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The rumbling sound emitted by the Ancient Ship reverberated, accompanied by the explosive sounds of spiritual artifacts and talismans bursting, echoing in all directions at that moment.
This intense situation lasted for about ten breaths. As the Ancient Ship began to slowly move its hull, heading towards the massive crack that seemed to penetrate the entire Northern Mountain and led to the Netherworld, everything came to an end.
"Everyone is here." In the third cabin of the ship, Fang Chen suddenly stood up. His overwhelming Divine Consciousness, almost comparable to that of a Dao Sovereign Realm Expert, instantly spread out, sweeping over every inch of the Ancient Ship, his eyes gleaming with brilliance.
"Song Donglai." Suddenly, Fang Chen's gaze turned towards the northwest direction, a hint of a chilling smile appearing at the corner of his mouth. As he spoke, he stepped forward and left his original position.
In the Colorful Sacred Realm, danger and crisis coexisted. The Nirvana Aura, which permeated the air like Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy, was already invaluable to everyone. Moreover, there were countless Supreme Creations and Heritages within it, including the legendary Heritage of Peerless Strongmen from the Nirvana Realm.
Fang Chen did not wish for his arch-enemy to obtain any astonishing Supreme Creation within it. Therefore, upon detecting Song Donglai's location with his Divine Consciousness, he immediately changed his original plan to act only within the Colorful Sacred Realm. Especially since Song Donglai and Song Nanfeng were still somewhat distant from each other. This was an excellent opportunity for Fang Chen to strike!
"Crisis must be nipped in the bud." He murmured to himself as Fang Chen's figure swiftly moved towards Song Donglai's location.
Inside the Ancient Ship, there were four cabins, each nearly the size of Fengyan City and incredibly mystical. When a martial artist boarded the Ancient Ship, they would immediately appear in one of these cabins. At this moment, although Song Donglai was not in the same cabin as Fang Chen, he was in the adjacent Second Cabin. With Fang Chen's speed, it would only take him about three or four minutes to reach there.
In the third cabin where Fang Chen was located, several figures had already gathered. These individuals looked at Fang Chen, who suddenly took off towards the distance, with expressions of surprise and doubt.
The name True Disciple Fang Chen had become one of the hottest topics within Ziyang Sect since it was first mentioned by Ziyang Ancestor. Under such circumstances, Fang Chen had naturally become well-known among many martial artists.
Thus, Fang Chen's sudden departure immediately attracted the attention of many around him. Some even flickered their gazes in an attempt to quietly follow him. However, this intention faded away when two cold gazes swept over them.
Retracting his gaze and observing those below who looked astonished, Fang Chen maintained a calm expression that also exuded an indescribable dominance. Although he had only entered Ziyang Sect for two days, he was no longer the same Fang Chen who had just joined the Sect. Now he was a True Disciple of Ziyang Sect!
Facing a group of mere Outer Sect Disciples, he stood high above them without concern! He intended to go alone to the Second Cabin to ambush Song Donglai and naturally did not want too many people to see him. After all, this place was not within Ziyang Sect and they were about to enter Colorful Sacred Realm; if too many people gathered and triggered any Mutation, it could lead to trouble. Despite currently holding the highly esteemed identity of True Disciple, he did not yet possess that level of strength. While this identity could still intimidate many people for now, any real incident would be extremely troublesome for Fang Chen.
In the Second Cabin, in a somewhat secluded area, a figure dressed in Dark Red Robes sat cross-legged, exerting all his effort to regulate his breathing. His complexion was pale, and his aura was somewhat chaotic, with his chest rising and falling violently.
This person was Song Donglai.
"Five spiritual artifacts were consumed." He exhaled a long breath of turbid air, opening his eyes, the fatigue on his face was extremely evident, along with a deep sense of physical pain. However, as he scanned the surroundings, a surge of excitement suddenly appeared on his pale face: "I finally made it in."
He did not possess the cultivation of the Alchemy Realm, nor did he have the freakish strength of Fang Chen, who could contend with the Alchemy Realm at the Body Refinement Realm level. The reason he was able to enter was largely due to taking shortcuts and using powerful spiritual artifacts at any cost. Most of these artifacts were not even his; they were merely borrowed temporarily for dealing with Fang Chen. All of this would need to be repaid...
"As long as I can enter the Colorful Sacred Realm, what does it matter if I used five spiritual artifacts?" Song Donglai muttered to himself, then suddenly clenched his fists tightly and gritted his teeth: "This place is my only hope to kill Fang Chen!"
In the Colorful Sacred Realm, killing was not forbidden, and it contained countless Supreme Creations. Obtaining just one could change a warrior's fate. If he were to walk against the odds and acquire the Heritage of a Nirvana Realm expert, then a mere nominal Fang Chen would be easy to slay—who would dare stop him then?
This was Song Donglai's ambition!
In the Colorful Sacred Realm, obtain Supreme Creations and slay Fang Chen!
But...
"Such great ambition; too bad you won't live to see that day." A calm voice suddenly echoed from afar. Song Donglai abruptly looked up, and a familiar figure suddenly appeared in his line of sight.
"Fang Chen!" Song Donglai exclaimed in shock, every hair on his body standing on end at that moment.
How did he find me?
This is Song Donglai's first reaction. The next moment... run!
No matter how Fang Chen found him, at this moment, looking at Fang Chen's murderous expression, he could only flee. After all, there was no Song Nanfeng by his side, and none of the others in the Second Cabin were familiar to him; he was far from being a match for Fang Chen. In this situation, not fleeing would only lead to death!
"Stay," Fang Chen said coldly, his handsome face devoid of any compassion.
He extended one hand, fingers splayed wide, and a storm erupted from his palm, sweeping toward the fleeing Song Donglai. With his other hand clenched into a fist, a flash of light flickered as he hurled a punch at Song Donglai.
"Break, break, break!" Song Donglai roared, feeling the deadly sense of crisis behind him, his expression frenzied. Under the onslaught of the fierce wind, his escape slowed significantly, while behind him, Fang Chen—who was already faster than him—closed in instantly!
"No!" At this moment, Song Donglai resembled a beast cornered with nowhere to run, letting out a desperate roar.
However, just as that sound echoed out, it abruptly ceased. The next moment...
Bang!
Song Donglai's frantic escape suddenly froze; a bloodied fist pierced through his chest from behind.
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