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After the words of the White-Clad Middle-Aged Man fell, the surroundings fell silent. Neither Chu Jingxiao nor Fang Chen spoke; they merely lowered their heads slightly, seemingly lost in thought.
Clearly, at this moment, they were not prepared to face the World-Subduing Killing Fist's Third Punch head-on.
There was no luck involved; failure meant death, and this test was perilously dangerous.
Sensing the awkward atmosphere around them, the White-Clad Middle-Aged Man cast a faint glance at Fang Chen and Chu Jingxiao. Suddenly, he flicked his sleeve, and a beam of dark light shot out, crashing heavily onto the yellowish ground.
Boom!
After the sound echoed, a stone tablet, about a person's height, appeared before Fang Chen and Chu Jingxiao. The tablet was entirely black, resembling ink or darkness. It bore little decoration, only a single character that occupied nearly three-quarters of its surface: "Kill."
This simple dark red character for "Kill" seemed quite ordinary; however, when Fang Chen focused on it, his entire being—mind and even soul—suddenly trembled violently.
"Kill!"
In his mind, an earth-shattering roar suddenly resonated, followed by an overwhelming torrent of murderous intent that surged towards him like a flood capable of engulfing the entire world.
Rumble!
It felt as if thousands of horses were galloping, an immense momentum that isolated Fang Chen from this world. A sense of desolation and dying life abruptly surfaced in his heart. Before he could react, it completely devoured him.
Puff!
In the outside world, Fang Chen, who had been staring blankly at the stone tablet, suddenly flushed with an unusual crimson hue on his face. Blinding blood erupted from his mouth and sprayed into the air.
"What terrifying murderous intent." Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, Fang Chen glanced at the black stone tablet before him, a fleeting look of dread flashing in his eyes.
He knew that previously, when he saw the character "Kill" on the stone tablet, his mind had been unknowingly drawn in, leading to the almost hallucinatory scenes that followed. Moreover, he could vaguely sense that within the character "Kill," alongside the overwhelming killing intent, there were several other extremely familiar powers.
Temporal Power, Power of the Heart, and the purest form of The Power of Strength!
These powers that Fang Chen had encountered earlier were surprisingly fused into this small character "Kill." A simple character contained such a terrifying essence!
"Hmm?" Suddenly, Fang Chen raised an eyebrow and shifted his gaze from the pitch-black stone tablet to Chu Jingxiao on the other side.
Upon seeing him, a smirk appeared at the corner of Fang Chen's mouth, a hint of unmasked mockery blossoming on his handsome face.
Like Fang Chen, when the Jet Black Stele appeared, Chu Jingxiao also directed his gaze toward it. Subsequently, his mind was also drawn in; his experience mirrored Fang Chen's. However, compared to Fang Chen, facing the overwhelming killing intent and the fusion of several powers, Chu Jingxiao was in a worse state. Not to mention that he couldn't hold on as long as Fang Chen did; judging by his current listless appearance, it was evident that he had suffered far more damage than Fang Chen, who had merely coughed up blood.
Taking shortcuts only leads to self-destruction.
Fang Chen said coldly, not hiding his voice.
He understood very well that as a genuine Heavenly Realm expert, Chu Jingxiao's poor condition was largely due to not truly comprehending those two powers during the previous two tests but relying solely on his overwhelming strength to break through.
Without grasping the Power of the Heart and facing this formidable force formed by multiple powers combined, he naturally fell short compared to Fang Chen.
"The power contained within this stele is similar to that of the World-Subduing Killing Fist's Third Punch. You can use this to gain insight; whenever you feel confident enough, the final punch will descend. As long as one of you succeeds, the other may be sacrificed," the White-Clad Middle-Aged Man said.
"The Third Punch of the World-Subduing Killing Fist is a punch formed by the fusion of various powers," Fang Chen's eyes sparkled. Initially, he had little concept of how strong this Third Punch was. However, with the middle-aged man's words and the stone tablet before him, he felt a sense of certainty.
It’s not fearsome if it’s strong; what’s frightening is its unfathomable depth and near-limitless strength. The appearance of this stone tablet undoubtedly provided a rough framework for understanding the mysterious power of the Third Punch.
As long as he could easily withstand the power within the character "Kill" on the tablet, he would likely be able to successfully receive the Third Punch of the World-Subduing Killing Fist.
Having gone through previous experiences, Fang Chen no longer looked at the blood-red character "Kill" on the tablet; instead, he focused on a corner of it. Even so, a Brilliant Smile still blossomed on his handsome face.
