Cultivators Are So Weak in This World

Zhang Rongfang felt a slight stir in his heart upon hearing this.

"Having held the title of the world's strongest for so long, no one has ever touched your level. This time, I want to try."

"I am not like them." Long shook his head slightly. "Different from everyone else, whether it's the Three Kings or La."

"How are you different?" Zhang Rongfang retorted.

The sunlight relentlessly scorched the two of them, forming a faint membrane on their skin.

Long gently removed his coat, revealing a close-fitting black and gold-spotted outfit underneath.

"Since you know about the Spirit Eye Race, you should also understand that their ultimate development path was a fusion of technology and Martial Arts."

"That's indeed the case, but the upper limit of Martial Arts is too low and cannot truly compete with many other systems." Although Zhang Rongfang originated from Martial Arts, he was clear about the limits of this system.

"Low upper limit?" Long chuckled softly, his laughter growing from small to loud, echoing ever so intensely.

By this time, the radiation from the sunlight had already raised the temperature to several thousand degrees around them.

Yet neither of them showed any reaction.

Zhang Rongfang, having absorbed the sample of Ladi Lan, had a resistance to heat reaching a terrifying level of nine hundred thousand degrees.

The more samples he devoured, the higher and stronger his own capabilities' upper limit would become.

This was the terror of the ultimate entity. Aside from the weakness in the soul aspect, physically, it was almost invincible.

It was then that Long's laughter finally ceased.

He raised a finger and pointed at Zhang Rongfang.

"Actually, it's not that the upper limit of Martial Arts in the interaction zone is low; rather, the subsequent realm threshold requirements for advancement are extremely stringent."

"So have you advanced?" Zhang Rongfang questioned back.

"What do you think?"

With a sly smile, Long's figure unexpectedly started to fade, disappearing from sight.

In the blink of an eye, light and shadow flashed.

Clang!!

Zhang Rongfang raised his hand to block the sharp claw coming from behind.

But what he didn't expect at all was that the claw shattered instantly, exploding into countless tiny fragments.

All these fragments were linked by countless tiny pieces of flesh, which in a single instant executed an extremely refined miniature sword array.

Sizzle!

Without a loud noise, when the sword array fell upon the blood shell covering Zhang Rongfang, it seemed like ordinary fragments piercing through.

To an ordinary person, this appeared as a simple sneak attack, followed by the explosion of the claw, with fragments injuring Zhang Rongfang.

But at his current level, his body's defense was so robust that to even touch his true form, one had to first break through the layers of blood that covered him.

Yet these fragments managed to do it.

Zhang Rongfang let out a sharp screech, utilizing the trembling effect that shook spiritual consciousness.

The Immortal Technique of Spirit Gathering was instantly unleashed.

Yet all these soul-touching offensives turned into invisible ripples, and when they came into contact with Long, it was as if nothing had touched him, passing directly over.

"All things bend to will, lofty heights sway with ease."

Long's sharp voice rang out as he reappeared like a phantom beside Zhang Rongfang, striking again with an open palm.

Even before approaching, his palm automatically split into dozens of sharp blades.

All these blades continued to divide, and in a fraction of a millisecond, countless black threads spread across the sky, swallowing Zhang Rongfang.

Every single fine line ceaselessly subdivided into new, tiny threads, invisible to the naked eye.

All the threads, hundreds of thousands, millions, tens of millions,

were executing the same sword technique.

Executing a sword technique from innumerable angles simultaneously.

More precisely, it was a stabbing technique.

In that instant, Zhang Rongfang's blood barrier, fortified skin, terrifyingly strong muscle fibers, and his white-gray bones.

All were silently shattered under the indescribable threads, transformed into river-like red powder, dispersing with the wind.

"Even the wind is gathered by my Martial Arts." Long remained hovering in place, wearing a continuous smile.

Watching as Zhang Rongfang's entire body began to disintegrate into ashes, Long continued speaking words he hadn't yet finished.

"After merging with the Spirit Eye Race and the local system, we successively deduced and created unprecedented higher three realms."

"And that move just now was an ordinary sword strike driven by a realm higher than the Grandmaster limit."

Zhang Rongfang's entire body had been thoroughly destroyed, reduced to molecular-level dust particles.

But in the distance, a spark of blood light suddenly appeared, quickly multiplying, expanding, and growing larger.

In less than a second, a brand new Zhang Rongfang was fully formed.

Just like before, he still wore a blood-red robe, with wings on his back, and other than slightly lesser body strength, he was otherwise identical to before.

The genetic makeup of blood, though small for cellular viruses, was ultimately a combination of various molecules, ultimately defenseless under such a terrifying Martial Arts technique just witnessed.

In an instant, it was completely annihilated.

"Such a realm...is this truly Martial Arts?!" Zhang Rongfang, before taking action, believed he might not win, but he wasn't certain about losing.

After all, his ultimate entity bloodline inherently possessed infinite possibilities, combined with the strength of the Vampire Primogenitor bloodline, had reached heights unimaginable by these native beings.

But at this moment, he knew he had underestimated this place, underestimated the Spirit Eye Race.

"After the Grandmaster limit, is the Realm of Entering the Microcosm. Beyond Entering the Microcosm, is the mythical Realm of Emptiness only found in legendary texts."

