Chapter 1012

Yin Cha, even for the Phoenix Organization, is an ultimate question, an unsolvable existence.

Studying An Dong'er's Heavenly Yin Body is, in a sense, also an attempt to study Yin Cha—yet this kind of existence is far too mysterious; what little can be gleaned is merely the tip of the iceberg.

Thus, when the Yin Cha appeared so abruptly, Feng Wang had no psychological preparation.

But he believed one thing: that no one, under any circumstances, could resist Yin Cha!

Not even immortals!

Therefore, this man is doomed!

Just as Feng Wang thought this, he saw Fang Yue—having just slain Huang Hou and in some strange state—suddenly extend his right hand and grip the Yin Cha's arm from behind!

In the brief pause of the Yin Cha…

Crack!!

The Yin Cha's arm was twisted off on the spot, torn away as easily as ripping through thin paper.

Amid the Yin Cha's slightly dazed pause, Feng Wang could sense it was overwhelmed by shock.

Not just the Yin Cha—Feng Wang was stunned too.

According to him, no one had ever inflicted real harm upon Yin Cha!

No one had ever done such a thing to Yin Cha!

What on earth is this man?!

Feng Wang felt everything before his eyes had utterly exceeded his comprehension.

Since founding the Phoenix Organization, this was the first time he felt so small, so ignorant—like a frog at the bottom of a well!

While Feng Wang stood frozen, he saw Fang Yue before him placing the severed arm from the Yin Cha into his mouth, chewing it, one bite, then another, swallowing it down.

As the arm entered his belly, the outline and form of the Yin Cha grew faintly clearer, its eyes wide with terror, stepping back two paces, staring fixedly at the Flower Bud Shadow faintly rising behind Fang Yue.

"Transcending life and death, erasing marks… the Flower of the Other Shore… it's the Flower of the Other Shore! How could you…?"

The voice cut off abruptly.

Black threads sliced through everything, shattering the Yin Cha's body, instantly dividing it into countless fragments.

Then, Fang Yue's figure, like a predatory hound, unleashed countless illusions, swallowing every fragment of the Yin Cha into his belly!

And as the Yin Cha's fragments entered his belly, a Taiji Wheel Shadow slowly rose beside the Flower Bud Shadow behind Fang Yue, turning slowly.

As the Taiji Wheel turned, Fang Yue's vitality withered and died, all things withered.

As the Flower Bud Shadow faintly bloomed, Fang Yue's vitality revived, flourishing and growing strong.

One death, one life—alternating between extinction and vitality—through these two extremes of trial, Fang Yue's aura surged wildly!

Meanwhile.

Youquan.

Within Youquan, the newly deceased Yin Cha's shadow slowly rose from the lake's surface.

It seemed dazed, as if still recalling something, then suddenly jolted awake, raising its head and emitting a silent wave.

As the wave rippled outward, seemingly exhausting its strength, the Yin Cha cracked apart with a crack and sank into Youquan, dissolving into the water.

Meanwhile, countless other Yin Cha around it simultaneously received the "signal," rising into the air at once, drifting toward the same direction, soon forming a vast, sweeping army—like a horde of ghosts marching at night, an army of the dead crossing the land!

"How could they be awakened so soon?!"

On the shore of Youquan, a blood-red stone coalesced into the form of a girl, her face filled with alarm.

Seeing the sky filled with Yin Cha troops, Yeya's heart sank.

"Very well—let me help you one last time! My clan's descendant, you must, you must one day find Youquan again, and meet me!"

Clenching her teeth, she clasped her hands together; the blood-red stone beneath her feet cracked with a series of sharp snaps.

Yet she pushed on—suddenly, a blood-red nightfall erupted from her body, spreading across the heavens like a vast crimson cloth, rushing down upon the Yin Cha army!

Whoosh!

The crimson cloth turned into a rain of blood, drenching most of the Yin Cha; they froze for a moment, then drifted back dazedly to their former positions, resuming their tasks—as if they had forgotten the signal.

Yet many still slipped through, leaving Youquan and heading toward a small place called Qingchuan Jie, locked onto the "Marked One," until death.

…

Qing Guo.

This was the first time Feng Wang had ever lost his composure.

This was the first time he had ever seen someone tear apart Yin Cha with his bare hands!

"Impossible… impossible! Impossible! Impossible!! How on earth did you do it?!"

Feng Wang screamed in frenzy, but Fang Yue seemed still trapped in some unconscious state—his previous actions were mere instinctive reactions, so he naturally could not answer Feng Wang's question.

Niu Zuo and the others also stared at Fang Yue in shock.

"He actually ate the Yin Cha? What the hell is he?!"

"Ye Ge… so strong!"

"Is Captain Ye okay? He feels… weird now."

All eyes locked onto Fang Yue.

So no one noticed that the severed halves of Huang Hou had dropped their masks to the ground, revealing their true face—clearly… Eighth Imperial Princess Qing Zhou!

But no one cared anymore.

For at this moment, Fang Yue, with the Taiji Grinding Disc Shadow and the Flower Bud Shadow behind him, twisted his head at an impossible angle—two hundred and seventy degrees—turning to gaze at… the Second Prince of Wu Yu!

His heart lurched—he instantly sensed danger.

"Wait! Your enemy is over there!"

He instinctively turned to flee—but the moment he moved…

Crack!

A black shadow flashed, a black line slicing across his chest.

The Second Prince of the Wuyu Tribe split cleanly in two from top to bottom; his upper half, still wearing an expression of stunned disbelief, slid to the ground.

That black line, that sword, had not simply severed his body—it had severed his very existence itself.

This kind of attack, which approached the fundamental essence, was utterly different from the human martial artist's methods of attack that it knew!

"This guy… just what is this guy… No, I have to report to Father King, report…"

As consciousness went dark, a black qi cluster rose from the Second Prince's corpse—visible to no one except Fang Yue—and flew toward Fang Yue.

Like a greedy diner, Fang Yue reached out, grabbed it, and chewed in big bites; the Taiji Grinding Disc and Flower Bud Shadow behind him suddenly became a few degrees clearer again.

"He killed the Second Prince!"

"How could this be?!"

"Second Prince!"

"Humans truly cannot be trusted!"

"Avenge the Second Prince!!"

Boom!

Beneath the thunder, the swarming Wuyu Tribe anomalies spiraled downward like a black staircase, madly diving toward Fang Yue; the instant they touched him, they shattered into fragments across the ground. In a scene unseen by others, the black qi clusters rising from the Wuyu Tribe anomalies upon death surged madly into Fang Yue's body.

(End of Chapter)