Chapter 492: Chapter 130: Should I Call You Starlight or Yemo? [Ten Thousand Words]

"And I will control such power..."

Fang Che contemplated carefully.

He even felt that from his toenails to his hair strands, spear intent was beginning to brew.

Vaguely, there was some enlightenment.

He immediately floated lightly off the bed, sudden enlightenment appeared, inspiration struck, there was no time to dress, and he walked naked out of the room into the yard.

With a thought, he reached out, and the divine long spear Netherworld was in his hand.

His feet stepped onto the earth.

Feeling the vast energy of the earth, Fang Che carefully pondered, holding the long spear, eyes closed.

Feeling the sun, moon, stars beneath his feet, a sudden surge of killing intent rose in his heart, followed by a strong surge of evil qi, which erupted furiously.

His cultivation rushed like bursting dikes of rivers.

At this moment, he had a feeling of ’cannot hold back’.

A light cry.

Netherworld First Kill!

Shot out like a dragon.

A spear thrust towards the oblique above in the open space.

A vast spear intent flooded out instantly.

In the air, a clear pitch-black space black hole appeared, extending fifty yards.

Around the space, a spiderweb pattern like shattered glass appeared clearly.

Although it vanished in a flash, it truly existed.

And the space black hole created by this spear actually existed for a blink before dissipating slowly.

"Dang!"

Fang Che thrust out a spear, instinctively feeling all his spiritual power was entirely exhausted, his whole body out of strength, even lacking the strength to hold the Netherworld.

The Netherworld slipped from his hands, falling to the ground.

Then it automatically returned to his sea of consciousness.

Fang Che’s vision darkened, and he also collapsed stiffly.

Sprawled, limbs spread out open.

At this moment, he even felt like he had no energy even to breathe.

His heart was filled with fear.

Is this the spear technique of Jun Lin?

This... just how much power did I wield?

Fang Che knew very clearly that he definitely did not achieve the fusion of ’Momentum, Killing Formation, Killing Aura, Heavenly Formation, Earth Formation, Situation, Sun, Moon, Star, Wind, Cloud,... Formation’.

One could only say that, on the foundation of predecessors, he had gained a tiny bit of understanding of its essence.

If Netherworld Nine Kills had a full score of one hundred points,

Fang Che would score himself zero point five for this spear.

"So powerful!"

Fang Che felt this was the only thought.

He struck once, yet he shocked himself.

Feeling the spiritual power crazily accumulate into his empty dantian, he calculated in his heart.

He was now at the peak Martial Marquis.

But in real combat power, versus a typical King level without super genius, he could basically slaughter an Eighth Grade King Level.

Even the Peak of King level, he was confident to fight, with absolute assurance to preserve life and escape.

And with that spear just now, Fang Che was confident that even against Third grade emperor level, he could kill with one strike!

Of course, this only referred to ordinary Emperor level.

If it were someone like Yan Beihan, Hei Yao; Fang Che was confident of killing in the same grade; defeating across one level.

If using this spear, he could even kill three levels higher!

But further than that, he wouldn’t be confident.

"But this is only based on both sides having similar equipment and life-preservation tactics. But in fact... their life-saving means and backup foundation are beyond my reach."

Fang Che did not feel dejected.

On the contrary, he felt a surge of spirit.

"The gap in your family’s foundation, I’m catching up slowly by different means!"

"Even though my cultivation is far slower in growth compared to you. But... I might not be weaker now! The future will reveal what is yet to come!"

Fang Che thought proudly.

Lying there stark naked, yet his chest was filled with heroic spirit.

It was then...

"Ah?"

A startled cry.

Ye Meng came running in her nightgown, panicked: "What happened to you?"

But she saw Fang Che open his eyes, looking fine.

Yet he was stark naked without a thread.

Limbs sprawled open to the sky.

Ye Meng’s face turned crimson, turning her eyes away, she said: "Why are you here undressed lying down?"

Fang Che was also dumbfounded.

Even a bit embarrassed.

How could it be? All my embarrassing moments caught by this girl?

Yet now his whole body was weak.

Allowing Ye Meng to help him up, then a princess carry...

Carried him into the room.

Her face was blushing, she even used her sleeve to cover crucial parts.

Seeing Ye Meng turn her face away awkwardly, Fang Che suddenly didn’t feel embarrassed anymore.

Even able to joke: "Ye Meng, why cover it, not like we haven’t seen each other... just tonight..."

His words were cut off by Ye Meng’s small embarrassed hands pinching a piece of meat on his thigh.

Quickly begged for mercy: "Ouch...ouch..."

Bang.

Ye Meng threw Fang Che onto the bed, covering him with the quilt instantly.

Then leaned over, pressed him down, and angrily said: "What just happened?"

Thinking of that scene now, she was still a bit shy.

Fang Che went out, she felt it vaguely, after a while touched beside her, no one was there, so got up to check, ending up seeing a naked man lying in the yard...

Such a visual shock was really...

"Just now I was cultivating...cough, exhausted."

Fang Che explained sheepishly.

"Cultivating...and naked..." Ye Meng’s face turned even redder.

"Didn’t notice... got inspired and went out. You know when inspiration strikes."

"Know my ass!"

Ye Meng now gained courage too, little fists began pounding.

Hands reached into the quilt, pinching fiercely.

Fang Che was now exhausted, his muscles soft as well, quite easy to pinch. Though not forcefully, there was definitely a painful sensation.