192: The witch has transformed into the Scroll King! Watching the show and taking notes—that's going too far!

At the bottom of the abyss, the battle had already reached a boiling point.

"Qin Feng! I want you dead!"

Wang Teng had fallen completely into a mad rage, the humiliation of being toyed with burning through his reason.

Despite being in the same Realm, he was being suppressed at every turn in the battle, his hands and feet tied by that strange demonic arm. His immense brute strength had nowhere to be unleashed!

In his fury, he held nothing back!

"Forbidden Technique! Three-Headed Demon Manifestation!"

Accompanied by a roar that didn't sound human, Wang Teng's already burly body swelled again. His skin was stretched taut by countless dark red demonic patterns, and his back bones dislocated as two more arms sprouted out by force!

Flesh squirmed on either side of his head, each squeezing out a hideous face!

Three heads and six arms!

A hundred-zhang-tall phantom of a demon god, radiating an endless aura of ferocity, boomed into existence behind him!

His aura was forcibly elevated at this moment, breaking through the shackles of the ninth level of the Saint Realm and temporarily touching the terrifying threshold of the first level of the Saint King Realm!

"Shatter for me!"

Wang Teng unleashed all six arms, six completely different Demonic Path Divine Abilities turning into six surging torrents of destruction, sealing off all of Qin Feng's paths of retreat from all directions!

The entire abyss wailed under this power, on the verge of collapse.

"Good timing!"

Facing Wang Teng's desperate strike, Qin Feng showed no fear. Instead, a light of morbid excitement erupted in his eyes.

The black scales on his Demonized Qilin Arm stood on end, and a power of the Law of Destruction, pure to the extreme, erupted from within his body with a roar!

"Qilin Arm! True Intent of Destruction!"

Qin Feng neither dodged nor retreated. He raised his right arm high and threw a punch with reckless abandon!

This punch did not have an earth-shattering momentum.

There was only a constantly expanding black fist seal, condensed purely from the Law of Destruction.

Wherever the fist seal passed, space did not shatter; rather, it collapsed inward, consuming itself. Even light was completely erased by that patch of absolute "nothingness"!

BOOM—!!!!

The six torrents of destruction and that small black fist seal collided violently in the center of the abyss!

A terrifying explosion beyond words occurred!

The destructive energy storm was like an inverted mushroom cloud, soaring into the sky and tearing the mist of resentment above the abyss completely to shreds!

The two fought from the bottom of the abyss all the way into mid-air. Wherever they passed, mountains crumbled, earth split, Devilish Qi ran rampant, and Laws broke down!

This level of power was enough to make any Saint King's heart skip a beat!

However, such a tragic and spectacular death-match was, in the eyes of the group in the VIP viewing area, the ultimate entertainment to accompany a meal.

"Hey, Qingzhu, don't just eat beef. Try this chilled spiritual fruit; it helps cut through the grease."

Su Chen leaned back leisurely in his rocking chair, handing another plate of sliced Seven-Colored Glazed Fruit to Ling Qingzhu.

"When watching a show, the most important thing is to be in a good mood. Your mouth shouldn't be idle."

Ling Qingzhu looked at Su Chen's leisurely self-possession—he looked exactly as if he were in his own back garden enjoying a unique fireworks display—and then looked at the world-destroying battle in the blood mirror.

(Is this... his perspective?)

(A life-and-death struggle at the Saint King level is really just... a show in his eyes?)

(Everything I used to pursue, revere, and strive for might just be insignificant passing clouds to him.)

(So the gap between me and him isn't just strength, but vision and Dao Heart.)

Ling Qingzhu silently took the spiritual fruit, her heart complicated to the extreme.

She suddenly felt that her past worries and obsessions—for the Sect, for Cultivation, for the so-called "Righteous Path's righteousness"—all seemed a bit laughable at this moment.

Perhaps, not caring about anything like him and only focusing on the "fun" in front of her was the true... Great Freedom?

On the other side, Liu Ruyan's live commentary was still full of passion.

"Oh my, Wang Teng's three-headed and six-armed look is nice, intimidating enough, but the consumption is too high! Look, his aura is starting to become unstable; he's about to run dry!"

"That hypocrite Qin Feng is quite sinister. He doesn't fight head-on, just relies on the weird properties of that arm to slide around like a loach, specifically fighting a war of attrition. Tsk tsk, he's purely wicked!"

As she spoke, she even solemnly took out a recording Jade Slip, seemingly recording something.

"Saintess Liu, what are you recording?"

Su Chen asked with some curiosity.

Liu Ruyan blew him a kiss and giggled, "Summarizing experience, of course. Although these two guys are stupid, the Cultivation Techniques and forbidden arts they use still have many merits. I'm recording them to study later; maybe they can help refine my 'Seven Kills Emperor Decree'."

Hearing this, the smile on Su Chen's lips stiffened for a moment.

(Holy crap! You're the real overachiever, lady!)

(Even when watching a show, you don't forget to study and take notes. How am I, who has no ambition and just wants to be a salted fish, supposed to feel?!)

(Wait... now that she mentions it, it seems to make a lot of sense!)

Su Chen's eyes also lit up.

(These two guys, one is the primary Son of Destiny in the original work and the other is the secondary Son of Destiny. The Cultivation Techniques and Divine Abilities they possess are all top-tier goods from the original story!)

(Even though I can't use them, taking them back to enrich our Su Family's Scripture Pavilion would be a great service!)

(In case any of my future worthless descendants have poor talent, they could use them. This is called... shearing the current enemies' wool for the sustainable development of the Family!)

Thinking of this, Su Chen also got energized and sat up straight on the spot.

"Spring Flower! Autumn Moon!"

He immediately ordered.

"Here, Divine Son!"

"Don't just watch, get to work! Set up the recording Divine Stones for me, use the highest definition mode! Record every single movement and every single hand seal of theirs clearly for me!"

"Yes!"

Thus, the atmosphere in the VIP viewing area instantly upgraded from "leisurely watching a show" to "academic seminar."

Su Chen, Liu Ruyan, and even Ling Qingzhu began to seriously point and comment on the images in the blood mirror, as if they were observing a precious, one-of-a-kind teaching manual.

If Qin Feng and Wang Teng, who were fighting to the death at the bottom of the abyss, knew about this scene, they would probably cough up three liters of blood on the spot, stop fighting each other, and turn around to fight them to the death first.