247: Chapter 247 Since We're Here!

Wang Chen raised his hand.

Golden light flickered in his palm, containing the powerful strength of the Emperors Dharma Idol.

The light was so blinding that one could not look directly at it, and the entire giant tower was trembling slightly.

"Fake, go to hell!"

Wang Chen did not hesitate.

He slapped out with his palm.

The slap was light and airy, looking as if he were casually swatting a mosquito.

But that power was terrifying enough to make one suffocate.

Wherever the palm print passed, the Void Realm collapsed, as if heaven and earth themselves were about to be shattered by this blow.

The shadow Clone wanted to dodge.

But it discovered that it could not move at all.

That power had already locked onto it, leaving no way to escape, no place to hide.

"Trash."

Wang Chen spat out these two words indifferently.

"Boom—!"

A loud explosion rang out.

Under Wang Chen's palm, the shadow Clone instantly turned into specks of light, dissipating into the air.

Those specks of light drifted down like a golden rain, quite beautiful to behold.

"A mere shadow Clone dares to act presumptuously before this sovereign! Truly tired of living..."

Wang Chen stepped onto the stairs.

He went straight to the second floor.

This floor was much more spacious than the first, and the walls had some archaic patterns that emitted a faint red light.

Before he could even stand steady, light lit up in front of him.

Immediately after.

Two figures slowly condensed within the light—two Wang Chens, one on the left and one on the right, standing before him.

"Again?"

The corner of Wang Chen's mouth twitched uncontrollably.

"One becomes two? Is this fucking wholesale?"

The two shadow Clones did not speak and attacked Wang Chen simultaneously.

Both palms struck out, carrying earth-shattering power as they came crushing toward Wang Chen.

Wang Chen shook his head.

"The strength is indeed strong, but unfortunately, it's useless."

His mind stirred.

The power of the Emperors Dharma Idol transmitted from his main body surged again.

He struck out with a palm, and the golden palm print split into two in the air, each heading toward one of the shadows.

"Boom! Boom!"

Two loud explosions sounded.

Both shadows turned into specks of light simultaneously.

Wang Chen withdrew his palm.

And continued to walk up.

Third floor, four shadows.

One slap.

Four shadows dissipated simultaneously.

Fourth floor, eight shadows.

One slap.

Eight shadows dissipated simultaneously.

Fifth floor, sixteen shadows.

One slap.

Sixteen shadows dissipated simultaneously.

Sixth floor, thirty-two shadows.

Feng Jiutian stopped on this floor; facing thirty-two experts of the same level, there were indeed very few who could win!

Anyone who could reach this stage.

Was without exception a Dragon among men and a Phoenix among women, a peerless Prodigy rarely seen in a billion years!

However.

For Wang Chen.

It still only took one slap!

Thirty-two shadows dissipated simultaneously.

Wang Chen stood on the sixth floor, watching the golden specks of light drifting across the floor, and couldn't help but sigh.

"For Feng Jiutian to reach this step, it can be considered quite good..."

After saying this.

He shook his head and continued to walk up.

Seventh floor.

Sixty-four shadows.

The space on this floor was outrageously large, with sixty-four shadows standing densely together.

Each of them radiated a terrifying aura, and each was enough to sweep across the entire Fire Phoenix Dynasty.

Wang Chen looked at these sixty-four versions of himself and couldn't help but laugh.

"Sixty-four? Interesting, but unfortunately, it's still useless against me."

The power of the Emperors Dharma Idol erupted with full force.

Behind him.

A huge golden phantom slowly emerged.

That phantom was hundreds of millions of feet tall, wearing a Dragon robe and a flat-topped crown, with a majestic face; it was none other than the Emperors Dharma Idol.

Once the Dharma Image appeared, all laws submitted.

The aura of the sixty-four shadows was instantly suppressed by fifty percent.

Their movements became sluggish, their power weakened, and even their forms began to blur.

"End it..."

