Eldritch Horror Theatre

Things were getting more and more interesting!

Was there truly a hidden motive behind this clash of the real and fake Rebirth Clubs?

Not surprising, I suppose. Fame invites trouble, after all.

Guessing at a possibility, Fu Qian scoffed.

But this Origin Council sure is bold, daring to meddle in the affairs of my Rebirth Club.

If they don’t have a reasonable explanation, they can’t blame Lu Mou for being ruthless—wait a minute...

Being a reasonable man, Fu Qian suddenly realized something a moment later.

It seems I was the one who meddled in their plans first? And quite a few times, at that.

So this is equivalent retaliation? That makes it justifiable!

Dodging the two whipping arms once again, Fu Qian felt his anger subside slightly.I should still allow others the right to retaliate.

Of course, the death penalty might be spared, but a capital offense is unforgivable.

I’ll generously commute their sentence from being blasted to dregs down to being ground into fine dust!

With the sentence decided, muscle and sinew began to twine around Fu Qian’s right hand as bone armor condensed.

In the blink of an eye, it swelled into a heavy hammer the size of two heads.

”As expected of the pure white beast from Weizhuang!”

Uttering this bizarre line, Fu Qian finally stopped dodging, his killing intent blatant.

”A Gui!”

”Your whip techniques just now might have been exquisite, but next, Lu Mou will show you what true Celestial Dragon martial arts look like.”

A Gui—was that a name? Did these two actually know each other?

And where was Weizhuang?

Faced with the dizzying array of developments, the onlookers were struggling to process it all.

The specific names Fu Qian threw out were especially thought-provoking, sparking endless speculation.

The task force’s eyes turned in unison toward the operation’s commander.

They had assumed this would just be a brief encounter followed by an effortless daytime pursuit. Instead, these two were now locked in a brutal, head-on confrontation.

This put the task force in a very awkward position; theoretically, they needed to do something.

”Things are a bit strange. Let’s quietly observe the changes first.”

Standing at the center of their gazes, Old Man Ji’s level of awkwardness was naturally unmatched.

The situation was already looking terrible. Had he known it would turn out like this, he would have been better off staging the operation directly inside the manor.

But things had already reached this point, and there was no way they could let all this effort go to waste.

Old Man Ji quickly straightened his expression and found an excuse to just spectate.

As he spoke, he even cast a sidelong glance at Ji Liushuang beside him.

Her killing intent had been palpable earlier, but instead of the impulsiveness he had expected, she simply stood there now, serene and solemn.

Bang!

Just then, a drum-like boom rang out, drawing everyone’s attention.

In the center of the battlefield, Old Master Lu and A Gui had collided head-on.

The noise came from that pitch-black heavy hammer smashing into A Gui’s bulging abdomen.

The people present had a good eye for combat. Even without any exaggerated visual effects, they could tell the terrifying power behind that hammer strike was enough to collapse a building.

In fact, it did exactly that.

Sent flying like a cannonball by the blow, A Gui’s massive body shot backward along his original path and vanished into the red-roofed house he had been hiding in.

Amid a tremendous crash, a corner of the building instantly caved in.

However, Old Master Lu didn’t seem to relax his guard. Still wielding the heavy hammer in one hand and the Lantern in the other, he stared coldly at the brutal, dozen-meter trail of destruction.

”Not bad... Since I advanced to the Demigod Realm, you’re the first one to push me this far.”

Sure enough, a few seconds later, a muffled rumbling echoed from inside the building, sounding exactly like a giant ball rolling within it.

And indeed, there was.

The next moment, a giant ball of flesh over a story tall crashed out through the very hole it had made, its surface completely covered in overlapping folds.

Rumble!

Unable to bear the strain any longer, the house finally gave way and collapsed with a deafening roar.

Every obstacle in its path was crushed to dust.

Faced with such terrifying momentum, Old Master Lu clearly wasn’t foolish enough to take it head-on. With a quick Blink, he darted to the side.

Unable to change direction in time, the flesh ball slammed viciously into the ground, violently plowing a deep trench through the earth.

Fuck!

In that instant, Fu Qian thought he heard Old Man Ji angrily curse.

The next moment, the world changed colors.

The rising sun and all vibrant colors vanished in an instant, leaving only black, white, and gray to suffuse everything.

The Demigod Grade Ash Descent had appeared once again.

Without a doubt, the destructive actions of Fu Qian and his opponent had finally crossed Old Man Ji’s psychological bottom line.

And if memory served, under the shroud of Ash Descent, there were special rules regarding destruction and restoration.

Old Man Ji had used his ability without hesitation, likely to keep the actual collateral damage within a manageable limit—one he could still justify to the Night Watchers.

It was exactly what one would expect from a top aristocratic family’s foundational power. Experiencing a Demigod Grade Ash Descent from the inside for the first time, Fu Qian quickly sensed its terrifying nature.

It wasn’t a simple barrier, nor was it an illusion; it felt more akin to a disruption of causality itself.

It was as if within the shrouded area, the very concept of ”existence” had branched off into a state somewhere between real and fake.

Everything here seemed to be composed of that Residue of Eternity and The Deep.

It really does have something to do with the Unseen Hill.

”I have to admit, that actually hurt a bit.”

Amid the sigh, the flesh ball at the end of the deep trench began to move again.

Accompanied by A Gui’s familiar voice, the overlapping folds on its surface squirmed and rapidly merged to form a face.

Funnily enough, because there wasn’t a single hair, Old Man Lu’s face didn’t look out of place at all when proportionately enlarged like this.

And right on the chin of this face, a deep crater the size of a water vat could be seen. The flesh inside was mangled and layered—clearly the result of Fu Qian’s punch.

Of course, at this very moment, the bloated, greasy skin was rapidly rolling back, quickly healing the wound.

”But it’s a pity. It’s still useless—”

The instant the last word was spoken, the ball of flesh charged forward again, bursting out at twice its original speed.

At such close range, Old Master Lu finally had no way to evade and was forced to face it head-on.

Without a doubt, another deep crater was smashed into the ball of flesh.

But at the same time, the heavy hammer was immediately wrapped in layers of surging skin, preventing him from pulling it out.

The next moment, blood splattered. From the folds of the ball of flesh, several pale, slender claws—like those of a floating corpse—thrust out and pierced deeply into his chest.

”How does it feel? You can hit me countless times, but I only need to hit you once.”

The slender claws tore into Old Master Lu’s body, seemingly trying to drag him into the ball of flesh.

Very quickly, however, A Gui’s voice turned somewhat hesitant.

His opponent’s body was actually expanding rapidly, and an indescribable aura of chaos clearly seeped over.

”Hmph, finally getting a bit interesting.”

The next moment, having activated Resplendent Tyrant, Fu Qian let out a declaration practically overflowing with chuuni energy.

”What a pity. I, Lu Mou, am the will of Heaven.”