Having the ability to flip the table isn't the scariest thing; the scariest thing is having the determination to flip the table at any time!
The people in the burial ground have been around for so many years, and those who survived are all shrewd and calculating, so they naturally assumed that they had seen through Fang Xiu's thoughts.
They simply want to gain the right to speak and negotiate better terms.
They must have seen that we were asking for too much money, so they tried to intimidate us and force us to compromise. In the end, not only would we not have to pay compensation, but they might even dare to push their luck and ask for more money.
They simply didn't believe that Fang Xiu would actually dare to risk mutual destruction in a deadly battle.
After all, according to normal logic, Fang Xiu was the one who benefited from beginning to end, while two people died on the burial site side, so there was no irreconcilable hatred between them.
Since there isn't that much hatred, why would anyone want to fight to the death for no reason?
Besides, who comes to a burial site and doesn't want to leave?
If you want to go out, you naturally need to keep more people around to make money together.
Lu Ziming and others' ideas are very realistic and logical. They are reasonable and logical, and this is the thinking of a normal person.
Unfortunately, what they didn't know was that reality is often more surreal and illogical.
Fang Xiu never tested the waters; in any case, if they fought to the point of mutual destruction, he could be reborn amidst endless mysteries.
This is the confidence that the burial site provides.
Suddenly, Lu Ziming and the others made their move.
boom!
Several powerful spiritual fluctuations spread throughout the area, causing the air to become turbulent and crackling.
Lu Ziming stepped on the ground, his figure leaping into the air, wielding his sword with both hands, and slashing down into the air.
Whoosh!
The air was torn apart like paper, and the brilliant light of the soul transformed into sword energy, soaring into the sky. The intensity of the sword energy was like a volcanic eruption.
At the same time, the plump middle-aged man also moved.
He flipped his right hand, and a paintbrush appeared out of thin air. With a few strokes, he sketched a majestic mountain that exuded a powerful aura as it pressed down on the Taotie.
The others also used their own methods, and the nine of them attacked almost simultaneously to annihilate the Taotie.
The terrifying attack was almost world-destroying; its immense power would kill even an S-class monster on the spot.
But Fang Xiu scoffed, his cold voice ringing out: "Devouring Heaven and Earth!"
At his command, a terrifying change occurred on the Taotie's enormous body; its rotting flesh began to twist and swirl.
In an instant, a terrifying and grotesque vortex of flesh and blood formed on the surface of His body, and an irresistible, black hole-like devouring force gushed out from the vortex.
Lu Ziming's sword energy, the middle-aged man's burly figure, and even all of everyone's attacks seemed to be drawn together, or rather, like a black hole devouring a planet, all were swallowed up by the vortex of flesh and blood.
The scene fell silent instantly!
Everyone was shocked and their eyes showed horror.
"How is this possible!?"
"It actually devoured all of our attacks?! It can even devour the Light of the Mind?!"
The combined power of the five Taotie phantoms devoured nearly four million strange entities, and this power brought the Taotie on site closer to its true form.
Of course, it's still a long way from being a true glutton.
However, even so, the phantom of the Taotie was still able to display a trace of the divine power of its true form.
Just as everyone was horrified, Taotie's body changed again. Its rotting flesh began to swell up, as if countless large blisters had appeared.
Lu Ziming was overjoyed: "I knew it! How could anything in this world possibly devour all our attacks? It's about to collapse!"
Everyone's faces lit up with joy, as if they could already see the moment when the Taotie was about to explode.
And things are developing in a way that is increasingly in line with everyone's wishes.
Then, the rotten flesh bulging on Taotie's body began to burst open one after another, and a large amount of rotten flesh poured down like rain, as if it were about to disintegrate.
But Fang Xiu's expression did not change at all.
"As expected, the five phantoms of Taotie still have a hard time absorbing so many attacks. In that case, I'll give them back to you."
As soon as he finished speaking, a terrifying scene unfolded.
Boom!!!
The vortex of flesh and blood in front of the Taotie suddenly reversed, and a dazzling sword aura burst forth first, followed by the majestic mountain drawn by the paintbrush, and then all the attacks from everyone, all of which were unleashed.
The crowd's expressions changed drastically in an instant. All the moves they had just used were now being unleashed at them without reservation.
"Get out of the way!"
"Get out of my way!"
"What the hell is this monster?!"
"ah!!"
The sounds of fleeing and screams filled the air.
Some of the weaker fourth-tier fighters were injured on the spot, while others either dodged or defended themselves.
Why are they injured by their own moves?
It's actually quite simple: the amount of force you can generate with a punch doesn't mean your body can withstand that much force.
Let's say you can punch a punching bag to pieces, but are you sure you can withstand that punch?
This is the same principle.
After this attack, the fourth-tier Spirit Master lost some of his fighting spirit, while the three fifth-tier Spirit Masters looked solemn.
Lu Ziming looked at the two, who were both at the fifth level, and said solemnly, "Tong Yang, Wen Jinglong, if you two don't show some real skills, I'm afraid this burial ground will belong to the Fang family in the future."
He was still recovering from serious injuries, so naturally he was unwilling to go all out.
The man called Tong Yang was the same plump middle-aged man who had previously used the paintbrush.
Wen Jinglong was the first man to appear, with a pointed mouth and monkey-like cheeks.
These two, besides Lu Ziming, are the only fifth-order beings in the burial ground.
Tong Yang sighed softly, "I really don't want to waste my spiritual energy."
Wen Jinglong stared at Taotie with a gloomy look and analyzed, "Although this monster is very strong, it is obviously limited. Just now, everyone's attacks almost made it collapse. As long as you and I put more spiritual energy into it and launch stronger attacks, it will definitely explode!"
Tong Yang nodded: "Then we'll just have to waste some spiritual energy to teach the newcomer a lesson. After all, if we don't intimidate him this time, who knows what kind of trouble he might cause in the future."
Then, the two called to their subordinates and attacked again.
Tong Yang raised his paintbrush and began to paint wildly in the void. This time, he no longer sketched a few lines but drew countless complex lines, which, under the influence of spirituality, took on an eerie blood-red hue.
The blood-red lines eventually coalesced into the shape of a blood-red dragon.
"The finishing touch!"
With a loud shout, his paintbrush pierced out like a sharp spear, striking the dragon's eye.
The next moment, the crimson dragon seemed to be awakened from ancient times, and its high-pitched roar resounded throughout the heavens and earth.
Awooo!
(late)
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