He struck out with a palm.

This slap was not an ordinary slap, but one that contained the full-force strike of the Emperors Dharma Idol.

The golden palm print.

Grew larger and stronger in the air, eventually turning into a giant palm that covered the sky, enveloping all sixty-four shadows within it.

"Boom—!!!"

A heaven-shaking explosion rang out.

Sixty-four shadows turned into specks of light simultaneously.

The entire giant tower was trembling violently, as if it were about to be shattered by this blow.

Eighth floor.

When Wang Chen stepped onto the eighth floor, he clearly felt a huge pressure.

That pressure did not come from the enemy, but from the giant tower itself.

It was as if the entire giant tower was resisting his advance, wanting to push him down.

"This is... rule exclusion?"

Wang Chen raised an eyebrow, a flash of surprise in his eyes.

This giant tower actually has sentience?

It is rejecting him?

Why?

Because he is too strong?

Or because he cheated?

"Whatever."

Wang Chen shook his head, pushing against the pressure, and continued to walk up.

The moment he stepped onto the eighth floor, he was stunned.

The space on the eighth floor was larger than the previous seven floors combined.

Empty, with nothing there.

But Wang Chen knew that it was not empty.

He closed his eyes and felt with his heart.

One, two, three, four...

One hundred and twenty-eight.

One hundred and twenty-eight shadows.

They did not appear, but hid in the Void Realm, waiting for the best moment to strike.

"One hundred and twenty-eight, not bad, not bad, finally a bit of pressure!"

Wang Chen opened his eyes, a smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.

Behind him.

The Emperors Dharma Idol appeared again, its golden light illuminating the entire eighth floor.

"All of you, get out here!"

He shouted loudly.

The power of the Emperors Dharma Idol turned into golden waves, spreading in all directions.

"Boom—!"

At this moment.

The Void Realm shattered.

One hundred and twenty-eight shadows fell out from the shattered Void Realm, each looking disheveled and miserable.

They looked at Wang Chen, and a trace of terror actually appeared in their eyes.

Too strong.

So strong that they couldn't even hide.

Wang Chen looked at them and said indifferently.

"Come at me together, this sovereign is in a hurry."

The one hundred and twenty-eight shadows looked at each other and then attacked simultaneously.

One hundred and twenty-eight attacks.

Came surging from all directions, each one enough to destroy heaven and earth.

These attacks converged, forming a power that was terrifying to the extreme, as if it were about to destroy the entire giant tower.

Wang Chen looked at the overwhelming attacks and took a deep breath.

"Emperors Dharma Idol—Suppress!"

The golden phantom behind him suddenly opened its eyes.

An aura terrifying to the extreme erupted from the Dharma Image.

In that instant.

The powerful force pierced directly through the giant tower, making the entire Secret Realm tremble.

One hundred and twenty-eight attacks, under the pressure of the Emperors Dharma Idol, instantly dissipated by more than half.

The remaining ones also became weak and pathetic.

Wang Chen raised his hand.

He struck out with a palm.

This slap exhausted all of his power.

The golden palm print, like a sun, rose on the eighth floor.

"Boom—!!!"

A loud explosion rang out.

One hundred and twenty-eight shadows turned into specks of light simultaneously.

Wang Chen stood in the midst of the golden specks of light, gasping for breath.

He could feel it.

He was almost at his limit.

He had used the power transmitted from his main body to the extreme.

If he went any higher, according to the rules of the previous floors.

The ninth floor.

The number of shadow Clones would definitely double again, becoming two hundred and fifty-six.

By then.

Even if he used the Emperors Dharma Idol, he was not confident he could pass.

"The ninth floor..."

He raised his head, looking at the stairs leading to the ninth floor, a flash of hesitation in his eyes.

Go.

Or not go?

If he went, he might fail.

If he didn't go, he would never know what was above.

"Since I'm already here!"

If I don't go up, I would really be doing a disservice to these four words...