At this moment, he clearly saw hope!
"Now, before Heritage completely ends, is it already impossible to withdraw?" Fang Chen suddenly seemed to think of something. He raised his head and looked at the White-Clad Middle-Aged Man standing in mid-air, asking in a deep voice.
"Unless one of you has taken on these three punches and passed the Heritage test, from this moment on, you will have to remain in this space until Fallen," the White-Clad Middle-Aged Man's indifferent voice echoed all around, carrying a sense of coldness.
However, at the very moment those cold words rang out, a Brilliant Smile appeared on Fang Chen's handsome face.
"Just wait to die!" Although no sound was made, the meaning conveyed by his lips nearly drove Chu Jingxiao, who had been watching Fang Chen, to the brink of exploding with rage.
"Arrogant!" he shouted angrily, his eyes fixed on Fang Chen, exuding an aura of Frenzy. If it weren't for the fact that they couldn't fight here, he would have already lashed out in anger.
How dare a guy who could only temporarily boost his strength with some unknown trick provoke him like this!
This was intolerable!
Chu Jingxiao's face turned red with anger, clearly reaching a boiling point. However, in the next instant, the unusual redness caused by his intense fury receded like a tide, replaced entirely by an ugly pallor.
"Before Heritage ends, we can't leave," he murmured to himself, repeating the words of the White-Clad Middle-Aged Man, his expression growing increasingly grim.
This statement meant that one of them—either he or Fang Chen—had to become Fallen. Moreover, if neither of them could pass this Heritage test in time, both faced the possibility of becoming Fallen.
As for what happened to Fang Chen, he didn't care. But Chu Jingxiao knew very well that he would not be able to pass this Heritage test in a short time. After all, just seeing the character "kill" on the stone tablet had inflicted significant harm on him. If he truly faced that mysterious Third Punch, Chu Jingxiao had a premonition that he would undoubtedly die. Even though he was a strong practitioner of the Heavenly Realm and possessed a treasure at the level of a Daoist Master Realm, there would be no luck for him!
Of course, this crisis of becoming Fallen would only arise if he actively took on the challenge of the Third Punch. As long as he did not face that challenge, there would be no risk of becoming Fallen. However, even if he wouldn't be trapped here for real, it meant that during this trip to the Colorful Sacred Realm, he would gain nothing.
Having paid a huge price for the Crimson Bright Sect, managing to sneak in under false pretenses, his lack of gains would represent a significant loss for the entire sect. And under such circumstances, even as an elder and a strong practitioner of the Heavenly Realm, Chu Jingxiao would face severe punishment.
This was what he truly found hard to accept. As for Fang Chen's provocation, it was naturally ignored by Chu Jingxiao.
Without having seen Fang Chen's performance during the previous two trials, it was only natural for him to attribute Fang Chen's success to brute force and cunning, just like his own. Furthermore, given that Fang Chen's power was clearly not his own and could only temporarily manifest strength at the Heavenly Realm level, he felt even less threatened.
After all, such power is difficult to maintain over time; it would dissipate before long. Moreover, in this place, unless one reached the Daoist Master Realm, strength was essentially useless. The Third Punch trial was specifically designed to test the challenger's own capabilities. More importantly, as a martial artist's cultivation level increases, their innate talent and martial wisdom also improve. Within the same timeframe, a Heavenly Realm expert would grasp concepts much more easily than a practitioner at the Alchemy Realm.
Even he felt there was no hope of comprehending the power within the stele in such a short time, let alone someone like Fang Chen. Thus, while he was angry, Chu Jingxiao's ire was solely directed at Fang Chen's provocation; as for whether Fang Chen could truly pass this trial, he already had an answer in his heart.
"Hmm?" At that moment, he raised an eyebrow, a hint of mockery flashing across his face.
In his line of sight, Fang Chen had somehow sat down beside the Jet Black Stele. His eyes were tightly closed; he did not look at the blood-red character "kill" inscribed on the stele but instead pressed his hands against it as if he were trying to comprehend something.
"Just putting on an act," Chu Jingxiao sneered, feeling even more disdainful.
However, at that instant, his pupils suddenly constricted sharply, and the cold smile on his face froze abruptly.
In his view, with eyes closed and hands pressed against the stele, a flicker of Blood Light appeared above Fang Chen's head. Within that Blood Light, a large blood-red character emerged.
It was the character "kill"!
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