Chapter 1000: Nighttime War God (Requesting Monthly Tickets)

His figure moved like a shadow, darting through the streets, dodging left and right to confuse Fang Yue's vision, rapidly closing the distance.

When the Third Prince reached Fang Yue's front…

Black Shadow Slash!

The Black Bone Sword suddenly erupted in black flames, slashing down with shadow-like speed!

In the instant it struck, the flames on the Black Bone Sword suddenly expanded over tenfold, like a giant blade descending!

Yet…

Ding!!

The Third Prince's confident strike was blocked.

Blocked by Fang Yue, who raised his sword and stopped it with one hand!

All the force was instantly dissipated, fully absorbed head-on by Fang Yue.

The follow-up black flame energy consumed Fang Yue's body like fire, burning the ground and melting large sections of it.

Yet it had no effect on Fang Yue—seemingly, all power was neutralized by the faint black light membrane on his surface.

Even…

Crack!

The Black Bone Sword, the Third Prince's lifelong weapon forged through years of battle, cracked open the moment it clashed with Fang Yue's longsword.

How… is this possible?

The Third Prince widened his eyes, face filled with disbelief.

Hum!!

His vision blurred, his expression changed, and he instinctively blasted backward dozens of meters.

But when he finally stopped…

Crack.

The black bone helmet on his face split cleanly in two, a crimson wound now carved from top to bottom across his face.

Long-absent black blood oozed from his face, dripping to the ground, yet the Third Prince's expression remained frozen in shock.

He stared blankly at his hand, touching his face, murmuring: "Could it be… a human actually wounded me?"

Too long a period of Hidden Endurance is equivalent to too long a period of comfort.

The Wu Yu Clan had been isolated from the outside world for too long, rarely ever facing true powerhouses in combat.

Coupled with the rarity of Yu-level powerhouses clashing, the Wu Yu royal family's strange isolation gradually made them forget that among humans, there were ancient monsters powerful enough to look down upon royal bloodlines.

Fang Yue did not belong to that category, yet his strength was not to be underestimated.

Wiping the blood from his face, the Third Prince gripped his Black Bone Sword tightly, glaring at Fang Yue across the distance.

"You actually endured my Black Bone Sword—what is the origin of your blade?"

Fang Yue casually lifted his sword.

"Heavenly Sword Sect's sect-preserving blade—Heavenly Sword."

The blade remained flawless, sharply contrasting with the Third Prince's cracked Black Bone Sword.

The Heavenly Sword hummed softly, as if boasting to Fang Yue.

Yet Fang Yue was savoring the strength within himself.

For the first time, he faced a Yu-level opponent with his own power—and even… suppressed him!

From weapon to movement, to sheer force, Fang Yue realized he was dominating the Third Prince in every aspect.

The Empty Ice Sword Art, combined with 【Mystic Membrane】, was sufficient to stand against the Third Prince alone.

Compared to his refined swordplay, the Wu Yu Third Prince's technique was crude indeed.

Compared to humans who devoted themselves to Martial Arts, the Wraith race's mastery in this field was ultimately inferior.

Moreover, internal energy was refined, while Wraith energy was brute force—internal energy clearly offered greater maneuverability.

The difference between the two forces meant their respective upper limits varied across domains.

Holding both forces, Fang Yue could fully exploit the advantages of both.

Thus, Fang Yue was completely dominating the Third Prince!

The Wu Yu Third Prince clearly felt the pressure; he took a deep breath and slowly closed his eyes.

Fang Yue's heart stirred; though he didn't know what the opponent intended, he immediately exploded forward.

Motionless, he was unremarkable; once he moved, the world trembled.

The instant Fang Yue moved, vast black qi erupted like jet exhaust, propelling him forward at blinding speed—he reached the Wu Yu Third Prince's side in the blink of an eye.

In the instant the Third Prince opened his eyes, stunned.

"Empty Ice Sword Art!"

Qi wrapped in internal energy, sword infused with Martial Arts, force condensed into a single point—one slash descended!

Boom!!

The black bone armor shattered into countless fragments, black blood spraying as the Third Prince was flung backward and crashed heavily to the ground.

But when the Wu Yu Third Prince rose, he clutched the massive, shattered wound on his chest, staring at Fang Yue with a strange smile.

"You are already dead."

What?

Fang Yue's heart tightened; he opened all his senses—but sensed nothing.

As Fang Yue hesitated, the Wu Yu Third Prince dipped his finger into the black blood oozing from his chest and touched the air.

The black blood inexplicably froze midair, as if solidifying from liquid into solid, motionless.

For some reason, the instant Fang Yue saw that drop of black blood, he felt an immediate sense of danger.

His form blurred into a shadow; Fang Yue charged at the Third Prince again, only to see the Third Prince raise his deformed Black Bone Sword, turning it into a thin, elongated needle that pierced straight through the trapped drop of Black Blood!

Step!!

The instant the Black Blood was pierced, Fang Yue's body froze in place, motionless.

Boom!!

Blood droplets exploded violently from Fang Yue's body; his pupils shrank, he staggered two steps, barely able to stand.

"You… what did you do?"

Strange, powerful abilities are never merely physical—they are endless, bizarre powers!

As the Third Prince of the Wu Yu Clan, his bizarre ability seemed even more terrifying, far more troublesome than the time-stopping power of the Fifth Prince he had slain before.

"It's simple: between you and me, a Synchronization has been established!"

Synchronization?

Could it be…?

Fang Yue looked down in shock—suddenly, searing pain tore through his chest, a massive wound splitting open, identical to the wound on the Third Prince's chest!

"From now on, if you kill me, you kill yourself. But if I kill you, it won't harm me at all! This battle is already decided, human—you have no room to struggle! Hehehehe!"

The Wu Yu Clan's Third Prince sneered coldly, yet Fang Yue's expression slowly turned strange.

For beneath the crimson Night Rain, amid the Third Prince's cold laugh, the massive wound on his own chest… was healing rapidly!

The wound writhed as flesh regrew, filling the gap; Qi and Blood surged back, his body restoring itself to full condition… while across from him, the Third Prince's torn chest remained open, oozing black blood.

The maniacal laughter gradually froze.

His expression shifted from wild arrogance to stunned disbelief.

The Wu Yu Clan's Third Prince stared blankly at Fang Yue, now fully restored, his mind nearly shutting down.

"No… impossible?! With such severe injuries, even our bizarre physiology requires long recovery time! How could a mere human achieve this level of healing!!"

Realizing Fang Yue had truly healed—rendering his ability nearly useless—the Wu Yu Clan's Third Prince nearly lost control, roaring in fury.

Yet as Fang Yue felt the growing heat of the mark on his forehead, his form blurred like a phantom, dashing to the stunned Third Prince's side—instantly closing the vast distance—and brought down his sword!

"You probably don't know…"

Ssssh!!

Black blood sprayed; the Wu Yu Clan's Third Prince was sliced diagonally in two, his face frozen in disbelief, his eyes holding a rare trace of… terror!

On the corpse of the Wu Yu Clan's Third Prince, Fang Yue silently extended one finger, pointing toward the deep night sky above the Black Cloud.

"…What does it truly mean to be the Night God of War?"

(End of Chapter)