Chapter 1067: Chapter 1067

The ’Vice President’ was far too arrogant.

Listening to the sound of cracks spreading, He Ao calmly gazed at the ’Vice President’ below.

The burst of power the other party had just unleashed was about over 6000, close to 7000, compared to the physical quality of a regular B-level Transcendent with over 2000, it equated to a slaughter-level difference.

Even for He Ao, this clone’s physical quality was 590, and with the enhancement from Super Memory, it was only 4000 points, he could only reach over 7000 in physical quality through the amplification of a Fist Technique in an extremely short time.

Logically, as long as the other party was a bit more cautious, a bit more professional, they wouldn’t be easily blown away by him.

But this ’Second Vice President’ was too arrogant; their movements were full of openings, to the point where He Ao felt uncomfortable not teaching him a lesson.

He must have gotten used to using overwhelming power to suppress others, accustomed to the feeling of steamrolling everything with absolute advantage, never refining his combat skills for this echelon of battle.

So when he truly faced an opponent of his own level, he was as clumsy as a child who had just started to learn combat.

Of course, most Transcendents from the Main World have this issue, especially the high-level Transcendents; they rarely encounter peers of the same caliber, let alone combat to the death with them.

Especially this ’Vice President,’ who didn’t have this level of strength originally and had to rely on some sort of ’Grace’ to forcefully boost it.

But even so, the ’Vice President’ was still far too arrogant, lacking the caution that a true warrior should have.

He Ao didn’t even use any Fist Technique, he simply activated Super Memory and, with a physical quality of 4000, found the weak point of his opponent’s strength and kicked him flying with one foot.

Perhaps this was also the reason for his rage; he sensed that He Ao, using far less power than his own, had produced an overwhelming effect.

Surging flames accompanied by flowing fuel enveloped the tall and slender young man; as he looked up at He Ao, his handsome face contorted with rage.

A yellow point of light lit up on his forehead, and immediately after, the light spread out in an upper and lower direction like growing branches, forming a vertical line.

This line bore deep into his flesh and, in an extremely short time, formed a vertical crack.

The young man raised his hands at this moment, looking up at the stars in the sky, and cried out hoarsely,

"Great City of Rong Guang, grant me your power!"

As he yelled, accompanied by the subtle sounds of flesh squirming, the crack spread open to both sides.

A yellow crystal tinged with red and blue luminescence squeezed out of his forehead.

A continuous, hazy light seeped out from this yellow crystal, quickly merging into his body, infusing his entire frame.

At this moment, he turned his gaze towards He Ao.

"Hao Yi, how dare you humiliate me , I will make you pay!!!"

His angry roar reverberated through the night sky; as the flames raged on, his originally well-proportioned and handsome body began to swell violently.

The closed building behind him, being too close, was directly broken by the expanding flesh, revealing the inside full of ’compartments’ enclosed with iron fences and floors stained with fresh red.

In almost an instant, the originally harmonious and handsome young man swelled into an enormous giant tens of meters tall.

The bright moonlight cast upon his bloody red body that shimmered with yellow light among the mountains, looking exceptionally ferocious and terrifying.

However, in this swelling, his head did not enlarge with the rest of the body; it still maintained that handsome appearance and the size of a normal human head.

But this head, obviously, was completely disproportionate to his huge body; from afar, it looked like a misshapen headless giant.

"Die, you bastard!!!"

He raised his immense palm high and struck down toward He Ao on top of the High Tower.

He Ao, watching the oncoming giant, lightly leaped backward, his figure retreating like a bird spreading its wings under the moonlight.

The palm slicing through the night struck the metal High Tower, shattering the entire structure.

But by this time, He Ao had landed atop a sealed building behind the High Tower.

"Don’t run away, you’re quite powerful, aren’t you?"

The small and handsome head turned around, looking at He Ao with a vicious smile, "Boy, don’t let me catch you."

While speaking, he raised his hands again, one to the left and one to the right, slapping towards He Ao.

Watching his oncoming hands, He Ao’s figure flickered, instantly appearing to the rear, then flipped onto another High Tower.

The thrown enormous hands struck the sealed building, effortlessly smashing the solid walls.

The giant turned his head and glanced at He Ao, now on the other side, angrily pushed down the building in front of him as if it were crumbling sand, toppled it in two or three moves.

The "human sacrifices" from various places have not yet been delivered, and the tall man was granted an earlier permission, so the buildings here are still empty.

He Ao gazed as the giant demolished the building in a few strokes, then leaped into another building behind him.

Almost at the next instant, the giant charged over, slamming its hand where He Ao had just been standing, shattering the entire building with half its body.

Then he raised his head, surprised, "How is it possible?! Did you anticipate my move?"

In such a high-level battle, some actions happen in the blink of an eye. Without this ability to predict, he would have died in the Copy World long ago.

The giant looked at He Ao’s calm expression and sneered, "What’s the use of being perceptive? Your power is far weaker than mine. I can fail countless times, but you can only fail once."

He took a step forward, crossing the flames flowing beneath his feet, and again aimed a slap towards He Ao.