Long spread his arms, his fingers, and palms had long since regenerated, back to their original state.

"Realm of Emptiness is merely the pronouncement from the Spirit Eye Race language, but compared to this name, I personally prefer to call it… infinite transformation."

At the end of his words, his entire being suddenly exploded.

Without any luminous explosion, which Zhang Rongfang once could not comprehend, but at this moment, he witnessed firsthand.

That was disintegration.

"The martial arts I've comprehended and practiced is called the Heaven and Earth Annihilation Molecular Sword!"

As the words spread.

The countless powder exploded from Long in the blink of an eye formed hundreds of thousands, millions, tens of millions or even more black trajectory lines.

Some of this powder flew towards Zhang Rongfang, but the majority flew towards the hidden fragments of flesh scattered in various places.

"!!!"

Zhang Rongfang's face twisted, and layers of defensive barriers continually formed in front of him.

The blood lotus on his back exploded and dispersed throughout his body, rapidly enlarging and growing.

This time Long gave him the opportunity, gave him the time, but...

"Final Form!!"

Without the slightest hesitation.

Zhang Rongfang used all his power in a truly historical sense.

The Blood Race's progenitor bloodline, the ultimate biological prototype, and even some of the Nine Phoenixes' innate abilities, all combined at this moment to form a series of offensive defensive barriers, blasting towards the countless incoming black powder.

In the eyes of ordinary people, that was just powder.

But in Zhang Rongfang's eyes at this moment, they were one sword array after another, each displaying swordsmanship!!

Every black dot was a sword array, containing terrifying power that was sharp and shattered everything.

At this moment, no matter the destructive sonic waves, soul plundering, metallic skin, he couldn't care about anything else, everything erupted all at once.

Even the space ability obtained later, the freezing high-temperature ability, all erupted at this time.

In the blink of an eye, his body swelled to over two hundred meters, but before the massive blood giant could gather the giant axes on its numerous arms, it was blown by the incoming black powder.

"I've watched many of your battles, your essence relies on freedom of control and combination at the genetic level. By devouring the genes of other beings, you gain their advantages and incorporate them into yourself."

The countless black powder transformed into a black destructive wind, blowing through Zhang Rongfang's massive body, passing through from the back, re-consolidating into Long's body.

"But unfortunately... you simply don't understand what the ultimate in martial arts is." He still smiled.

No matter what kind of power the opponent had, no matter what kind of changes the other side had.

Under his Heaven and Earth Annihilation Sword Dao, everything was illusionary.

Not to mention...

Soon, a spore in the distance rapidly swelled, grew larger, and grew back into Zhang Rongfang's original body.

Even though his vitality was extremely strong, at this moment, he felt waves of emptiness continuously surging within him.

Never before had anyone been able to completely shatter his cells and gene chains from such a microscopic level.

Such damage, to recover, was countless times more difficult than before.

From the beginning of Long's appearance, he had given him an impression.

That it was perhaps a strong individual similar to a Western mythological monster.

But at this moment, in a real fight, reality dealt him a heavy blow.

"Ever-changing... truly lives up to its name...!"

Zhang Rongfang looked at Long, who was not surprised by his revival, under such terrifying martial arts, his proud bloodline abilities were simply not worth a mention.

Using sword arrays at the molecular level to find your flaws, then shattering the genes, completely dissolving everything.

Such martial arts, simply indescribable....

"Do you still want to try?" Long smiled, watching Zhang Rongfang.

"Of course." Zhang Rongfang took a deep breath.

Since the ultimate biological prototype couldn't fight the opponent, perhaps only by finding a weakness from the soul aspect...

And such ability, he truly had one that was most suitable at this time.

Silently, without a sound, he once again entered the Final Form. His body rapidly swelled and enlarged.

But this time was different from before.

After becoming a giant, his head began to split open, three fleshy vines grew out from it.

The vines each bore new red flowers.

In the stamens grew three new human heads.

A total of nine heads now floated completely above Zhang Rongfang's head.

Each one looked exactly like his face.

Only the expressions of these heads varied.

"I have one more move. If you can completely withstand it, I will humbly submit to Chana Tower from now on, not daring to offend." Zhang Rongfang said deeply.

"Three Flowers Gathering at the Crown... So this is how it gathers?" Long grew more interested.

In his long life, Zhang Rongfang was a very rare exception.

An exception that could always provide him with various pleasures.

"It's alright, you can give it a try." He expressed extreme generosity.

"Thank you, senior." Zhang Rongfang was undoubtedly a very realistic person.

If he could win, he called them by name; if he couldn't, he instantly turned them into a senior.

But Long didn't mind these things.

"Then... watch out!" As the last word fell, Zhang Rongfang's nine heads simultaneously opened their mouths wide.

These mouths had no teeth, only a black void like a black hole.

Buzz!!!

Countless eerie sound waves vibrated, silently howling out from the nine mouths.

This is Nine Heads!

The core of the Nine Phoenixes' innate ability.

Capable of instantly amplifying any sound-based power ninefold!!

And the ability Zhang Rongfang chose to amplify was... Soul-Capturing Cry!

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