Seeing the screen full of question marks!
Liu Feng naturally understood what the Group Members were thinking. It was fun to mess with them a little.
But he was not wrong either. Even if upgrading a world could earn Merit rewards, they would still be limited. After all, the economic foundation determined the superstructure. If the foundation was lacking, where would so many points come from?
In the end, it was still because of the world's limitations.
Liu Feng: "Ahem, just kidding. Don't overthink it, everyone. I'm actually troubled too. Where am I supposed to find nine million points next?"
Group Members: ...
When people were speechless, they really were speechless!
Big Shot's way of talking could really make people furious.
Nine million points.
Forget nine million points—even gathering ten thousand points was difficult for us right now!
Fine, you're the Big Shot. As long as you're happy!
Then, the Group Members immediately changed the subject and stopped dwelling on the points issue.
They began discussing the battle between righteousness and evil again.
Meanwhile, in the west, Hong Jun finally made his move after Qiankun Ancestor and the others self-destructed.
Even after the three of them self-destructed and severely injured Rahula, Hong Jun did not attack immediately. He merely watched Rahula quietly, seeing that he appeared to have mostly recovered—at least on the surface.
As for his actual condition, only Rahula himself knew. His Essence Spirit had suffered grievous injuries and had never truly recovered.
Yet facing the calm-faced Hong Jun, Rahula naturally could not show any weakness.
With a sweep of his God-Slaying Spear, the cold gleam at its tip surged as he shouted fiercely, "Die, Hong Jun, you old bastard!"
In his view, Hong Jun must have expended a tremendous amount of strength just like him. This was the perfect opportunity to strike.
However, what happened next made Rahula understand everything in an instant.
Hong Jun lightly waved his hand, and three figures resembling him suddenly leaped from his Essence Spirit. They were Hong Jun's Three Corpse Selves!
"Hahaha! Hahaha!"
Rahula suddenly burst into wild laughter, his voice filled with grief, indignation, and unwillingness. "Hong Jun, what a Hong Jun! I never expected that Qiankun Ancestor and the others—even I—had all been plotted against by you! You truly are sinister!"
"Say whatever you like. Now, you may go on your way in peace." Hong Jun's tone was calm, without the slightest ripple.
"Haha! You think you can? If so, then fight!" Rahula roared and charged straight at Hong Jun with the God-Slaying Spear in hand.
In an instant, the two clashed once more.
In terms of raw strength, the two had originally been evenly matched, and for a time, neither could gain the upper hand.
But Hong Jun now had the support of his treasures, while Rahula had consumed far too much Mana and still had to divide his attention to control the four Immortal Slaughtering Swords.
Furthermore, Hong Jun's Three Corpse Selves continuously disrupted the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation. With so many advantages stacked together, Hong Jun had gradually gained the upper hand.
Do not underestimate this slight advantage. At their level, victory and defeat often came down to the smallest margin.
While Rahula was restrained by Hong Jun's main body and distracted by defense, Hong Jun's three incarnations swiftly swept to the formation gates and removed the Entrapment Immortal Sword, Extinction Immortal Sword, and Slaughter Immortal Sword hanging there.
With only the Immortal Slaughtering Sword left behind, the four Immortal Slaughtering Swords were incomplete, and the incomparably powerful Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation was instantly broken!
The moment the formation shattered, Rahula suffered a backlash, and the injuries he had suppressed for so long could no longer be contained.
"Ugh—" He could not help but spew out a mouthful of blood. His aura instantly withered, and his strength fell by more than half.
The two sides fell into a standoff once more.
"Heh, Hong Jun, you really are as calculating as ever!
You were like this in the chaos, and you're still just as despicable now!
You let Qiankun Ancestor and the other two severely injure me through self-destruction and drain all my Mana, just so you could reap the benefits without lifting a finger?
But I will not let you have your way! Let us call it a day for now. Next time, I will have a proper battle with you!"
The moment these words left his mouth, Rahula's desire to retreat was obvious. He loved battle, but he was not foolish. Knowing it could not be done, why continue charging forward? He could preserve his strength and return another day.
"Oh? Even the great Demon Ancestor knows fear?"
Hong Jun's gaze turned cold, his tone leaving no room for argument. "But today, you and I must decide victory and defeat.
If you want to run, keep dreaming. You provoked conflict among the three races for no reason and caused the deaths of countless living beings. Your sins are grievous.
This tribulation was ordained by the Heavenly Dao. Today, I shall eliminate this calamity on behalf of all beings in the Primordial World!"
Seeing Hong Jun refuse to relent and swear to take his life, Rahula knew he had completely lost any path of retreat. Only a desperate fight remained.
Only then did he realize that Hong Jun, who appeared so transcendent and immortal, radiating the immortal aura Rahula despised, could unleash such terrifying power.
But Rahula was, after all, an existence at the level of the Demon Ancestor. His sense of danger far surpassed that of ordinary people.
The moment Hong Jun made his move, Rahula sensed a fatal threat and instantly snapped awake.
The powerful spiritual awareness in his mind whirred rapidly, forcibly controlling the laws of space and time around him.
At the same time, Mana surged violently through his body, and waves of powerful aura erupted forth.
The top-grade Primordial Spiritual Treasure, the Twelfth Grade Black Lotus, instantly shot out layers of black halos, firmly shielding his body within them.
Seeing this, Hong Jun's Three Corpse Selves immediately surrounded Rahula and engaged him in fierce combat.
Although Rahula was forced back again and again, he barely held on through the Twelfth Grade Black Lotus's formidable defenses, making it difficult for Hong Jun to break through for a time.
The reason was not hard to explain. Although Hong Jun's Three Corpse Selves held the Primordial Supreme Treasures left behind by Qiankun Ancestor and the others, they had a fatal flaw: those treasures had not been completely refined. Thus, the power they could unleash was extremely limited, and maintaining them consumed an enormous amount of Mana.
Rahula, on the other hand, had long since completely refined the Twelfth Grade Black Lotus and the God-Slaying Spear. His treasures had fused with his Mana, allowing him to wield them with perfect ease.
With such a comparison, Hong Jun's Three Corpse Selves naturally could not gain the slightest advantage.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
The two sides exchanged blow after blow, battling fiercely for who knew how many years.
Suddenly, Hong Jun gathered all his strength and unleashed his strongest finger strike. It landed squarely on the barrier formed by Rahula's Twelfth Grade Black Lotus.
In an instant, the roar shook heaven and earth like a planet exploding, as though countless volcanoes had erupted at once. Even the sun and moon seemed swallowed by this power, losing their light.
The black radiance blooming from the Twelfth Grade Black Lotus was instantly blasted apart, while Rahula's body was shattered into clumps of writhing flesh that sprayed in every direction.
Every clump of flesh emitted powerful fluctuations, mixed with his crazed howls.
The aftershock of this attack was even more terrifying, nearly tearing apart the surrounding space as though it could destroy the world itself.
If the Group Members witnessed such a tragic battle, who knew what they would think? They would probably be so terrified that they would shiver beneath their blankets!
The aftershocks from their battle alone had destroyed who knew how many places. If measured in planets, who knew how many worlds had been annihilated.
Yet despite how brutal the battle was, and despite Hong Jun's overwhelming attack, Rahula still did not die. After all, the west was Rahula's home ground, and he had long prepared many contingencies.
Hong Jun also knew that the longer this dragged on, the worse it would be for him. Controlling multiple treasures had already pushed his Mana to the brink of exhaustion.
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