Chapter 2832: Chapter 2827: White Tower’s Dream Deferred

Is this path of Sword Dao really so easy to traverse, reaching High Tier so effortlessly?

The reason for the Demigod Body’s injuries is simple; that was also a Demigod-level strike just now.

Executed by a tongue that seems utterly devoid of Divinity.

Along with that arc imbued with the mysteries of Sword Dao, my actions just now were almost akin to catching a flying sword barehanded, exchanging a move with a master of Sword Control Technique.

If not for this cultivation path focused on destruction, I might not have ended up with my fingers in such a condition.

So it’s still that question, how was it accomplished—clang!

Again, a soft sound; Fu Qian flicked away another Blood Thorn coming at a tricky angle with almost the same action, but just used a different finger.

Hmm, as a long-time leader emphasizing inter-departmental cooperation, how could I not know the difficulty of dealing with a Sword Cultivator?

This second strike was even more unexpected, and the force was not weak either.

Fu Qian merely scoffed coldly in his heart, considering it simple operations.

Moreover, one cannot help but remark, this deja vu is growing stronger, truly like someone is dueling with me across space.

So, does the Snake Demon also follow the path of Sword Dao?

And if someone attaches this limb and then goes to the Academy, which faculty should accept it?

Not only are the questions becoming abstract, but at that moment, Fu Qian’s posture is also transcendent.

Treating the terrifying attacks as if they were nothing, he continued to step forward, heading deeper.

He had already greeted earlier, and the other side did not voice any opposition at all.

Even these fervent actions might just be an alternative welcoming ceremony—could there be a handshake stage too?

Things often happen unexpectedly, just as Fu Qian took the third step and, at the same time, flicked away the Tongue Sword for the third time, new changes appeared before him.

It turned out that the initial musician’s hand had slowly crawled in front.

Though it was just a step, the hand continued making motions, the five fingers spread open, remotely echoing this side, as if inviting a handshake.

Unfortunately, before Fu Qian could reach a position to comply, the five fingers had already closed again.

Silently, halos unfurled ring by ring at the fingertips, swiftly enveloping over.

...

Are there also fireworks?

Though there was no sound, the immaterial yet definite expanding rings easily triggered human imagination.

Accompanied by that blue fire-like brilliance, it was as if one saw the rapidly spreading sound of conversion.

And right in the center of it, Fu Qian was undoubtedly the target of conversion.

So much so that the hand he extended to feign a handshake momentarily shed shimmering light.

The same blue as the rings, only born from flesh and blood.

The lethality of this thing is not much inferior to that of a flying sword.

Was it at least another Demigod-level strike—still a combined attack?

With a sigh in his heart, it didn’t prevent Fu Qian from swiping his other hand toward the upper diagonal.

The flying sword was still there.

Even, befitting the ultimate in the path of slaughter, taking advantage of the conversion halo’s activation, a masterful collaboration was made, making it hard to manage both.

Boom!

Unfortunately, the fireworks on the Tongue Sword failed to impress the intruder in the end.

At that moment, what faced them was a 360-degree Gospel Blast without dead angles.

Conversion?

Absolutely a petty display, taste my great Gospel of the Extraordinary Mother!

...

Sure enough, after the clamor comes silence.

In the old Rebirth Club laboratory, the surprises truly kept coming.

Not only the bizarre Snake Tongue Flying Sword, even the seemingly frail musician’s hand that appeared at the start, unleashed a Divine-Level attack.

Such changes have undoubtedly turned this place instantly into a den of dragons and tigers.

Master’s behavior seemingly also gained an additional reason—

In such a perilous place, it’s no good coming alone, and whatever the Academy visitor Professor Fu’s purpose was, there’s no shortage of cannon fodder.

Especially since the person himself first concealed his identity, he merely used the situation to his advantage, even providing a safety warning in advance.

Altogether it remains very thorough upon immersion, and besides, Professor Fu, ranked high with manifold methods, might bring surprises...

So, such expectations cannot be let down.

At that moment, without needing to elevate his ranking, Fu Qian directly chose a counter-strike move to return.

The results proved significant, not only did the fireworks instantly fall silent, even the artistic-looking hand seemed to have a mental breakdown, crazily crawling around on the ground.

Including the seemingly more robust Tongue Sword, which performed even more poorly.

Under the sweep of the Gospel Blast, it didn’t even grunt, directly dispersing into a hazy blood light.

And then within less than two seconds, it completely vanished, leaving no trace.

Hmm, did you think the Spiritual Acumen Finger was a joke?

Fu Qian certainly didn’t think the flying sword was all bark and no bite, truly less resilient than that hand.

Its seeming fragility was inseparable from the previous several Finger Snap Divine Powers.

If not for deliberately controlling his strength, that thing shouldn’t have lasted this long—oh?

The fact proves even the musician’s hand didn’t hold out.

After crazily crawling in circles on the ground for a dozen rounds, at some moment, it seemed to reach an enlightenment, starting a bizarre tremor.

Then it disbanded inch by inch, likewise leaving no shred behind.

...

Were they somewhat fragile?

Defeating both with a single strike, faced with this splendid result, Fu Qian only felt abnormal.

To be sure, when not attacking, both things seemed very fragile.

But he had deliberately chosen to act when they initiated attacks, hoping to maximize their resistance capabilities.

Yet, they were still so fragile?

Even their defeat was so consistent, leaving not a speck of ash.

Why?

The usual scene of a Gospel Blast would turn beings into a heap of twisted flesh, directly shattering the void, what was going on?

Unless... they were truly emptiness in form.

Flexing his already healed fingers, Fu Qian was even more certain about his situation.

Back then, the Dream Realm that guaranteed Bai Jinting’s undying was surprisingly somewhat residual?

Indeed, since stepping into this area from that sharply defined cold entrance, the sense of unreality was palpable.

And entering inside, the continuous violations of logic reinforced this sense repeatedly.

As for why, as once the Master of the Dream Realm, he needed to consider from a logical standpoint, confirming if this was indeed a Dream?

Simple, ever since gaining Divine-Level Insight, whether or not it’s a Dream had become quite perceptible for Fu Qian.

Specifically, even though his will would be drawn in, he could still feel his physical state.

Yet, until now, he hadn’t experienced the kind of separation of spirit and flesh.

It was as though the boundary between Dream and reality blurred.

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