By then, He Ao had already jumped back, landing on another building.

"Don’t let me catch you!"

The giant, whose face turned red from exertion as he caused yet another building to start collapsing, raised his head once again and charged towards He Ao.

He Ao watched the swiftly approaching giant, like a bird soaring and descending under the moonlight, constantly changing his position between different buildings.

And these buildings were continuously being demolished,

Ignitable materials from the collapsing buildings fell out, making the sea of fire below burn even more fiercely.

The buildings where He Ao stood, were like isolated islands in this sea of fire, while the giant kept deconstructing these ’islands,’ trying to force He Ao into the raging inferno.

And He Ao, while retreating the whole time, was also keeping an eye on the giant’s massive body.

At this moment, the giant’s strength must have exceeded ten thousand, a realm where even this clone of He Ao, despite using Fist Technique, could not withstand in a head-on fight.

Therefore, he had to create an opportunity, seize it, and finish the counter-kill in an extremely short amount of time.

The giant before him had energy convergence points, five in total, one on the forehead, right at the position of the yellow crystal.

The other four were at the junctions of the limbs and torso, these energy points connected in pairs, forming a massive net-like structure.

He Ao was observing and pondering at the same time.

His shape kept changing, one by one the buildings under his feet were destroyed by the giant.

Soon, he reached the last building.

Behind him was the towering enclosure wall and mountains, no more paths of retreat remained.

At this time, the formidable giant took a heavy breath and stepped towards him, "Now, will you still run, boy?"

He Ao calmly watched the giant in front of him, even though the yellow crystal continued to pour out its brilliance, infusing it into the giant’s body.

But the energy circuit within the giant was no longer as sparkling as it was at the beginning.

To maintain such a colossal body, a vast amount of energy is inherently required.

And this giant’s efficiency in utilizing energy was not high; he used a lot of brute force to destroy buildings, wasting too much power, causing the loss of his strength to far exceed recovery.

He Ao had noticed this problem when the giant destroyed the first building.

So, he was deliberately acting weak to entice the giant into demolishing more buildings.

And now, looking at the energy circuit, the giant before him had entered a ’fatigued’ state.

This was actually the simplest tactic, wait at leisure for the enemy to exhaust himself.

He Ao raised his hand, and the Shadowless Sword slowly appeared out of the darkness.

Then he leaped, heading straight towards the charging giant.

"Little mouse, no place to hide now, eh?"

The giant laughed heartily, raising his hand to hit He Ao.

But in that instant, He Ao’s figure shifted in mid-air, dodging the attack and landing directly on the giant’s left hip.

The giant raised its hand to block, but in the next second, its body stiffened, as the sharp Shadowless Sword pierced through its right hip from behind, then swiftly flew into He Ao’s hand.

He Ao threw the sword with a jerk of his hand, the blade, like an illusion, circumvented the giant’s palm in front of its left hip and pierced it.

And in the moment the giant stood stupefied, He Ao had already stepped on the giant’s outstretched hand and leaped backward, landing on the skyscraper behind him.

"Ah!!! You bastard!!!"

At this moment, the giant finally reacted to the pain, lifting one hand and swatting it towards He Ao.

And at the same time, twisted flesh gushed from the pierced wound, sealing it closed.

This time, facing the incoming palm, He Ao lightly hopped to dodge, and while evading the palm, charged towards the giant’s forehead.

The giant quickly turned his body, and his palm swatted down, shattering the last high-rise building where He Ao was about to land.

Accompanied by the thunderous sound of the building collapsing, He Ao raised his palm.

In that instant, the giant’s palm retreated, and a hazy radiance gathered in the center of his hand, protecting his skull.

Then, with a slight sound, a sword pierced through the giant’s left shoulder, and at that moment, He Ao, due to the giant’s just-previous sidestep, had landed on the giant’s right shoulder.

The Shadowless Sword quickly fell into his hand, and with a forceful thrust, he plunged the Shadowless Sword into the giant’s right shoulder.

Without hesitation, he leaped into the air, dodging the palm that the giant had manage to swing in retaliation.

"Run? Still planning to run now?"

The giant, observing the now unanchored He Ao in the air, lifted both hands, and a hazy glow befell his palms, immediately afterwards spawning two vertical walls of light that swiftly closed in on He Ao from both sides.

He Ao looked up, observing the already shattered four energy convergence points of the giant.

At this moment, the energy convergence point on the head was trying to rebuild those four energy points.

And within this fleeting moment, the two walls of light were already half a meter away from him.

As if in the next breath, the light walls would crush him as he descended freely from the sky.

He took a deep breath, relaxed his entire body, then pointed his toes downwards with force.

A faint whooshing cleaved through the night air, invisible sword blades flying beneath his feet.

The bright moon hung high behind him.

He stepped upon that broad blade, and with a leap, he dashed across the sky like a sword, instantly slipping through the crevice between the two walls of light.

His handsome head lifted, his face filled with disbelief as it watched this swiftly approaching figure.

But he had no time to dwell on disbelief anymore, as the invisible sword blade had already landed in the young man’s hand, which in a flash, had reached right in front of him.

