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Chapter 1975: Despair and scream in misery, Tyrannical Song

The fat ball’s cry was one of panic and pain.

It was clear that it absolutely did not enjoy the ❮Saber-Nurturing Technique❯.

The ❮Saber-Nurturing Technique❯ was like a powerful poison to the fat ball, and it was not faking its reaction to the technique.

When the power of the ❮Saber-Nurturing Technique❯ entered the clone’s body, something deep within its body was stimulated and began to enter a state of excitement.

And because of that, the fat ball’s clone was beginning to lose control of that something.

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Thus, it started to panic.

“Continue to use the ❮Saber-Nurturing Technique❯! Don’t stop!” The bulk of Pavilion Master Chu’s long hair returned to the Inner World, and only a strand was left to pay attention to the situation in the outside world.

Through this strand of hair, she immediately sensed that there was a massive reaction when the ❮Saber-Nurturing Technique❯ was used. There seemed to be something sealed deep within the fat ball’s body that was being “tempted” by the ❮Saber-Nurturing Technique❯ to come out.

As such, they should naturally take advantage of this weakness and continue what they were doing.

Hearing Pavilion Master Chu’s reminder, Song Shuhang did not hesitate to use the ❮Saber-Nurturing Technique❯ thirty times in a row.

The brilliance of the ❮Saber-Nurturing Technique❯ shone on the fat ball’s clone.

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At this time, the dust from the explosion finally subsided.

Sixteen, Senior White’s clone, and Sister White Dragon saw an indescribable scene before them.

Song Shuhang was holding a mercury-like object in his hands, both of his hands shining.

His right hand was emitting holy light, while the left one emitted the brilliance of the ❮Saber-Nurturing Technique❯.

Song Shuhang’s hands kept on letting out a dazzling light as they moved around.

Between his hands, the mercury-like object screamed unceasingly.

Behind him, 66 Holy Apes plus nearly 500 transparent Holy Apes, all with Scholarly Scriptures in their hands, sang together.

The scene was especially dazzling.

Sister White Dragon said, “That thing should be the one Shuhang calls ‘fat ball’, the metallic human who fought against the Sage.”

Despite having been struck by Song Shuhang’s terrifying Pay-To-Win Strike, the fat ball had not died.

“Aahhh~” The fat ball’s screams were heart-wrenching.

At this time, it did not even have the power to escape.

The ❮Saber-Nurturing Technique❯ caused it to become increasingly debilitated while bringing it heaps of pain.

Song Shuhang roared, “One hundred consecutive instances!”

His left hand moved again and again at supersonic speed. Countless afterimages were left by his left hand as it slid over the metallic object again and again. This was the first time that Song Shuhang had used the ❮Saber-Nurturing Technique❯ so many times consecutively.

Practice makes perfect.

Faintly, Song Shuhang felt that his understanding of the ❮Saber-Nurturing Technique❯ was improving and rising to a higher level.

The ❮Saber-Nurturing Technique❯ was a way to express one’s love for the “saber.”

However, Shuhang did not love the fat ball.

Perhaps it was precisely because of this lack of love that the ❮Saber-Nurturing Technique❯ caused great pain to the fat ball.

Anyhow, as long as it worked, that was good enough for him.

“Tyrannical— Song—” The fat ball’s clone let out a curse-like cry.

At this moment, the hate it felt for Song Shuhang had already exceeded the hate it felt for White.

After letting out that miserable cry, the body of the fat ball’s clone split apart.

From within its body, a pure white crystal jumped out.

“Buzz~”

The remaining instances of Song Shuhang’s ❮Saber-Nurturing Technique❯ fell on this white crystal thing.

When it did, the white, crystalline object became even more excited.

The bone of eternity?! Song Shuhang immediately recognized the treasure in his hand.

Yep, this should be it.

And it seems to be the real thing.

Without hesitation, Song Shuhang transferred the bone of eternity to his Inner World.

“Get away!” Song Shuhang yelled at Sixteen, Senior White, and Sister White Dragon.

His palm sent out one last ❮Saber-Nurturing Technique❯ at the fat ball’s clone before he pulled back.

A Netherworld Ruler without the bone of eternity would be destroyed by the laws of the main world.

And that resulted in it being greeted by none other than the Heavenly Punishment!

“Boom~”

In the sky of the scholarly faction, a dark tribulation cloud appeared.

It was similar to a heavenly tribulation cloud, but a lot more ruthless and cold.

While a heavenly tribulation was also ruthless, it would always leave a glimmer of hope for the cultivator. Since the beginning of time, while there were those who failed and fell to the heavenly tribulation, there were also cultivators who managed to transcend it and make it through.

But in front of the Heavenly Punishment, there was only death.

Moreover, this Heavenly Punishment was targeting a ruler of the Netherworld, so it was the strongest version of the Heavenly Punishment.

The lightning of the Heavenly Punishment struck down with a loud bang. It caused the world to rumble as it locked onto the fat ball’s clone.

“F*ck you!” the fat ball roared toward the sky.

In the next moment, its body was swallowed by the lightning of the Heavenly Punishment.

Its powerful regeneration and countless means of escape were useless under the lightning of the Heavenly Punishment.

The fat ball’s clone’s mercury-like body evaporated, destroyed by the lightning sent down by the Heavenly Punishment.

With the appearance of the Heavenly Punishment, the biggest crisis that Song Shuhang had ever faced was finally resolved!

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In the Netherworld Realm, inside the new lair of the fat ball.

On its throne, a flat plate of liquid metal slowly recovered to its original shape.

The mercury-like blob kept shaking and vibrating, and it finally recovered to a perfectly spherical shape.

The body of the fat ball had also been affected when its clone was struck by repeated instances of the ❮Saber-Nurturing Technique❯.

Only after its clone was destroyed by the Heavenly Punishment was its main body able to recover.

On the throne, the fat ball’s spherical body kept silent for a long time.

In front of it, various scenes were still being broadcast.

Back at the entrance of the world of the black lotus, Netherworld’s White had yet to make a move.

On the screen of the scholarly faction in the main world, the disciples of the scholarly faction appeared to be cheering.

“[Sneer] Why are you cheering? You’re about to die.” The fat ball stared at Tyrannical Song on the screen.

Tyrannical Song’s hands were pressed on its clone, casting holy light and a strange magical technique at the same time.

In addition, Tyrannical Song had been possessed by its clone until a while ago.

As a result, his body was completely covered with the fat ball’s aura.

The video continued, and its clone died under the power of the Heavenly Punishment.

Now, it was Tyrannical Song’s turn.

Several pairs of eyes appeared on the fat ball’s body, shifting and staring at the screen where Song Shuhang was being displayed.

It was going to watch intently how Tyrannical Song was blown to smithereens under the might of the Heavenly Punishment!

Despair and scream in misery, Tyrannical Song.

Then, die.

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Back at the scholarly faction.

In the sky, the Heavenly Punishment’s tribulation cloud did not disperse after blasting the fat ball’s clone apart.

The tribulation cloud condensed again.

Song Shuhang’s heart skipped a beat.

He raised his head stiffly and looked at the sky.

Shit, it’s locked onto me!

The Heavenly Punishment’s tribulation cloud had locked onto him.

“F*ck you!” Song Shuhang yelled at the sky.

While yelling, he quickly threw the black-skinned Soft Feather, the black Scarlet Heaven Sword, and Fairy Creation away.

Song Shuhang exclaimed, “Senior White!!”

“I can no longer…” Senior White’s clone began to dissipate.

His body gradually became transparent and turned into countless dots of light before scattering with the wind…