Chapter 1843: My Surname is Xu! My Surname is Wang! (2)
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Xu Qing ignored all obstacles. With a single step, he traversed the frozen sea of clouds and appeared directly before the bloated paper emperor, Droz.
His right hand rose, then descended in a punch!
The black-and-white storm surrounding him surged forth with overwhelming force, crashing toward Drozâs distorted, imperial-robed chest!
Where the storm passed, space didnât just shatterâit was conceptually annihilated!
Time, color, form, rules... every element constituting this false painted world disintegrated under the storm, returning to nothingness!
Then, it struck Drozâs paper-thin imperial robes!
There was no earth-shattering explosionâonly the silence of universal annihilation!
Centered on Xu Qingâs fist, Drozâs bloated imperial body collapsed inward like a sandcastle sucked into a black hole!
The ornate robes disintegrated into ash, the beaded crown vanished into nothingness, and the divine might filling It evaporated instantly.
Its body fractured into countless pieces, scattering like paper money in all directions.
But Its counterattack followed immediately.
The scattered paper money suddenly coalesced into a gigantic paper head, Its maw gaping as It lunged to devour Xu Qing!
Innumerable threads of fate extended from the paper head, weaving into a river of fate that coiled around Xu Qing.
The power of a peak Lord God erupted in that instant!
Yet Xu Qingâs expression remained unchanged. His raised fist didnât falter as the void behind him rippledâand a second version of him stepped out!
After devouring the Primordial Home Planets, Xu Qingâs cultivation had reached the peak of the Lord God realm... and he now possessed two true bodies!
Like twin stars!
This second body, born from the black planet, manifested abruptly and threw an identical punch!
It collided head-on with the incoming paper head.
A cataclysmic force erupted at the moment of impact!
The deafening roar carried annihilating power, sweeping outward in all directions.
The entire painted world crumbled instantly.
Celestial palaces turned to grayish-white powder, the frozen sea of clouds evaporated, and the rigid divine maidens and cranes peeled away like fading murals.
The deathly grandeur dissolved into a rapidly expanding void of blankness.
Drozâs form trembled and shattered once more, Its paper money scattering wildly.
As for the countless threads of fate entangling Xu Qing, they snapped like destroyed spiderwebs under this punch, dissipating into nothingness.
Then, the white planet Xu Qing took over. He stepped forward without hesitation and threw another punch!
But at that momentâ
An anomaly occurred!
As the painted world collapsed completely, it condensed into a single drop of inkâso thick with decay and resentment it was nearly solid!
This ink didnât attack Xu Qing. Instead, as if alive, it instantly enveloped one of Drozâs scattered paper fragments!
Seizing the final moment of chaos as the painted worldâs rules disintegrated, It employed an eerie escape artâburning Its origin, disregarding all costâto pierce through the void and flee!
Its speed surpassed perception!
Xu Qingâs punch landed on empty air.
Narrowing his eyes, he stood amidst the ruins of the annihilated painted realm, his gaze icy as he watched the direction where the ink had vanished.
Only the faintest trail of foul ink and rancid paper pulp remained.
Slowly, he retracted his fist.
But the killing intent in his pupils grew sharper, deeper.
"How far can you run?"
Xu Qingâs calm voice echoed through the void, cold enough to freeze bones.
Then he stepped forward, leaving the ruins of the painted realm behind, and merged once more into the endless void.
Following that nearly dissipatedâyet firmly lockedâtrail of decay and resentment, he pursued silently.
This hunt would cling like maggots to boneâending only in death.
...
Time held no meaning in this chase between Xu Qing and Droz.
Both could traverse time, entering different planes across different erasânot just moving forward...
But backward as well.
Finally, under Xu Qingâs relentless pursuit and attacks, Drozâpushed to the brinkâchose to divide!
It split into millions, even billions of clones, scattering across different times and spaces.
This was Its survival method!
Each of Its near-infinite clones could become Its true form. As long as one survived, It would not die.
And given enough time, any single clone could restore itself to Venerable God status.
Once restored, all other clones would turn to ash, leaving only the one true form.
However, this method had a flaw: while the clones gained advantage in numbers and scope, Their cultivation couldnât match the original.
At Its current level, using this technique meant Its clones were no longer at the Lord God realmâbut had fallen to True God.
Still, for Droz, this was Its only way to buy time!
Faced with this divine technique, Xu Qingâs response was also division!
His Ordinance Law threads had originally unified into oneânow, he simply had to scatter them again.
But like Drozâs technique, this came with a drawback: the scattered clones couldnât maintain his original cultivationâall were reduced to... Summer Immortals!
Thus, this hunt was no longer one-on-one across different times and planesâbut infinite versus infinite!
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The Roaring Kingdom
The air reeked of rust, coal dust, and cheap oil.
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