing chunks of flesh.

Lu Fang’s eyes sharpened. He instantly moved toward Ancient Clan · Mist, aiming to collect the flesh into his storage bag before the hundred palaces could devour it.

But an unexpected change occurred: the flesh lay right before him, yet as if shielded by an invisible barrier—he could not touch it.