Ancestor Chen had always believed his greatest strengths lay in killing, fighting, and creating battle techniques—not passively taking a beating.
He spat out a mouthful of blood and struggled to raise his head, staring at Wang Xu God. "Insect nest."
Wang Xu God praised him. "To withstand my Black Rose's Ancestor World completely, Xia Shang, you really are much stronger than your other eight clones. You should know that one of your clones died beneath Black Rose."
"Insect... nest," Ancestor Chen said in a low voice.
Wang Xu God sighed and looked at Yan Gang.
Yan Gang walked toward her against his will.
"Is this insect nest really that important to Lu Yin? Or is it a major threat to this universe?" Wang Xu God asked, puzzled.
Ancestor Chen stared at her. "You're going back on your word?"
Wang Xu God giggled. Her bright eyes swept over Xia Shang. "But I'm a woman." As she spoke, she struck with her palm, Sequence Particles coiling around it. Sitting Forgetfulness Technique.
Ancestor Chen's eyes flew open. He took a step and vanished, then appeared again and struck with his palm.
Boom!
The void exploded. The attack stretched across the Black Rose that had yet to wither, then struck Wang Xu God directly. It was Ancestor Chen's Lian Zhang.
With Lian Zhang, he borrowed the power of Wang Xu God's Ancestor World.
Wang Xu God coughed up blood and flew backward, her face stricken with shock. How could this be? Xia Shang had skipped time? That was Wu Xing's ultimate skill. How did he know it?
Ancestor Chen's palm strike overwhelmed Wang Xu God. "Wang Miaomiao, you deserve to die."
Wang Xu God coughed up blood again. Suddenly, her eyes turned crimson, and lanterns appeared around her. No self, no other; forsake the