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Chapter 267 The Giant Spirit's Blood Sacrifice

A massage from head to toe, penetrating deep into the bone marrow. This was the torment Lu Ming had inflicted upon The Queen of Blade, and it was the torment she had endured. Of course, no massage session was complete without a little snack. The six remaining insect eggs and the two dung beetle generals had all become part of The Queen of Blade’s grim meal.

About ten minutes later, the grisly massage was over. As expected, another golden cicada emerged from the mutilated flesh and instantly vanished into the distance.

"Your secret technique isn't bad," Lu Ming's usual affable demeanor had vanished, replaced by raw anger. His rage was palpable, signifying that his fury had not yet subsided. "But you picked the wrong opponent."

Fight to the death was not just an empty phrase for him. Moreover, Lu Ming had sensed that The Queen of Blade, who had revived, had dropped from Origin Realm Level Three to Origin Realm Level Two in strength. He had also discerned the mechanism behind the golden cicada shell-shedding technique: each use caused a one-level drop in strength. In other words, The Queen of Blade’s power had regressed to Origin Realm Level One.

[The Golden Cicada Shell Shedding] technique was likely beyond the reach of Spirit Realm individuals; their reserved Origin power couldn’t sustain the technique’s consumption. Thus, The Queen of Blade could likely resurrect only one more time, if at all.

"I'm looking forward to seeing how many more times you can resurrect," Lu Ming taunted. "I still have many games I want to enjoy with you!"

Lu Ming turned, his gaze settling on Hao Huang, a figure bathed in blood, emerging from the chaos beyond the city gates. At his back, an army of ten thousand encircled Lu Ming, a silent testament to the brutality of their campaign.

“Cough, cough… The Giant Clan must not be humiliated!” Hao Huang’s voice, ragged and strained, echoed through the ravaged streets. His eyes, locked with Lu Ming’s, held a desperate defiance.

Lu Ming met his gaze, recognizing the unyielding resolve within. Any hope of de-escalation had died the moment Lu Ming’s hand had struck Hao Huang’s face. The Giant Clan’s pride, like Lu Ming’s own, could not be compromised.

Yet, a chilling laughter escaped Lu Ming’s lips. He closed his eyes, his senses expanding, searching for The Queen of Blade and painting a horrifying picture of the atrocities unfolding within the city. Slaughter. Humiliation. The soldiers, transformed into beasts, indulged their darkest desires upon the defenseless populace.

The cries of agony, the mournful wails, the sounds of unspeakable violation—all echoed in Lu Ming’s mind. His smile twisted into a grotesque parody of amusement.

“The Giant Clan must not be humiliated?” Lu Ming’s voice, laced with bitter irony, cut through the cacophony of suffering.

"So, it’s acceptable for others to be humiliated, right?" Lu Ming's voice, heavy with accusation, hung in the air.

Hao Huang remained silent, his hand reaching out. A surge of Origin power rippled through the air, and a towering blood-red flag materialized in his grasp.

Lu Ming continued, his tone measured and deliberate. "I've been in this Black Mist Zone for a year now. Although I don’t usually venture out, I can still glean much from the details."

"Your so-called ‘must not be humiliated’ simply means you can't be humiliated, but it's perfectly fine for you to humiliate others."

"Isn’t it just the law of the jungle? The strong subjugate and destroy without cause, as if it’s their right. And when they face someone stronger, they cry foul, claiming insult and wrongdoing. What kind of bandit logic is that?"

"So, weaklings," Lu Ming's voice dropped to a chilling whisper, "put away your brave warrior facade and your pride in fighting for honor and your clan!"

"Because your so-called honor disgusts me!"

Hao Huang, unmoved by Lu Ming's words, began to wave the large flag. "All troops, get into formation!"

"Roar!" A unified shout erupted from the army as they snapped into formation. Lu Ming sensed the auras of the Giant Clan warriors intertwining, creating a resonance that allowed them to resist the Origin power control of experts and join the battle against them.

Before Lu Ming's eyes, the blood-red flag in Hao Huang's hand grew denser. A single drop of scarlet liquid fell onto Hao Huang’s head.

In an instant, Hao Huang's skin turned crimson. His body swelled and contorted, growing from nearly ten meters to a towering twenty meters. He stood before Lu Ming, a colossal giant, an embodiment of raw, untamed power.

Hao Huang’s eyes filled with bloodlust and madness as he activated his trump card: the [Giant Spirit Blood Sacrifice]. This technique, combining the blood of thousands of races with that of Giant Spirits, heightened one’s strength to the pinnacle of the Origin Realm. Originally prepared for the zombie beast tide, Hao Huang now wielded it with relentless intent.

“Die!”

His voice was a low, rumbling thunder. Hao Huang discarded the Giant Spirit Flag and charged toward Lu Ming with massive strides.

He raised both fists and struck down with all his might, summoning two pale golden roulette wheels that spun from his fists.

“Infinite Rotating Wheels!”

Boom!

Hao Huang’s fists hammered the ground, raising a cloud of dust. Amidst the dust, his agonized groans could be heard.

Lu Ming stood unyielding, as if nailed to the ground. Hao Huang’s fists seemed to strike a solid barrier, pierced by Lu Ming’s unyielding body.

“Weak...”

“You’re incredibly weak.”

As Lu Ming spoke, his body began to expand. His muscles twisted and grew, and within moments, he too reached a height of twenty meters.

This was Lu Ming’s [Explosive State]. His smaller form could no longer contain his exponentially growing power, requiring a larger body and more cells to support his strength.

As Lu Ming’s form expanded, Hao Huang’s fists, now swollen like balloons, eventually burst apart. The fear in Hao Huang’s eyes was palpable as he realized the immense gap between himself and Lu Ming, even after absorbing the Giant Spirit Blood.

Without giving Hao Huang a moment to reconsider, Lu Ming raised his fists once more.

“A regular punch.”

Boom!

The powerful fist descended rapidly, crashing into Hao Huang’s head. Upon impact, Hao Huang’s head shattered into ashes.

The destruction continued down his neck, chest, abdomen, and through to the space between his legs, splitting him in two. The section struck by Lu Ming’s punch seemed to vanish completely.

The army fell into chaos.

Suddenly, Lu Ming soared into the air.

In midair, Lu Ming raised his fists again.

“Eightfold Fist, continuous punches!”

Countless fist lights rained down from the sky, enveloping the entire training ground in a blinding storm of strikes!

End of Chapter 267