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"Fang Yang, return to your dorm," Wu Zhangkong said, his voice as cold and lifeless as ever.
Fang Yang nodded quickly. "Yes, Teacher Wu."
Just as Wu Zhangkong turned to leave, Fang Yang hurriedly called out, "Teacher Wu—since I just fused my soul spirit, I won't need to attend tonight's special training, right?"
"Be in class tomorrow—including special training," Wu Zhangkong replied without turning back, his footsteps pausing only for an instant.
Before the words had fully faded, his figure vanished—leaving behind only a faint, lingering chill.
Fang Yang understood perfectly. He turned and headed straight for the dormitory.
Dorm 205 was utterly silent.
Tang Wulin and Xie Xie had gone to Wu Zhangkong's evening session, and Zhou Changxi was nowhere to be seen.
Fang Yang was alone—the only sound the quiet rhythm of his own heartbeat.
His eyes fell on a steaming meal box on his desk—Class A Chicken Fried Rice, specially brought back by Tang Wulin.
It was still warm—evidence it had only just been placed there.
A soft smile touched Fang Yang's lips.
He ate slowly, savoring every bite, then carefully packed the container away.
The silence returned—but this time, it felt comforting, peaceful.
Sitting cross-legged on his bed, Fang Yang let a deep golden-yellow flame dance upon his fingertips.
The Xuanhuang Flame flickered playfully in his palm—but his brow furrowed slightly.
"Relying on Xuanhuang Flame alone is still too weak…" he murmured.
He thought of the legendary Flame Emperor, ruler of the Endless Flame Domain.
The Buddha's Wrath Fire Lotus—that peerless combat art—was forged by fusing multiple flames, its power scaling with the number and strength of the merged fires.
But right now, Fang Yang wielded only one—far from sufficient.
He traced a finger through the flame, feeling its energy.
After this period of cultivation, his mastery over Xuanhuang Flame was near flawless.
It was time… to devour a second Heavenly Flame.
With a thought, he activated the Heavenly Flame Orb within him.
Instantly, it erupted with dazzling fiery light.
Space twisted—
and when Fang Yang opened his eyes again, he stood once more in the Heavenly Flame Plaza.
Twenty-three towering pillars rose around him, each wreathed in a different Heavenly Flame, radiating soul-chilling power.
This time, Fang Yang knew exactly which one he wanted.
He walked toward a pillar where crimson flames roared—
and within those flames, phantom beasts surged like a storm.
Sometimes they took the form of roaring tigers, sometimes coiling dragons, sometimes grotesque primordial demon beasts—
all shifting, howling, alive with ancient fury.
"Number Twenty-Two on the Heavenly Flame List: Myriad Beast Spirit Flame," Fang Yang whispered, eyes burning with anticipation.
Born from the souls and bloodlines of ten thousand beasts, this Heavenly Flame shimmered with crimson intensity and bore the silhouettes of countless creatures within its blaze.
This was his target.
If he could devour it, not only would the Buddha's Wrath Fire Lotus grow vastly more potent—his Golden Dragon King bloodline would undergo further refinement!
Fang Yang took a deep breath and sat before the pillar.
At his mental command, the Heavenly Flame Orb trembled violently within him.
"Seal—Break!"
As he spoke, the ancient sealing runes on the pillar shattered one by one.
The crimson flames exploded outward.
The Myriad Beast Spirit Fire surged—unleashing countless beast phantoms that roared and raced through the air.
The heat was so intense it warped space itself—waves of fire crashing like tsunamis, threatening to reduce all to ash.
Then—
a primordial pressure descended like a collapsing sky—
the weight of ten thousand beasts, crushing down upon him!
ROOOAARRR!
Fang Yang's Golden Dragon King bloodline boiled in response, erupting in a world-shaking dragon's cry!
Golden scales rippled across his skin like liquid armor.
His arms transformed, covered in jagged dragon scales, claws extending into razor-sharp Golden Dragon Talons.
Even his pupils slitted into vertical golden dragon eyes, blazing with destructive power.
"So… this is the might of the Myriad Beast Spirit Fire?" Fang Yang gritted his teeth, battle-lust igniting in his gaze.
He stared into the storm of flame—and a defiant, arrogant smile curved his lips.
"Myriad Beast Spirit Fire… you're mine!"
The Heavenly Flame, sentient as all were, sensed his challenge.
It erupted in fury.
The crimson flames twisted in midair—forming countless ferocious beast phantoms, each more terrifying than the last:
- Blazing Inferno Lions, manes flowing like molten lava, every hair sparking with fire;
- Flame-Devouring Serpents, tongues flicking, scales etched with glowing magma veins;
- Crimson Demon Tigers, claws carving burning imprints into the void;
- Inferno Elephants, trunks whipping firestorms with every breath;
- Annihilation Flame Dragons, wings fanning apocalyptic infernos as they soared!
Each phantom was forged from purest fire essence—vivid, lethal, radiating overwhelming beastly dominance.
ROOOAARRR!
Ten thousand beasts roared as one—shaking the very fabric of the Heavenly Flame Realm.
The phantoms circled Fang Yang, their fiery stampede converging into a colossal Flame Arena, trapping him at its center.
The heat was so intense the air crackled, every breath searing his lungs.
"Defeat us… and I shall submit to you!"
A deep, regal voice boomed from the heart of the inferno—the judgment of the Beast King himself.
Fang Yang surveyed the circling horde—his golden dragon eyes blazing with even fiercer war spirit.
He raised his Golden Dragon Claw, its razor edge glinting.
"Perfect. Come at me!"
Before the words faded—battle erupted!
Dozens of beast phantoms lunged from all directions!
The Inferno Lion struck first—jaws snapping toward his throat.
Fang Yang sidestepped—his claw slammed into the beast's skull, crushing it in a burst of flame.
BOOM!
Almost instantly, the Flame-Devouring Serpent attacked from behind, its massive coils tightening like a vice.
But Fang Yang's phantom dragon wings flared, launching him into a backflip.
His twin claws ripped the serpent in half midair!
THUD!
Two more phantoms shattered into embers.
From left and right, the Crimson Demon Tiger and Inferno Elephant charged in tandem.
Fang Yang rushed forward instead of retreating—his dragon-enhanced body a blur of golden light, slicing through the firestorm.
Wherever he passed, beast phantoms exploded.
Each claw strike echoed with dragon's roar.
Every spinning kick whipped up cyclones of flame.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
One after another, the phantoms disintegrated.
"It seems… I must shatter every last one to pass," Fang Yang growled, licking blood from his lip.
His golden slit pupils glowed with feral hunger. Scales shimmering, he charged deep into the heart of the beast horde!
With every sweep of his Golden Dragon Claw, another phantom died.
He grew stronger with every blow—
his Golden Dragon King bloodline boiling like magma, Xuanhuang Flame coursing between his scales, devouring all enemy fire.
The battle raged—fiercer, deadlier, more glorious by the second!
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