The sword pierced through the sturdy skull, yellow crystals tinged with red and blue shimmer scattered into the air, falling into the young man’s hands.

Following a thunderous explosion, the wide giant toppled into the sea of fire.

His massive body rapidly crumbled, turning into scattered flesh, leaving behind nothing but a feeble human’s frame.

The sharp opening had penetrated his skull, and at this moment, his young, handsome cheeks were now covered with cracks, faintly revealing the aged skin beneath.

He slightly opened his mouth, from which blood spilled as he murmured, "Impossible..."

Not far from him, the young man holding the sword, like debris falling from the sky, gently descended, then lifted his hand, and the Shadowless Sword transformed into a shadow hovering behind him.

The young man walked to his front, then without any pause, strode past by him.

He watched the figure, wanting to say something, but seemed to have realized something terrifying, his pupils suddenly tightening.

On his cracked face, the fragmented ’skin’ began to drift downwards.

His body shook, his mouth agape with terror.

But as he trembled, the pieces of his facial skin fell faster and faster.

The surrounding fierce flames blazed, his eyes widened as he gazed at the falling skin, "No, no, they’re mine, all mine—"

At that moment, an illusory figure crouched before him, with a face devoid of any skin, looked down at the figure on the ground, lifted a hand and picked up a piece of skin from the ground, affixing it onto his own face.

Consequently, hand after hand emerged from the darkness, picking up the pieces of skin from the ground.

"Mine! They’re all mine!!!"

The man roared in anger, but received no response.

But these were clearly not enough. More and more figures emerged from the roaring flames, like evil spirits returning from hell, reaching out their hands towards the man’s body, towards every inch of his skin.

"No!! Don’t!! You don’t!!"

At this moment, the man finally became terrified, and he screamed, "I’ve given everything back to you, given back, don’t kill me, don’t kill me!! Ah—"

The fierce fire covering the ground spat out tongues of flame, violently contorting the man’s body, which began to split, expand, and distort.

Shadowless Sword fell beside a crystal scalpel, transferring some Divine Sense into the blade.

Then, the scalpel suddenly flew up, heading for the twisted body.

In the man’s blurred field of view, those illusions raised the scalpel in their hands, cutting towards his body.

Accompanied by a faint sound.

In the end, fear was frozen on his aged face.

The flowing flames touched this place, igniting the grease on the ground into a surging firelight.

The crystal scalpel passed through the flames and landed in He Ao’s hand.

He looked down at the scalpel, intending to casually put it away.

Suddenly, however, a howling wind sprang up around him.

The cold wind blew through the gaps of the valley, imagining a distant ancient song, the raging flames flickering in the wind, as if dancing an ancient ritual dance.

Shadows spilling under the stars fell from the Firmament, merging into the crystal scalpel in He Ao’s hand.

He Ao gazed at the scalpel.

This scalpel seemed to be merely an item specially forged using Transcendent technology, somewhat sturdy and sharp.

Now, it had an additional ability.

As long as one carries this scalpel, it would naturally nourish and restore the carrier’s soul, and it seemed to also cause damage to the soul of those it struck.

He Ao raised his head, looking at the night sky around him, and smiled slightly.

The wind under the silent night continued to blow, playing an ancient tune between the mountains, like a farewell, yet also like gratitude.

The surging flames undulated in this wind.

Feeling the replenishment of his soul, He Ao put away the scalpel and looked down at the yellow crystal in his hand.

In the ’Vice Chairman’s’ memory, this was the key to the City of Rong Guang.

He Ao tried to trace the patterns on the ground with the crystal in hand, following the Vice Chairman’s memory.

But what answered him was the empty night sky.

Did one need to be a person with the ’Rong Guang’ within?

As he pondered, He Ao raised his hand, and some ash spilled out of his pocket, then formed into a page emitting a faint glow.

Book of Bygone Days page.

It could summon the Evil Spirit Angel that He Ao had previously encountered in the Relic of the Bygone Days to fight for him.

Although with the power of a clone, it was impossible to pay the price to summon the Evil Spirit Angel alone.

But trying to summon some of the ’Qi’ of the Evil Spirit Angel was possible.

He Ao raised his hand, and accompanied by a burst of intense weakness, some yellow radiance fell into his palm.

This was the Qi of that Evil Spirit Angel Immaculate.

Fingers tainted with this Qi, he once again held the crystal.

At this moment, the yellow crystal burst into a powerful glow, and He Ao immediately raised his hand, tracing the patterns on the ground again.

It was an olive-shaped Array, and at the moment he completed the drawing.

A flickering glow lit up from that Array, followed by a round, pitch-black gate appearing in He Ao’s field of view.

Was this the ’path’ to the City of Rong Guang?

He Ao looked at this gate, and during his contemplation, he raised his hand, his Divine Sense spreading into this space.

A hazy street and buildings appeared in his perception.

After a brief pondering, He Ao held the yellow crystal, raised his hand to retract the page of the Book of Bygone Days, and with the Shadowless Sword in hand, stepped through the gate.