Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 1669: Chapter 1664: Deep Breath

Sure enough, it’s more reliable to do it yourself!

The image of the Ice Frost Mirror Dragon, of course, originated from Fu Qian’s creativity.

The Brilliant Tyrant’s failure means there’s no way for an instant transformation, but for a flesh and blood expert, it’s merely a bit more troublesome.

No ready-made form? Just create one by yourself, especially with the bonus effect of the Pontiff’s Burning Frost Effect.

Ultimately, it didn’t take too much effort for this long-imagined form to make its shocking debut.

"Very good."

Although for Brother Sanxun, the level of shock seemed insufficient.

"But you should know that such a shallow destruction won’t affect the truth itself?"

Using the technique of first praising then criticizing, he sounded a note of admiration before quickly pointing out the shortcomings, not even attempting to dodge in mid-air.

"Naturally."

Although holding a tranquilizer in his mouth, Fu Qian expressed his agreement unaffectedly.

Sanxun’s words were indeed true; regardless of the destruction, the place remained very stable.

As the body expanded, it seemed to trigger criteria for significant change, and one claw even had a relatively small wound tearing open.

And this was undoubtedly the scenario that both he and Brother Sha Ming wanted to see, the cage stained crimson with blood.

"This wasn’t really the point, just that this form is more convenient to operate."

Before anyone else could express their thoughts, Fu Qian casually explained as his coiled body slowly opened.

Amidst numerous gazes, he took a deep breath and emitted a powerful roar.

...

Majestic, profound, sweeping across the entire area.

Yet the real deafening sound was solely aimed at one person—Brother Sha Ming.

Gospel Blast.

Though not the sole purpose of the transformation, this form clearly suited the release of this enlightening sound.

Under this spiritual special attack, Brother Sha Ming, who had controlled the entire process, finally showed a change of color.

"Interesting technique... it seems only the word ’filthy’ can describe it..."

His voice and body floated together, even using his hand to stabilize himself against the adjacent, while making a comment.

"You’ve hidden well... Fortunately, I hid even better; otherwise, it would have been quite troublesome... Hehehe..."

"Overrated."

Knowing that the other had subtly discovered he was more than a demigod, Fu Qian humbly accepted without any concern.

He knew Sha Ming wasn’t pretending, for a simple reason—his own head was buzzing at the moment.

Though he chose a single target, under the presence of "Bonds," the mental impact inevitably reflected upon everyone.

Even from the effects, further proving previous sensations—the reflection from Bonds shows the result, not the attack itself.

Even with the amplified damage in this place, as long as he and Brother Sha Ming, being in the Second Phase, endure the Gospel Blast, it was of no concern.

But now Elder Huang Leji and his group, just clutching their heads and swaying on the side, already indicates the problem.

If the transmission was not the result of Sha Ming’s resistance but a direct impact, given their resistance, lying on the ground chewing dirt would be considered good.

"But that’s all it comes down to."

Sha Ming gazed in the same direction as Fu Qian.

"Perhaps it can cause a bit of spiritual shock, but it will never affect my connection with this place, nor assist you in finding a gap to escape."

"Whether you believe it or not, I can even responsibly tell you, even if you directly target them, the final result would be merely spiritual self-harm between us two, without changing anything."

Sha Ming’s meaning was simple: even if you exploit these people to strike at weaknesses, shouting them into stupidity is essentially no different from his previous threats.

...

"Why not believe?"

His body shifted, the expression on Fu Qian’s face at this moment hard to decipher.

Not even sparing a glance at Old Master Huang and others, he looked at a deep pit formed by the previous devastation.

"Huang Zhixun is down there?"

"At this point, you actually care about that?"

This statement seemed even more shocking than before, Sha Ming asked somewhat incredulously.

"In some ways you could indeed think so... And there’s even good news, breaking free from this cage and shattering the barrier are concepts alike; as long as you achieve it, you can definitely find the Blood Lion."

And in an instant, Sha Ming wasted no time redirecting Fu Qian’s enthusiasm towards matters of escape.

"Understood, thank you."

This clearly sinister statement was warmly thanked by Fu Qian, while his massive head turned, fixing his gaze upon the only one unaffected but frozen silent—Miranda.

Hiss——

Without making any comment, Fu Qian took yet another deep breath.

In the midst of roars, the Gospel Blast swept across the venue again.

However, the target locked this time remained solely one, visible only to himself—Brother Sanxun.

Buzz——

This time’s sensation bore a remarkable resemblance to the previous roar, with feedback instantly impacting the mind.

Indeed, the Third Follower’s longstanding lethal methods were also a form of reflection, directed solely at him.

Perhaps due to the peculiar nature of the existing form, he seemingly hadn’t joined "Bonds."

Or maybe he fundamentally wasn’t "close"?

Of course, these were mere details, but one critical point from this was that the san points he lost earlier might also have been lost by him.

Yet for a traitorous turncoat, Brother Sanxun hadn’t shown any anomalies from this yet.

His self-proclaimed "Immortal" appeared genuine.

What he relied upon was evidently formidable.

Even this conclusion had a piece of evidence right in front—an all-out Gospel Blast stirred no ripple on him.

"I said it before, I differ fundamentally from those opportunists; now do you believe it?"

In response to Fu Qian’s action, Brother Sanxun seemed hardly surprised.

"Being non-physical doesn’t mean fearing spiritual-level impacts."

"I can even tell you, truly sweeping me away is simple... Defile this Holy Land, tear apart this cage."

And next, he also emulated Sha Ming, providing Fu Qian with additional motivation.

"If you don’t believe, you can try—"

"I believe."

Yet his final words were suddenly interrupted by Fu Qian.

For what seemed the first time hearing the dragon’s laughter, Sha Ming watched a bit bewildered as the cold body took another deep third breath.